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Summary: While on the run from raiders and their twisted game of hide and seek you get saved in the last minute by a creature you only thought existed in books. You knew you should be scared, yet you could not find it in you as you looked into the warm brown eyes of a wolf that seemed way too human to be a monster, letting him have you and your body, letting him claim you. Waking up in a cabin the next morning you think it was all a dream, wanting to move on until Tommy and Joel Miller find you in that cabin, offering you to stay in a town called Jackson.

Pairing: Werewolf! Joel Miller x fem. reader

Rating: E

Wordcount: 5.4k

Warnings: monster fucking (dub con -> enthusiastic consent; basically she's really into it once she's awake) angst, threats of SA, violence, death, smut (Somnophilia; oral sex f receiving; unprotected sex, knotting, cumplay), successful breeding, so much guilt, fluff, Joel is bad at feelings

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You were cold. Cold and hungry. Exhausted and, most of all, scared.

You didn’t know exactly how long you had been running. The four men pursuing you had found you and your group a day (or three?) before, had killed everyone except for you, telling you to run for your life after stripping you of most of your clothes.

Like some sick fucking game.

Then again, ever since the outbreak, everything seemed to be a game of life and death. It wasn’t long until humanity showed its ugly face, and (mostly) men lived out their sick, primitive fantasies without the fear of any kind of punishment.

You could hear them outside, laughing and snickering, fantasising about the sick things they would do to you if they found you. How they would decide if you were allowed to stay alive and become their pet, or if they would kill you.

The sun had set hours ago, the only light source outside the full moon high on the cloudless sky. You were hiding under a trapdoor in a barn that looked like it might collapse the next time it rained. Though if you had to guess, you think it’d snow before it rained.

It had to be November by now, Wyoming cooling down to a fucking freezer overnight, your teeth clattering as you shivered.

They had only left you in your shoes and underwear. You had picked up an old jacket as you ran into an abandoned cabin the day before. Then you found a thin blanket that you currently had wrapped around your cold legs, the smell coming from it making it hard to breathe without feeling nauseous.

Your fingers were wrapped around a rusty piece of metal you had found down here, not really knowing if you’d use it on the raiders or yourself before they got their hands on you.

Though the thought crossed your mind that you being dead probably wouldn’t stop them from…

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. In your head, you hummed the lullaby your mother used to sing to you whenever you felt anxious as you were growing up.

You didn’t dream of seeing her again one day anymore. You buried that hope after twenty years of whatever life you had lived since the outbreak. You liked to imagine she had a quick death once things started going downhill. You had been on vacation with your best friend in New York City when it all happened. You still had no idea how you made it out of there alive.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” one of the men mocked you, his voice way too close for comfort. You wrapped a hand over your mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible in hopes he would just move on and leave you here to… probably die from hypothermia. Still a better death than what they had planned.

You heard the footsteps getting closer before there was an earth-shattering scream outside, followed by growling.

“What the fuck is going on there? Did the bitch cut your balls off, Clark?” The men who must be standing right above you right now yelled outside. There was a roar followed by a howl outside, and you closed your eyes.

“Clark? Will?” The man above you called out, but there was no answer.

“You better not be fucking with me, you assholes,” he said, his footsteps moving away from you. You allowed yourself to release a shuddering breath, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

Another scream outside, followed by a loud howl, before there was only silence.

Minutes went by, and you were pretty sure whatever was out there had probably killed the men that were after you. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to risk getting out of your hiding spot to seek shelter somewhere else. Or find another blanket.

You had no idea how to survive out here on your own. You hadn’t eaten in two days, only barely found something to drink while running.

Maybe whatever was out there would make your death quick, and you could rest. The thought of getting a good night’s sleep made you sigh as you felt your mind slowly slip into darkness.

Yet before you could let your mind rest, the trapdoor above you was ripped open, and you jumped, suddenly blinded by how bright the moon illuminated the night. You blinked against the sudden light, gasping when you found a creature looking down at you, big brown eyes fixated on you.

It was standing on two legs, fur covering the whole body, the teeth sharp, reflecting the moonlight.

It looked like a wolf. A huge fucking wolf, yet there was something human about it.

You should have been scared, you should have been screaming, but somehow you didn’t, overcome with the feeling of being safe the longer you looked into its eyes.

“You’re so pretty,“ you mumbled. “Are you here to kill me?“

The creature’s eyes widened before his massive head shook from side to side, as if saying no. You smiled softly at that.

“You’re a good doggy,” you sighed, your eyes slipping closed. And you could swear the last thing you heard was an amused roar before your mind slipped into unconsciousness.

You felt…. Warm.

You didn’t know the last time you felt warm, which left you to the conclusion that you must have died.

You were lying on something soft, surrounded by warmth.

A satisfied moan slipped through your lips in the next moment, still half asleep, and you felt your body shuddering. Your hands ran over your body, your fingers slipping down your stomach before your eyes opened slowly, looking down just in time to see why you woke up, your pussy throbbing as an orgasm rushed through your body, making you arch your back and cry out as you looked between your thighs to find big brown eyes looking up at you.

You thought you dreamed the wolf you remembered saving you before, but it was him.

“You’re… You’re real…“ you whispered, your hand hesitantly reaching out, your fingers meeting the soft fur of the animal between your legs. It was real. He was real. The wolf was real, and he was here, and he was…

The wolf seemed to lean into your touch, his eyes seemingly trying to communicate with you, his expression torn before he growled, his eyes closing.

“Oh shit,“ you whispered, slowly noticing that you were stripped completely naked, big strong and furry arms wrapped around your thighs, keep you lying on the mattress beneath you.

You should be scared, you know you should. Yet you weren’t. Instead, you felt the safest you ever did. The big nose of the wolf nuzzled against your pussy, and you moaned quietly, your chest heaving as you took a deep breath.

You should fight, run, scream, yet you wanted more.

You wanted this creature to own you, to claim you. To be his. It seemed like the only thought in your mind the longer you looked into its eyes.

The wolf kept his dark eyes on yours, his cold nose nuzzling against your pussy until you felt his big tongue lick through your slit.

“Oh fuck,“ you let yourself fall back down against the ground, the hand that had been touching the wolf coming up to your breast, squeezing it, playing with your nipple, noticing something… sticky on your chest. Bringing your fingers up, looking at them and the creamy substance on your fingers, your eyes found the wolf, finding him watching you intently.

The long warm tongue kept licking you almost softly, the wet nose rubbing over your clit.

Keeping your eyes on his, you brought your fingers to your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste it. The wolf growled, his eyes seemingly getting even darker as you tasted what you thought was his cum. You hummed, licking your fingers clean, the wolf’s tongue moving faster, making your legs twitch.

His big claws dug warningly into the soft skin of your thighs, before his tongue forced its way inside your pussy.

Your lips parted as you cried out in ecstasy, the feeling foreign yet so fucking good as the big tongue of the wolf moved inside of you.

Biting your lips, you tried to keep quiet, panting for air as his tongue brushed over something inside of you that made you cry out in pleasure.

“There… Fuck… Right there,“ you whined, trying to move your hips under his grip, but he growled, his tongue fixated on that one spot inside of you until you moaned loudly, your whole body shaking as you came hard, soaking the wolf between your legs as you squirted for the first time in your life.

With your chest heaving, you slumped back against the mattress, panting as you tried to process what just happened.

The wolf licked you clean softly before his claws let go of your thighs. You opened your eyes, watching him when you felt his tongue licked over your upper thigh, only noticing now that one of his claws must have nabbed your skin, drawing a tiny bit of blood he licked off.

You were watching him, your eyes widening as the wolf slowly got on his feet, towering above you in his full height.

He was breathtaking. Literally.

Your eyes dropped to his cock, leaking with pre cum and standing proudly against his stomach.

It was… definitely not human.

It was dark red, at least 9 inches long. You probably could not close your fist around it, the girth was too big. But it was the knot that made you suck in your bottom lip, worrying.

He was breathing deeply, his eyes fixed on your form, almost pleading to you, but you did not know for what.

“It’s… It’s okay,“ you whispered, slowly sitting yourself up. It was almost like the wolf was shaking his head.

“It’s okay. Take what you want.“

The moment those words slipped out of your mouth, Joel knew he had lost the last bit of control he had over his actions. He got on all fours, his face hovering over you and your beautiful eyes.

You didn’t know the inner fight he had put on for hours since bringing you here.

Joel was a man who always made more than sure that whatever he did with the person he was with, they were giving him enthusiastic consent before he touched them.

But right now, Joel wasn’t a man.

He was a creature of the night, his instincts reduced to his animalistic primal needs.

He had made you cum twice before you even woke up, high on your taste, wanting more and more. Fuck he had even jerked off, shooting his cum all over your body like the animal he was.

He’d never fucked anyone in this form before, and while a part of him hated the lack of control he had over how he behaved right now, another part was ready to be inside of you.

“Mhhh….“ he heard you hum, your fingers stroking through his fur, and Joel was sure he’d purr if you continued to touch him.

But his cock was aching, and you were oh so soft and wet.

And ready to breed.

He leaned down, his nose nuzzling against your neck, inhaling you deeply before he looked deep into your eyes, ready to take what was his.

The wolf began to lick your upper body, focusing on your breasts, making you whimper, your fingers pulling on the fur of his arms. Slowly you let your hand slip down your body, your eyes widening when you came in contact with his cock, gasping softly.

The wolf looked up at you, grunting as you tried to wrap your hand around it, your hand too small.

You felt the wolf lick your cheek, and you looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking.

Taking a deep breath, you laid back, parting your legs for him even wider.

The wolf was actively looking between your pussy and his claws, and you wondered if the man inside him would be putting his fingers inside of you if he was able to. He closed his eyes as you guided his cock towards your pussy.

“Try to be gentle, yeah? At least at first…“ you hummed and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes falling shut as the tip of his cock entered you ever so slowly. You stopped breathing. You didn’t know if it was seconds or hours until your pussy was stretched around his hot cock, the knot just outside of your pussy.

He waited until you relaxed, letting you get used to his size.

The wolf leaned down, his fur brushing against your skin, looking deeply into your eyes before he bottomed out and began to move. His cock slowly dragging through your walls, the foreign shape stretching you out and hitting all the right spots.

You held on to the broad shoulders of the creature fucking you slowly.

“Harder,“ you moaned quietly, trying to move your hips up, but the wolf growled, pinning you against the ground. He stilled inside of you before he pulled out of you.

Before you could react, he had you turned around, pulling you up so you were on your hands and knees, his cock entering you from behind in one hard thrust, making you cry out.

He fucked into you deeply, pumping his cock inside you, his claws holding on to your hips, keeping you where he wanted you.

“Oh fuck,“ you cried out, letting yourself fall down to your elbows, your head falling against the mattress.

The wolf howled, and you felt his cock throbbing, the pointed tip kissing your cervix, making your legs shake.

You felt so fucking full, his cock stretching you just right.

