#Heather got the job | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

papipedroo · 5 months

Text

Traitor (Joel Miller x Reader)

Part Four of Whiskey Tears

Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie have been a trio from the start. You were a family, but you find your relationship with Joel withering when he starts to pull away. Now a new comer makes her way into Jackson and into Joel’s heart…

You found yourself sitting at Maria and Tommy’s kitchen table the next morning. Your shirt pulled up as Maria looked at the bruise forming on your side. You were grateful to them letting you stay in their guest room last night and most certainly for the next couple of days.

“So explain to me again how you got a giant sized bruise on your side.” Maria asked as she assessed the damage that had been done.

Your gaze fluttered to your hands as if I was being asked by my own mom, “I tried to kill Heather.” I mumbled.

Maria looked up from the wound, “You tried to kill Heather.” She repeated, “But why?”

“She threatened Ellie and so I tried to kill her.” You didn’t think it was that bad.

Maria sighed, “Sweetheart. That’s not how we deal with issues here.”

“I’m sorry…” You frowned apologetically, “Not for trying to kill her, but not being civilized about it.”

“Well that’s a start I guess.” Maria placed an ice pack on your bruise, “Thankfully nothing is broken. Did she do this to you?”

“No.” Your throat tightened as you answered, “Joel did.”

“He what?” Maria’s eyes widened, “He did this to you?”

“Joel did what?” Tommy stepped in the kitchen. He made his way to the fruit bowl, grabbing an apple.

“He… He pulled me off of her. I don’t think he meant to hurt me. I just…” Your sigh felt like a heaviness settling on your chest, “He didn’t realized his strength when he shoved me.” At least you hoped he didn’t…

“I’m going to kill him.” Maria seethed as he hand tightened into a fist.

You raised an eyebrow at her, “I’m sorry you can kill Joel, but I can’t kill Heather? Where is the democracy in that?”

“Oh hush.” Maria wanted to nudge you like she usually did, but held back given your current state, “I just don’t understand why he’s being this way.”

The two of you were both talking that you didn’t see Tommy leave, only when you heard the door slam did the both of you go silent.

“You don’t think he’s going over there do you?” Your voice trailed off as your mind ran through all of the possibilities that could happen between the two brothers.

Maria shook her head, “They’re Millers. A punch, a couple of words, and then they’re good. It’s what they do. Maybe Tommy can knock some sense into his brother.”

“She said something to him… Don’t abandon me.” You muttered as you mulled over the events of last night, “It looked like those words really got to him and I just have this unwarranted feeling that she’s manipulating him. Like she’s tightening her grip around what he cares about most which is saving the people he can save.”

“But why would she manipulate him?” Maria’s brows furrowed, “For what reason?”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head before looking at her, “But I refuse to let her tear apart my family. You should have seen her last night Maria. She knew what to say to get under my skin and it worked. Joel took her side.” You looked out the window to see the sun rising slowly, “Again…”

“I’m telling Mikel that you can’t go on patrol today.” Maria muttered as she cleaned up the table.

You gave her a stubborn look, “But it’s my turn to go on patrol, I’m not going to let this keep me from my job. I need to protect this place too.”

“What? You can’t go like this.” Maria countered with a look that only a mother could give.

You gave her a smile as you placed the wrapped ice on the table.

“I’ve traveled the road far worse than this. I can do it, trust me.” You stood up, ignoring the dull ache.

You were grateful that it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. You were also grateful for the chance to be out of Joel’s sight today.

“See you! Oh and tell Ellie for me that we are having a snowball fight as soon as I get back.” I waved at her goodbye before greeting the chilled morning weather.

It was warmer than yesterday, that was for sure… You thought as you made your way to the stables to meet Mikel.

“I wonder if Ellie is going to wear her jacket today.” You muttered with a motherly tone, “She better be.”

The morning light greeted the home, but it felt anything but comforting. Not with one person of the family missing.

“Miller.” Ellie greeted her dad as she sipped on her orange juice.

It was the orange juice that her mom spent the other day making. It made all the more reason for Ellie to glare at the old man who looked like he hadn’t slept at all last night.

“You callin me Miller now?” Joel huffed as he grabbed himself a coffee mug.

“Yep. Because until my mom comes back, you Miller are nothing, but a stranger to me.” Ellie huffed.

Joel gave her his famous unimpressed look before pouring himself a cup of coffee.

He tried to think of the best way to explain what happened last night. How he reached the top of the stairs and found his firefly trying to kill someone in their home. How he just didn’t want anyone else to die. How he couldn’t understand why she hated Heather so much… Before he could say anything to Ellie, there was a banging at his door.

“Joel!” His brother’s voice carried through the wooden door, “You better get your ass out here right now before I kick this door in!”

“Jesus.” Joel shook and set his coffee down.

Of course he couldn’t have a quiet morning to think about how he would apologize to his firefly and talk about what happened.

His boots thudded against the floor as he made his way to the front door. Another bang from Tommy made his jaw clench.

“What is so important—” He didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before Tommy was swinging at him. Joel’s eyes widened as he leaned out of the way and grabbed onto his brother’s wrist.

“Jesus Tommy, what the fuck?” Joel grumbled in disbelief.

“You’re an idiot Joel.” Tommy huffed as he yanked his arm to free his wrist, but to no avail.

“I conquer.” Ellie spoke from the kitchen entrance, her orange juice in hand. M

Joel rolled his eyes as he let go of Tommy’s wrist before he turned his attention towards Ellie. He nodded his head towards the direction of the stairs, “Go get ready.”

She groaned, but listened to him nonetheless as she clambered up the stairs.

“You hurt her.” Tommy stated, his tone was more even after his short burst of anger.

Joel gave him a look that soon turned into defeat as he ran a hand through his ruffled hair.

“I know I shouldn’t have kicked her out, but they were going to kill each other Tom. I wasn’t exactly thinkin clearly at that moment.” Joel explained.

“No.” Tommy shook his head as he shoved his brother’s shoulder, “You. Hurt. Her.”

“What do you mean?” Joel pressed.

Tommy continued as the weight of his words settled in to Joel’s heart, “I walked down the stairs this morning to find my wife tending to your girl with a massive bruise on her side.”

Now it was Joel’s turn to look guilty as he finally realized what he had done. Accident or not he hurt her… Joel looked at Tommy with worry, “A bruise?”

“She said you shoved her.” Tommy elaborated.

His words held a darker tone, one that Joel rarely saw in his brother except for the time back in the day when Tommy would call wasted from a jail cell. This was different though because it wasn’t Tommy bashing someone’s head against a bar… No… This was Joel’s fault and Joel would get eaten by a clicker before he would deny that.

The pieces came back together quickly. Joel vaguely remembered last night, but he knew that he pulled her off of Heather to try to break up their fight. He just didn’t realize how much strength he had used.

“Shit.” Joel seethed.

“Yeah.” Tommy agreed, “Just you wait until you see Maria. She’s pissed at you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her Tommy. I would never… I didn’t mean to.” Joel ran a hand through his hair again, this time with anxiety and guilt rushing through him, “Is she okay?”

“It’s a big bruise.” Tommy’s gaze softened at his brother’s distraught state, “But there’s nothing broken. She’ll be fine in a few days.”

Joel nodded before immediately reaching for his winter jacket and shrugged it on, “I need to talk to her.”

“Can’t.” Tommy stated simply.

Joel turned to his brother with furrowed brows, “What do ya mean I can’t?” He muttered.

“It’s her route today and knowing that girl she convinced Maria that she could go.” Tommy looked up at the where the sun was, “You can try, but I’m not sure they’ll be there.” Tommy explained, his arms crossed as he watched the way his brother’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I’ll take my chances.” Joel grabbed his coat and rushed out the door.

“If she ain’t there then can grovel to her when she gets back.” Tommy proposed, “Hopefully then she’ll be less likely to stab you.” Tommy joked as he turned and walked down the steps.

Joel carried on walking when he heard his brother call out to him.

“Word of advice brother. Get your shit together and kick Heather out before you loose your firefly for good. There’s no use in protecting someone else when you end up loosing someone you care more about.”

“Where is he going?” Heather made her way out of the door.

“To get his girl back.” Tommy looked to Heather, “Look I don’t know the full extent of what’s going on, but I heard enough to know that you should stay out of their business.”

“He is my business.” She said defiantly.

Tommy’s eyes narrowed, “No. He’s her business. They’ve been together a lot longer than you’ve been stayin here.”

“Tell me.” She looked Tommy in the eyes, her voice still as sweet as ever, but her gaze held something different, “Right now. If he were to choose between her and me. Who would it be?”

“I suggest taking that offer Tris gave you and move out…” Tommy said all that she needed to hear, “If you’re as nice as you seem then you can provide this act of kindness.”

“Today preferably.” Ellie muttered as she pushed passed Heather and walked towards Tommy.

“Yeah.” Heather muttered before she walked back inside and slammed the door shut.

“I am not spending the day with her.” Ellie began to walk, “Come on, I’m hungry and if you’re here then I know that Maria is the one making breakfast.”

Tommy chuckled before following after the girl.

You were trudging through the snow, seeing the barn on a few steps from you. Mikel stood by two saddled horses, his dirty blonde hair was covered by a tan cowboy hat, weathered by age and sun.

“Morning.” Mikel waved at you, his accent thick.

You remember asking him the first time you both went out on patrol together. He told you his parents were from Romania before they settled here in America.

“You look rough. You doing okay?” Mikel watched how my stride was slower than normal.

“Yeah. Everything’s good.” I nodded my head not wanting to get into your private business with Mikel. He was a friend of course, but you like sharing your problems with anyone outside of your family. Thankfully he didn’t push the topic.

“You found a new hat.” I commented as I reached for one of the horses’s reins, “Hope you didn’t wait too long.”

“John gave this to me. Pretty cool don’t you think?” He tipped his hat before getting on his horse, “And no. Not long. I just came out when you showed up.” Mikel handed you a rifle.

“Thanks.” You said and went to check the barrel to make sure it was loaded.

“You don’t have to. John said he loaded it.” Mikel said.

You smiled at him, “Sorry, it’s a force of habit from Joel. I can’t help it.” You looked back down again to check the gun until you heard his voice.

Speak his name and he shall appear.

“Firefly.” He called out to you.

It made you look up, forgetting about the gun as Joel engulfed you in his strong arms.

“Joel—”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Jesus. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I promised I would never hurt you and I did last night.” Joel curled his fingers into your hair as he breathed in your scent, “Don’t go today sweetheart, I’ll go. Just please stay with Ellie.”

You pushed back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, “No.” You stated firmly as you carefully pushed him away even if you were ripping your heart out of your chest, “I need time away from you right now and waiting worriedly for you to come home safe won’t help that.”

“You’re the one who hurt her? I should’ve know it was you.” Mikel stepped up beside you, “Why don’t you leave her alone old man.”

Joel’s fist clench as he clocked in on the young man with a hard glare, “What did you just say?” The word barely got out, sounding more like a muffled growl.

“You heard me.” Mikel pushed Joel’s shoulder, “She deserves better than you. Someone who can protect her.”

Joel didn’t try to fight back, of course he didn’t. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten you by pummeling the young guys face in. No he stood like a force that couldn’t be moved and let Mikel shove him as if he were some tough guy when in reality, Mikel’s shove didn’t even make Joel stumble.

Joel’s glare hardened, “I know she does, but I don’t think you’re the one to decide what she wants.”

“Mikel stop.” You placed a hand on his arm and pulled him back, but he slipped from your grasp heading straight to Joel.

“Oh, but I think she’ll let me with the cute little obedient thing that she is. After all she lets you run all over her does she not?” Mikel whispered so lowly in Joel’s face that you couldn’t hear what he was saying, “It will be easy to get her to behave once she’s mine.”

He took back everything he just said. He could pummel this guys face in. Joel’s fist connected with Mikel’s jaw within the two seconds it took for Mikel to smirk. That smirk however was wiped clean off his face as he fell harshly into the snow.

“Fuck!” Mikel cried out as he clutched his jaw from the seething pain.

“Joel!” You gasped at the sight, unsure of whether to be angry or appalled. You decided that both reactions would do.

“I’m sorry.” Joel apologized to you and only you for having to see that. He didn’t apologize to Mikel who clutched his jaw in pain. He hoped that he would feel that punch for weeks, maybe even have a fracture in his jaw… But Joel could only hope.

“I can’t believe you right now!” You cried out absolutely frustrated over the entire morning. Joel’s eyes widened as you stepped towards him and shoved him back. He couldn’t be angry with you though. You didn’t know what Mikel said. He just let you try to push him, “You’re the one who did all of this. You have no right to be angry!” You yelled at him before turning around.

You reached down to help Mikel up, “Are you good to go on patrol?” You asked him as you looked at the bruise already forming on his jaw. Mikel muttered a yes, a glare directed towards Joel.

“Go get on your horse and we’ll head out.” You told Mikel who walked over to his horse without complaint, being sure to hide the smirk growing on his face.

“Don’t go.” Joel’s focus was solely on you, his hand reaching out as if he wanted to take your hand, but held back, “He—”

“I don’t care what he said or what you just did Joel. Go home.” You glared at him.

“I don’t like him around you.” He pressed, his glare zoning in on Mikel.

“Well tough luck Joel. You don’t get to go around being jealous over the fact that Mikel’s my friend after all the shit you’ve done to me with Heather.” I spat out her name like it was venom, “Go home Joel. I don’t want to see you for a while.”

His face fell, “You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t know what I mean right now.” Your gaze flickered to the ground, “Please.”

Joel sighed, his shoulders tense and angry at himself for being unable to convince you to stay, “Fine.” He agreed gruffly, “As long as I know you’re coming back tonight.”

“Why should I come back?” You muttered.

“For Ellie.” He knew it was a low blow, but he didn’t want you to leave them.

“You’ve pushed me away for months Joel. What do you want me to do?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the anxiousness that you felt.

“I know.” Joel nodded numbly, “I just… Fuck.” He sighed, “I don’t want anyone else dying on my hands.”

“People die Joel.” You explained as you stepped back, “It’s choosing who you love more. Her or me. And to be honest… I don’t think I’ll like the answer you give me.” You turned away from him and mounted your horse.

“You.” He said when the only thing left of you was your horses hoof prints in the snow, “Always.”

It was an awkward first thirty minute ride for you and Mikel. The two of you kept to yourselves and welcomed the timid silence.

“Is he always like that?” Mikel muttered.

“Not always… It’s been…” You sighed as you adjusted the gun on your shoulder, “Is your jaw okay? He’s got a pretty strong right hook. I’m surprised you’re still conscious.”

He shook his head with a breathy laugh, “I’m tougher than I look. What do you even see in someone as broken as him?” He wondered as he looked at you.

That question caught you off guard and it took you a moment to answer, but you knew the truth. It lied deeply in your bones, an echo of your heart.

“Everything.” You looked up to the sky, “The good, the bad, the broken, I see everything…”

“I could treat you better you know.” Mikel fixed his hat, “If you gave me a chance. I think we would be good together.”

You breathed out a laugh, “Oh really now?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

He dipped his head towards you and put on his best Texan accent, “You bet darlin.”

The two of you broke into laughter.

“We’ve gotten along well for months have we not? If you give me a chance I can show you how you should be loved.” He continued, a hopeful look in his blue eyes.

“Thanks.” Your tone was a lot more calm than from earlier, “But I have my Joel waiting for me back home even if we are fighting.” You gave him a soft smile, “I’m glad that we are beginning to become friends though. I hope we can keep this friendship.”

“Me too…” He replied and you felt that was enough.

Maybe if you paid closer attention you would see something was off. The shadows in the trees or the hand tightening around a rifle.

“Let’s head out a bit further today.” Mikel suggested and you nodded your head.

“Alright.” You answered.

You should have paid more attention.

Joel entered the house with a heavy sigh and a deep ache in his chest. That did not go as he planned… He fucked up. He really fucked up and now he wasn’t sure if you would come back. It was like you were slipping through his fingers and he could do nothing to hold onto you.

“What did you do?” Ellie spoke up.

Surprised at the voice, Joel turned around to face Ellie who sat on the staircase behind him. Her boots were still untied, but it looked like she had been sitting there for a while.

“How long have you been sitting there?” Joel asked.

“Since I heard you groveling up the steps.” Ellie crossed her arms, “What did you do?”

Joel cringed at her words, “I… I fucked up.” Joel took a few steps towards her.

“I can see that, but how bad?” She pressed, “She is coming home isn’t she? She is right Miller?”

He grabbed onto the staircase railing to help him sit on the step, but it didn’t make crouching down any easier, “I don’t know…”

Ellie snorted, “You really are old.”

“Shut up.” Joel spat as he finally sat down beside her.

“What did you do?” Ellie asked again, “Why are you so worried she isn’t coming home?”

It was quiet for a few moments before Joel finally answered Ellie’s question, “I punched Mikel.”

“No!” Ellie gasped, “You didn’t!”

Joel nodded, “I did.”

Ellie knew that Joel didn’t act without reason, “What did he do?” She asked this time.

“He isn’t good for her.” Joel answered, not wanting to relay the words Mikel had said to him to Ellie. She would go chasing after the two and pummel Mikel to the ground.

Ellie wanted to lighten the mood and so she smirked, “Bet you were jealous.”

Joel glared at her from the corner of his eyes, “Was not.”

She started to laugh. She couldn’t help it. It must have been hilarious, “Oh you definitely were!”

Joel only grunted at her in response not wanting to continue this conversation anymore. He wondered if maybe Tommy would have a job for him today… He could sure use the distraction.

Ellie wiped at her tears, “You know I really don’t know what she sees in you. I mean I do, but I don’t.” She explained in the nicest way she possibly could which for Ellie was being very blunt. Something that her and Joel had in common.

Ellie and her honest words have always made Joel irritated, but he knew deep down that she was right. At least about this.

It was a while before Ellie looked towards him again. She saw the sullen look on his face and watched the way his scowl seemed to deepen even more. Carefully, Ellie rested a hand on his shoulder, as delicately as she could as if she was about to startle a bear.

“You saved who you needed to save. Now it’s time to let Heather live her own life and bring mom home.” She said.

Joel sighed deeply, knowing the kid was right, “I don’t know what she sees in me either.” Joel answered her honestly. He couldn’t tell her that she would come home and why should she? He treated her horribly and now it’s hitting him in the chest. Making it tighten as if he couldn’t breathe. It was the same feeling he felt when they first arrived here. When he thought that he couldn’t protect his girls and now… Now he feels like he’s loosing the one woman he’s grown to love, “I’m going to go see Tommy about some work. I’ll be back later.”

He feels like he’s lost her for good and that truly terrifies him…

It’s been more than a couple of hours since you first es headed out on your patrol.

“How long have we been out here?” You asked as you looked up at the darkening sky.

“Not too long though we should probably head back soon…” Mikel’s voice trailed off, “Let’s just head down this bend and we’ll turn around.”

You agreed to his suggestion and the two of you continued down the snowy bend. It was a few more minutes of riding before you saw that Mikel was squinting at something.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I don’t know…” Mikel stated and the two of you rode a little closer to see what it was.

You both looked at the abandoned building that was down the hill.

“What is a cabin doing out here?” You asked.

“Don’t know. No one has ever been out this far…” He muttered, “Let’s go check it out.”

Mikel’s words only prompted you to move forward as you both traveled down the snowy hill and towards the small cabin.

It looked to be old, and most likely unused as there was no smoke billowing out the chimney from this chilled weather. The two of you cleared the area first before circling the home. Mikel went around back as you entered the cabin. The opened door provided some light, but not enough to see the inside of the cabin in its entirety. It wasn’t until you pulled back the tattered curtain to the windows that you realized the place fully furnished.

You thought there wouldn’t be much to it, scraped barren from the world that had been pushed upon it, but you were wrong… And you didn’t like that you were.

You looked around carefully, not finding anything else out of the ordinary until you ventured further towards the fireplace. Even though there was no flame or smoke to the coals, they were still hot. An unwelcome chill feel over you as you quickly stood up, much more alert than you were previously.

You remained silent as you crept to the front of the house, gun now raised as you went to find Mikel. You hoped that he was still walking about outside and that whoever was here previously was long gone. You slowly stepped outside, eyes immediately locking onto the figure in front of you. You expected to see raiders, a clicker, hell a bloater would have made more sense then Mikel standing there with his own rifle directed towards you.

You didn’t lower your weapon as you asked him, “What are you doing Mikel?”

“I need you to listen to me. Please.” His request was a near plee, something that you found irking.

“I’m listening.” Your eyes darkened at him.

“I fell for you the first time I saw you all those months ago. You were like a breath of fresh air and rain. I did everything to get near you, even fixing us to go on routes together when Joel left. She said I could have anything I liked if I did what she asked. She promised me this.”

“She? What you mean she?” I muttered as I wracked my brain for an answer that could explain all of this.

“She said I could keep you.” Mikel’s grip tightened around his gun as a crazed look fell over his eyes, “I followed orders. I did everything for this moment and now. Now it’s my turn to have what I want.”

“You led me here.” You realized, “This is your cabin.” You didn’t want to listen any more to his words. The only thing on your mind was getting back to your family. Your eyes narrowed as you squeezed the trigger without hesitation, but you didn’t get the recoil that you were expecting. You tried again… Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Your anxiety picked up when you began to realize this.

“You can shoot all you like. There’s no bullets.” He stated and that was all the answer you need. That’s why he handed you the gun earlier. That’s why he was assuring you it was loaded. You should have checked. You shouldn’t have forgotten about the damn gun. You should have checked. Joel would have…

Joel.

You wished for everything in your soul that he was here with you right now. Fuck. Quickly you threw the gun to the snow and ran as fast as your legs could carry you.

Mikel sighed as he aimed his gun at you, “I was really hoping that you would see it my way.” He fired without hesitation, shooting you in the leg, “I did this all for you. For us.”

You gave a blood curling scream as you fell, staining the cold white snow in the warmth of your blood. You heard more footsteps and the sound of horses from behind you and you knew then that your home was about to be destroyed.

“Everything is prepared for your arrival.” Mikel stated, “Don’t keep Heather waiting.”

“Another successful raid.” One of the guys chuckled out, “She’s too cunning. I knew that was why John kept her around. And that girl? You gonna share?”

“This one is mine.” Mikel answered and you could hear his footsteps head towards you.

“Joel!” You screamed his name even if he couldn’t hear you, “Joel!”

Mikel straddled your waist, digging the bit of his gun into your wounded leg, “You’re still screaming his name even after everything he’s done to you? I am better than him!” He yelled as you cried out in pain, “Why can’t you see that?!”

You turned and watched over half the town population of raiders heading towards Jackson. It left a horrid feeling inside your gut as you could do nothing lie in the snow.

Your only thoughts were of Ellie and Joel.

“I’ll make you see that I’m the one for you.” He whispered in your ear.

Please survive. You must survive.

Silence fell over Joel and Ellie as Heather served them dinner. They were both lost in their own thoughts as they waited for her to come home.

“It’s getting late… Do you think something happened to her?” Ellie asked as she peered out the window the darkening sky.

“I’m not sure dear. Maybe they had to find shelter from the weather picking up?” Heather placated as she served them.

“I’ll go check with Tommy, see if she’s there.” Joel began to stand.

“But your food.” Heather pointed to his untouched plate, “You should at least eat something before you go. Don’t you think?”

“I’ll be back.” Joel reassured, “You two can eat without me.”

“I’m coming with you.” Ellie stated as she pushed her plate aside, ready to join him on his search.

Joel immediately shook his head while he was putting on his coat, “I don’t want you catching a cold out there. I’ll go find her.”

“Promise?” Ellie’s eyes showed her worry as she looked up at Joel.

“Promise.”

“Stay safe then. I’ll look after Ellie until you get back.” Heather nodded towards Joel. He returned the gesture.

“And Heather?” Joel called out.

“Yes?” Her gaze looked hopeful.

“We’ll discuss more about your move with Tris. I think your well acquainted with the lifestyle here to start building your new life on your own.” He said before heading out.

“I hope you like meatloaf.” Heather ground her teeth as she tried to remain calm from Joel’s biting words.

But she would make him see…

Not at all… Ellie thought as she looked at her plate. She cut into the meatloaf as she watch Heather serve herself. It looked off, but she warily took a bite and swallowed the unknown substance.

“Why are aren’t you eating yours?” Ellie asked as she slowly chewed her food.

“Not that hungry I suppose, but that just means more for you.” It was the way Heather’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes that made Ellie feel uneasy.

Slowly she put down her fork, feeling nauseous, “I’m not that hungry either.” She said, but she had already eaten some of the dinner, “I think im going to go lie down.” She tried to stand, but the room spun and she ended up crashing to the ground.

“Sweet dreams dear.” Was the last thing Ellie heard before falling asleep.

She would make him see that they are meant to be together.

Joel checked the barn first before heading to his brother’s house. He quickly noted that two horses were still missing from there stables. That only let Joel’s worst fear come true at realizing she wasn’t over at Tommy and Maria’s house. It made his swift walk into almost a jog as he raced over to Tommy’s.

“What do you mean she hasn’t come back yet?” Tommy asked the moment Joel barged in, letting them know what has happened.

“I don’t know. I was hoping she would be here, but her horse is still missing. I think something has happened to her.” Joel ran a hand through his hair.

“Well round up some folks and head out there on a search.” Maria insisted as she stood up.

“That sounds like a plan. I’ll get—“ Before Tommy could finish his sentence multiple gunshots could be heard through the town.

“What’s that?” Maria’s eyes widened at the loud noise.

“Whatever it is. It doesn’t sound good.” Tommy murmured as he quickly put his boots on.

Joel’s heart was racing as he tried to keep a level head, “Tommy, Ellie—“

Tommy nodded his head, “Go get her and bring her here. Maria you stay and keep an eye out for them okay? I’ll go find out what’s going on.”

“It sounds like a raid.” Maria sounded worried as the gunshots continued, now paired with yells and screams.

“That’s why I need you to stay here, arm yourself, and hide. Wait for Joel to come back with Ellie and I’ll be right behind them okay?” Tommy pressed a tender kiss to Maria’s forehead before he and Joel were out the door, armed and ready for a fight.

“I’ll head with you for a couple blocks and then break off okay?” Tommy whispered to Joel.

Joel grunted with a nod as the two blended in with the night.

It wasn’t long before Joel was silently hurrying up the steps and threw his front door. The house was dark and it seemed oddly quiet as he searched the place for any sign of Ellie. He quietly made his way upstairs and to her room where he was pushing the door open. He expected her to be awake, packing her backpack, but instead she found her unconscious and tied with duck tape on her bed. His footsteps were quick as he rushed over to her, but froze when he heard the clock of a gun.

His piercing eyes flitted over to the corner of the room where the moon shined on Heather’s face. There she stood with a gun pointedly in Ellie’s direction. She knew what she was doing. His life meant nothing to him, but Ellie… Well she was his world.

“You know I really thought you were smarter than this Joel.” Heather tsked with a sigh, “I thought this would go a lot smoother too, but you just couldn’t choose me could you?”

“What did you do to her?” Joel’s gun was facing her with no hesitance to kill if he got the wrong answer.

“Don’t worry, I only drugged little Ellie that’s all.” She tilted her head, “She’ll be fine as long as you are cooperative so why don’t you be a good boy and put down the gun.”

Joel slowly lowered to the floor as he placed his rifle down, “Why are you doing this?” Joel’s voice dropped lower as he quickly assessed the situation.

“Didn’t you hear? This town is in need of a little remodeling and I know just the group to get that done.” She smirked.

“You don’t mean…” Joel’s fist clenched at the feeling of betrayal seeping through him.

“Oh yes. Surprise! You should be happy. All of this couldn’t have happened without you.” Heather smiled.

“I didn’t.” Joel huffed defiantly.

“But you did. You helped me dethrone John. Took him out so I could be on top and it’s quite nice up here, but I don’t want to be alone. You’ve shown me just what love could feel like and I know that we could rule this town together now that your precious firefly is out of the way.”

“What did you do to her?” He growled and Heather rolled her eyes.

“You’ll never see her again, I can promise you that.” She laughed, “And you dug yourself too deep to gain her forgiveness Joel. Something you’re never going to get from her again.” She stepped towards him, “Why don’t we just have a glass of whiskey and forget about her hm?”

“What. Did. You. Do.” His tone was as harsh as the gun fire outside.

“Why do the tiny details matter? She’s gone. You’ve made it perfectly clear when you casted her aside. I saw it in your eyes Joel. You feel something for me!” She urged, “All you need to do is just give us a chance.” Heather pleaded, “You, me, and Ellie would be good together. We will be the perfect family.”

“No.” Joel’s tone held no room for consideration, “You’re not her. You’ll never be her. I don’t know what kind of delusion you have where we end up together, but it will never happen.”

“Oh fuck you.” She glared at him, “Is this really because of her?” Her hands shook with rage as she held the gun.

“She means more to me than you will ever know and if she is dead. I promise you, the infected will be the least of your worries.” He threatened.

“Really now?” She scoffed as she tried to subdue her anger, “Why don’t you worry about the girl you still have left hm? You really want me to be the villain here then fine…”

Her gaze narrowed as her gun clocked, “Dawn is coming your way and it’s about to bleed red.”

#joel miller #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel tlou #pedro pascal #pedro x reader #joel the last of us #joel x reader #pedro is daddy #pedrostories #joel miller angst #joel and ellie #whiskeytearsseries #whiskeytears

711 notes · View notes

chosok-amo · 5 months

Text

nanny

a young teenage gojo satoru is a complete loser, who's never had sex before, so here's you come to teach him how.

(tw!) virgin satoru! unprotected sex

You loved feeling the June sun sinking into your bare skin you almost purred with contentment. You thought how nice it would be if you could get totally naked and be tan all over your body. Unfortunately that wasn’t possible, because Gojo Satoru and his loser friend were watching you. They didn’t know you were aware of their spying, and you wasn’t about to let on that you knew. As their nanny, you liked to be one up on them all the time.

You rolled onto your back and untied the thin neck strap of your bikini top. You could almost hear the boys groan. They probably thought you were going to take your bra off. Well, you wished you could, but you were only teasing them. You lay beside the pool, and out of the corner of your eye she could see the draperies moving a little over the sliding glass patio doors. You knew the boys were behind those drapes, watching you through slits. They both had hard-ons, you were sure of it. The whole situation was so ridiculous. You were only in your twenties, just a few years older than your charge, Gojo Satoru, yet you were supposed to be his nanny and treat him like little kid. Well, he wasn't just a little kid. He was horny young adolescent.

Well, you needed the job, and the boy’ father, was the boss. You’d do whatever he wanted, no matter how weird it seemed. Mr. Gojo made sure his boy led a sheltered life. He didn’t allow him to date, and he wouldn’t even discuss sex with him.

You thought he was making a big mistake, but it wasn’t your place to say so. You needed to earn money for college, and you wasn’t about to blow this good-paying job. So let the kids spy on you. They were just looking and that couldn’t hurt anything. Still you wished you could take off your bikini bra. You really missed getting a full body tan. Would it be so terrible if the boys saw a pair of tits?

You couldn’t help grinning as you thought about it. The boys would really get a charge out of it, you were sure of that. Everybody would get what they wanted. What the hell you thought, why not?

You were pretty sure that Satoru and Suguru weren’t going to rat on you to Mr. Gojo. You reached around to your back and started untying your remaining strap. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the drapes open wider. You wouldn’t have been surprised if the sliding glass doors had steamed up. You knew you were giving the losers some real entertainment.

“Oh, shit!” Satoru groaned softly. “She’s gonna do it! She’s really gonna do it!”

“Could we get that lucky?” his friend, Suguru moaned.

“Just watch, man,” Satoru panted. “Yeah, shit, she’s untying it.” Both of them were too excited to talk much more. They watched through slits in the drapes as the gorgeous nanny untied the top of her bikini. You was just the sexiest thing the boys had ever seen, cuter than any of their classmates. Your body was sleek, golden and curvy, and now they were going to see even more of it. The boys practically stopped breathing.

You got the skimpy top untied and then suddenly flung it aside leaving your gorgeous tits bare. Satoru and Suguru groaned. Your tits were grapefruit-size, perfectly round and firm, capped with luscious-looking little pink nipples. They were just perfect tits.

“Oh, shit,” Suguru said hoarsely.

“Too much!” Satoru sighed. “God, I wish I could fuck her,” Suguru said.

“What are you talking about, man?” Satoru snorted. “You don’t even know what fucking is. Neither do I, thanks to my father.”

“Well, whatever it is, I want to do it with Heather,” Suguru said.

“You’re right,” Satoru sighed. “I wanta do it with her, too.” You just lay there for a while, making sure the boys got a good long look at your magnificent tits. You were very sure you had their attention. You liked that. It made you feel very female to know that two young men were eating their hearts out as they ogled your tits.

It made you feel female, and it made you feel lusty. You were getting turned on by your own naughty act. That was no way for a nanny to behave, but you figured you wasn’t a professional and didn’t have to obey all the rules. You felt heat and wetness in your neglected pussy.

She missed Sukuna, your steady boyfriend, who’d gone too far away for the summer to earn money. It was just too awful to think that you’d have to go three whole months without making it with Sukuna. It had already been two weeks, and you were going crazy without him. You felt outrageously horny, and you couldn’t resist teasing your charges a little more. You kept your eyes almost closed, as if you were dozing and daydreaming. You cupped your soft hot tits and began molding them and exploring them. You ran her tongue around her lips.

“Mmm!” You moaned softly.

“Ohh!” You rubbed your thumbs over your tender pink nipples to coax them into stiffness. It didn’t take much effort. Your soft nipples responded quickly, growing into firm rosy nubs. Engorged like that, they were twice as sensitive. You wished Sukuna was there to lick and suck them.

Then you grinned. You didn’t need Sukuna for that. You could do it yourself. You hoisted your tits as high as you could, bringing the stiffened nipples together. Holding your lightly tanned tits in that position, you could reach them with your tongue. You began lashing your juicy hot tongue over your swollen nipples.