“I’m gonna cum,“ you whined, meeting his thrusts, and you screamed when you came, clenching around his cock. Fucking you through your orgasm, he leaned over your body, his fur brushing over your naked back. Aftershocks of your orgasm were still running through your body when you heard the wolf growl, the cock inside you seemed to get even bigger before he howled, his knot pushing inside of you, filling you with his cum and keeping it inside of you.

You felt his strong, soft arms wrapping around your middle before he slowly pulled you to your side, his cock still stuck inside of you, steadily filling you with his cum.

Breeding you.

You shuddered at the thought, feeling him lick your neck softly, pulling you even closer, keeping you warm.

The last thing you remember thinking before you fell asleep was that you wished you’d known his name…..

When you woke up, you found yourself under a mountain of blankets. Your memory was a little foggy, but you knew someone… or something had saved you. And from the soreness you felt all over your body, you were beginning to think you did not dream of the wolf who had taken you last night.

Your lips parted as you realised there was a fire cracking in the small fireplace. You sat up, looking down at yourself, noticing that you were now wearing a soft Flannel. You brought the fabric up to your nose, surprised when you found it smelling clean with a hint of… wood. It reminded you of how your uncle had smelled when he returned from his job at the local wood factory.

“Hello?” You called out, silence meeting you.

There was a full bottle of what looked like water next to the old sofa you had slept on. Opening the lid carefully, you smelled it, confirming it was water. It could be drugged, your mind provided. But you were too thirsty to care, almost chugging the whole bottle down before slowly pushing yourself up to stand.

You were wearing thick wool socks, your legs still naked. You brushed your fingers over a mark on your inner thigh.

Confused, you began to explore the room.

It had been cleared out, but for some reason, you did not think someone actually lived here. There was, however, food on the table. Just a can of old beans and a fork.

Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the can, your hands gripping the back of the chair that was tucked against the old wooden table. Looking down at your hands, you had grabbed something soft, finding yourself looking at an old, worn pair of sweatpants.

You began to feel like you were in the twilight zone, waiting for someone to jump out of a corner.

For him to find you in whatever form he was this morning.

Sucking your bottom lip in, you looked around again before you slowly slipped your legs into the sweatpants, finding them way too big. But they were warm and soft, and you sighed in relief.

Which didn’t last long, because you heard voices outside.

Frantically looking around, you found the rusty piece of metal you had with you when you had hidden the night before, grabbing it.

You moved behind the door as silently as possible, the voices coming closer.

“We’re not here to kill you,” someone called out. A man.

You heard that before.

“I know you have no reason to trust us. But we’re here to help.”

He could smell her.

Her and her flowery scent that seemed to drive him to insanity ever since he crossed it two days ago.

Due to his… other self, his senses were always better than those of an average human, but in the week leading up to the full moon, they seemed to sharpen even further. It was why he and Tommy always went out on their monthly trip to the radio tower that lasted three days when they really just used the full moon to hunt down infected and people who would potentially bring harm to Jackson.

He had been tracking three men, raiders, their scent full of adrenaline and arousal, when he came across your scent. Frightened, dehydrated, but so flowery and sweet that it was the only thing he could think about.

Still in his human form, he had seen you, almost naked, running frantically through the woods. Away from them.

He had kept an eye on you, the animal in him taking over, his urge to protect you taking over. Yet he waited until the next night, his wolf form making him stronger, to take your attackers out one by one, making it as painful as possible.

And then you were in his arms. Cold, unconscious, yet so so beautiful.

He brought you to the cabin he and Tommy had cleared out the month after he got to Jackson, setting you down on the couch.

Pulling a blanket over you, he was thankful for the fire Tommy must have lit when he had been here earlier, carefully putting another log of wood into the fire to keep it going.

Making his way back to you, he was overcome with the urge to have you back in his arms. Carefully, he pulled you against him, and you seemed to seek his warmth, your fingers digging into his fur.

Looking out, he counted that he had around three hours until the sun came up, and he’d change back to his human form.

He knew he should have left you there. He should have gone out, leaving you safe and unharmed.

He wished he could blame everything that happened in the cabin on his wolf side. The wolf side knew he had to have you because you were ready to breed. It’s why you smelled so sweet and irresistible for him. You were ovulating and ready to bear his offspring. But Joel was still inside. He knew what he was doing. And he tried to stop initially, but it was a fight he quickly let himself lose, getting lost in you. And the worst part was he enjoyed every single second. The way you held on to him. The way you tasted. The way you looked when you came. The way you smiled as he pumped you full of his cum, just before you passed out again.

Joel sighed, following his brother as he approached the house slowly. Joel could smell you. Adrenaline cursing through your veins.

“I’m Tommy, and this is my brother Joel,” Tommy stopped in front of the house, holding his hands up.

“We come from a community not far from here. We have water, electricity, food…”

Joel’s heart seemed to stop the moment he heard your voice.

“How do you even know I’m here?” You asked. Tommy’s eyes found Joel’s.

“We have cameras set up around the patrol route, and we saw you on one of them,” he lied easily.

Joel and Tommy had talked about what to tell you. Tommy knew from the moment they met up after the moon disappeared, smelling you all over him.

He did not ask questions when Joel told him they had to go get you from the cabin.

They both had their fair share of things they weren’t the most proud of, both as humans and werewolves. Tommy knew better than anyone else how hard it was to keep yourself in control when all the monster in you wanted was to claim someone.

It was how he met Maria.

Thankfully it all turned out for the best in the end, but still, Joel felt like a fucking monster.

The door opened, and you stepped out carefully, holding up the piece of metal he had found you with last night in front of you. You were wearing his shirt.

Mine.

His pants.

Mine.

He could smell himself all over you.

Mine.

He wondered if he was still dripping out of you.

“Cameras? You… You know how I got here?” You asked, your heartbeat quickened.

Tommy shook his head.

“No. The cameras only activate once you’re inside the cabin.”

“Oh,” you nodded, hesitating.

“Did you…. See something weird?”

“Just you pretty much passing out,” Tommy lied again.

“Weird,” you whispered to yourself, but both Joel and Tommy could hear it.

“So… what do you say? Care to join us?” Tommy asked.

“I… I should not trust strangers. But these last days have been… I’m still not quite sure how I survived…” you shook your head, your arms hugging yourself.

“You are welcome to wait out until patrol gets here. My wife will be with them, she’s kind of the leader of our little community,” Tommy said.

Your heartbeat slowed down.

“You’re married?” She asked with a small smile. Tommy nodded, his smile wide.

“Married and about to become a dad. Well… still a couple months to go, but, yeah.”

You nodded.

“What about your brother? Joel, was it?” You asked.

There was something familiar about the broad man standing just behind Tommy. He hadn’t looked at you directly once, but something told you you knew him.

“It’s complicated,” he said, and a shiver ran through your whole body, hearing his voice.

You swallowed.

“I haven’t heard that since college,” you joked.

“You went to college?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah. I was 19 when the outbreak happened,” you said.

“Did anyone make it?” Tommy asked.

You closed your eyes, shaking your head.

“Whole family is dead. The people I was with… Raiders killed them before they made me…” you shook your head, missing the way Joel’s whole body stiffened as he tried to control his anger.

“I’m so sorry,” Tommy said, and you sighed.

“Well. I should have learned not to get too attached to people. It’s a luxury nowadays to have someone.”

“Maybe you’ll have more luck in our community,” Tommy winked, and you took a deep breath. What other choices did you really have?

You were tired and weak, and maybe you had hallucinated having sex with a… wolf?

Because if they had cameras inside the cabin and last night really happened… You felt your cheeks growing warm, a throbbing between your legs.

You looked at Joel again, his eyes now on you. Brown eyes that seemed to look right into your soul, making you part your lips in a gasp.

Was it him?

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, not looking at you again.

“What do you say, darlin’?” Tommy asked, and you did not miss the way Joel’s head snapped to look at his brother, glaring at him.

Tommy smirked.

“I think I would kill for a hot shower,” you said with a small smile.

“When are you gonna stop hovering like a mother hen and go tell her?” Joel almost jumped as he heard his brother’s voice behind him. He was hiding out of sight from you, watching how you helped Maria with some garden work.

It had been 16 nights since he had you, 15 days since you moved into the house next to his, and it had been pure hell. Being so close to you but not touching you. He took care of you in his own way, from afar. Meals showing up in front of your door, so he was sure you ate. Sending his brother over to fix up the house, because he did not know if he could hold himself back if he was so close to you.

He had done some reading the day before, not understanding why he felt like this.

Now, there wasn’t, like, some kind of How to be a Werewolf for Dummies book around, but what he found made him realise that you probably were his mate. He never felt like this before, his body physically hurting when he did not know where you were.

He wondered if you felt it, too. If you felt the changes…

“Tell her what?” Joel grumbled.

“You could start with telling her that you’re sorry that you behaved like a dick, then start with explaining to her that once a month you turn into a werewolf and that yes, it was you that fucked her. And then you could congratulate her that she’s pregnant,” Tommy listed, and Joel growled.

He had known he had bred you the moment he had changed back the morning after, his guilty conscience killing him ever since.

Not only that he took advantage of you, no, he claimed you, bred you, and it took everything in him not to make you his officially.

Joel shook his head.

“She’s gonna hate me. And fuck… A baby? I’m way too old to raise a child…”

“I don’t know, big brother, you’re doing a great job with Ellie. Any kid would be fortunate to have you as their dad,” Tommy said surprisingly softly.

Joel took a deep breath, watching you wave Maria goodbye as you walked down the street towards home.

“Okay,” Joel said, straightening his shoulders before he followed you home.

You were surprised when you came home and did not find food on your doorstep, if you were honest. You had asked Maria if finding food was normal. It wasn’t.

You had a suspicion as to who it was leaving it, but you had not found the confidence to ask him.

It was like every thought was filled with Joel since you saw his eyes. And even though it sounded insane, you were almost certain that the wolf from the night who claimed you and the man who seemed unable to look into your eyes afterward were the same person.

He felt familiar, like you knew each other, and it was getting harder each day to not be with him. You had never felt like this before, pining over a man who was not only much older than you but who you had never really talked to before.

Shaking your head, you stared at your reflection in the mirror before you washed your face. Tomorrow, you would start working at the greenhouse, and you wanted to make a good impression, which was why you decided to go to bed early.

You were brushing your teeth when you heard a knock on your door. Frowning to yourself, your body buzzing as if it knew who it was, you spit the toothpaste into the sink before you pulled the shirt you had from the cabin over your head and walked towards the door.

His eyes were on you as you walked over to your door, a nervous flutter in your belly as you slowly pulled the door open.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he looked at you, his jaw flexing.

“Hi Joel,“ you said quietly, your hand wrapped around the side of your door.

His eyes seemed to soften as he looked at you.

“Can… Can we talk?“ He asked.

Taken by surprise, you nodded.

“Would you like to come in?“

He could hear you in your kitchen, cluttering as you prepared him some tea. You had only been in this town, this house, for a week, and it already felt more homey than the house he lived in for the last years. Ever since Ellie moved out, he did not like spending time alone in his house. Something was missing.

You were missing.