“Um, yeah!” you gasped.

It felt so good, you even surprised herself.

“Oh, fuck, I can’t believe this!” Satoru groaned.

“Yeah, it’s fantastic,” Suguru said delightedly.

“Yeah, except I think I’m gonna come in my pants!” Satoru croaked.

“I think I already did,” his best friend replied.

Then they just stopped talking and watched Satoru's beautiful young nanny tonguing her own nipples. You didn’t miss an inch of that engorged rosy flesh. You felt the stiff nubs glistening with your hot spit. You also felt Satoru and Suguru panting.

“Oh, shit, I wanta fuck her so bad,” Satoru sighed.

“Whatever that means,” Suguru added.

“Jesus, what is it with my father?” Satoru complained. “How come he won’t talk to me about sex? Why won’t he let me date? I feel like an idiot at school. I can’t tell people that he wants to keep me virgins.”

“That seems to be his plan, though, doesn’t it?” Suguru sighed.

“Yeah, but it’s not working,” Satoru said, staring feverishly through the slit in the drapes. “It’s just making me into a sex fiend.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Suguru said. “Oh, shit, look what she’s doing now.” You tongued your sensitive swollen nipples till you was shaking with need. It felt really wild to do that to yourself, and you were positive that you was giving the boys a thrill, too. But you needed something more now. You needed to come very badly.

You’d gotten yourself worked up, and you’d been thinking too much about Sukuna and the exciting ways he made love to you. Now you just had to get off. You had to masturbate or go crazy. You didn’t like playing with yourself instead of making it with a guy, but it was a lot better than no relief at all.

For one crazy moment you thought of beating off right there in front of the spying teenagers. But, no, that would really be going too far, even for a first-time nanny. Mr. Gojo had made his wishes clear. He didn’t want you to discuss sex with his son in any way. Well, you hadn’t exactly been discussing it with him, but you might as well have been shouting about it. You knew Mr. Gojo would be horrified if he found out what you’d done. So you’d better finish off in private. You’d just give the sex-starved boy one more quick thrill.

You got slowly to your feet, then bent to pick up your towel and your discarded bra. You wanted the boys to watch your tits gently wobble and bounce. Then you glanced toward the pool as if you were having second thoughts about leaving without a swim.

You dropped your things and grabbed the little bows that held your bikini bottom together.

“Let her do it!” Satoru panted. “Please, God, let her do it!”

“Come on, Y/n, please,” Suguru said hoarsely.

Both had aching hard-ons as they spied on the lovely nanny. Naked from the waist up, You seemed tempted to strip completely and go for a swim. You kept fiddling with those little bows as if you couldn’t make up your mind. You were driving the two losers crazy.

“Do it, do it, do it!” Satoru chanted.

“She’s gonna do it!” Suguru gasped.

He was right. You appeared to have made up your mind. You suddenly pulled hard on the two bows, and your bikini bottoms gave way, falling to the concrete. You stepped out of them stark naked, and for one wonderful second, you were facing the sliding glass doors.

“Holy shit!” Satoru choked.

“Fantastic!” Suguru gulped.

They ogled your small neat cunt. Your body was perfect, firm and flawless. Your golden hair hung and clean to your waist. You were every teenage boy’s wet dreams and you were looking right at Satoru and Suguru, buck naked.

“I’m ready to die now,” Satoru said. “It doesn’t get better than this.”

“Unless you fuck,” Suguru said.

“How do you know?” Satoru asked.

He didn’t get an answer, because at that moment you turned and dived into the pool. The two of them forgot what they were arguing about and just watched your luscious body knife through the clear water. You swam for a few minutes, then burst out of the pool, grabbed up your things, and headed for the door.

Satoru and Suguru just had time to duck behind chairs. They peeked out at you as you strode by them stark naked and smiling. You strode right along, down the hall and into your room. When you shut your door, the two crawled out from behind the chairs. They talked in low voices so you wouldn’t hear them.

“You know what?” Satoru said in a dazed voice. “I may have set a world’s record for the number of hard-ons in one day.”

“I bet I had more!” Suguru sighed.

It was pretty easy for you to guess what the two were talking about after you went to your room, but you didn’t especially care. There was only one thing on your mind just then, and that was getting some relief for the hot horny ache in your pussy.

It had been dumb of you to think you could go all summer without making love. You’d been so excited about getting this easy, good-paying job, that you hadn’t figured out the problems of being without Sukuna. Well, now you are very much aware of the problems. You couldn’t go all summer without love. You couldn’t even go a week.

Well, there was only one thing you could do about it, and you wasn’t shy about trying it. You hadn’t masturbated since you’d met Sukuna, but you hadn’t forgotten how. It would just have to do till you got back with your boyfriend again. You slipped naked onto your bed and slid your hand between your thighs.

The moment you touched herself, you felt better. You worked your middle finger stiffly between the juicy hot folds of your cunt, and you felt little bursts of pleasure that made your cream hot and hard. Your finger dripped with the thick sizzling juices.

“Mm, shit, yes!” you moaned.

You moved her finger faster, rubbing the swollen slick flesh of your pussy. You squeezed your eyes shut and pretended Sukuna was with you, playing with your pussy in his expert way. The guy could get you off half a dozen times with just his finger, and you missed that.

“God, yes, honey, do it!” you whimpered.

Well, you knew you were just talking to your imagination, but at least it felt good. You slid your middle finger into your small but slick cunt, pushing in as deep as you could go. You couldn’t pretend about that, either, because your linger wasn’t nearly as big as Sukuna’s cock. Still, it felt damned good.

You started finger-fucking yourself, not feeling a bit shy or guilty about it. You’d never been ashamed of your body and its needs. You just lay there gurgling with pleasure as you reamed deep in your needy cunt. You soaked your pistoning finger with scorching cunt juice. You felt yourself sailing fast toward the orgasm you needed so badly. For one quick moment you wished it was Sukuna’s fat hard cock in there instead of your finger, but you forgot that as you brought yourself off. It was a long hard climax, just what you needed, and your finger got you there just fine. You writhed and rolled all over your bed.

“Shit—mhh!” the horny nanny moaned.

“Umhh, yes!”

Your problem was solved, for a few hours at least. But you hated to think of going all summer without a man.

You spent your usual day with Satoru and his friend, Suguru, seeing that he did his chores, watching a little TV with them, and then making dinner for them. Mr. Gojo arrived home from work around six, and he liked to find dinner on the table.

You aimed to please. You were happy to have a job that was so easy and paid such good money, and you quickly learned all of Mr. Gojo’s favorite foods. Tonight you’d prepared barbecued ribs, roasted potatoes and green beans. Mr. Gojo’s face lit up when you brought the food to the table.

“Well, it looks like I picked the best nanny in the West!” he exclaimed.

“You sure did, Dad!” Satoru sighed.

“Yeah, she’s super,” Suguru said, his eyes glazing over with lust as he looked at you.

You could hardly keep from laughing. You knew what the boys were talking about. You’d given them a little private show that afternoon, and they were still in a daze. But of course, Mr. Gojo didn’t catch on. He hadn’t been there.

“Well, I’m really glad to hear that you guys like Y/n,” he said. He smiled at you.

“You’re the first nanny they’ve liked.”

“Well, jeez, Dad!” Satoru exclaimed. “The others were all so old and crabby!” Suguru added.

“Yeah, real witches,” Satoru added.

“Y/n’s so nice. She makes me behave, but she never gets mad.”

“Well, young lady,” Mr. Gojo chuckled, “I think I ought to give you a raise.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Mr. Gojo!” You cried. “You pay me too much already!” You marched back into the kitchen, wanting to get away from all that praise before your head swelled. You were glad she was making the Gojo plus Suguru family happy. Apparently it had been rough for Mr. Gojo and Satoru after his wife died. Now, if you could only make yourself happy, things would be perfect. But to do that, you’d have to have Sukuna flown down and chained to your bed.

You left Mr. Gojo alone with the two boys in the evenings. You had your own private room with TV and stereo and VCR. Mr. Gojo made good money, and he was generous. You usually watched TV and went to sleep early, because you had to be up at six to make Mr. Gojo’s breakfast. As you fell asleep that night, you thought again how great it would be to have Sukuna in your bed.

The next morning, after getting Mr. Gojo off to work and setting Satoru to their chores with Suguru helping him, you started cleaning the house. You began with Satoru’s bedroom, and you didn’t get any farther than that because of the shocking discovery you made there. You were turning the mattress when the pile of magazines spilled out onto the floor. You shuffled through the stack and saw that the magazines were all alike, lurid photos of men and women getting it on. Mr. Gojo would have a fit if he knew Satoru was reading things like that.

So what should you do? It was a tough decision. You sympathized a lot with Satoru because he was dying to know about sex and his father wouldn’t let him learn anything. The boy was at an age where he needed to know the facts, but Mr. Gojo was stubbornly trying to keep him a little boy. You didn’t blame Satoru for seeking information any way he could get it. On the other hand, you were his nanny, and you were supposed to carry out his father’s orders. The big order was, no information about sex. You’d seen the magazines, and it was your duty to take them away from Satoru. You sure felt like an idiot doing it, but you had to follow orders.

You decided it would be best to have a little talk with the boy and make him understand your decision. You opened the window and looked out back where the boys were doing yard work.

“Satoru,” you shouted, “Will you come up here, please? I want to talk to you alone.”

“Oh, yeah, Y/n, right away,” he called eagerly.

You felt like an old witch. You wished you’d never seen the dumb magazines. You’d rather forget about them and let the kid go on reading them. He’d probably memorized every page by now anyhow. But you felt that you had to do what his father wanted. Satoru popped into the room and closed the door. His eyes got hot and lusty when he saw his pretty nanny sitting on his bed. You could just imagine the fantasies running through his horny little mind. Then he saw the stack of magazines and turned red as a beet.

“They fell out when I was turning your mattress,” You said. “I think we need to have a little talk.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Satoru sighed, sitting down on the bed next to you. “Just don’t tell my father, please. You can punish me any way you want, but don’t tell him. He’ll kill me.”

“I won’t tell your father,” You said gently.

“But you know I have to take these magazines away from you. And I’d like to know why you have them when you know how much your father would disapprove.” Satoru gave a long loud sigh. “Y/n,” he said, “Do you think it’s normal to forbid a guy in high school to date? Do you think it’s right not to tell him anything about sex?”

“Hey, Satoru, honey, I agree with your father’s incredibly old-fashioned,” You said with a smile. “Believe me, I’m on your side. But he pays my wages. I have to do what he wants.”

“Shit!” Satoru sighed. “I just wish somebody would give me the straight facts about sex!” You could sure relate to that. The boy had a right to know, and he’d be better off if he did know. “Well, maybe I could help you out,” you said. “I guess you know there’s a difference between boys and girls.”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure what it is,” Satoru said.

“Oh, come on, Satoru!” You laughed. “It must be pretty obvious!” Impulsively you rolled up her t-shirt and let him look at your tightly packed see-through bra. You got his full attention. Then you rolled up his t-shirt, and you stared at each other’s chest. That was one obvious difference between boys and girls, and you were sure Satoru wouldn’t forget the lesson. But just to make sure he got it, you unhooked your bra and took it off. Satoru’s mouth fell open. He ogled your luscious big tits and hardly breathed. You were sure he’d never paid this much attention in a normal classroom. Maybe you had talent as a teacher. You let him stare a moment longer before you spoke.

“Got it, Satoru?” she said, smiling.

“Got it,” he said, his voice croaky with lust.

“Okay, let’s check out the other differences between girls and boys,” You said briskly. You were enjoying yourself. You thought you were doing a good job of teaching the boy about sex. You were so uninhibited and liberated that you couldn’t understand his father’s puritanical ideas. You didn’t realize that you were a total revolution to Satoru. You stood up and removed your t-shirt, then your jeans and panties. Satoru gave a low groan as he stared at your beautiful naked body. Then you drew him to his feet and undressed him. He was shaking, and you had a hunch it was due to both shyness and horniness.

“Now look at the big difference,” you said.

Satoru didn’t need to look at his cock. He knew it was there. He just stared and stared at your cute little bush. While he did that, your eyes were on his cock. She liked looking at cocks. Satoru had a nice one, long, almost man-size, and it was hard, too. That got you pretty excited. You fought to keep you cool. You finished the anatomy lesson by lying back on the bed and spreading your legs. You weren’t bashful about it. You felt you were just letting the boy know the facts, the big difference between men and women. Satoru’s eyes got huge as he studied your pretty pink slit and its fine fringe of curls.

“You see the difference?” you asked.

“Oh, yes, ma’am,” he said hoarsely.

His cock got even stiffer. It hugged his belly and began to leak thick globs of cream. You watched that tasty juicy ooze from his piss hole, and you caught yourself drooling. You just loved going down on Sukuna, and it had been so long since you’d tasted cock cream. But you reminded yourself that you were Satoru’s nanny, not his girlfriend. You could teach him the facts of life, but it would be wrong to get it on with him. You just let him look while you tried to control your mounting lust. The sight of his hard young cock was driving you wild.

“Oh, shit, Y/n!” he groaned.

“This is driving me crazy!”

“What do you mean, honey?” you asked.

Satoru laughed bitterly and looked down at his painfully engorged cock. “I mean this,” he said. “Oh, gosh, I guess I should help you out,” You sighed. “After all, I caused it.” You knew what it was like to be achingly horny and not have a partner. You wouldn’t wish that on anybody. You’d made the kid horny, even though you hadn’t intended to, and it was your duty to help him. You reached out and wrapped your fingers around his dick. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned.

“Sit down beside me, honey,” you said.

He sat instantly. You firmed your grip on his rock-hard prick and began pumping it expertly. Sukuna had taught you just how to do it. You started slowly, kind of teasingly, then speeded up. Satoru slumped back onto the bed, panting and groaning.

“Feel good?” his pretty nanny asked. “Shit, yeah!” he croaked. “That’s nice!” You smiled. “I’ll get you off real fast this way.” You were sure of that, but who’d get you off?

You needed to come just as desperately as Satoru. As you worked his juicing cock between your fingers, you wished somebody was playing with your pussy. You felt sizzling juice leaking from your cunt and soaking your fever-hot cunt. You began to wriggle and squirm with need.

“Ahh, fuck, that feels good!” Satoru sighed. His cock was red-hot and throbbing in your fist, and it was juicing heavily. He was very close to coming. That was fine for him, but who was going to relieve his sex-starved nanny?

You were starting to feel pretty desperate. You rubbed your thighs together hard, but that didn’t help. “Satoru,” she panted, “I want you to do something for me. You have to promise not to tell anybody about it.”

“Oh, shit, sure, anything,” he babbled.

You grabbed his hand and pressed his middle finger to your throbbing little clit. You rubbed his finger up and down over the engorged button, showing him what you wanted. It was a technique Sukuna used to get you off, and you just loved it.

“Can you do that for me, honey?” you gurgled. “No problem!” he panted. You let go of his hand and let him solo. To your delight, he caught on fast. He rubbed her swollen clit just the way you showed him, and he was almost as good as Sukuna. You felt hot stabs of pleasure sizzling through your hungry pussy. You soaked his hand with hot cream.

“Mm, yeah, that’s good!” you moaned.

“Keep doing it just like that! Make me cum!”

“Girls get to cum?” Satoru asked in wonder. “Sure, honey, just like guys!” You laughed. “Boy, I'm sure learning a lot,” he said happily. You were happy to teach him. You just hoped he kept his mouth shut about it. You knew his father would just shit if he found out about this. You really shouldn’t have asked the boy to make you cum, but you had to have it. Just this one time, you told yourself. You ground your engorged clit against Satoru's pistoning finger, and you pumped his cock faster in your hot little fist. Satoru was groaning steadily, and his dick bucked and drooled in your fingers. You knew the boy was having the time of his life, his first makeout session with a girl.

Well, you were having a pretty good time yourself. It wasn’t as wild as fucking, but it was nice having a male hand between your legs again. Satoru was doing a really good job on your clit, rubbing it faster and faster. You could have come at any second, but you greedily prolonged the pleasure.

“Mm, Satoru— shit, so good!” You moaned.

“You like it?”

“I never wanta stop!” he gasped.

“I wish we could do this forever, Y/n!”

“Just don’t tell,” you panted. “Oh, I promise!” he cried.

“Shit, I’d be a fool to blow this!” That was what you figured. Satoru would hope for more fun with you, and you’d probably give it to him, so he wouldn’t be ratting on you. You kind of liked the idea of giving the boy a sex education plus getting some fun for yourself. It was perfect, as long as nobody found out about it. “Satoru,” you panted, “Stick your finger in my cunt.” He was quiet for a second, and then he said, “I’d love to, Y/n, but I don’t know where your cunt is.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” you laughed.

You took his middle finger and slid it up your cream-slick cunt. You worked his hand for a second, showing him how to fingerfuck you, then let go. He caught on right away. He pistoned his finger up and down in your spurting, steaming pussy hole, and you rocketed towards orgasm.

“Oh, Satoru, yes!” you whimpered. “Keep doing that! I’m gonna come so good!”

“You and me both!” he groaned.

You didn’t know how he’d held out this long. Probably he was as greedy for pleasure as you were. But you are both near your limit and about to explode. You pumped his cock with lightning speed, and he matched your rhythm with his deeply drilling finger. You felt you body being wracked by massive pleasure spasms.

“Oh, God— fuck ahh!” you howled.

“Fuck, shit—!” Satoru bawled, shooting his load into the air. You worked on each other as you came, making your mutual climax long and delicious. You were still writhing and panting on the bed when they heard loud knocking at the door, then Suguru’s voice.

“Hey,” he called out, “What are you guys doing in there? It’s way past lunchtime.”

“Fantastic,” he said to you after Suguru left with Mr. Gojo to the city. “We’re gonna be alone together for hours.”

“That’s right,” You said sweetly, “And the first thing you get to do is help me so load the dishwasher.” You wasn’t being cold-hearted. You felt as horny as Satoru did, but you wanted him to know that you were the nanny, you were in charge, and you was making the rules. You wasn’t going to play under any other conditions. If you let your young lover run things, he’d screw up for sure. He’d get careless, and his father would catch on. You would be out of a job, with no references. You couldn’t risk that, no matter how horny you were.

So you began by showing Satoru who was boss. You made him help with breakfast cleanup, then ordered him to take out the trash. “Y/n,” he said, “We’re wasting time. We may not be alone again all summer.”

“Satoru,” you said firmly, “We’re doing it my way or not at all. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he sighed, dragging two garbage sacks out the door. You watched him from the kitchen window. He had a nice body, tall, lean and hard, and an especially nice ass. You could hardly wait to get him naked and into bed. You wanted to touch him all over. You were dying to get your hands on a hard male body again.

Was you going to fuck him? You didn’t know, yet. It didn’t seem the right thing for a nanny to do, yet somehow it seemed so natural. You were a very horny young woman, and Satoru was an incredibly horny teenage boy dying for his first girl.

Both of you could do so much for each other. You didn’t get a chance to make up your mind before Satoru returned from taking out the trash. You was through testing him. He knew the rules now, and he’d do it your way. Now that you’ve established that, you was ready to play. You slipped your arms around his neck and kissed him. His whole body shuddered with excitement. His pretty big-titted nanny was sticking her tongue into his mouth and rubbing her luscious firm body against him. Like any perfectly normal teenage boy, he got an instant cock stand. His hard throbbing cock tried to tear its way out of his jeans.

You felt that throbbing boner against your mound, and you gurgled with desire. It had been way too long since you'd had a thickly engorged prick in your famished little cunt. Yes, you just might fuck this kid. You’d make up your mind pretty damned soon. You finally broke the kiss and grinned at him. “I think that got you kind of excited, didn’t it, Satoru?” you asked teasingly. Satoru babbled something, cleared his throat, and tried again.

“Let’s go to my bedroom, baby,” he begged. “We’d be more comfortable there.”

“You’re probably right,” you said.

You followed him to his room and began taking off your clothes. Satoru stood there watching you with hot lust-glazed eyes. He couldn’t stare enough at your pretty body. He breathed louder and louder as you skinned out of your bra and panties. His fly was obscenely tented. “Well, aren’t you gonna get undressed?” you asked him. “Oh, uh, yeah, sure!” he croaked. He fumbled out of his clothes, never taking his eyes off his sexy nanny. You never took your eyes off his cock. You stared hungrily at his tented fly, then the bulge in his jockey shorts, and finally the thrilling sight of his naked cock.

It was steel-hard, thick and long. You ached to feel it thrusting deep and hard into your famished pussy-hole. “Come here, Satoru,” she said huskily. You was patting the bed. Satoru hurried over, his fine young cock wagging stiffly before him and oozing big globs of cream. You lay down on your back, and he threw himself on top of you and kissed you, shoving his tongue deep into your mouth. He was trying to work his way between your legs. You felt his cock bucking and digging against your belly, leaving a trail of hot sticky cream. You realized that your slim hips were working in a helpless frantic fucking motion. You couldn’t deny how badly you needed to fuck. Satoru broke the kiss and stared at you.

“Y/n,” he said hoarsely, “Please let me fuck you.”

“Satoru,” she smiled, “Do you even know what that means?”

“Not exactly,” he said, “But you know I learn fast. Oh, please, baby, please.” Well, you was only human. You really ached to fuck, and you knew how happy you could make this kid if you relieved him of his virginity. You still trusted him not to tell their secret. You didn’t see any reason why they shouldn’t go for all the fun they could get. “Okay, honey,” she said, “I’ll show you how to fuck.”

“Oh, shit, fantastic!” Satoru cried.

You opened your legs and let him slip down between them. You grasped his hard throbbing cock and pressed the swollen head to your slick little cunt mouth. You wedged his cock about an inch inside that velvety wet tunnel, then let go. Darren was shaking with excitement. “Okay, now push!” you moaned. “Oh— fuck, yeah!” he groaned. He pushed steadily into you, cramming your sucking little cunt with iron-hard cockmeat. You clawed at his shoulders and whimpered with bliss. You’d need his cock even worse than you thought. You were creaming buckets, going out of your mind with excitement.

“Oh, Satoru— fuck! yes!” she moaned.

“Keep going, go deeper, as deep as you can! Oh, God, I love it!”

Satoru was groaning steadily as he worked his cock into a hot slippery cunt for the first time in his life. He obviously loved what he was doing and was in no rush about it. But finally his dripping cock head touched your womb, and he was in as deep as he could get. “I think I hit bottom!” he panted.

“Mm, I know you did!” you gurgled. “And it feels just great! You’re not a virgin any more, Satoru! How does it feel?”

“Fantastic,” he chuckled.

“Good,” you said, nuzzling his neck, “But that’s not all there is to fucking. Start moving now. Up and down, yes. A little faster. Good— fuck!” Patiently you coached the innocent kid through his first fuck. She knew her teaching would pay off later. If you taught him right in the beginning, you’d have a super lover all summer long. You taught him to do all the things you liked best, the things that got you most excited. You taught him to start out slowly and sensuously, then speed up gradually. You showed him how to run his stiff shaft up and down over your supersensitive clit, doubling your pleasure.

He was an eager learner, and he was smart. You could see he was going to turn into a fantastic lover. “Ohh, Satoru, you’re doing great!” you gurgled. “Faster now! Ohh— yes! God, just fuck me that way for a while!” Satoru was eager to please. He wanted his cute, hot-cunted nanny to come back for more. He wanted you to be horny for him all summer. He wanted to fuck you till his cock had calluses. So he followed your every order to the letter, fucking you just the way you directed him to.

“Oh, shit, Satoru— that’s perfect!” You whimpered. “I love it, baby, I love it!” Unfortunately there was one thing you couldn’t control, and that was the boy’s boiling lust. He’d held out about as long as a human male could under the circumstances. Satoru himself didn’t realize it, but he was just about a second away from coming. “Oh, fuck!” You gurgled. “Fuck me good and hard, Satoru!”

“Ahh— shit!” You yelled.

“Oh, shit!” Satoru groaned.

He was coming like crazy, hammering a huge load of steaming jism into your womb, and you was only just getting started. You could have wept with frustration. You also could have kicked yourself. You knew from your own high school dating experience that teenage boys were like cocked guns, all set to go off fast. You should have been ready for that.

“Fuck— Y/n!” Satoru groaned.

“Hey, it’s all right,” You said. “We can keep going.” Satoru didn’t mind that idea one bit. He just kept grinding his hips, working his cock around in your searing-hot cuntal depths, and in no time at all his dick was swelling again. It didn’t take much to get him hard, and his sex-hungry nanny turned him on faster than any other female he’d known. “It’s working,” he said happily.

“I know!” You gurgled.

You felt his cock swelling up inside you, stuffing your cunt full, throbbing against every inch of that slick little tunnel. You just loved that feeling. The bigger his cock swelled, the more you creamed and the faster you ground your hips, working your greedy cunt around his meat. Yes, you’d been crazy to think you could go the whole summer without fucking. Maybe it wasn’t right for a nanny to seduce her charge, but it didn’t matter now. Right or wrong, it was done. You weren’t going to turn back, and Satoru sure as hell wasn’t going to accept less from you after this.

Both of you were committed to fucking each other all summer, and that was just great with you. All he had to do was keep the secret from his father and Suguru. The horny young nanny saw no problem with that. You weren’t a bit worried as you pumped your slick hungry cunt around the boy’s rockhard cock. “Fuck— Satoru, so big!” she gurgled. “Fuck me fast, Satoru, don’t be afraid of hurting me! I like it fast!”

Satoru was glad to hear that, because he really wanted to hammer his cock at you. He didn’t feel at all tender or gentle. He wanted to fuck his brains out. So when You gave him those instructions, he snorted with excitement and began to fuck you like crazy. Your bodies slapped together loudly as youfucked right back at him.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it!” she wailed. “Just like that, baby!” You grasped his shoulders and clawed at them. You stuck your tongue in his ear, and you sucked and nibbled at his neck. You were like a crazy woman, and Satour loved it. His first fuck was just fantastic, and that was because he had the perfect teacher. Also he had his second wind and his second hard-on, and he was more in control. At his age he could never be sure how his cock was going to behave, but now he knew he could last long enough for his nanny to get off. He was relaxed yet deeply aroused as he hammered his stiff cock into your soaked and sucking pussy hole.

He watched your lust-contorted face and could hardly believe he was giving this gorgeous girl so much pleasure. You had your eyes squeezed shut, and your teeth were bared in a horny grimace. You were gurgling and moaning, and every time he slammed his dick into you, you creamed sizzling floods.

“Oh, shit, fuck me!” she cried.

“Fuck me forever, Satoru, don’t ever stop!”

That sounded perfect to Satoru. Now that he knew what fucking was all about, he didn’t want to do anything else. He just wanted to hammer his cock into his nanny’s deliciously tight but slippery cunt and listen to her moan with pleasure. He wanted to fuck both of them to exhaustion.

That was what you wanted, too, but you knew it wasn’t possible. Both of you weren’t going to have that much time alone together. If you wanted to cum, you’d better do it now. You began to tighten your cunt, slowly but steadily, increasing the red-hot friction that would take you to climax.

“Oh, wow, your cunt’s getting so tight, baby!” Satoru groaned.

“Yeah, you like that?” you chuckled.

“Fuck, yeah, but you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted.

“We’ll come together,” you promised.

Satoru just kept fucking away like a maniac, pounding it to your tirelessly, and that was what you craved. You needed this long relentless fucking so badly, after two weeks without sex. You lay there gurgling and creaming and enjoying hell out of the boy’s pile-driving cock. But at last you couldn’t keep from coming a second longer.

“Oh, yes, Satoru—!” you screamed.

“Ohh, fuck Satoru, I’m coming, yes—!”

For the first time Satoru felt a woman’s cunt in orgasmic spasms around his cock. He felt the delicious sexy squeezing and sucking and juicing, and it really blew him away. He yelled and began shooting his load into his nanny’s greedy womb.

“Ah, shit, fuck— ah!” he yelled.

“Ohh, yeah, cum on me!” You sobbed.

The horny of your two fucked at each other like animals for long delicious seconds, making the bed creak and groan. But when you finally went still and gasping, you realized you had company. Somebody was striding through the house looking for both of you.

“Satory? Y/n?” Mr. Gojo called.

“Where the hell are you kids?”

482 notes · View notes

pixelnrd · 1 month

Text

One of Heather and Jenny's favourite outings was to visit the night markets in nearby San Myshuno. Heather loved to sample the interesting food on offer, and poke fun at Jenny's face as she tried new things at Heather's behest.

Heather loved talking to the vendors - asking about their experiences, where they got their produce, sampling their offerings - so much that it had got her thinking of a new venture; the next step in her culinary career. One evening as they were eating under the starlight, she put her idea to Jenny.

'What if I started doing a stall,' she proposed. 'With all my own recipes. I wouldn't quit my job, but it would give me a change to take Around the Table to the next level, and actually make my food for people, gauge what it is that they like, run my own show.'

Jenny, to her relief, loved the idea. 'I think that would be amazing,' she gushed. 'Seriously, I mean who knows maybe you'll get discovered? Food stall, restaurant... tv show?' she said with a grin.

Heather was so excited about her new business baby. She began prepping her recipes at home, in her tiny apartment kitchen. Then she brought everything down to the market and opened her very own stall..

#sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #the langston legacy #gen 10 #1990s #heather lenowski #jenny prescott

193 notes · View notes

desperatemeasures-if · 11 months

Text

✶ DEMO (TBA) ✶

It's always the picture-perfect days that end the shittiest...

You had finally been having a good day after a horrible week-- nice weather, good company, and you got your manager off your ass-- but you should have known that was only the calm before the storm. A storm that completely rips apart not only your life but that of your family-- not the ones related by blood, you had given up on them long ago, but the people that had taken you in and given you a home. The Vipers, the most reputable gang in the Northside of Riverwood, and the only family you had left.

The boss is dead... We have no leads.

A single message had completely turned your life on its head. The man that had singlehandedly saved you from yourself, from ending up face down in a gutter, was dead. You don't hesitate in volunteering to help hunt down his killer-- not if it meant protecting your family and avenging his death. Even if it means calling on your biggest rivals for help or getting assisted by an over-eager detective.

Desperate times called for desperate measures...

Desperate Measures is rated 18+ for explicit language, sexual themes, drug and alcohol use, violence, intense interrogations, blood, questionable behavior, and more.

✶ Features ✶ Character Intros (WIP) ✶

Customize your MC: appearance, parts of your personality, segments of your background, hobbies, vices, and more! Do you have what it takes to avenge the death of your mentor? Do you have a nickname that's specific to the Vipers?

While you're investigating make sure you maintain contact with your gang, and don't forget that you have a job. Even if it is just at a shitty cafe.

Romance is definitely something that is offered and will bring insightful moments to characters that may otherwise remain an enigma to you. Or, of course, you can strike up a friendship with them!

Find a killer and either take justice into your own hands, allow someone else to do it, or follow the law!

✶ The ROs ✶

Heather Grant ✶ She/Her ✶ 29 ✶

The Heiress of Riverwood Royalty, the Grant Family, and one of the only people that could offer assistance with the investigation-- with her limitless amount of resources and the fact that the Grant Family seemed to own all of Riverwood. The only problem? She absolutely hates the Vipers. Will you be able to come to some sort of middle ground?

Special Aspects: Enemies-to-Lovers, but will you be able even to blame her for her hatred in the end?

Damien Frost ✶ He/Him ✶ 29 ✶

A recently promoted detective within the RPD. A man that's been assigned the case, either out of pity or malevolence, you aren't quite sure, but Detective Frost isn't one to give up, even when all the odds seem to be stacked against him. In fact, he seems to have a penchant to appear wherever you are, and he doesn't seem to mind at all that he's working alongside criminals. He simply wants to get the crime solved. Is it only because he wishes to prove himself? Or is it something more?

Special Aspects: Law Enforcement Officer with a Gangster... Need I say more?

Stephen/Stephanie Matthews ✶ He/Him or She/Her ✶ 27 ✶

Stephen/Stephanie, or simply Stevie, is someone you know you can count on no matter what. They'd as easily offer you their last beer as they would knife someone in the gut to protect you. Your best friend since you joined the Vipers, being the one that had trained you after your initiation, it's no surprise that they join you on the hunt for the killer.

Special Aspects: Best Friends to Lovers

Gabriel/Gabriella DeLuca ✶ He/Him or She/Her ✶ 28 ✶

The other half of your motley crew within the Vipers. Gabby is known for a multitude of things within the Northside, being a jack of all trades when it comes to their skills, but their true trademark is the sea of broken hearts they've left in their wake. With a disarming smile and devil-may-care attitude, it isn't hard to understand how someone could be pulled into their axis. It's just escaping it unscathed that's the challenge.

Special Aspects: Have the option to be friends with benefits, or simply friends, and see how that could influence the possible romance to come.

Leon/Lena Prince ✶ He/Him or She/Her ✶ 28 ✶

The one person you wouldn't wish to run into within Riverwood-- having completely destroyed your relationship with them; possibly breaking their heart in the process. You haven't heard much about them since you left the Southside, but learning about them taking over the rival gang of the Vipers? Your week just couldn't get any better, could it?

Special Aspects: Exes-to-Rivals-to-Friends-to-Lovers (once more). Will you be able to build back the trust you lost?

#desperate measures #interactive fiction #interactive game #choice script #cog game #hosted game #dashingdon #if wip #no demo

542 notes · View notes

weird-an · 2 months

Text

Of course Prince Harrington is just another brat. Brought up spoiled rotten and without ever touching the dirt and blood the real world outside of palaces and lush gardens has to offer.

"I don't know why my father thinks you have to protect me," he bitches. "And can we call it a fucking day? It's already pretty dark and we'll reach Hawkins tomorrow."

Billy rolls his eyes. As if the Prince is able to fight what lurks behind the trees. He has probably never seen a spider monster or Demodog. Billy has the scars to prove that reality hurts.

It's not his usual work. Escorting royalty.

Billy is a mercenary. A sword you can buy, a tool to use if you've got enough coin. He knows most people hate him or are scared of him, most people think of him as scum except when they need him.