“I hope you like peppermint,“ you said as you came back into your living room. He didn’t, but he would never tell you.

“Thank you,“ he said, nervous all of a sudden.

You sat down on the other side of the couch from him, pulling your legs against your chest as you looked at him.

“What did you want to talk about?“ You asked.

He took a moment to think about what to say, not really sure how to start.

“Is it about the… the night we met?“ he heard you ask carefully, and he turned his head to look at you, surprised.

“I thought it was a dream at first. How I woke up during the night. I thought I might be losing my mind, but… But I wasn’t, right?“ you asked.

He took a deep breath, before he shook his head.

“You weren’t. I.. I saved you. I killed those… monsters, only to…“

He felt your hand on his.

“Is that why you were ignoring me? Because you…“

“I took advantage of you! You smelled so sweet, and you were so soft… And I usually can control myself, I know what is happening, but I couldn’t around you. I had to… I have to have you. It’s like…. “

“Like you don’t feel whole when you’re not around me? Yeah. That’s how I feel too,“ you said quietly, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“You do?“

You nodded.

“You’re not… scared of me?“ he asked.

You giggled, slipping closer to him.

“Joel, you saved my life, and then you made me cum four times. Was I a little out of it? Maybe. But I don’t regret it.“

“Good… That’s… That’s… good…“ he mumbled, closing his eyes as he felt your warm hand on his cheek, turning his head towards you.

“You’re so pretty,“ you mumbled, and he chuckled.

“That’s the first thing you said to me that night,“ and he was still surprised about it.

“It’s true. It’s… I always knew there was more out there than just us. Well and walking mushrooms that are trying to kill us. And I might have read my fair share of fantasy books.“

“Yeah?“ he asked, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. You nodded.

“It’s hot,“ you shrugged before you leaned in and kissed him softly.

He rested his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“I have to tell you something else,“ he said.

“What?“ you whispered.

“The reason why I couldn’t control myself was because my senses are heightened when I’m in my wolf form. And I… could smell that you were ovulating, which is why everything in my head screaming at me to… breed… you….“

Your lips parted, and he could practically hear you processing what he had just said.

“And… And…. Would you… Would you know if you bred me?“ you asked.

He nodded.

“Then I guess I should tell you that twin pregnancies are common in my family line,“ you said.

He huffed a laugh before he felt you climb into his lab.

“I think you should take me out on a date,“ you mumbled.

“Yeah?“

“Yeah,“ you nodded, before you leaned in and kissed him.

#my fic #Joel Miller #Joel Miller x fem. reader #Pedro Pascal #tlou fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #werewolf au #werewolf joel miller

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BRINGING THEM TO THANKSGIVING (PART TWO)

characters: reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, levi ackerman, erwin smith, and hange zoe (gender neutral pronouns for hange!)

description: headcanons on taking your favorite aot characters home to your family for thanksgiving.

read part one here

author’s note: hello! thank you for all the love on the first part of these headcanons. from my love all mine blowing up to also part one of the thanksgiving headcanons, i’m over the moon. i hope these headcanons are just as good, and happy (early) thanksgiving to those who celebrate! maybe i’ll do something christmas related in the future? in the meantime, i’m working on the next part of my haikyuu x the office au, and i hope more people will check it out! <3

REINER BRAUN:

— listen, i love this man, but he’s a mess. he wants to impress your family so bad! it’s so bad that he’s so in his head that he can’t even focus on having a good time. it’s not until you have a little talk with him in private and insist he let loose and try to have fun that he evades his overthinking head.

— despite his mess of a brain, he’s a total catch in the eyes of your grandmother and aunties. they think he’s a total HOTTIE! they can’t believe you bagged him, but at the same time are so impressed. you can’t help but roll your eyes at such comments while reiner has a hard time believing he’s that attractive.

— even if he’s not as tall as bertholdt, he’s still so tall, but has a better time navigating his stature as compared to his much taller best friend. your little cousins are quite amazed by his build, and he basically puts all the men in your family to shame in terms of muscle. good for you, honestly.

— at dinnertime, he feels more at ease and not as nervous when it came to making a good impression. he already left a positive mark on thanksgiving, and that mark continued throughout the rest of the night. everyone sure had no problem making sure that big boy was fed and was thrilled how much he loved everything. all in all, a success.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER:

— bertholdt is such a shy man!! my god!! he’s worse than reiner in terms of nervousness! no wonder they make such a great pair, they’re both wrecks. but bertholdt is sweaty, beet red mess when he walks through the door, and he can only pray no one notices and you don’t scold him for it (which you never would, but he can’t help but think you’ll do it anyway).

— he’s immediately overwhelmed by everyone greeting him all at once, a million words overlapping on another, and you have to tell everybody to call down and not scare him off right off the bat. bertholdt wouldn’t know what he’d do without you, really.

— honestly, take a shot every time someone mentions how tall bertholdt is. you’d be dead from alcohol poisoning before dinnertime, so don’t even try it. but seriously, everyone is so in awe of his height, it’s insane. you’re sometimes tempted to joke he’s not done yet growing just to make everyone sweat a little, but you don’t want to make your man even more flustered than he already is.

— unfortunately, bertholdt is too ridden with anxiety to properly eat his dinner, even if the small bites he ate were absolutely delicious. luckily for both of you, you get to take leftover plates home! the next day, he devoured his leftovers and ended up eating your plate too, but you weren’t mad. at least he enjoyed your family’s cooking in a place where he felt comfortable; at home with you.

LEVI ACKERMAN:

— you almost didn’t want to bring levi to thanksgiving. not because you didn’t want him to meet your family, but because he seemed so iffy on the subject of thanksgiving in the past. but, when you decided to take a chance and ask him about it, he was—much to your surprise—far more than willing to come along with you and even suggested the two of you bring a dish for the occasion (secretly because it was the one thing he could trust to eat).

— the two of you arrive, and you swore levi’s resting serial killer face would be the ultimate death of the holiday. your mother almost jumped when she opened the door and met levi’s piercing gaze, but was thankfully put at ease when he politely handed her the casserole he made with a soft smile. he was even nice enough to give her reheating instructions too. what a king.

— levi shockingly has a soft spot for children. you didn’t know that about him until now when you saw him cradling your baby niece in his arms with ease while she napped peacefully. the sight almost brought you to tears, seriously.

— even if levi didn’t have much of a family growing up, he could find solace in yours, secretly in his mind hoping he could always have things be this way. you were happy to see him happy, even if he had his own quirky ways of showing it, and you were so glad to have taken the leap to invite him to thanksgiving this year.

ERWIN SMITH:

— YOUR HONOR. i’m about to get oddly passionate about this for some reason, but hear me OUT. erwin is literally THEE man you want to bring home to meet your family. so serious. he’s every parent’s dream son-in-law. a father can only hope their child brings home someone like him, and luckily, you did!

— he’s such a charmer, oh my god. he just exudes bde, i’m not sorry (this is crazy coming from me, who was never a huge fan of erwin). he instantly wins over your family. you can’t even be shocked because he does this with every single person he meets, even you, who was swooned upon first meeting.

— he’s good with all the kids, just showing how more perfect he truly is, if that’s even humanly possible. everyone can’t stop talking about how awesome your man is, and you actually are proud of yourself for that. it’s about time you bagged an absolute 10 out of 10.

— when all is said and done, nobody wants him to go, they want him to stay forever! but don’t worry, he’ll come around for christmas, new year’s, and every other holiday after that.

HANGE ZOE:

— ah, my precious hange. they have their quirks, but that’s what makes them so wonderful, and that’s also why you fell for them in the first place. you can only hope your family falls for hange just like you did.

— honestly, hange just lights up the room. their presence has an instant effect on everyone, and some would argue the holiday for better once you two walked in together.

— i imagine hange talks about their inventions to your parents, showing examples of their previous work. it’s all impressive, really. you’ve got a real smarty pants on your hands, and your parents sure are happy about it! they’re just glad you’re not with someone who’s boring.

— they’re a total child at heart, not in a bad way. hange will play with the little ones as if they’re a kid themselves. they’ll even give out piggyback rides but with a little twist. the twist? bouncing around whilst a child is on their shoulders. thankfully, no one throws up.

— during dinner, hange probably thinks of good thanksgiving themed inventions and politely asks to write their ideas down on their phone since there’s a strict no phone rule at the dinner table. thankfully, your family can make an exception… as long as they’re mentioned in hange’s success story.

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bensonsbobblehead · 1 year

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The Village it Takes

pairings; Spencer Reid x Mom!reader (ft Daughter!oc)

Spencer fakes his death ( basically how Emily did) leaving you and your 11 year old daughter behind.

Content Warnings; angst, sadness, talks of death and grief, fluff

a/n; Hiii, so so sorry about the wait, I've decided not to make a taglist because I don't know how and I don't want to do it the wrong way. Im also back active for a while now so please send request. {first , second}

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You held your daughter as she was shaking in your arms watching as Spencer ran to catch the elevator before it closed. You ignored him only squeezing Ronnie tighter as she calmed down. He hit the emergency stop causing Ronnie to cry harder burying her head into your chest.

“What the fuck Spencer? You're scaring my daughter." You never referred to Cameron as just "yours" until now, you knew how badly it would hurt him especially after seeing the shock in his eyes.

“Just listen, I’ve spent the last three years trying to get back to both of you. I hate that I missed so much of your lives especially you, my moon.” He grabbed Ronnie’s chin and wiped her tears.

He started calling her that on the long nights when she couldn’t sleep. Spewing facts about the moon with a little Cameron on his chest. Making her completely fall in love with the nighttime. Cameron had so many questions and ideas about the night sky and it was something special the both of them shared.

He never could wrap his head around why she loved his voice so much as a baby. Probably because of the countless hours he spent talking and reading to your pregnant belly at night or even over the phone when he was on a case.

“I begged Aaron to bring me back I’ve looked for loopholes for years so I can get back home to you both, You guys lost one person but I loss both.” He said with tears in his eyes, it was true this entire time was hard for Spencer. Not being there for his daughters birthdays and christmases. Missing your anniverises and birthday it was hard.

“I’m so sorry my Ronnie, you didn’t deserve this. I know I missed your ceremonies and games and I wish I could go back in time to change it all. I’m so sorry, Please accept my apology whenever your ready.” Looking at his daughter and taking in her beauty, he never wanted to hurt her.

She looked liked the both of you and was an even better person than you both. She looked up at her father with tears still falling taking a breath before speaking, “I just missed you so much daddy.” She buried herself into his chest and they both sobbed together.

“My life sucks without you in it, please don’t leave again. I wouldn't know what to do” the teenager begged,

“I won’t baby, I won’t” Spencer said rubbing the top of her head.

“Let’s go home” you said turning the elevator back on. You all headed to the car Spencer getting in the back with Cameron, holding her tightly, you watched them in the rear view mirror.

You had no idea how to feel. You had him back, your husband, your first real love was alive after three years of thinking he was dead. Yet you were still so angry at him and everyone involved for faking his death, especially Hotchner and JJ.