But apparently a lot of the Kingsguard were killed by the Demogorgon. Desperate times, even for rich people, but at least the pay is good.

"C'mon, it's time for dinner," Harrington says again. It's a luxury to have regular meals, but he doesn't know that. For him it's normal.

Camaro neighs as if to agree. What a traitor.

Billy wishes he'd already have enough coin to leave for California, to finally see the ocean again. But no, he's still stuck in Indiana doing whatever contract he can find, after Neil fucked him over and took most of his money.

Camaro stops at a clearing. Billy hears water running nearby. He sighs. If his horse agrees with the Prince, it's probably time to stop.

He slips Camaro half of the carrot, the last piece of food he has on himself. He's getting paid once they arrive in Hawkins. Times are tough, so Camaro and him eat the same shit. Doesn't matter as long as he gets to leave some day.

He starts to make a fire. Doesn't want Harrington to moan about getting cold next.

When the flames begin to shine bright and orange, eating their way through the wood, the darkness of the night is already surrounding them.

Harrington points at the log of wood he's sitting on.

Billy chews on the carrot and stares at the Prince.

"Do you want some cheese?" Harrington asks. He digs through his bag, pulling out different cheeses, a loaf of bread and a few dried meats.

The few noblemen Billy escorted in the past never asked. Never shared. Didn't even talk to him, if it wasn't necessary.

Billy raises a brow. Maybe this is a joke? Like when he was little and Neil showed him his dinner and fed it to the pigs instead to Billy.

"It's r'ly g'd," Harrington says, cheeks already stuffed full. He holds out a piece of bread.

Billy's stomach growls. Fuck it. He takes the bread and sits down next to Harrington. He's wearing expensive fabrics underneath his masterfully crafted coat. Billy's own armor is covered in scratches and dents.

He groans. The bread is delicious. Harrington shares everything with him. The cheese is strong, melting on his tongue. He hasn't realized how hungry he had been.

"Thanks," he mumbles.

"I don't know how you do it," Harrington says. "The whole day on horseback. My ass is so sore! What about yours?"

Billy fights back a laugh. The last time his ass hurt was after a visit to Heather's brothel. She knows his preferences and stayed silent, sending her hottest men to his room whenever he's in town.

"You get used to it." It's not really a lie. The riding Billy got used to. The loneliness? Not really. He's glad he's got Camaro. Better a horse as a friend than none.

"A toast to your firm ass then." Harrington grins at him, eyes twinkling. He hands Billy a wineskin.

He's pretty, Billy thinks. Big brown eyes, fluffy hair. He wonders if it feels as soft as it looks. Probably, with the fancy soap he smells like.

"Cheers." He takes a sip from the wine. It's better not to think about it. This is just a job after all.

Harrington's knee bumps against his. He doesn't move away.

When they lay down on the bedrolls, Billy listens to the cackling fire and watches the stars shining bright above him.

"I'm cold," Harrington groans.

Billy knows he shouldn't. No fucking way the Prince is cold. His blanket must be way better material than Billy's.

"Come over then," he hears himself say.

Harrington doesn't hesitate. Suddenly warm arms are around Billy's chest. The Prince's breath ghosts over his ear.

Billy turns his face around. Harrington's lips are right there, soft and hot against his own.

Maybe it's not the worst job he has ever taken.

#come on guys #prince harrington #i mean #they both know their way around a sword #camaro the horse can you see it #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy #tw food issues #tw child abuse

133 notes · View notes

youaintnothinbuta · 10 months

Note

OKAY SO I WAS THINKING JD X READER WHO HATES HIM AT FIRST BUT ENDS UP FALLING FOR HIM? I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE LOVE YOUR WORK BTW💗

“I didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

Summary: you and Jd are partnered for a school project.

Pairing: reader x jd

Word count: 896

Warnings: fluff, probably spelling mistakes/typos

Request something here !

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

“Get a load of this. I got paired with trench coat kid for our history assignment. Kill me now.” You ranted, joining your best friends in the hallway, walking to the cafeteria.

“Trench coat kid? Ouch.” Jd pretended to be insulted, accidentally bumping into you in the cafeteria. Your friends continued to your table, you glaring at them as they left you with Jd.

“God, why are you so weird?”

Jd flashed a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I prefer fascinating.” he retorted.

You rolled your eyes, "fascinating. How very.”

Undeterred by your dismissive attitude, Jd continued, “Look, I know you don't like me, but we're stuck together for this history project. Can you quit it with the Heather attitude just while we have to work together?”

You sighed, realizing he had a point. As much as you disliked the idea, you were a straight-A student, more or less, and this project wasn’t going to change that. Besides, at the very least, you’ll get to hang around some male company that isn’t Kurt or Ram for once. “Fine,” you grumbled, “but don't expect me to become your new best friend or anything.”

Jd grinned. “Fair enough. Let's meet up at the library after school, and we can start working on the project.”

You gave him one last look, before pushing passed to meet your friends at your table.

***

After the final bell rang, you made your way to the library. Jd was already waiting, sitting at a table near the back. He had his nose buried in a book, seemingly engrossed in its contents.

As you approached, Jd looked up and smiled warmly. “Glad you could make it,” he stood up, pulling out the chair beside him for you. You sat down beside him, slightly surprised by his chivalrous demeanor. “Yeah, well, I'm not one to back down from a challenge,” you replied, earning a small chuckle from Jd.

***

Two days ago you and Jd started your project together, in the library. You spent most of the time making snarky comments at him, however he stayed undiscouraged by your remarks, leaving you with a particular curiosity you’d not felt before. Anyway, the two of you agreed that it’d be better to continue working on it at your house, because you were constantly being shushed by the librarian.

“Where’s your parents?” Jd asked as you walked him though your house, upstairs to your room.

“It’s a Thursday. Their date night. But it’s more like a date afternoon because my mom likes to be in bed by nine thirty.”

“Nine thirty,” Jd, raised an eyebrow, laughing, “wild child.”

“Yeah, I get it from her, can’t you tell?” You joked.

Jd laughed, sitting on the floor, pulling his textbook out his backpack. You sat beside him, taking out the work you two started the other day. Just as you were about to get started, the phone on your bedside table began to ring. You inhaled deeply, waiting for it to ring out.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” Jd asked.

“No. It’s either Heather, Heather, or Heather.”

Jd took a moment to think, “You’re not really one of them, are you?” The way we spoke was gentle. Usually every sentence he speaks contains at least one sarcastic punch, but he was tender with his words this time, something you’d not heard before.

“Well, my name isn’t Heather.”

“You don’t like them, do you, Y/N?”

You shook your head, “I don’t.”

Jd stared at you for a while, you stared back at him, not in a competitive way, just trying to read the others gaze for a moment.

“Why do you do that to yourself? Involve yourself in them, I mean? Why?”

“Well, it’s just like they’re people I work with and our job is being popular and shit. I can’t exactly just say no.” You gave him a small smile, “but it’d be nice to have someone around that wasn’t a mythic bitch.”

Jd laughed softly, “what about McNamara? She seems tolera—“

“Ugh!” You shouted.

“Woah. Forget I said that, Christ.”

Once again, your telephone rang.

“I can’t stand this! Ho-how does someone end up in this situation- I shoved away my real friends for what?” You ranted, on and on, over the sound of the phone, “I use my grand IQ to decide what lip gloss to wear in the morning and how to hit three keggers before—“

Jd shushed you with the first thing that came to mind. A kiss. As his lips gently connected to yours, you were momentarily taken aback. His unexpected gesture silenced your rambling, leaving you both in a state of quiet astonishment.

When he pulled away, you blinked, trying to process what had just happened. The room was filled with an unusual tension, and the air crackled with unspoken words. You looked at Jd, searching for an explanation in his eyes.

Jd's expression mirrored your confusion, but there was a newfound vulnerability there. “I... I didn’t know how else to shut you up,” he stammered. You stared at him, your mind racing. In that instant, you realized that Jd wasn't just your sarcastic and weird project partner anymore. There was something that had been building between you two. Perhaps it was the shared frustrations, the longing for genuine connections, or simply the way he had seen through the facade you put on for the world.

#reader x jd #jd heathers #jd x veronica #jd x you #jd fanfic #jason jd dean #jd x reader #heathers the musical #heathers jd #heathers fluff #heathers #jason dean heathers #jason dean x reader #jason dean #jdronica #jd #veronica sawyer #jd x y/n #y/n x jd

419 notes · View notes

hypnos333 · 3 months

Text

Viziepop

Alastor (Radio Demon) Never going back pt.2 (Synopsis: You were turned to an Angel trapped in heaven trying to go back to your one true love while Alastor was livid and was turning crazy without you)

My Dear (Synopsis: You had a really bad day with another demon at your job but Alastor fixes that.)

Freedom Dreaming

Slowed to Anger (Synopsis: You loved the hotel and yet you risked your life for it)

Carmine (Synopsis: Alastor purposed for you before he made a big mistake with you dying now he won’t make that mistake again)

His little fawns (Synopsis: You yourself is a doe and gave birth to twins with another or more baby’s on the way)

Such a peach (Synopsis: You were a southern belle who was saved by a mysterious guy you didn’t know)

Angel dust Piggy love (Synopsis: A cute pig came up to you with an a guy running to catch it)

Never felt so alone

Pillowtalk (Synopsis: You were a stripper chain to Valentino with Angel Dust as your boyfriend until he breaks your chains on yourself)

Lucifer Morningstar I love you, I miss you (Synopsis: Lucifer been neglecting you and it was getting to you)

Left her behind (Synopsis: Lucifer left you behind to rule hell and have lilith so you were behind cleaning up your broken piece) -Regular Ending -Alternate Ending

Like father like daughter (Synopsis: Your dad left you young now you left him) -The beginning

More than Anything (Synopsis: You were just a baby with weird shapes on your cheek and having no one Lucifer took you in while depressed until it got really bad so Charlie and Vaggie started taking care of you)

Imbalance (Synopsis: After getting betrayed you meant someone who wasn’t an obsession and was actually pure love)

Vox Freedom Dreaming

Open up Heather

Adam The garden of eden (Synopsis: You were in the garden alone growing flowers until Adam came and fell in love with you first sight)

Fizzarolli x Asmodeus Sloth + Lust = Fizz (Synopsis: Fizzarolli and Asmodeus purposed to you but only Asmodeus can announce his proposal and Fizz is irritated about it)

Velvette Good days (Synopsis: You were a model and also Velvettes anchor for being so calm all the time)

Biltzo

147 notes · View notes

half-oz-eddie · 3 months

Text

Imagine Heather blocking the Karen and Billy interaction

She asks Karen impolitely to stop distracting the lifeguard while he's on duty, then waits for her to walk away.

Billy scoffs, chuckling a bit. "Jealous, Heather?"

"Please, you're hardly my type. But you haven't even lived in this town a whole year. Do you really wanna get caught up in a cheating scandal with Karen fuckin' wheeler?" She questions, popping her gum.

He cocks his head, shooting her that mischievous smirk of his. " I don't mind shaking this boring ass town up a little. If the woman wants to engage in some...extracurricular activities, who am I to say no?"

Heather answers him with a dramatic eye-roll. "Luckily I'm here to say no for you. Now keep your eye on the pool. Maybe we can go to Scoops later if you behave yourself."

"O—"

"Before you even say anything, no! It's not a date!" She points a finger. "The person I'm into works at Scoops."

Billy laughs obnoxiously. "Oh, god, don't tell me you're into Harrington, of all people."

"Ew, no. He's more your type."

Billy's little smile fades in an instant. "He's—no!"

Heather grins at him. "Look at you! You've always got a line for everything, but the moment I say Steve's your type, you get all flustered."

"No, it's—"

"Shut uuup. You've been clinging to that stupid high school rivalry for too long. You won't shut up about him anytime someone brings him up. You're obsessed. Maybe in love, even."

"Don't take it that far!" Billy argues.

"Just do your job, okay? You know Ellen's got one foot out the door here, so don't get in trouble." She waves before walking off.

Billy stands by the pool, clenching his fists, wondering to himself how the hell he let Heather call him out like that.

Maybe she's right, he thinks...

#and billy won't get flayed yay #because he won't go to meet karen's funky ass #billy hargrove #heather holloway #steve harrington #harringrove #buckleway #ivy.doc

142 notes · View notes

the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 2 years

Text

#335

“Hey Jay! Heather is not here. She’s with her mother shopping for a dress for her cousin’s wedding. She’ll be gone for the day…. Where are you going?... No, no. Have a seat. There’s a beer in the cooler behind you. You have any place to be?... Good. Kick back. We need to have a talk….

“You have been Heather’s friend since high school. You have helped her with her schooling, and I’m appreciative. You are the only boy we ever allowed her to be alone with in her room. Look, we know you are cock sucking fag, so she’s not going to be taken advantage. Besides, her room is adjacent to my bathroom, and I can hear things at time. All you two do is giggle when you are together. Fine.

“But recently she’s been feeling awkward having you here. Last week she asked me to wear clothes that don’t produce a bulge. It was weird for her and me. I asked her why, and she said that her fag friend can’t stop asking her about it. I told her that I would talk to you directly, man to man. Haha. Right. She arranged for you to come here while she’s off with my wife. Don’t worry my wife doesn’t know.

“You look shocked, like a deer in headlights. I don’t even need to ask you if it’s true. I can see it in your face, especially the fact that you haven’t stopped staring at it since you got here.

“You ain’t the first fag that has been transfixed by my dick. I’ve dealt with this all my life, in the gym, at the beach… hell anywhere. This has got to stop. Seriously, I do not want my daughter feeling weird over my dick. Going forward, shut the fuck up about it. I don’t want to have this conversation with you again. You got that? Are we good?... Speak!... Good.

“It’s settled. I’m glad we could have this talk and that we have an understanding…. Where are you going? Sit your faggot ass back down. We are not done.

“I want to know what questions you asked her. What information did you need to know?... Again, you are at a loss for words. Well, the one questions I overheard you ask from my bathroom was how big I am. Let me tell you, I am eight and a half inches long, by eight inches around. It’s very fat. Right now, it’s very soft, nestled in my heavy ball sack.

“What’s your next question? You have to have more…. SPEAK!... Haha. Thought you would respond to a command from authority…. I am uncut….

“Next question?... I saw that. I saw you lick your lips. If your next question, ‘Can I see it?’ The answer will be ‘No.’

“I have questions of my own. Depending how you answer them, I may show you my hog. How long have you been a faggot?... It appears you don’t like me using that word. I can read your face like a book. No self-respecting gay man would ask a daughter about her father’s cock, but a faggot would. So, you’ve known for your life? Thought so.

“How tiny is your wang? Look, next to me, every pecker is tiny. But you show no bulge, so even compared to average men, I bet you are smaller than them…. Five inches? I got to see this. Take off your clothes. You see me wearing only a swimsuit. If we are going to be comparing dick sizes, you need to be dressed the same, or less.

“Thought that would get your attention…. Omg. That’s not the smallest cock I have ever seen, but it is small. You’re a bottom, so what’s the point to your prick? Look, I have always attracted the eyes of faggots all my life. Hell, I show a bulge in shorts, and they swarm me.

“Now that you are naked, kneel between my legs. Grope me. There you go faggot. I’m giving you jack off material for years to come.

“I know the minds of faggots like you. I’ve used them all my life. Most women can’t handle my dick; they don’t know what to do. A faggot does. Do you know how to handle a cock this size?

“Oh you say that now. Let me say this. If your mouth can’t handle it, your cunt will. I will get rough if I need to. I am not going to go through all the trouble to settle for a hand job. You know I am fucking huge. This is the time to back out…. OK! I want you to say that you know that after this point you cannot back out….

“Good. Pull down my swimsuit for me…. Told you it was fucking huge. Stick it in your mouth and go to the root faggot while it is still soft. Struggle to take it. Fuck! This is so not working. Let’s go into the workshop in the garage. Your cunt is going to take over for your mouth. Bring my swimsuit.

“It’s over here. Bend over the workbench with your cunt in the air. Put your hands behind your back…. There! Didn’t expect that hunh? Bitch I grew up on a ranch. I did rodeo. I know how to quicky tie up limbs…. Your legs too. Now that hole is perfect for a solid pounding.

“Open your mouth. My swimsuit will muffle any screams. I didn’t go for a swim yet. So you should be tasting my all day leak. I have been thinking all day about raping your cunt. Yeah, I had this planned out. Knowing your obsession with my cock, it was inevitable.

“Feel the weight of it. It’s not just heavy, it’s mammoth. As I lie on your back, my weight will hold you in place. Lift your head….

“With my arm sliding under your neck, let me tell you your predicament. You are bound in place with a two hundred forty-pound man lying on top of you. You are not going anywhere. You have committed to taking my very fat cock in your cunt. It’s going to fucking hurt. Hell, it’s going to destroy you. If you resist too much, my bicep and forearm will constrict around your neck to the point of you losing consciousness. When that happens, your hole will open up really good. I would still keep fucking.

“I would prefer to keep you aware and awake as I want to hear your muffled screams. I want to hear your suffering. With my wife and daughter gone for the day, I will be able to rape this hole over and over and over and then send you home with one hell of a gape. And if you are like any other faggot I have cunted, you will be back for more.

“As you can feel, I am now rock hard with my piss slit lined up with your cunt hole. You ready? If not, I don’t care. It’s coming in… NOW! Scream faggot scream!”

2K notes · View notes

bvtbxtch · 3 months

Text

Stephen | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

“You’re my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession.”

Summary: 5 years since graduation, 5 years since you ran your way through Hawkins High, leaving boys in your wake…. Except one. Steve Harrington, apparent untouchable due to his infatuation with Nancy Wheeler. What happens when you see a worn out, former heartthrob with his fizzled high school flame stuck to him? Unhappy, feeling unloved and in a bind, you thought Steve could be the conquest of the night… or so you thought.

Pairings: King!Steve (Kinda) x Toxic!Fem!Reader

Content warnings: smut, angst, fluff. Non canon au. Steve and Nancy are together from Steve’s senior year to the time of the story. Cheating (emotional and sexual), p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), Reader defs isn’t a girls girl but I couldn’t help it, alcohol consumption, one night stands, stealing, public sex. This is definitely 18+ MDNI!!!!!

WC:

A/N: Hi babies I have returned with something a little bit different from my little hiatus and am super excited to try something new! This fic is inspired by the song Stephen by Ke$sha! I hope you like it!! I love you all!

The pounding in your head mirrored that in your heart as you remembered the burn of alcohol down your throat from last night. Your makeup had been smudged off onto your pillow, some still remaining on your swollen, hungover face. The day after drinking anxiety had reared its head, but a wave of nerves hit you like a ton of bricks when a vision of you writing your phone number on Steve Harrington’s arm - more or less in front of his girlfriend - faded into view.

You cupped your hands over your face and your shoulders shook. You couldn’t help but giggle at the picture of her porcelain face twisted into a bout of jealous rage. You could fully admit to yourself that you lived on the side of delusion, but there was a piece of you that wholeheartedly believed that your former king of Hawkins High would call you.

And yet, you sat and stared at the phone perched silently on your nightstand while you nursed your hangover all day. The bright afternoon light evolved into an evening glow and still you hadn’t heard the shrill ring. You put on records and VCRs. You flicked through magazines and tried to pick up the new Danielle Steele book you had pocketed from the bookstore on main street. But the soundtrack of your thoughts was the hope that the telephone would ring and that you would hear a smooth baritone voice calling you. You fought to keep your eyes open while the blue light of your TV laughed back at you. You finally surrendered to the sleep your body had been pleading for, the blur of the night previous finally making itself clear in your dreams…

The music at the dive bar had been blaring. You were on your upteenth drink courtesy of Eddie Munson. The first time you had come to the Hideout it was your senior year, freshly 18 and ready for an adventure. You had snuck in with a fake ID and eyed up the curly haired 21 year old behind the bar. His eyes had been glued on you since you had walked in. Well, you worked your charm and lo and behold, Eddie had you bent over the chipped porcelain sink in the staff bathroom. After the orgasm you gave him, he knew he would owe you for a while - and free drinks you received ever since. You flashed him a wink as you downed the third tequila shot of the night. Your plump glossed lips twisted into a smile after looking at the winces of Heather and Chrissy. The three of you had moved a half an hour outside of Hawkins to the bigg(er) city of Indianapolis, but you felt the need to parade your luxurious city life to the hasbeen jocks of Hawkins High that frequent the only legit bar in town. You couldn't count on both hands the number of guys you had toyed with that now loitered around the musty pool tables and bar tops. By the time you graduated and got a job, you thought of yourself as a big fish in a small pond. You were ready to break big city hearts and leave the lame Hawkins lifers behind. That couldn’t be you. But there was always one that got away - one that you hated to admit was one guy that scared you, solely because you would let him domesticate you if he asked.

The girls beside you let out a small woo as another shot was sent your way, this time courtesy of Jason Carver who had fastened himself a seat on the other side of the bar with yet another Hawkins Hasbeen, Andy Robinson. You raised the small glass to your lips with a devilish smile across the bar. Jason still had his abs like he did when you graduated. Owning the small weightlifting gym on the outskirts of town had its perks, you guess. You looked at Chrissy and rolled your eyes with a snicker as the burning liquid slid down your throat. At least if you didn’t get lucky with someone else tonight, he would be there and more than willing to give you a half assed orgasm in the back seat of his beat up jeep cherokee - better than ending the night alone in your books (and probably his). You scrunched your eyes closed and a flash of stars lit up the darkness behind your eyes. You opened them to blurry vision, the feelings in your fingers were being replaced with warm fuzz. You knew that if you were to get off your barstool your knees would raise hell. You let out a euphoric giggle. This is just what you needed.

You heard a small “well, well, well,” slur out of Heather’s bowed lips as two new figures emerged through the metallic doors of the bar. “Surprised to see Harrington out here. Isn’t his past his bedtime? You know I remember…” Heather’s voice faded away as you honed in your focus to the pair at the door.

Nancy Wheeler - her obnoxious perm and housewife dresses… You couldn’t help but hate her. She was everything you weren’t: safe, boring, square. Her manicured hand rested in a much larger hand, and that hand was attached to toned arms in a light cotton crewneck. You couldn’t help but feel the saliva pool in your mouth. Nancy looked up to her beautiful brunette with her stupid doe eyes and he flashed her a small cautious smile. They stuck out like sore thumbs. She didn’t belong here, but Steve Harrington was too good looking to be in this shitty bar. It’s like your friends could read your mind. Chrissy pinched you in the side and Heather let out a childish giggle.

“Don’t even think about it, Y/L/N. Nancy’s had him on lock since, like, junior year.” You were well aware.

“Don’t even worry about it. I’ll be smart…” You challenged. Your friends were very aware of your determination. If you wanted something, you got it. And Steve Harrington was on the menu. You watched the handsome couple stalk to one of the tall bar tables across the room from your seats. Steve’s eyes locked with yours and you licked your lips. No matter how hard he tried, like a magnet, your gaze kept him locked on you. The man felt a tug on his arm as Nancy shuffled him to the table. As their conversation lulled on, you couldn’t help but attract Steve’s eyes again. You waved your arm to Eddie for another shot.

“I think it’s time to have some water, doll” the mophead behind cooed. For the first time tonight you ruffled through your purse to find a folded 20 dollar bill. You placed it in the hem of your bustier and flashed your sultry eyes at Eddie.

“You want a tip or not, Munson? I think I have already shown you how much I appreciate your customer service.” The man’s cheeks grew flushed as he grabbed the bill out of your chest with nimble fingers - hoping that his hands didn’t slip. Another tiny glass full of liquid in front of you. Before you put it to your mouth, you raised your eyes to Steve, his mouth slightly agape, having seen the performance you had just put on at the bar. You raised the shot glass to him in salute, he blushed and turned his eyes back to his girlfriend. God, his fucking girlfriend.

He watched your neck tilt back as the burning liquid slid down your throat. He had to stifle a small chuckle at your scrunched face at the reaction to your shot. Steve always thought you were effortlessly beautiful. But you were dangerous. A junior when he was a senior, he knew about the boys you had left in your wake. He made sure to stay away, betrothed to the girl sitting across from him at the bar. He sighed a choked breath of relief when Nancy coldly told him she was going to the bathroom then to get them some drinks. He let his shoulders shrug and rearranged his pants, which were a bit tighter than when he walked in. He wasn’t left in his silence for long. His shoulders shifted back up to his ears and his cheeks grew hot when he saw you saunter from the bar in his direction. His heart was in his throat and beating harder than ever. What the fuck was happening to him?

Your moment to strike happened when you saw Nancy’s pleated dress slither out of her barstool and towards the bathroom. You mirrored her and pushed your wobbling legs one in front of the other. You carried two glasses of brown liquor with you. Your face was calm and cool, but your hands were shaking as you crossed the dingy hardwood over to a beautiful head of hair.

“So, what is King Steve doing in a place like this?” You didn’t dare take Nancy Wheeler’s spot. You wouldn’t want to be compared to the likes. You leaned your torso over the table, edging closer to the man than you would be on a stool. You preferred it that way, and you had a sense that Steve does as well.

“I could ask the same thing to you, Y/N.” He mumbled, but you can tell his confidence was growing. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Who told you I’m a nice girl?” You purred. “You looked thirsty over here, and I thought, since you’re in my domain, I could show you some hospitality.” You slid the drink over to him with a black painted fingernail and picked yours up and stirred it suggestively.

“Bottoms up then.” Steve grabbed the glass and clinked it to yours. Your heart stopped as you watched the beautiful man’s neck strain upwards to take his drink in one gulp. It took all of the drunken strength you could muster to not sink your teeth into his strong neck. His Adams apple bobbed in strain and the liquor made his cheeks bloom a darker red than they already were. You sipped half of your drink, desperate to relieve some of the tension running through your body, but you felt like you would completely crumble if you downed it all in one go.

“So.. you and Nancy… That’s pretty… serious?” You couldn’t help the venom that seethed out of your lips. Steve cleared his throat and stared into the bottom of his empty glass. He shrugged his shoulders. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Trouble in paradise, King Steve?” you jest.

“Nah, It’s just… it's been a few years I guess.” Steve’s voice was cold. You sighed audibly. The alcohol and the pure lust was getting to you, and you could barely contain yourself.

“Too bad… the word on the street is I could treat you much better.” You could barely bring yourself to look into his eyes, but when you did, you were met with an intense stare. You couldn’t read all of the emotions behind his eyes, but it made your core quiver.

“Word on the street is you know how to treat a lot of people.” Steve scoffed. His defenses were up. Why in the world were you coming to him now? He had always stolen looks at you. He knew how magnetic you were. He wished he knew you in high school. Maybe then he wouldn’t be stuck working at his dad’s law firm. With a girlfriend who he felt stuck with; no sense of adventure, no true love in sight. But then you sauntered up to him and made his heart believe in life again.

“Well you aren’t wrong. But I only have eyes for one right now.” You winked.

“Wish we could have had this conversation three years ago…” Steve whispered, hoping that you didn’t hear him. You were delectable, and laid out in front of him; and he knows that if he were to have a few more drinks, he would have forgotten all about the girl that he had come here with - his… girlfriend. Fuck, his girlfriend. You flashed him a pout and a disappointed smile. You had him eating right out of your hand.

“Well… Let me give you this.” You pulled out a sharpie from your purse and pulled his wrist towards you, pulling up his sweater sleeve. You began to scribble your phone number onto his olive skin. You had to breathe slowly to keep yourself from shaking. “Call me tomorrow if you want to pretend it was three years ago.” A look of need flashed on your face. You had been absorbed by Steve Harrington. It had felt like all of the bar had disappeared and it was just the two of you. Steve could feel that too, he had you right where he wanted you, totally absorbed and infatuated. You couldn’t help but think of Nancy and it made you shiver. You couldn’t have her invade this. Fuck his stupid girlfriend. You were determined to make Steve Harrington yours.

The two of you stayed transfixed on each other for a moment more. Steve fixed his gaze between your face and the new ink that you had given him. He wanted to nurture it like it was a real tattoo. You couldn’t help but take mental pictures of Steve’s face, so you could imagine whatever meathead you ended up taking home that night was him. You wondered what he would look like underneath you, gasping and panting for breath. What his skin would taste like: sweaty and sweet and musky. You wished that you could take his fingers and put them in your mouth right now. You were thirsty, parched for his lips on yours. You wanted to show him what you looked like underneath him, you wanted him to hear you moan his name. You wanted to fuck his brains out, the way you knew Nancy “White Bread” Wheeler doesn’t. You were connected, and it scared you because for the first time in forever, you wanted to fuck, but you also wanted him to hold you, to tell you that you’re beautiful. You wanted him to hold your hand and buy you flowers and take you out. You wanted to cook for him and play with his hair and rub his back.

You were torn from your world when you heard a small ‘ahem’ from behind you. Steve quickly adjusted his posture and pulled his sweater sleeve over his new love mark. You stood up straight and turned to see the frizzy haired brunette tapping her pleather pumps at you… tacky, you thought.

“Can I help you with something?” She peeped. “Or is there another reason why you’re over here talking to my boyfriend?” Nancy’s angry eyes flicked between the two of you and her brow was furrowed. Your gaze had hardened and you couldn’t help but chuckle; she looked like a toddler and an old woman at the same time. Steve’s cheeks remained a rosy pink. He had found whatever was on the floor oddly interesting. You took a step towards the girl.

“Nothing at all, darling. Just thought I would say hello to an old friend and grab him a drink.” You breezed past her, knocking her lightly on the shoulder.

“See you around, Harrington.” You sang behind you. You couldn’t see her anymore, but you assumed that if looks could kill, you would be on the floor. You strutted back to Chrissy and Heather and slumped back to your stool. You exchanged mischievous glances with the girls, and then turned proudly to Eddie, who was flashing you a disappointed look. A victory for you, a loss for Nancy Wheeler - or at least you hoped.

Steve continued to stare at the ground while Nancy eyed him suspiciously.

“What the hell did she want, Steve?” she pried. Steve huffed before looking up at her. Her eyes didn’t glimmer at him like yours did.

“She just came over to say hi…. I hadn’t seen her since Senior year.”

“Did you even talk to her senior year? You know the reputation she has…I don’t like her, and I don’t like her talking to you, Steve,” within the past year, he had thought of Nancy more like his mother than his girlfriend. He had been growing more and more confused lately. The love seemed to be lacking and he had caught himself wondering what his life would be like if he left it all behind, left her behind and started over. You made the idea of abandonment way more appealing. He felt himself growing unreasonably angry with the blue eyed girl sitting across the bar from her. He needed to defend you. You were the only thing on his mind.

“Who the hell cares, Nancy? What do you think that she was going to do? Fucking make out with me in front of everyone? She asked how we were doing. She asked about you and me. Chill out and have fun or let’s just get out of here.” He scowled. Nancy was taken aback and slid a chilled PBR across the table to Steve with a scoff. She drank her vodka cran in silence. Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to your figure laughing and smiling with your friends. He wanted to laugh with you. He downed his drink, took Nancy's hand silently and pulled her towards the door. She had a permanent frown on her face as Steve pushed her through the door. Before his body disappeared from the door, he took one more glimpse at you. Your eyes locked one last time and you sent him a wave as he disappeared into the Hawkins night. If he couldn’t have you, he’d fuck Nancy until he forgot about you.

It was 3 am and your body literally couldn’t peel itself off of the plastic bar stool. Chrissy and Heather had gone home with Jason and Andy - your appetite spoiled when you watched the only person you wanted to be with leave the bar without you. You heard the stomps of old reeboks and the jingle of keys come up behind you. The lights had suddenly gone out.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get you home okay?” Eddie pulled you off the stool and wrapped your arm around his shoulder.

“Can you stay over, Teddie?”

“Not this time, honey. You need sleep and you need water. You aren’t thinking straight.”

You pouted quietly, but you decided to finally take no for an answer. The thought of sinking into your bed and hoping - praying - that Steve would call you.

Steve had pulled Nancy into his bedroom of his parents’ empty house. He feverishly pulled at Nancy’s belt as she fumbled with the zipper at the side of her dress. Steve’s mouth didn’t leave her skin, and his eyes remained shut, save to navigate himself around his house. A flurry of clothes, soft sighs and sweaty skin. Steve had only had two drinks, but he felt drunk thinking of your encounter at the bar. He pressed his eyes closed as he mouthed at Nancy’s chest, wishing it was yours. He slid down her torso pondering what sounds you would make if he was kissing towards your sweet center. He pulled Nancy’s panties to the side and swiped his tongue along her heat, thinking about how delicious you would taste. He then flipped Nancy over on all fours and slid into her with a grunt. He couldn’t stand to look at her, wishing her body was yours, wishing her sounds were yours, wanting to hold you in his arms after. Steve finished quickly, his perversions towards you spurring him on.

The couple collapsed into Steve’s king bed. Nancy traced small circles on his chest while they caught their breath. Steve felt satiated, his hunger for you ebbed, for now.

“Steve! What’s on your arm?” Nancy yelped. Steve’s heart dropped into his chest. He frantically turned himself away from his girlfriend. Nancy’s small hands grabbed Steve’s shoulder to turn him back to her. Her nails drug down to the tattoo you had given her boyfriend and her face began to heat up.

“What the fuck is this, Steve?”

Taglist: @eddies-acousticguitar @mmunson86 @sadbitchfangirl @hideoutside @anxiousobserver @ali-r3n @brinleighsstuff @@filth-fiction-archive @vintagehellfire @kirstinjayjay @poofyloofy @sluggzillaa @aol19 @dark-angel-is-back @keikoraven @emxxblog @adrenalineeerevolver @crybabyddl @lovemegood @cherry-pop3547 @cozmiccass @leelei1980 @trixyvixx @skylar-ish-meh @harrysgothicbitch @emsgoodthinkin @micheledawn1975 @wendyfaw @thehuntresswolf @darknesseddiem If you would like to be included in my taglist, please fill out this form and consider following!