They watched you breakdown at family dinners that they were so kind to invite you to. Barley holding it together until Cameron was in the back chasing the other kids.

Aaron was there a lot, with Jack and Cameron going to the same school, he would take her on the days he knew you couldn’t handle it. You hated them, this all could have been avoided. Why not make us all disappear? Why just Spencer?

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you arrived at the house. All of you hopping out and heading in.

“Go shower and get ready for bed Ron” you said as you took of your shoes and sat your bag down.

“Can I sleep with you guys tonight?” She asked softly looking at you for approval, Spencer allowing you to answer.

“Of course sweetie.” You said as she smiled and headed to the bathroom, you waiting until she closed the door and started the shower before turning around.

“Y/N.. I have no idea about how you feel—“

Before he could finish your anger took over, you had never been this upset, especially with him. You smacked him again before you could stop yourself, and continued to hit him in the chest repeatedly.

His chest was bigger and stronger which made you even more upset, he was here, and you thought he was gone.

“Y/N, Stop!” He yelled grabbing your arms and pulling you into his chest. You fought back but he pulled you into his chest.

“No idea how I feel? It was so hard to breathe without you Spence. Raising a teenage girl who was grieving while grieving myself it was impossible. And you were still here? Jeez Spencer maybe a sign you were still out there?” You cried harder as he wiped your tears falling into his touch. It was like home no matter how upset you were, Spencer could and would always make you feel better.

“I’m so sorry, I hate that it happened this way. I fought y/n, every chance to get back to you and Cameron.” He broke down as you watched silently before you burst pushing him away.

“Not hard enough! Look, I understand it was to keep you safe and it worked and I’m so thankful for that but you weren’t here.

On top of the way Cameron was grieving, I almost didn’t make it without you.” Thinking of her first panic attack since his death and the long hospital visit that followed after. It was when you really saw the effects of grief. Helping her heal was your only priority but it took a toll on you.

Now wasn’t the time for that cause you finally let yourself go and buried yourself into his chest. You were one of the very few people to be this lucky. Your husband was dead but now he’s back and holding you tighter than ever.

“I know that was unbearable and I know I can only apologize. Y/n I promise I will never leave you or our daughter again.

I spent three hundred and seventy eight days away from you and I never want to again. You both are life and I was nothing without either of you.

I even sometimes wish I was really gone. The thought of never getting back to you guy’s consumed me. I’m just glad to be back”

He cried harder causing you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Your heart broke more for him knowing how much he struggled, he lost you both too.

“Don't say that Spencer, you knew you were coming back to us. I’m just so glad you’re home and safe.” you said pulling away to look him in his eyes. Moving to connect your lips, kissing him was always perfect. You fit into each other perfectly. You both pulled away as you heard the shower turn off.

“I love you Mrs.Reid.” He said kissing you on the forehead causing you to smile. You all continued to get ready for bed until you all were finally laying down, with Cameron in between you and Spencer.

This was the first time you genuinely seen a smile on your daughters face. You’re so grateful she has him back that you both have him back.

"Are you going to leave us again?' Cameron spoke up as you all watched the movie together.

"Because I don't think I would be able to handle it dad" her voice broke with a tear falling from her eye as she looked up at her. It was a good question, would he leave again?

"Oh honey, I promise I will never leave you again, it was a mistake to go without you both ill never do it again" he told her looking at you both so you knew too. You smiled at your wonderful husband still in awe at the fact he's home.

Cameron snuggled into her dad laying her head on his chest with you snuggling into her back. You all sat and watched your favorite movie Ron was fast asleep with you following behind. Before you fell asleep you heard Spencer.

“I’m so sorry I left. I love you both so much” as he leaned in to give Ronnie and kiss and then you.

“We love you too” you muttered as your eyes shut with a smile on your face. Having Spencer back was everything you needed.

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moonlight-presence · 2 years

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After the fight (Marc Spector X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationship: Marc Spector X Reader

Words: 4 656

Summary: Marc leaves in the middle of the night without any warning, leaving you worried sick. When he does come back, he is covered in blood and exhausted. You confront him about it, and things escalate a bit...

Warnings: Dom Marc Spector, Doggystyle, A bit of bondage, Rough sex, Blood is involved, Oral sex, Teasing, Begging, Dirty talk, Basically Marc being kind of an asshole because he is scared of confrontation

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You look outside, the moon is high in the sky and, around it, a sea of stars can be seen. The city of Cairo is quite awake even though it´s around midnight, you can see and hear cars, multiple shops are still open and the noise of the crowds is still very much present.

You have been living in Cairo with Marc for a while now. You are a mercenary, just like him, and your latest mission was to raid an Egyptian tomb. You really didn´t know Marc that well before working with him but, after several months stuck in an apartment together, you got to know him more and more. In fact, a couple of weeks ago, you finally decided to act on your feelings and you two had sex. After that, things stayed the same... You occasionally had sex but nothing more. It was as if Marc was too scared to admit something...

It didn´t really matter, though. This was just a bit of pleasure in the middle of such chaos, nothing more...

But now there you were, worried sick because he decided to leave in the middle of the night without any warning. You normally would not care if he left or not, but now everything was different.

Last week, during the raid, things went a bit sour and now you were forced to stay hidden until further notice. Every time you two left the apartment, you were very careful not to reveal much of your faces or identities... And now he had fucking left in the middle of the night on his own. No warning, no explanation note, nothing.

You looked around the area again and suddenly your eyes caught a man running down the street. You watch as he got closer and then, around 3 men, also appeared behind him, they seemed to be chasing him. You squinted your eyes to try to see better and then, immediately widened them as you realize it was Marc.

You gasped and caught yourself from yelling his name- if you revealed your position, everything would go to shit- so you stayed quiet and observed as Marc ran from the men. He seemed tired but he was quite fast.

You followed him with your eyes and watched as he suddenly turned to his left, his path being interrupted by the rapid action. Marc stopped running and put his body against the wall, his chest heaved as he watched his chasers run down the street, completely unaware that he had changed route.

You sighed in relief and tried to catch his attention but Marc simply looked up at you and then proceeded with his run. He disappeared into the street and you immediately went inside, the crowds were beginning to look around and trying to find somebody to blame for the damage Marc and the men had caused.

You paced around the living room, your heart racing as you thought of what you should do next. Should you go after him? Should you stay quiet and wait for him? Fuck, you had no idea.

This was madness... Pure and stupid madness. What was Marc thinking by going out alone and fighting some random dudes? Who even were they? He was supposed to stay hidden and don´t raise too much attention towards you or him. Stupid bastard... Fuck, you really hope he is okay.

Suddenly, you hear noise in the room where you sleep, and your body freezes. You gulp and then grab the gun that was on top of the table next to you, your hands checking if the weapon had any bullets before aiming the barrel towards the noise.

You begin walking towards the room, your heart racing and your hands shaking as you hear a bunch of noise inside. It seems like somebody has entered the room through the window... Fuck, you should have closed that fucking window.

You hear footsteps approaching the door and then it bursts open, you get ready and hold the gun with more force. You hold your breath and then your body immediately relaxes as you see Marc looking back at you.

He lifts his hands in the air and you start dropping the gun, your eyes scanning his face. He has fresh blood on his face and his hair is a mess, it seems to be covered in sand and dirt. His clothes are also quite ragged and he seems to be quite exhausted... You hated thinking how good he looked because now it wasn´t the time for that.

“Are you fucking nuts?!”, you ask with anger. Marc inhales and shows you an apologetic grin, the gum you didn´t know he was chewing showing around his teeth.

“I can explain...”, he said and you rolled your eyes and dropped the gun to the ground. You were so angry at him but quite relieved he was okay.

“You better start right now! What were you thinking, Marc?! Leaving in the middle of the fucking night without any warning?! Running away from those random guys... Is that blood on your face, too?!”, you ask with urgency and he sighs before cleaning the blood with the back of his hand.

“I know you are confused and scared, and I am sorry, but let me explain before you jump to conclusions, alright?”, he says with an annoyed voice and you arch your eyebrows at his audacity.

This man goes out and fights random people and he is annoyed at you? You begin feeling your blood boil at his words, anger clear in your body language. You stay quiet as Marc walks past you, his steps going towards the kitchen. You hear the freezer open and then you look at him as Marc takes out a bag of ice and puts it on his cheek.

You don´t move, your hands are crossed beneath your breasts and your cheeks are flushed by how hot it is. That was the thing you hated the most about Cairo, it was always really fucking hot...

“So? Are you gonna start talking or?”, you ask as he chews the gum with a cocky smirk on his lips. He doesn´t seem bothered by how annoyed you are and that annoys you even more.

“I have just been in a fight, give me a second okay?”, he says back and you roll your eyes and walk towards him. He doesn´t move as you grab the bag of ice and throw it into the sink.

“Hey, what was that for?!”, he finally says without that stupid cockiness.

“Stop being an asshole, Marc! I was worried sick!”, you say, just inches away from his face. He stares you down with an intense gaze, drops of blood still on his jawline. He smells kind of sweaty, too, but you don´t mind that much.

Fuck, you absolutely hate that even when is beaten up pretty badly, he looks really hot. How can you hold a serious conversation when he is looking at you with those beautiful eyes of his? No, you have to focus for a minute.

“You were?”, he asks with genuine curiosity between chews, “There was no need, okay? It isn´t like I am dead or whatever.”

You open your mouth in shock and then give him a harsh push on his chest making Marc back up a bit. He is quite close to the kitchen balcony but you don´t care as you look up at him with murder in your eyes.

“We are being hunted, you fucking asshole! W-we have to stay hidden or we will get killed! Don´t you understand that?”, you give him another push and another, and he simply backs away with every push, “If you died tonight, I would be fucked, Marc! I-if you died tonight, I-I... Fuck you!”

“Calm down.”, he simply says without any emotions, and you grunt and keep pushing him.

“Calm down my ass! Who were those guys? Why were they chasing you?”, he suddenly hits the balcony and you keep your hands on his sweaty shirt, your fingers trembling on top of his chest.

“They worked for the Egyptian police, okay? I went back to the tomb because of something... It doesn´t matter, they found me before I could do what I wanted.”, he says and you frown at his words.

“Marc, you should have told me... We are in this together, you can´t just run off into a suicide mission because of some secretive shit!”, you state and he tilts his head at your words, you see a brief expression of shock on his face.

“I mean, yeah, I get that but why do you care so much? What if I died, uh? It isn´t like we have something going on between us or whatever...”, he says with a monotonic voice.

You feel your heart tighten at his words, your hands still on his chest as he tries to read your face. You don´t want him to know he just hurt you a lot so you drop your gaze towards the ground. You breathe in and shake your head a bit.

“Whatever, Marc... If you want to get yourself killed, be my fucking guest.”, you whisper and then turn around to leave. However, Marc grabs your waist making you stay quiet, “Let go of me.”

“Why are you acting like this? Y/N, what´s wrong?”, he asks with curiosity as you turn your head to meet his gaze. His hands are soft but quite sticky from the dirt on his fingers.

“Nothing is wrong just...”, you put your hands on his chest again and try to fight that urge to kiss him, “Let me go... Marc... Please.”

“Why? You want to say something, don´t you? Fucking say it.”, he says this but removes his hands from your waist gently- you don´t move away from him.

“Stop trying to fucking read me or whatever. You don´t know me, Marc.”

You feel as he brings his hands up your torso, his fingertips brushing your skin as he reaches your ribcage. You are wearing a loose tank-top, quite thin, so he can still kind of feel your skin as if nothing was covering it. Marc gives you small rubs just beneath your breasts and you feel your body shivering.

“I don´t? Really?”, he smirks cockily and then puts his other hand down your stomach. You suck in a shaky breath as he chews the gum while sneaking his hand inside of your shorts, “I know you are fighting yourself from giving in, right now... I know you like when I do this-”

His fingers find your clit, underneath your panties, and he gives it a small rub making you swallow dryly. His eyes immediately glow at the action and he smiles, the gum now on his left cheek.

“I-I... Fuck you.”, you spit back at him but Marc doesn´t seem bothered by this as he continues circling your clit slowly making your entrance get wetter and wetter.

“Fuck you, uh? If that´s what you want..”, he jokes with a cocky voice and you want to punch him in the face.

You look at him one last time and then curse mentally before grabbing his face and connecting your lips. You moan into his mouth and press your body against his, his hand still on your clit while his other hand stays on the back of your head.

You feel him open his mouth to give you more access and then you lick his tongue slowly, the action making Marc move his hand away from your clit. You whine a bit but he simply moves towards your ass and gives it a harsh grip making you gasp.

“I want you... Fuck, jump.”, he murmurs between your teeth and you arch an eyebrow. He squeezes your ass as if signaling for you to jump and you do so.

He immediately grabs your body as you wrap your thighs around him. He spins you and then you feel the cold balcony hit your thighs as you sit on it. Marc presses his boner against your clothed core and you moan softly making him rub again.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you?”, he asks as if it wasn´t obvious that you could. You are still quite mad at him so you stay quiet making him press again harder this time, “Don´t be a brat, answer me.”

“No.”, you say and he arches an eyebrow at your words. You know you have fucked up when you feel him growing very serious.

“Oh? You wanna be like that, okay then...”, he says and then drops to his knees. You feel him harshly taking off your shorts, his fingers basically tearing your clothes apart.

You gasp at the roughness and then almost hit your head on the cabinet behind as he presses his mouth against your clit. You part your thighs on the balcony and feel him suck and lick your sex. Marc puts his hands on your thighs and holds them in place, his mouth working on you with precision and roughness. You moan his name and close your eyes at the immense pleasure you are feeling.

“Oh fuck... Ah... Oh my God...”, you whisper as he licks a long stripe from your clit all the way down to your leaking entrance.

Marc circles his tongue on your tight hole slowly and you bite your lip before bucking your hips towards his mouth. He groans in a filthy way and you feel his nose rub against your flushed bud as he enters you with his tongue.

The blood on his cheeks starts dirtying your thighs a bit but you don´t mind. Something about being covered in dirt and sweat makes the whole experience better.

Marc starts fucking you with his tongue at a fast pace and you let out another moan, your heart racing as he devours you. You know you are getting close so you grab his curls and gently pull at them with pleasure.

“Fuck... Marc, I am gonna cum... Just like that.”, you whisper and then feel that wave of pleasure almost hitting you.

Before you can drown in it, Marc pulls his tongue out making you open your eyes. You see him smirking at you and you tug his hair gently, the gesture making Marc shake his head and get up.

“Uh-Uh, you aren´t in control tonight... Open your mouth.”, you think about it and then do as he tells you.

You watch as he puts the gum on the tip of his tongue and then drops it inside of your mouth. You widen your eyes but start chewing on it before it falls down your throat by accident.

“Hold that for me, will you?”, he pats your head like a dog and you shake your head at him while a small smile appears on your lips. Why does he have to be funny, too? It isn´t fair.

You feel him smirk up at you while you chew his gum and then he puts his hands on the hem of your tank top. You watch as he lifts it from your torso and soon you are completely naked on top of the kitchen balcony. He scans your body up and down with hunger in his eyes.

You lick your lip and part your thighs wider to give him a better view. This seems to make him curse under his breath and palm his cock gently. You look at how his pants are tighter than usual around his crotch and then Marc puts his fingers on your chin and makes you look up at him.

“You know how good I am gonna fuck you tonight?”, he asks with a whisper. You slowly shake your head and he grabs your wrist and guides it towards his erection, “Can you feel how much I want you?”

You give his cock a slight squeeze making him suck in a breath and then you smirk at him. Marc´s face becomes very serious and, without any warning, he grabs your body and takes you off the balcony. He quickly spins your waist so you are facing the wall, your stomach against the counter as he puts his crotch against your ass.

“You aren´t being very good tonight... Arguing with me, not obeying my orders... Touching my cock like that...”, he makes a disappointed sound with his mouth, his breath against your ear and his hands on your throat.

“Yeah? Do something about it then.”, you spit back with confidence. Marc grips your throat with a little more force making you throw your head against his shoulder and then you feel his other hand go down your body, towards your burning core.

“You are gonna wish you hadn´t said that...”, he whispers again in a way that makes your stomach curl. You suck in a breath as he loosens up the grip and then turns your head so he can give you a messy kiss.

You gasp into his mouth as you feel his tongue grab the gum and guide it back into his mouth. While he does this, his fingers find your clit again and he starts rubbing small circles. You moan into his mouth and Marc pulls away from you, his gum between his teeth again.

“I am gonna do vile things to you, baby... I am gonna fuck you until you have some manners.”, he teases between each small circle of your clit. You watch his jawline clench with every chew, his eyes dark with lust... Fuck, you never wanted him so badly before.

“Then do it.”, you tease him back and Marc stops rubbing your clit and immediately begins to unbuckle his pants.

You shiver with anticipation as he drops his pants to the floor and then takes out his hard cock, the tip is already wet against your ass. You moan a bit at the contact and then he puts his hands on your back.

He pushes your torso down and you obey while putting your hands on the counter. He puts his foot between your ankles for you to spread your thighs and you do so, the action making your wetness almost drip down your legs. You can feel your clitoris throb with want.

“Look at this fucking pussy... So wet. So fucking filthy, uh?”, he teases you while gently rubbing your ass. You look behind but he grabs your head and forces your head still, “Did I permit you to look at me? Stay quiet.”

You groan in frustration but look at the wall, your arms trembling as you hold your body up. You feel Marc circle your entrance with the head of his cock and you bite your lip. You really want him to fuck you soon.

“Fucking hurry up...”, you say without really thinking and Marc freezes. You feel the grip on your hair get tighter and that´s when you feel it.

Marc pushes his entire cock inside of you, the action making you arch your back and let out a loud gasp. You don´t even have time to adjust to his size as he begins fucking you roughly, every thrust giving you a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He tugs your hair roughly and his other hand goes to your waist to guide you better. You really want to see his face but all you can do is stay quiet and hear him moan gently. He makes little noises of pleasure that make you go insane but you just close your eyes and take it.

It´s been a while since he had fucked you this roughly and you didn't realize how much you missed it.

“You like that, uh? You like when I fuck you like the brat you are?”, he asks and you moan his name and nod softly.

He harshly pulls your hair and then your whole head moves towards his shoulder again. The change of position makes his cock reach deeper places inside of you and all you can do is moan and whimper a bit. It feels absolutely overwhelming but you are loving it.

You open your eyes and watch as he puts his hand on the cuts on his face. He cleans the blood with his fingers and you don´t understand what he is doing but then you realize his actions as he brings his bloodied fingers towards your breasts. You watch as he cleans the fresh blood on your skin, the image absolutely vile, and you can´t help but moan.

Marc groans against your ear and thrusts harder and harder, his cock almost shivering inside of your tight walls. You look down at the lines of blood around your breasts and then whimper as Marc grabs your boob and squeezes it roughly.

He rolls your nipple and you feel a new wave of pleasure go through you. It´s absolutely insane how good you feel... Everything is on the edge. Your senses are tuned to the maximum, your body is burning hot, your lungs are struggling for air... It´s pure chaos that you can´t escape.

“Am I fucking you good?”, he asks between breathy moans. You bite your lip and nod making Marc go in deeper, “Answer me!”

“Y-yes... Oh my God, yes...”, you moan and he smirks before moving to your other breast.

“Who do you belong to? I want you to tell me.”, he orders and you swallow as he pinches your other nipple.

“I belong to y-you... Fuck... You feel so good, oh my God.”, you praise him, your mind too drunk on pleasure to think clearly. You should be mad at him but, right now, you just want to cum.

“You wanna cum?”, he asks, and then his hand goes down towards your clit. You actually let out a scream when his fingers meet your flushed bud and Marc digs his teeth into your neck.

“Y-yes! Please...”, you beg as he sucks on your skin with roughness. Marc gives the area a gentle lick before shoving your head down again making you stay in the original position once more.

Your head nearly hits the cabinet in front of you but you manage to hold firm. It´s getting quite hard to stay still considering every thrust nearly makes you move two meters.

“Give me your hands. Now.”, he orders and you let out another moan and do as he tells you. You give him your right wrist first and he holds it harshly before gripping your left arm.

Soon, you have nothing to hold onto as he keeps your body up with his grip on your wrists. The position is making your body ache but you are too high on pleasure to care.

“L-let me cum... P-please...”, you beg with a shaky voice.

“I will think about it...”, he says and you let out a loud grunt of frustration, “Say you are sorry. Fucking apologize to me and I will consider letting you cum.”

“Fuck...I-I am sorry... Marc, baby, come on...”, you beg and he fastens his pace. You arch your back at the sudden change of speed and try to fight back the tears that are forming in your eyes. You want to cum so badly.

“For what? Fuck...”, he moans as he feels you tighten around his member. You can feel he is getting close too.

“F-fuck... Sorry for t-talking to you like that... Oh my God...”, you aren´t thinking clearly. You aren´t even sure if you should be apologizing, but you do it to cum. You would do anything right now just to feel that sweet release.

“Hum...”, he simply says and you want to fucking turn around and kick him in the balls but you endure this torture for a little bit longer.

His hands are on your waist, your body dripping sweat, and your heart racing beyond your control. You are on the edge of a cliff, just inches away from falling but he is holding you down. He has the control and he decides when you fall.

Fuck...

“You don´t understand how pretty you look right now... So tight for me. So fucking good for me...”, he praises and you nod rapidly. He does know how to make your stomach flutter, you will give him that.

“Y-yes, so good for you... Marc, please... I can´t hold it any longer. I wanna cum around your cock.”, you tease with filthy words making him curse. You know that is going to make him break.

“So fucking hot. Okay, baby, I think I accept your apology... You can cum. Cum for me.”, he says and you moan in relief and then let yourself go.

You feel your whole body shake with your orgasm, your thighs trembling and your walls contracting around his shaft. You moan his name over and over again, your vision blurry and your ears ringing with the shock. You don´t feel anything except pleasure and it´s absolutely chaotic.