107 notes · View notes

punkshort · 9 months

Text

Chapter One

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak

AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

April 2003

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, as the subway lurched forward, catching you off guard.

Today was the first day of your new job at a big-time construction company in downtown Manhattan. You had just moved to NYC a couple months ago, and this job was the first place that made you a reasonable offer. You were beginning to work through the last of your savings and getting sick of bumming it on your old college dormmate’s couch, so you eagerly accepted the position. The last thing you wanted to do was ask your parents for money – they were already so worried about you living in New York and working in Manhattan.

You thought back to when you called your mom and dad to tell them you finally got a job offer, so excited to tell them you could get your very own place if it all worked out.

“But Baby, don’t you think it’s a little dangerous working down there after what happened?” your mom had begged on the phone.

"Mom, please don’t worry, this building is nowhere near as big, this one only has 10 floors, I promise I will be ok,” you pleaded, hoping she won’t guilt trip you into moving back to the suburbs of Chicago.

You had always been a quiet, shy, studious type. Your parents always joked you would live with them til you were 40, never one to party or do anything bad. Needless to say, when you announced after graduation you wanted to move to New York, your whole family was stunned. You were pretty sure they expected you to chicken out, or move back home after a month, but you had a dream and you were determined.

Suddenly, the tinny voice over the subway speaker broke into your reverie, announcing your stop. You filed out of the packed car with loads of others who look like they were all going to similar corporate jobs. You tugged anxiously on the sleeve of your blazer as you made your way up the stairs and out onto the street. The crisp spring air that hit your face was a welcome change to the stuffy, overpacked subway car you had just left.

Lucky for you, Miller & Miller Contracting, Inc. was a mere 3 blocks from the subway. Your heels clicked loudly in your ears as you approached the building with ten minutes to spare. Relief began to wash over you a bit when you realized you planned the commute perfectly. You hated being late.

You pushed the door open into the lobby, approaching a large desk with two receptionists. Both were talking animatedly on their headsets and transferring calls. Patiently waiting for one of them to be available, you casually glanced around the lobby to avoid looking as nervous as you felt. The lobby itself was beautiful: it was completely open all the way to the top floor, with the glass elevator shaft behind the reception desk. The front of the building also was all glass, so that it afforded a beautiful view as the elevator took you up to your destination.

“Can I help you?” one of the receptionists called out. She had curly, short blonde hair, thin, and was impeccably dressed.

"Yes! I’m sorry, yes, it’s my first day in accounting. I am supposed to be meeting Heather, my name is –“ the receptionist cut you off, guessing your name before you could even finish your sentence. You confirmed who you were, and she got up to come around the desk.

"I’m taking the newbie upstairs to accounting, I’ll be right back, need anything?” she called back over her shoulder to her long haired, brunette cohort.

The slightly older receptionist shook her head in acknowledgment, still listening to whoever was on the other end of the phone call.

The receptionist who greeted you smiled and stuck out her hand.

"I’m Maggie, it’s nice to meet you. Come around to the elevator, I’ll take you up to Heather.”

She led you around the back of her desk to the elevator bank, her curly hair bobbed as her heels clicked on the dark tile floor. She began rattling off questions and information, no doubt a side effect of her job, and possibly caffeine, as you waited next to her for the elevator to arrive.

"How old are you? Are you from New York? Do you know anyone who works here? I’m always so excited when someone new joins, sorry if I’m making you nervous! It’s a fun place to work, it really is, there’s a lot of great people here. I know your position can be a tough one, so please give it a chance, I swear it’s worth it.” She paused for a minute, realizing she might be scaring you off, as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

“Uhhh,” you stammered, trying to absorb the last bit of information without looking concerned, and stepped into the empty car. Maggie stabbed the button for the 6th floor as you replied.

"I’m 25, it’s my first ‘real’ job out of college, I just mainly had internships before now, and they hardly paid much. I’m glad I can finally stop couch surfing. I am from a small town outside Chicago, I went to school there and I’ve always wanted to live in New York. My old college roommate already lived here, so I decided to give it a shot,” you paused for a moment as Maggie nodded along eagerly with your story. You frowned slightly.

"I’m sorry, what did you mean when you said-" Right then, the elevator doors pinged to floor 6, opening up to an empty hallway.

“OK we’re here! Follow me!” Maggie cut you off, and whisked you down the hallway, which took you to an open floorplan filled with cubes upon cubes of bustling employees. Some were chatting between their desks, others were hurriedly talking on the phone, and some mindlessly scrolling on their computers.

Maggie led you to the back wall, which consisted mostly of offices, and what looked to be conference rooms in one end. She turned left as you rushed to keep up while trying to absorb your surroundings. You nearly smacked into her when she came to an abrupt stop in front of a partially open office door. She knocked gently, smiling at the person inside.

“Good morning, Heather! I have your new hire here,” she gestured towards you and waved you over. There sat Heather, your new boss, who you had only met when you interviewed with her and HR. Her mid length dirty blonde hair was perfectly in place, bangs framing her face, just like the day you met. She was probably about 15 years older than you, but she looked like she could pass for around your age. She was very trim, wearing a form fitting black dress with strappy sandals, and her makeup looked impeccable. If it wasn’t for the old fashioned hair style, she could pass for around 30.

You stepped into Heather’s office, which you hadn’t seen when you interviewed with her a couple weeks back. It was small, but it had a decent view, which was to Heather’s back as she stood from her desk to greet you warmly by your name and thank you for being so punctual. She glanced behind you at Maggie and thanked her for showing you up, effectively dismissing her. You turned back to wave your thanks to Maggie, but she was already gone, heels echoing down the hallway back towards the elevator.

“Alright! Follow me, I will take you to the rest of the department and introduce you to everyone,” she motioned for you to follow her out of her office. Being the Controller, she had her own personal space away from the rest of the group, which you found was not too far away from her office. Heather led you back the way you came but kept going straight along the wall of offices, talking to you over her shoulder as she walked.

"I hope you made it in OK, I’m so glad the sun is out this morning! I was getting sick of all that rain, this weekend was such a drag with all the dreary weather.” You hummed your agreement and assured her you made it in just fine, not letting it be known you were overanalyzing your commute all weekend long.

Heather stopped at the corner of the floor, punched a personalized code into a keypad next to a door and opened it. You had initially thought it could be a conference room, but in fact it turned out to be a decently sized room filled with cubes, some filing cabinets, and a small safe. You glanced around at the room of about ten employees hard at work, heads mostly down or on the phone. Two girls around your age who were seated next to each other in the corner of the room quickly quieted down their chatter, and looked in your direction when you walked in. You gave a shy smile towards them as Heather addressed the department.

“Good morning gang, this is our new Accounts Receivables Specialist,” she turned towards you, announcing your name to the group. “Please make her feel welcome, if you don’t mind showing her around where the bathrooms and coffee are, I would appreciate it. I have a meeting this morning with the big guy I need to get ready for, I’m sorry I couldn’t do it myself.” She turned back to you apologetically.

"We have a great, tightknit team here, they'll show you the ropes. This is your desk,” she led you over near the corner of the room where the two girls had been chatting. “I already stocked it with some paper and pens, but we do have a supply closet on this floor if you need anything else, and Colleen is going to be your trainer.”

She motioned over to one of the two chatty girls, who bounced over with a smile and an outstretched hand. You shook it, reintroducing yourself warmly as Heather made her exit.

"Again, sorry guys, I have a meeting with Joel, and you know how he is.” She rolled her eyes, and she was met with some chuckles and a couple looks of sympathy. Heather gave you a final wave and a promise to return around lunchtime to check in, and left through the same door you came in, with it locking shut behind her.

Colleen must have been around your age, her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, and she had curious, bright blue eyes. She was wearing a business casual, knee length, light pink dress that was perfect for the beautiful spring day. You felt a bit out of place in your navy blazer and matching navy dress pants, but you wanted to look your most professional on your first day.

Colleen began to explain you will be shadowing her for the morning, getting you used to the software system they used, how to look up accounts, and where important files are stored. You learned Colleen was working in Accounts Payables, opposite your job. You realized the two of you will be working closely together, and connected the dots on why Heather chose her to train you, vaguely wondering who had your position prior.

As you pulled your rolling chair up to her desk to observe, notepad and pen in hand, you coolly questioned who Joel was, and what the reaction was all about. Colleen seemed the type that liked to gossip more than work, and she excitedly settled in to explain all the office politics to you.

“OK, so, Joel and Tommy run the company, they are brothers – Miller & Miller, get it?” she began, smiling brightly at you. “Tommy is SO much nicer than Joel, he is the one who schmoozes all of the new clients and signs all the new business. Joel is, well…” she trailed off, hands flailing gently, searching for an appropriate word to describe the head of the company without scaring off a new hire. “He can be challenging to work with sometimes, but don’t worry, you won’t have to work with him one-on-one. We have monthly meetings with him as a department, it’s a lot easier to handle him as a group, most of the time.”

“How do you mean, ‘challenging’?” you pressed, leaning forward, hoping to learn more about what you were getting into, not that you had much of a choice if you wanted to continue to live in the city. “Do you mean he just asks a lot of questions, or…?” Colleen picked up where you left off.

He’s mean,” she stated bluntly, smile faltering slightly. “He has made employees cry before, and he has caused people to quit on the spot during his meetings. He’s tough, but he’s the guy who goes to the job sites and makes sure everything is running smoothly. Unfortunately, that type of personality, especially from a man, on those construction sites is exactly what they need to make sure nobody is slacking off and cutting corners. They are too scared of him to screw up!” she laughed, trying to ease any nervousness she caused you.

You leaned back in your chair, gaze drifting aimlessly around her desk as you absorb what she told you. Before you could add anything further, the other girl Colleen had been chatting with earlier piped up from the adjoining cube.

“He’s an asshole. If he ever does say anything hurtful towards you, you have to just let it roll off your shoulders. That’s why Heather is so good in her position, she has to be one-on-one with him a lot, and she can handle his shit much better than most,” the redhead, whose name you saw on the outside of her cube was Debbie, gruffly interrupted. You could tell she was the opposite of Colleen – while Colleen is bubbly and sweet, Debbie seemed tougher and had an edge, although she still seemed just as friendly as she continued to help paint the picture of the mysterious Joel Miller.

“At the end of the day, you have to keep in mind we are not out here saving lives. We are working in accounting at a construction company. He gets so heated and spouts off at the mouth like this company is saving the world," Debbie finished explaining with a huff. She rolled her green eyes, crossed her arms over her chest and glared off at a fixed point on the wall beside her.

“Debbie is right, but she is just extra emotional about it because the girl in your position before had a run in with Joel, and she quit. Cheryl was Debbie’s best friend here, so she is just a little sore over it still.” Colleen tried to explain gently, without upsetting Debbie more.

Debbie nodded in agreement, sighing, she leaned forward with her elbows resting on her knees, she dragged her eyes away from the wall to look at the two of you.

"She’s right. Cheryl didn’t deserve that from him, but she did what was best for her when she quit. It happens a lot, I just thought Cheryl was used to it. She had been here 8 years!” Debbie exclaimed, throwing up her hands with frustration.

You gulped and began to get nervous, not really sure what to say. All you could hope was that maybe you didn’t have to have one-on-one time with Joel. You just knew you needed to keep this job, or else you were packing your bags and moving back home. Your hands started fidgeting on your lap, and you chewed your bottom lip slightly as you took in the information.

“Well, thanks for the warning, girls, I will do my best to keep my head down and stay below the radar,” you chuckled quietly, hoping to ease some of the tension and change the topic.

Debbie smiled at you, a little sadly.

"That's a good plan, but since you are in receivables, Joel may put you on the spot in some of our meetings and want to know what the payment status is on specific clients of his. Heather will typically field those questions if she knows the information beforehand, but if he catches you off guard like he did with Cheryl…” she drifted off, allowing you to connect the dots on your own. “Just keep your guard up, and go into those meetings with TONS of notes on all his clients, that is the best advice I can give you. And let Heather do all the talking.” With that, Debbie scooted her chair back to her computer to get back to work.

Your eyes probably gave away your nervousness when you turned back to Colleen. She smiled warmly at you and patted you gently on the knee. “Don’t worry about it, I promise it's not as bad as it seems. Like Debbie said, Heather fields most of Joel’s questions directly. Plus, we just had our monthly meeting with him last week. You won’t have to cross paths with him for another month.” Colleen turned back to her computer and started explaining the accounting software to you.

You were really only half listening as your panic was bubbling just below the surface, replaying Debbie’s words in your head while you tried to focus on what Colleen was teaching you. You were beginning to understand why this place offered you the job so quickly, you just hoped you could be tough enough to get through those monthly meetings.

Chapter Two

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel the last of us #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller series #joel x reader #joel x reader smut #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff

312 notes · View notes

the-milk-monarch · 3 months

Text

☣︎ Maybe I'll add a part two sometime with Vito, Cody and Scott but for now damn that was exhausting

[𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴]

[𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘]

⚠ | setting: Total Drama Island AU

Most of the people who joined Total Drama have already been eliminated, and so were you. You didn't mind though, as you got to enjoy the positive side of losing - Playa Des Losers.

It was a lazy evening, most of the folks were busy doing their thing, but you were getting kinda bored.

You thought you were doomed with the boredom of yours, until you heard Chris McLean's voice through the speaker.

"Hey happy campers! Guess what. Do you want to win some money, even as a loser?" Were the words you caught.

Some contestants turned their heads towards the source of the sound.

"That's right!" He exclaimed. "You know how on TV there's always some fun hanging out time scenes between the contestants? Well you seem to lack at your job so I'm here to fix it!"

You slightly rolled your eyes at his words. You were a bit of a social anxiety filled loner, but he doesn't have to point that out.

"If you wanna earn a few additional bucks when going home, a measly $100, you're gonna have to play spin the bottle!"

You noticed some gasps, laughs and confused looks from the other people.

You thought the idea is a bit childish, but free 100 bucks is 100 bucks, so you didn't plan to turn down that idea. You were already a loser, so why not get the extra money?

All of the willingly participating contestants joined a shared space near the pool in a small gathering.

You sat down somewhere as well, awaiting further instructions.

Chris instructed for someone to take the bottle and spin it.

"Heather!" He shouted, making the girl turn her head towards the speaker. "You're gonna start! Spin the bottle and give a dare to a fellow loser."

She exhaled through her teeth, making a little "psh." noise.

"Alright."

Her hand twisted the bottle and sent it into a whirl.

"Hey, Chris!" Heather shouted before asking a question. "You want some bonding time, huh?"

Finally the bottle chose it's victim - to your surprise - it wasn't you.

"Yeah?" Chris's voice echoed around, a bit curious.

You were unsure what Heather had prepared, but you knew it wouldn't be anything easy.

"Well then, since Y/N arrived not too long ago, and I observed them hanging around a particular someone recently, why not pull them closer together?" She had a smug smirk on her face, which made you quite worried now.

"Kiss Y/N." Her finger pointed at you.

[𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎]

"Wh- Wha-" Mike lost balance and nearly fell from the chair he was sitting on as he processed the dare.

You also reacted with a subtle and baffled gasp bordering on"wha-".

"But- What? Why? I can't do that, what if Y/N doesn't want to?" He quickly bombarded her with questions, a bit embarrassed he had to discuss this in front of you.

"Then they'll have to take away your chance at the money." She assumed, innocently shrugging her shoulders.

Upon hearing the dare, Chris once again joined into the convo through the speakers.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, both participants get the 100 bucks to share if they fulfill their dare. Fifty-fifty each." He elaborated.

"And no forcing fellow contestants if they don't want to do the dare. That's not cool, dudes." He felt the need to add that last part, especially for TV.

Mike looked at you with anxious puppy eyes, uncomfortable with the idea that Heather came up with.

You froze a bit.

How could Heather figure out you had a sweet spot for Mike?

You thought you weren't that obvious, Mike never commented on it.

You blinked twice before returning the gaze at him.

"Eh- I don't know if- If you wanna do that, Y/N?" Mike started to sweat a little.

You felt the rising anxiety inside you, was Mike gonna comment anything on Heather's comment?

"I mean, I'd never want to make you uncomfy-" He trailed off a bit before you cut him off.

"Um, no- I mean- I-" You noticed you started to babble so you finally just said the most appropriate response you could think of at the moment with a nervous grin. "Sure, let's get the money."

You could see a bit of Mike dying inside after he heard your approval.

Mike got up from his seat, slowly coming towards you with his hands close to his chest, fidgeting slightly.

You awaited your "doom", feeling as if the time became slower.

All of the losers' eyes were on you both, expecting something to happen.

He met your gaze once he was close enough to you.

You stared at him, trying to keep a straight face and not disclose what was going through your head at the moment.

"Alright then- I'll, uh, start-" He said meekly, nearing closer to your face.

You started looking at his red cheeks until a kiss took you by a surprise.

You were fully expecting a kiss on the lips, but instead you felt it on your cheek.

Guess you shouldn't be greedy.

Mike immediately backed out after he was done, but not too fast so you'd think he finds you particularly repulsive.

You felt the corners of your lips turn into a bashful smile that you couldn't control.

You felt kind of stupid when your first kiss with him was because of Heather, though. You hoped it didn't scare Mike too much.