But it feels like Heaven on Earth...

“F-fuck...”, he curses and then he stills inside of you and starts cumming.

You give him a weak moan as you feel his seed fill you up, it´s hot and creates a new sensation on your body. Your legs are about to give out but you do manage to stay in position. All those months of training are finally paying off.

Marc gives you another slow thrust and then stops moving, his shaky breath fills the room as you sense him massaging your back. He gently removes his grip on your wrists and you almost fall.

He catches your body and holds you still while you feel him pull himself off of you. Marc kisses your back and then you turn around slowly to meet his eyes.

“That was... Fuck, I can hardly walk.”, you confess with a small laugh. Marc chuckles and then grabs your legs, your arms going to his neck for support as he carries you towards your bed.

He gently puts you down and you give him a soft smile. His pants are already pulled up again, he must have pulled them up while you were trying to stand up, and his messy hair is now filled with sweat. Despite all of this, he looks so pretty... Absolutely beautiful.

You look down at the dried blood on your breasts and nearly moan at the sight. It looks like he has marked you and, for some reason, that turns you on.

“Get some rest, okay? I am gonna bring you some towels and your clothes.”, he informs but you grab his hand making him look at you.

“Lay with me? Please...”, you ask and he stares at you for a while before doing what you proposed.

You feel him move next to you and you put your head towards his chest, both of you smelling like sex. It´s such a strong mixture of smells but you love it... It feels personal.

You lay there for a while and then Marc speaks, his fingers are brushing your arm gently, “I am sorry... I shouldn´t have said those things to you or left without any warning...”

“It´s okay..”, you say back and he looks down at you, his tired eyes scanning your face.

“No, it´s not... You deserve better than this, Y/N. Much better...”, something about his words makes your heart tighten but you don´t say anything.

Instead, you close your eyes and enjoy this small moment with him. It has been a while since you have felt such peace... Fuck, you have missed this.

In the morning you know things will be a mess again, but you choose not to think about it. You want to enjoy every small moment you have with him before it´s all over... So, right now, all you care about is the way his fingers seem to melt into your skin.

So soft, so gentle... You wish you could feel him forever. You really do...

#moon knight #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight smut #marc spector #marc spector smut #marvel #marc spector x reader #marvel smut #mcu #mcu smut #mcu phase 4 #oscar isaac

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i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy · 2 years

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Obey Me! Side characters as yanderes

TW: yandere, mentions of non-con, manipulation, drugs (?), violence, kidnapping

DIAVOLO

Wants Stockholm syndrome to set in already

He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he will if you try to escape

He just needs to teach you it’s wrong :(

He tried to invite you to him softly, and Devildom royals don’t take rejection well

What did you expect him to do? Let you go

He REALLY wants a family really bad but he won’t do anything TOO bad without asking, after all, he doesn’t want his progress to disappear

He will force gentle affection though, soft kisses to your forehead and warm embraces

He’ll give you a plentiful amount of gifts

Seems to love you so much, but then you remember that he kidnapped you, keeps a tracker implanted in your neck and has Barbatos get rid of anyone who gets in the way

The brothers will try to intervene, but will fail due to the subtle threats thrown at them and realise he is too far gone into his delusion of love

When Stockholm sets in, he will be OVER THE MOON, you can have a little more freedom, with someone he trusts (someone like Barbs) to stalk you, what if it’s an act?

Get ready for at least 2 kids, adopted or biological, he doesn’t really care

Will try to be as loving as possible to you, but lose his grip sometimes when things don’t go his way

They are your choices, play out his fantasy or be injured and beaten into submission

BARBATOS

Sadistic originally

He managed to lure you into his trap with sweet treats and sweeter touches

When you were there, he slowly grew worse

By the time you realised what was happening, it was too late

Deep down he was always like this, but he knew it was wrong, but also didn’t care

After all, he only wanted to show his intense love

He will use your fears against you, scared of spiders, all of a sudden you see them more often, and call him to help you

He loves seeing you need him

Long story short, he wants you to constantly rely on him and feel afraid without him

He will use torture you if you don’t obey him. Depending on the ‘crime’ you commit, punishment will be worse or better, yet always an overreaction

When you try to escape, all that will be heard in the soundproofed room he uses, is you screaming and begging for his mercy and forgiveness.

If that doesn’t teach you, he will do it again, and find a way to make it worse

He would baby-trap you, consensually or not. He would rather have it but if not, he needs you to be his grasp

Knows where you are all the time.

Very manipulative

The brothers wouldn’t know, if he slipped up and they did, trust me when I say they couldn’t do anything

After you are moulded to his wants, he could be the best partner on the surface

But what you don’t see is how he plans every step for you, even when you think you are, how he manipulates you

All you see is a man who loves you

SOLOMON

he seems to get you as another human, well other than the obvious factors

When he takes you as an apprentice, you are overjoyed

He shows you how to defend yourself to basic things, he wants you to be safe

Then he gets a bit worse, after an attack

He realises you aren’t strong enough on your own, he can’t lose you

So he uses a potion on you to make you stronger.

He uses this fact to prove you are in great debt to him, but you can make it up to him on a few dates?

It was fun, but you didn’t feel a spark

He seems angry when you say no, so you decide to say you were joking. Who knows what he’d do?

But he can tell you are lying to him, but continues in the dates

Well he wants you badly

Slowly he started to increase dosage of a certain demon weed in your drinks.

It usually wouldn’t do much. But he changed its genetics using a simple spell you would be able to block, if you knew it was there

Slowly, due to his magic, it increased lust to him, he had picked it within Asmodeus’ circle.

Eventually you couldn’t resist him and fell into his arms

He continues, not knowing the effects of too much, turning you into a zombie like state

He doesn’t mind, at least you do as he says without question

The brothers… those under a pact protect him, and they don’t want to hurt their brothers. Sorry, MC, you aren’t getting saved here

( I had no ideas for him sorry)

SIMEON

This Angel has never felt this so strongly… or ever

You are the one for him, the only one

But he holds up the friends act, he won’t act until he is sure you love him back

But then he sees you talking to belphegor, the one who killed you.

And after you run to him giddy and say you are going on a date with him?! Why him?! You can do so much better

That won’t do, originally he wants what makes you happy. But then again… why cant he be greasy for once

Besides you might feel like Belphegor is the only person who loves you, when you see how Simeon feels, you will say you do too. Then everything will be great! Right?

When he confesses, and you push him away to say you like belphie, he thinks you are putting belphegor.

He thinks the only way to change that is to eliminate him

The holy dagger carried to fend off demon is put to use, through his chest.

He sinned, but nobody would know, after all he was an Angel and demons killed each other all the time. He was too far away for Micheal or The Father to know.

He is your shoulder to lean on, he loves seeing you so vulnerable for him. It makes him smile

That’s when he takes you in his wings and holds you against his chest, blocking your air until you fall limp

When you wake up, you beg for him to let you go but he won’t let you leave

Surprising as it is, he is one of the less forgiving yanderes

He won’t let you outside the garden, except for school. Even there he will escort you though

Why all this protection? Well he wants you to be with him in the celestial realm so that beautiful soul of yours can’t be tainted

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Do you like dead space? The dead space franchise?? Do you want to hear about dead space?

Last year they released a remake for the first game! Anyway my favorite game from the series would have to be dead space 2, I love the new necromorphs and the added lore to unitology and the whole thing with convergence actually being a thing. In the first game released 2008 convergence actually wasn’t a thing yet. All we knew was the marker, the necromorphs, and unitology. Which is honestly why I like dead space 2 so much. I mean also the advanced suit which is literally the coolest fucking suit EVER. Anyway, did you know that the original dead space game was actually gonna be way different? As it is now it’s a survival sci-fi horror where you play as Isaac Clarke, an engineer who is trying to make sure the entire ship (USG Ishimura) doesn’t go under since everyone is either dead or now a necromorph. More importantly he is actually looking for his girlfriend who was a nurse on the ship. How the game was originally going to be was actually how Callisto protocol is. In other words, it was going to be that you were a prisoner, but some sort of infection is going around and turning people into horrible monsters that go and kill everyone else. I’m really glad they decided to not go with that idea, because the whole thing with unitology and convergence with the added PAIN of Nicole (Isaac’s girlfriend) really makes for a great game. Callisto protocol kinda fell flat for me, the weapons were kinda lame and the fighting was a bit jank but the designs were pretty cool. Nothing will ever beat necromorphs though. My favorite of the single body necromorphs would probably be the unitologist slasher, the puker, or the stalker. The unitologist slasher in specific areas doing the unitology hand symbol thing and the fact that their faces are completely obliterated is kind of poetic given what unitology is (it’s the belief that death, conversion to necromorphs, and convergence into a sentient meat planet essentially is the final steps of evolution for humanity when in all reality it is just the brethren moons way of reproducing). I like pukers because of how severely messed up they are, their faces are hollow and their flesh is melted due to the acid they hold their lungs. It’s twisted and malformed and the designs for the legs are absolutely so cool. Stalkers im biased for because I loved dinosaurs, I loved xenomorphs, I mean it’s a human contorted into basically a raptor and it screams at you and looks awesome ITS COOL! But god Isaac Clarke is such a great character. Like I said he’s just an engineer who in the end of it all wants to find and save his girlfriend because he was the one who encouraged her to take the job on the ishimura. Spoiler warning in case anyone was actually reading this and wanting to play the games. Anyway Nicole is dead, even before you start playing she was already dead and Isaac knew that. He received her last transmission, all she could really say is everything was falling apart and how scared she was, but she ultimately decided it was better if she did it herself instead of being turned into a necromorph. Isaac watched Nicole die, the one person in his life that was there for him, that tried to help him, that stayed with him and he loved her soooooooo much, so seeing that transmission kind of just broke him. He pushed it out of his head and refused to believe it. And it just gets so much worse because the marker, the thing that created necromorphs, is capable of creating hallucinations and delusions for people making them more susceptible to being killed, killing, or helping the marker reach the convergence event in order to create a brethren moon. Throughout the game Isaac experiences hallucinations, they get worse and worse until he finally finds what he thinks is Nicole and because he jsut wants her alive and well he chooses to believe it, in the end healing the marker get exactly what it wanted.

Convergence events are triggered by the markers when there is enough biomass. So these brethren moons, are moon sized living beings. They literally farm species. I’m dead space lore, the asteroid that hit the earth and killed the dinosaurs was the red marker. It was designed to take out the dinosaurs as the brethren moons know what they need in a species in order to reproduce a new moon. The marker sends out signals to the species, encouraging growth in intellect, and also creating the internal greed leading to over using the environment and being forced to find new ways to get materials such as going to the stars. This influence is key not only to create an intelligent species but for small cues in their genes to be easily triggered when they have reached their peak. This is when a necromorph outbreak will begin to occur. First, people have to be near the marker. It produces energy signals that are highly desired as it looks to be free energy, so obviously this draws attention and leads to people studying the marker extensively. Then it starts to hit those genetic cues. It depends on the person, but most will exhibit signs of heightened stress and anxiety, hallucinations as well. People who are unable to hold the knowledge of how to create more markers are driven insane, often times becoming extremely hostile as they hallucinate others to be monsters or believe that others are trying to harm them in some other way. It begins with a body, the marker also has something similar to a viral bacteria that it used to create the first few necromorphs. Once there is a dead body in proximity, it takes a bit of time but eventually it can “reanimate” it (necromorphs are NOT alive, they are simple a collection of muscles being moved around, they can’t be killed but dismemberment can stop them) the first few necromorphs are always slashers. They have large blades and strong legs, they can quickly crawl through vents and are quick and good at killing. Once there’s enough slashers around to protect the marker it moves on to creating infectors, those are severely mutilated human corpses, but their main purpose is to speed up the infection. They have a long proboscis that is designed to stab through human skulls and inject the bacteria. With infectors, the switch from human to necromorph only takes seconds. This allows for other forms of necromorphs to be created. It depends on a number of things for what determines what type of necromorph will come from a human, but the marker uses the materials to the best of its abilities. People with somethingike acid reflux may be more prone to becoming a puker, people who have been cut in half or just have a much stronger upper body may become a leaper (leg less torsos that can crawl and jump extreme distances) if the infection is along far enough the marker may begin to attack in other ways, such as creating wheezers (oo wee ooo) that cough up poisonous gasses to kill off any remain in survivors passively. Sometimes a corpse just becomes part of the corruption, which is often seen as meaty growth along the walls and floor of any areas. In the ishimura it blocks door ways, slows people down, grows tentacle like things that can grab and drag people down. It can also work a bit like the wheezers by relaeasing the poisonous gasses but it works much slower than the wheezers do, much more passive stuff. The most dangerous thing the corruption can do is create wall guardians. Humans can be absorbed into the corruption and have a stationary necromorph that can prevent survivors from traversing as easily. They are extremely dangerous and hard to kill without proper weapons. As mentioned necromorphs are dead, all you can do is dismember them to make it so they are unable to attack you so it’s not just an easy one and done shot.

Brethren moons are so super cool. They are the signs of previously powerful species, they are the reason we are alone. They harvest and kill in order to create life for themselves. A brethren moon requires an intelligent species in order to become what it is. They are hyper intelligent hive minds that are all connected. They share the same abilities of the markers but scaled to like times 100. In dead space, there is a level of intelligence that shows itself as the ability to read others minds, or if cultivated act as a hive mind. Every human has the ability to be born with it but it is rare and again one human could have that ability but it is such a low level it will likely never be noticed unless convergence occurs. Isaac Clarke does not have this ability, but he does have the other form of intelligence that makes him much more dangerous and thus more desired by the brethren moons. He is able to withstand the marker signal better than others (that doesn’t mean he can fully withstand it but yknow) which means he is able to have the instructions for HWO to create more markers implanted in his head. But that also means he can defeat the markers plans (if we are going by dead space 3 non dlc ending that means he can also defeat brethren moons but I don’t like dead space 3 very much so im not counting it) the entire idea is built around levels of intelligence, and there’s so many different levels of it. Humans as a whole are smart, but everyone has different intelligences in different areas and I’ve always been really interested in stuff like that

Anyway im gonna go now I have about 385828578385739 more words to say but I need to do other things

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Truth, Dare, or Statistics

Sylvester Dodd x Reader

Warnings: fluff, female reader, bit of self-deprecating talk, Paige outs your crush on Sly

"You should just tell him." Paige's voice startled me out my trance. I shook my head and turned to look at her.

"What?"

She sighed. "You need to tell Sylvester. It would make you feel better."

"Oh no. No, no, no. I cannot tell him! He is a certified genius and I'm just a nobody. Seriously, I don't even know why you guys let me hang around," I said.

Paige sat next to me at the table, laying a hand on my arm. "You are not a nobody. Everyone loves having you around. You are smarter than you think and you help everyone here."

I laid my head on her shoulder, resting my hand on hers. "Thanks Paige. But still, Sly could do so much better than me."

"He really couldn't. He loves you."

I shot straight up and stared at her. "Nu uh. You are kidding me."

Paige smiled. "You're just too busy denying everything to see it. But I see they way he looks at you when you're not paying attention. You're the moon to him."

My face scrunched in confusion. "Isn't it normally 'you're the sun'?"

"How do you look at the sun?" Paige countered.

"I don't. It hurts."

"And how do you look at the moon?"

I sighed, seeing her point. "Like it's the most beautiful thing in existence. But come on, Paige."

Paige shook her head. "Don't you dare. I may not be a certified genius but I can tell when someone's in love."

I shrugged.

Paige patted my shoulder. "You'll see." She ignored my gaze as she stood from the table and walked off. She walked over to the staircase and called up to our friends.

"Guys, break time! Get down here!"

She had a smile on her face as she walked back over to me and pulled me to the couch.

Surprisingly, our friends had listened to her and came downstairs.

"What's going on, Paige?" Walter asked, taking a seat next to his girlfriend.

Paige pulled out her phone and began typing. "You guys have been up there for hours so it's time for a break. I ordering pizza and we're gonna play a game."

"Ooh, what kind of game?" Toby asked.

Paige finished ordering and put her phone away. "We're gonna play Truth, Dare or Statistics."

"What's that?" Happy asked, grabbing a chair from the table.

"It's like basic truth or dare but you have the option to ask for a statistical question. So if it was my turn and I asked (Y/N) "truth, dare or statistic" and she chose statistic, I would ask a statistical question such as "how many women have green eyes". She would give me an answer and if she was correct, it'd be her turn to ask somebody else but if she gets it wrong then I get to make her do whatever I want." Paige explained.

"I like this game!" Toby exclaimed, sitting by Happy.

"I take it I'm in charge of deciding if a statistics answered correctly?" Sylvester asked. He grabbed a chair and moved to sit by me so we were all sitting in a circle.

"Yup. Ready to play?"

The group agreed and the game began. Toby managed to dare Happy to let Paige dress her in one of her outfits and Walter got asked who he was secretly jealous of. (He tried to get out of it but said it was Sly.)

The pizza came after a couple of rounds and we chowed down as we continued on with the game.

We were dying of laughter as Sylvester got dared to sing the National Anthem in falsetto. Finally Paige turned to me.

"Truth, dare, or statistic, (Y/N)?"

"Statistic. Let's see if my random ability to guess numbers works on this."

"What is the likelihood that Sylvester has a crush on you?"

Everything went quiet. I felt frozen as Paige's question processed in my head. I couldn't look at anybody else but Paige, too scared to see what their reaction would be.

"0%. We've talked about this Paige," I answered quietly.

"But you're wrong! Please, I just want to see my best friends happy!" Paige pleaded.

I shook my head and stood up. "Thanks for trying, Paige. I'll see you later."

I started walking away when Sylvester called out. "Paige is right! Don't you want to hear the correct answer?"

I stopped walking and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Sure," I said turning around, faking a smile.

Sly took a deep breath, fiddling with his fingers. "The likelihood that I have a crush on you is not 0%. It's 100%. I've just been too scared to say anything because I thought you could do better."

"Sly, no one could be better than you. You're a literal genius and so so kind to everyone. What's not to love about you?" I walked over to where Sylvester was standing, fighting the nerves.

Sly smiled and took my hand. "So what do you say? Will you let me take you on a date?"

I smiled back and nodded.

"Finally!" Toby yelled.

I jumped and turned to face my friends that I forgot were still here. "What?"

"We've been waiting forever for you two to finally confess." Happy explained.

"The fact that you couldn't see the pining happening was excruciating! I was dying to force you two into a closet till you guys kissed but Paige said no." Toby added.

"Which is why I'm confused you practically forced them to say something now." Walter pitched in.

Paige grimaced. "I know. I didn't want to force you guys to do anything but I didn't want to see you in pain coming up with different scenarios where Sly rejected you, (Y/N). The guys needed a break from their work so they wouldn't get burned out and I saw an opportunity."

I glared at Paige before smiling gently. "Well, thank you I guess. I probably wouldn't have done anything if you hadn't intervened."

Sylvester squeezed my hand and smiled. "At least we know now. No sense worrying about what might have been."

I nodded and leaned against him. "I think we've had enough of a break. Sly, wanna show me what you've been working on?"

Sly nodded and began talking about his project as we made our way upstairs. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at Paige, giving her a silent thank you.

She smiled back and nodded.

#Sylvester dodd #Sylvester #Sylvester x reader #scorpion x reader #scorpion #Scorpion drama series #walter o'brien #Paige #Toby #Happy #X reader #happy quinn #paige dineen #Toby curtis

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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Birthday Girl

Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, unprotected sex

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

Summary: In which JJ decides to give Y/N more than just gifts for her birthday.

You were in the car with Kiara. She was driving you home. She tried to say that it didn’t happen but when you two were at the mall you saw JJ called her and you herd that he asked her to drive you home and just not tell you anything.

Kiara said that JJ called her but she said it was for something else and not that. She was acting pretty suspicious. You didn’t know why JJ had called her to tell her that. You were sure that he was not planning you a party because you asked him not to.

You always felt bad when he spent money on you for gifts and for a party and you asked him to not do any of that this year. Honestly just spending time with your boyfriend and best friends would be an amazing birthday.

Kiara pulled into the driveway and the two of you got out of the car. She walked ahead of you and you just followed behind her. She then stepped aside so you could go in first. You corked a brow and chuckled a little confused at her actions but you opened the door and walked inside.

It was dark inside. None of the lights were on. You reached your hand over in darkness and was feeling around for the light switch until you finally found it and flicked the switch. The lights turned on and it took your eyes a second to re-adjust.

Then all of the sudden a bunch of people jumped out and yelled ‘surprise’ and you jumped because it scared you. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw all of them. Even though you had begged JJ not to do this, it felt good that he had.

Everyone that was there was JJ of course, John B, Pope, Sarah, Cleo, and now you and Kiara. You smiled as you and Kiara walked over to them and the seven of you did a group hug.

“JJ.. I told you that you didn’t have to do this for me.” You said with a smile.

“Well I wanted to babe.” He said smiling back. “You mean so much to me, you’re the love of my life. Why wouldn’t I do this for my girlfriend?” He asked.

“I love you so much JJ. I love all of you to the moon and back honestly.” You said with a smile.

“We love you too.” Sarah said with a chuckle.

“How did you all do this?” You asked with a smile.

“Well Pope got some supplies from his dad, Sarah hooked us up with an amazing cake decorator, Kiara got some food and drinks from The Wreck and she was also in charge of keeping you busy while we set up, John B and Cleo were in charge of games and I basically set up and planned the rest of the party.” JJ said.

“You all really did this for me?” You asked with a smile.

“Yeah of course.” Pope said.

“You’re our best friend, a Pogue, you always do stuff for us on our birthday- fuck you do stuff for us all the time, we wanted to do something special for you.” John B said.

“Yeah you’re such an amazing friend, you deserve this Y/N.” Cleo said. You could feel tears in your eyes and you all had a group hug again. You looked over to the table and saw all the gifts they got you which made you feel even more emotional.