Mike had one as well, albeit much more worried than yours.

You noticed him hurry back to his place, with his face still subtly red.

[AFTERMATH]

After the whole thing was over and everyone went their separate ways, you tried to find Mike.

You didn't want to leave on an awkward note and you wanted to explain some things. You decided it was time to.

You spotted Mike helping himself near the snackbar, away from other people.

You didn't know whether he wanted to be left alone or not, but you approached anyway.

Mike immediately turned his head as he heard you clearing your throat.

"O-Oh, Y/N, hey!" He greeted you with a slightly nervous, yet still kind grin.

"Oh no, they're here-"

"Hey Mike." You politely reciprocated, trying not to panic inside.

"Okay, calm down. They only came to talk. Maybe- Maybe it's not about that kiss?"

"Um... What's up?" He also tried his best so the situation wouldn't be awkward.

"So... The bottle thing." You gently started, stopping for a moment to regain your thoughts on the topic which were being drowned in your worries.

"They are gonna talk about that kiss. No, no, no, no-"

His face changed for a second into a look of doubt and anxiety which was quickly covered with a smile.

"...Yeah? What about it?" He quietly gulped.

"Well- I- Hope this doesn't- You know." You felt as if your mouth forbid you from forming proper sentences.

"Y-Yeah, me too- It was-" He felt himself being tongue-tied as well.

"It was what, Mike? Nice? You can't say that!"

You and Mike shut up as soon as you realized you're both just as hopeless.

After a moment of silence, you finally heard a pathetic and tense chuckle coming his way.

You were about to panic even more, thinking he's laughing at you, but the thought that he was as nervous as you prevented you from doing that.

"Honesty is the best way to go, right? Just be normal for once."

"Sorry. Guess it got to me more than I thought." He finally admitted without beating around the bush. "I- I don't want you to think I'm a weirdo because of that, though."

"What? No-" You quickly denied that, making him visibly less worried.

"I-" Words yet again got stuck in your throat, which started to piss you off a little. Mike could do nothing but listen intently to what you were about to say.

"I-If you promise to also not think I'm a weird for what I'm about to say, then-" You tried to put on a confident facade as you started fidgeting with your hands a little.

"Of course not!" Mike quickly chimed in, now even more desperate to hear your response. "I promise."

You knew if you screw this up, it'd be game over. The words finally flew out of you.

"I- kinda hoped you'd aim for the lips."

You saw Mike freeze the moment he processed what was being said to him.

"Aim for the lips."

You broke him. The four words were floating in his head, covering every free space in it.

You remained tense and quiet, dreading each second he didn't reply.

Finally he got to his senses and slightly shaked his head.

"I- I'm sorry, it just took me by a surprise-" He couldn't cover the red that was on his face after that info. "Usually people try to get away from me, you know?"

It was your turn to let out the meek chuckle that was forming in the back of your throat.

"Yeah- Well- Not me." You admitted.

"U-unless you want me to-?" Anxiety got a hold of you once again.

"N-no!" He tensed up once more, slightly reaching out his hand towards you as if you were about to run away.

Until he realized his reaction was a bit too much.

"I mean-" He instead quickly scratched the back of his head with the hand that he extended prematurely. "Y-You can stay."

"I- I hope they're being honest."

He waited a second before speaking once more, leaving you with anticipation.

"...You can even- come closer, if you'd like."

You noticed the familiar, sweet toothy grin that was coated with an unhealthy dose of worry and hesitation.

You took a step forward, making Mike subtly cower.

"...Yea?" Shy but reassuring smile appeared on your face.

You didn't fully realize how tall he was before you stepped closer. Usually it wasn't a problem to look him in the eyes, but because of the close proximity you had to move your head up to face him.

If his focus wasn't entirely on you now, Mike's second worry would be his profuse sweating.

"Well- Um- Y-You won't get money for it, but if you're still interested, I could..." If it wasn't for your very close distance, you'd almost miss Mike's murmur.

Fortunately, you managed to catch it all.

With this reassurance, you reached out your hands so they could hold Mike's face.

You felt his cheeks getting even hotter with your touch.

Smooch.

You heard a surprised half whimper and gasp come out of him as soon as your lips touched.

He looked at you like a deer in the headlights as you pulled away from the kiss, knowing he already lost the battle with his face showing all the emotions coursing thru him.

"You know, that 'pay-off' is enough for me."

[𝙼𝚊𝚕]

Mal was sitting in the corner, the only indication that he participated in the game was his place near the pool.

Not too long ago he was sulking about his recent "unfair" elimination from the show he planned to win and so he was extra grumpy from the moment he arrived.

He almost stopped paying attention to whatever unimportant was happening until he noticed the bottle pick him.

"Kiss Y/N." He heard Heather's dare.

"What am I, fucking 14?" He bluntly spat out his annoyance at the childish topic.

"This is a family friendly show, Mal. Language!" Chris had to beep out Mal's profanity for sure.

You just sat there, frozen with the implications of the dare and what Mal might possibly think about what Heather said now.

Mal obnoxiously rolled his eyes, as to show his irritation further.

Suddenly you felt his piercing gaze sizing you up.

It made you tense.

"Y/N sure seems to act out their crush like a teenager. Make a move already, sweetie." Heather mocked you with the audacity of sounding like she doesn't even care about it.

She couldn't actually have a clue about you actually being interested in Mal, though.

She disliked Mal as much as Alejandro, knowing he's a proper rival to her, and with your "fascination" with him, you were more inclined to hang around him.

You were just in a "wrong place at a wrong time" and she wanted to make a jab at him.

"Well, Y/N, are you 'above 14' and up for it?" Chris dared to joke as he waited for your response.

"Uh- Yeah- Okay." You nodded while saying, albeit a bit quietly from the shock that was still in your mind.

Mal sighed dramatically as he so gracefully got up his butt to slither your way.

His walk was careless but still arrogant, matching his opinion about the topic.

He looked at you from above as you were still sitting on your place.

His face got closer as he bent to whisper in your ear.

"You really up for it?" He asked with a mix of "i don't care" as well as some not so subtle mocking and teasing grin. "With me?"

You avoided looking at his eyes to not betray too much, although you were sure that if Mal weren't conveniently casting a shadow on your face with his, he'd be able to see your blush.

"Yes." You managed to spit out, hoping that your attempts at being casual worked. "...For the cash righ-"

You tried to explain yourself further so he wouldn't take you for a pining weirdo, but you were promptly stopped by his lips touching yours.

You yelped quietly as he pulled you into a deeper kiss that you were not prepared for at all, grabbing your chin.

Mal wanted to make a show and so he did, much to everyone's surprise.

Heather's eyebrows even raised in shock, but they were nothing compared to yours.

After a not so steamy make-out, he finally backed off, leaving you with a need to process what happened.

"Oh, what a terrible fate. Truly embarrassing. Get a grip." He made a disgusted face at Heather, leading the point further with how stupid the idea was.

Mal was above the silly dare and so he didn't make a fuss about it.

He just wanted to shock people for his own amusement, per usual.

And maybe even subtly express his anger at people trying to make kissing him out of all people a "terrible fate".

He moved back to the place he was sitting on before, leaving you with a memory of the situation burned into your brain.

[AFTERMATH]

He was always good at reading people - skill he had to develop due to his upbringing.

So he didn't really worry about being in the wrong in the situation.

The smug brat knew you were into him, seeing your behavior around him.

After the game was over and everyone had fulfilled their dares, he approached you when you were least expecting it.

"Hey, lovebird." You heard the voice you knew too well, from someone you wanted to avoid for the moment.

Mal noticed your visible flinch as he went up to you from behind and chuckled under his breath.

"Not so happy to see me now?" He gazed at you while crossing his arms with cocky amusement. "I thought you enjoyed yourself not too long ago."

You had to wait a moment before the words could properly formulate in your mouth. You were baffled that he had the audacity to taunt you with it so casually.

Mal waited out your silence with an eye roll.

"Come on, I don't have all day." He impatiently hurried you, making you regain your voice.

"I-" You had trouble looking him in the eye after what happened.

"I am- not displeased by seeing you." You nailed it.

(No you didn't.)

"That's a step in the right direction." He concluded and dared to show you a mocking smirk, stepping closer. "But how about you admit that you're very happy to see me?"

His shameless cockiness and nonchalance thrown you off a little. You weren't sure if he was playing a cruel joke on you .

You decided to turn the question on him, somewhat smoothly.

"Well- It seems you are. Why else would you come to see me?" You replied with fake confidence, hoping it'd fool him.

Mal only chuckled at your attempt at being cool.

"Well, I can't deny I've been thinking about you." He once again managed to shut you up with a shit eating grin.

You remained silent for a longer second, obviously not knowing what to respond.

"You seem very speechless today, dear." He raised his brow amused, he was clearly thriving on making you uncomfortable.

"Don't get me wrong, it's adorable. But a conversation is a two way street, you know?" He was becoming bolder the more he saw you squirm.

"You don't really give me easy things to respond to, you know." A bit of truth escaped from you. He got you.

"Oh, I'm very well aware." He grinned and tilted his head confidently. The way he was staring at you made you feel very small. "What's wrong? Too afraid to say something?"

"Did you really come here only to make me feel stupid, or-" You tried to remain casual, but a bit of anxiety managed to fall into your response.

"Oh, the fun part of seeing you all shy and stumbling over your words is just a plus." He exhaled with amusement. "Besides, you don't need me to think you're stupid, you're doing a good enough job all on your own."

You furrowed your brows a little. So you were right. He was just making fun of you?

Mal rolled his eyes. You obviously weren't reacting how he wanted you to, but he wasn't about to give up.

"Why don't you just be honest for once? You seem awfully tense for such a simple conversation." He pushed your limits a bit, testing what made your nerves tick.

You sighed with both frustration and hopelessness.

Your mind was too preoccupied with thinking what a fool you were potentially making of yourself, you didn't even realize how many signs Mal was giving you. In his own way.

"... Okay." You started to gain some courage to finally speak up.

"There we go." The corner of his mouth curved into a sly smirk for a moment. He seemed pleased with his success, but made no move to make his intentions clearer.

In fact, his expression changed from smug to an impatiently raised brow, daring you to make the next move.

"Yes, I am into you." You finally decided to stop stalling and say the obvious. You tried your best to hide your embarrassment and fear of rejection on your face, which made Mal's eyes flash with curiosity and something else.

Mal looked pleasantly shocked for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and the smug expression came back.

"Finally, someone's not afraid of saying it." He paused for maximum dramatic effect, as if he'd been waiting for this moment. After the pause he leaned in close, bringing his face close to yours.

When the tension was highest between you two, he abruptly backed away and smirked at him again.

"You'll have to do better than admitting you're into me, though." He once again tested you.

"Huh- What else do you expect me to say?" You turned your head slightly, a bit dumbfounded by the demand.

"Oh, you don't have to say anything." He then took you by the waist, making you squirm a little by the sudden contact.

"You could always express yourself with actions…" He smiled devilishly, his brown eyes never leaving yours. He kept his hands resting on you, enjoying how awkward and nervous he made you.

Your face was undeniably at least a bit red by how quick it all went down.

Nonetheless, you wouldn't forgive yourself if you screwed this up when the fate gave you a chance to kiss your object of affection twice.

[𝙽𝚘𝚊𝚑]

"...What?" He stared at Heather with his skeptically raised eyebrow, which was conveying more so confusion and bafflement at this point.

You couldn't help but look at Heather the same, except with even more surprise.

"No hard feelings Noah, I don't care." She "lightheartedly" said. "But Y/N here..."

You knew Heather would start picking at you sooner or later.

You didn't really have a good relationship with her, and few days ago she seriously started to piss you off.

You had a little altercation before all of this but you didn't really think it was something to dwell on.

Apparently Heather thought the opposite.

Noah's face stayed the same until his expression softened into something else, but was promptly changed back.

"Wow. Really mature." He discarded her attempt at clowning on both of you.

"Well, dare's a dare, ain't it?" She repeated the rules of the game, shrugging carelessly.

He took a long and hesitant sigh as he lazily made way towards you.

You followed his moves with your eyes, finally meeting his as your gaze landed on his face.

"...Eh-" He stopped for a moment, cringing internally. "So- You okay with proceeding?"

"Yeah-" You nodded, sensing the awkward atmosphere.

Noah didn't make much effort to blow the kiss out of proportion.

He just smooched your lips in a quick manner and then, without a word, moved to his seat.

You tried to copy his demeanor towards the situation, not making a big deal out of what happened.

Your eyes wandered around the place after, but you managed to catch a glimpse of Owen playfully nudging Noah and letting out a silly giggle.

[AFTERMATH]

You couldn't bear the thought of the tense note you left off with Noah.

You felt immense second-hand cringe for Noah, who visibly didn't want to end up in the situation.

Even though it was a dare both of you accepted, you didn't want him to associate you with a gross memory.

So you gathered all of your confidence to go talk to him.

You noticed him reading a book somewhere in a secluded place.

You thought it's normal, since most people prefer peace and quiet while reading, but you also knew Noah was able to read just fine around other people to, if he wanted to.

You weren't about to question him about that, though.

He was deeply focused on his book, so when he heard you clearing his throat, you noticed some alarms going off in his brain as he saw you.

"Hey-" You awkwardly started.

He subtly stopped himself for a moment, grabbing his book and putting it down so that he'd show his attention is on you.

"Hey." He reciprocated your greeting, responding flatly but not maliciously.

You were a bit lost with how to start, so you just talked on the spot.

"So like, I know we don't really talk, but I just wanted to make sure that it's not, uh, weird between us because of Heather's immaturity." You explained as best as you could.

It was true, you and him weren't really close, but you also never shown any maliciousness between each other, and you wanted it to stay that way.

He digested your words for a moment as he searched for a proper response.

"I'm not affected by Heather's stupidity. It's not contagious." He summed it up in calm but witty manner. "Why would I be weirded out by an immature dare?"

"Right- That's cool then-" You tensed up slightly, but his response was also a bit relieving.

"... Unless it's you who has a problem?" He asked, raising his brow.

His expression stayed analytical and with a healthy dose of skepticism, but there was also a part of soft insecurity thrown in.

"No, no!" You quickly chased away his allegation.

Both of you once again found yourself in an uncomfortable silence.

You haven't made a peep, but you swear you could hear some quiet and unsurely irritated sigh from Noah as you planned to end this interaction.

Suddenly he opened up his mouth. "Well then, as we established-"

He tried to keep his words as casual as they come, with fear of coming more awkward than he intended te situation to be. "I think we should just, move on, and stop acting like it's a big deal."

"Yeah. You're right." You agreed with a nod, yet still felt a bit blursed about the fact that now you had your crush's attention on you.

"I mean, it's not like it was a first kiss on a school trip." You tried to joke to make the moment lighter.

"...Yeah." Noah's response came off a bit flat, with his movements becoming stiffer, but his expression remained a mystery.

"... It wasn't your first kiss, was it?" You blurted out without thinking over what you're gonna say.

You noticed the surprised and a bit called out face of his.

"Yeah- no way. You're like my fifth one this week." He quickly saved his face as he responded in a sarcastic manner.

You chuckled, although you weren't sure if he's joking or not.

"Wow, okay, sorry, that came off a bit weird of me, huh-" You backed away with your question apologetically.

"Yeah." He responded with the typical dry tone, but you could hear some light amusement from the reply. "Well, if you won't go bragging about it to others, then..."

You felt your face get a bit hotter, were you really his first kiss?

Now you felt a bit bad.

Did he have any regrets??

You had to know.

"Oh- Sorry for- taking that, I guess-" You tried to not dig at the "issue" further but also show that you're sorry, in case he expected that.

He softly smirked in slight amusement at your unsureness.

"It's just a kiss." He reminded you both.

You only chuckled nervously in return.

The moment was broken by a familiar blond-haired boy coming your way in a hurry.

"Noah, I saw Y/N heading your way!" You both heard Owen's voice nearing closer. "Maybe you can finally talk about that kiss-"

You saw Owen's face faltering into surprise and then embarrassment when he saw Noah's face trying to say "quit it" without making a sound around you.

"-Hershey's kiss, that you ate this monday, because, there were some, in the kitchen." He "smoothly" saved the situation and began to slowly retreat.

"Man, I'm hungry- I wonder if there are any left- I'll go check." And so he ran off.

Once again, the tense atmosphere creeped into to your surroundings again.

Noah couldn't help himself but let out a disappointed, given up sigh as he facepalmed.

"...What was that about?" You looked at him questioningly, but not trying to overwhelm him.

"That was my last chance at keeping this conversation not awkward." He cynically replied.

You stopped for a moment, unsure how to proceed.

"Okay, I'll just stop being immature and say it. I like you." Noah mumbled out your way, although he tried to make sure you hear it, his hesitance was obvious.

You were stunned to hear such words leave specifically his mouth, but you were in no mood to complain.

"I like you too." You didn't think much, you just said what's been on your mind in the current state.

You were about to take back your words, afraid of how easily you let on your feelings, but hey, he said it first, right?

"Oh. Wow." Was his only response after a moment.

105 notes · View notes