“You guys didn’t have to get me gifts.” You said.

“But we wanted to.” Kiara said with a chuckle.

“Well now that Y/N is here we can get this party started!” Cleo said. You all cheered and high-fived.

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You and JJ finished cleaning up after everyone left. They ended up staying all day until after dark which, you didn’t mind. You actually wanted them to sleepover but JJ said that they could tomorrow because he wanted to be alone with you tonight.

Which you didn’t mind. You honestly liked the idea of them sleeping over tomorrow better because even though you loved being with the Pogues, you did want some alone time with JJ. You and JJ finally finished cleaning up the mess and threw out the garbage.

The two of you sat down on the couch together and he put an arm around you making you smile. He kissed your cheek and you smiled more and did it back making him chuckle.

“Did you have a good day birthday girl?” He asked.

“Yeah it was amazing.” You smiled. “Thank you for the amazing day.” You said.

“I mean it was not all me but you’re welcome.” He said with a chuckle.

“No I know, I thanked them all too.” You chuckled.

“Ok good because they all helped a lot.” JJ said. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed your head. You got up and went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.

JJ followed you out and hugged you from behind then started to kiss your neck. You giggled and bit your lip as he kissed the soft skin.

“I- JJ what are you doing?” You asked giggling.

“Nothing, I just need to give you the other part of your birthday present.” He said.

“I- but-” You tried to speak but JJ spun you around to face him and put his finger against your lips.

“Baby.. don’t talk, just let me make you feel good.” He said as he picked you up and put you on the counter. He spread your legs and pushed up the skirt of your dress. He hooked his finger under your panties and you raised your hips so he could slide them off.

You spread your legs open more for him and he smirked. He got on his knees then licked a long strip up your folds making you moan out. You whimpered and bit your lip as he kept licking up your pussy before diving in.

You gasped and moaned out as JJ sucked on your clit. Your hands flew to his hair and you gently tugged on his hair. You gasped as you felt his tongue moving in all different directions and then you realized that he was tracing his name with his tongue on your pussy.

JJ was always fucking pro at eating pussy. You have had sex before but JJ always managed to make you feel so fucking good, no one else had ever been able to make you feel this good. And he always loved to make you feel good.

You tugged on his hair more as he began to tongue fuck you. You threw your head back against the cabinet as he kept making you feel so good. After a few minutes you felt a knot bubbling in your stomach and you gasped and moaned out. JJ could tell that you were gonna cum.

“You gonna cum baby?” He asked against your pussy.

“Fuck! Yes I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out.

“Cum for me princess.” He said. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble as you came on his tongue. JJ came back up, your wetness coating his lips. The two of you kissed passionately and then he broke the kiss and picked you up making you giggle.

JJ carried you over to the kitchen table and then put you down. He stripped your clothes off and then he stripped his own clothes off. He then gently bent you over the table and positioned himself behind you.

You both moaned out softly as he slowly pushed into you. He always loved to enter you slowly, he loved the feeling of stretching you out. Once he got into you he put one hand on your hip and took his other hand and made a makeshift ponytail with your hair then began to thrust into you.

You moaned out as he slowly picked up the pace but was still being gentle with you. You held onto the table tightly as he thrusted into you again and again. You moans kept getting louder and you felt like your were in heaven.

This was honestly the fucking best birthday gift. He was always able to make you feel so fucking good without fail. You knew that he would probably do something like this for your birthday which… you did not mind at all.

He was now hitting your g-spot over and over again. He also never failed to find your g-spot and he never missed. You moaned out so loudly and you were almost screaming at this point.

“I- FUCK! JJ!” You screamed his name making him smirk. You felt that familiar knot growing in your stomach and you clenched around him, signaling to him that you were going to cum. You could tell he was going to cum too because his thrusts were getting messy.

“You gonna cum pretty girl?” He asked and groaned out.

“Fuck! Yes J I’m gonna fucking cum!” You screamed.

“Come on, cum for me angel.” He said as he thrusted into you faster. With that your legs began to tremble, you arched your back, and your eyes crossed as you squirted on his cock. JJ thrusted into you a few more times and then you felt his cock twitching inside of you as he came, shooting his load deep into your pussy.

He pulled out of you slowly and you laid there on your stomach as you felt JJ’s cum seeping out of your pussy. You and JJ were both catching your breath and you giggled and smiled. This truly was the best birthday.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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[Ghost (Band) | The Dancing (ficlet)]

Smol fluffy TerzOmega from discord that I wrote for my bestest enabler. I don’t remember why. Probably cuz he’s the bestest tho.

Once in a blue moon I am able to meet a fluff quota. The angst that follows usually makes up for me being marshmallow fluff though lmao.

word count. ~1.300 warnings. minimum plot if any, fluff, author chooses to believe Nihil didn’t hate his kids and they have names that aren’t 1/2/3 (Special calls Terzo Vale for Valentino), headcanon that doesn’t line up with IRL (Era 2 and 3 Ghouls are separate people, not the same), Special & Terzo are BFFs, not beta read (if you spot typos lemme know!)

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[i. Crowded]

Omega does his best not to let the disappointment manifest when yet another human catches Terzo as he's trying to cross the room and pulls him off for the next dance. He accepts, to keep up appearances; but, he still gives Omega an apologetic look over his shoulder as he's pulled back into the thicker part of the crowd.

Secondo's Ghouls have taken over a corner to themselves to dance with each other—Air constantly just barely hiding that he's floating and going out to bother Secondo in short bursts, only to be chased back to the corner he takes up with Water. It never seems to bother either of them, as they simply laugh it off. The other Era Three Ghouls got pulled into the dancing sometime earlier in the night and Omega lost track of them—he knows Alpha's skulking on the far side of the hall, doing his best to avoid getting pulled in for another dance. Because he doesn't have the same inclination to say no as Omega.

People ask Omega—or start to. They get close enough to ask him before deciding against it with little more than an unblinking stare. Alpha isn't allowed the same freedom, simply because he knows he has to be on his best behaviour and scaring any member of the clergy is... inappropriate and he tended to come off a bit more harsh than the others. Omega almost wants to tell him to just decline—that he'll deal with any repercussion the Fire Ghoul might face—so maybe people will get bored and leave faster—

He raises a brow when Special sulks around the edge of the dance floor and simply plops down on the floor next to him, knees pulled up to his chest and tail tucked inside of the suit jacket so he can chew on the spade without people noticing.

"I'm surprised you aren't dancing." He'd been remarkably social at the Grammy's—

"Everyone's scared of me." Omega almost doesn't hear him over the music and chatter. But, his ears twitch and he tilts his head a little to show he did hear. Special just puts his head against his knees. "People outside the Ministry don't know. They don't know to be scared and alcohol makes it harder for humans to know something's wrong with me. ... Doesn't work at home, though. Vale usually dances with me at least once, but I can't get him away from people. I tried. It didn't work."

He... maybe forgot that Special came off differently to people than other Ghouls did. As charming and approachable as he was... Omega's heard interviewers and venue staff comment on how unsettling he could be, despite doing his best to be friendly and easily being the most charismatic of… basically any of the band Ghouls.

“... It's not the same, but would you like to dance, with me? At least a little bit? I'll help you get Terzo's attention." Special looks up, giving him a skeptical look that Omega can't say he doesn't deserve, even as he extends a hand to help him up. "You shouldn't use his name in public, you know better."

Special might have something sassy to add; but, he seems to think better of it and finally accepts the offered hand up. Omega lets him figure out his hands—realises he's not used to dancing with people significantly bigger than him—before offering to lead. It's not much different than dancing with Terzo, in Omega's case, just... a little odd. Tense, at first—both of them more than a little aware of attention following them and Special trying hard to ignore the extra attention—but, as the smaller Ghoul start to relax and actually have fun, it... might make Omega smile. Just a little bit.

He might forget, a lot, that Special's probably the most emotionally fragile of the group, despite being the oldest; always setting his expectations as high—sometimes higher—than Terzo did and desperate to fit in when he knew he was different. But, it is nice to see him being a little less chaotic than normal while having fun.

It does work out as he intends. As the song ends and people begin meandering to find new dance partners, they're close enough to Terzo that Omega can give Special a gentle push towards their summoner and offer a tip of his head before he quickly escapes anyone trying to ask him to dance more. Terzo looks surprised and he thinks Special might look the smallest bit guilty; but, he can hear them laughing a few seconds later and Terzo declining other people asking him to dance by pointing out he's already got a partner for the moment.

Omega can be patient. He knows he'll get the last dance and... as much as he wants the world to know it can't have Terzo the way he does, he might be looking forward to a quieter dance without people watching them too closely.

[ii. Quiet]

As much as Terzo would love to just fall onto his bed, he knows he needs to wash his paint off. And get undressed. And wind down from the excessively fried and definitely dead social battery.

Instead of doing any of that, though, he decides on a far more important task and simply falls into Omega, face buried against his chest. The laugh floods him with warmth and safety—amplified when his Ghoul simply envelops him in a secure hug—and Terzo finally raises his arms to let them curl around Omega's torso.

"I'm proud of you for getting through the entire ball."

"I'm glad one of us is." He doesn't mean to grumble. "... Thank you. For letting Special have fun, too. You should have stayed close, so I could dance with both of you."

Omega hums and Terzo simply smothers himself in the reverberation in his Ghoul's chest.

Soothing. Sleepy.

"As much as I enjoy the world knowing it can't have you, I fear I would have become possessive if anyone asked you away after us, etiquette be damned."

Terzo laughs and finally looks up. He's so tired... but this feels right. And necessary. "Well. The world can't be upset if you're possessive now, can it? Dance with me?"

"You need rest." Despite the words, there's the smallest lilt of hesitation in the tone—hesitation that says he does want to dance, reflected in a shared warmth that Terzo feels in his chest that's just making him even sleepier as he relaxes. In the same vein, it makes him that much more determined to stay awake a bit longer and Terzo promptly rights himself, hands easily finding where they normally rest.

"Rest will be inevitable and frequent. I don't get nearly enough time to simply enjoy your company. Please?"

It's a quiet dance, at first—a few practiced, cautious steps just to ensure they have space to dance in the bedroom. An easy transition, especially when a gentle hum begins to fill the stillness, just before Terzo can ask if he should put a record on for music.

He doesn't recognise the melody right away, but it's soothing. Enough that he puts his head back against Omega's chest, only just staying awake as he realises the humming causes a steady, comforting rumble, makes the tune deeper, from his Ghoul's chest.

Safe. Comforting.

He' s only just staying awake because he wants to hear the song. He doesn't want it to end. He wants to ask what it is, but doesn't want it to end.

He hopes he remembers in the morning, because as the song—and, in turn, the dance—slowly come to a stop, Terzo simply lets out a slow breath and lets himself fall asleep with the most gentle nuzzle and prompting from his Ghoul.

I have you, Morning Star. It's time to rest... so you can shine all the brighter through the day.

He hopes he remembers to ask about that, too, because surely he must have misheard.

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