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[writingoddess1125]

The Buggy Twins as Adults pt. 2 🤡 🤡

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• When the guys get their incredibly high bounty they realize quickly- They actually need a crew and ship.

• It was only the blessings of some sick God that was keeping them alive and pure stupid luck. But they needed a ship-

• Which for them was easier said then done.

• In truth Buggy had gifted them a ship when they first set sail- However it burned down after Bee was trying to make a new bomb and it quite literally exploded it his face-

• Which was what lead them to the Marine Base, which was also accidently exploded by you guest it- Bee

• So a ship was needed Pronto

Dee looked over the maps to the nearest village, their small dingy bobbing him side to side as he looked over his compass.

"This is so fucking stupid-" He groaned, looking to his brother who was snoring barely a foot from him. Dee kicking his brother hard on the shin making his twin shoot up in surprise.

"Hey watch it!-" Bee grumbled as he glared at his brother, fixing the hat on his head as he saw Dee glare at him.

"Watch it my ass- We need a real fucking ship yesterday. How come you manage to blow up a damn navel base but can't find a proper ship!?" He screamed as his brother shrugged it off in a lazy matter.

"Lucky!? We have a 500,000,000 berry on our head and no God damn ship! We are fucked"

"Lucky I guess?-" Bee said which made Dee damn near blow a fuse.

"Well maybe we don't have to be-"

Bee said with a smirk as he pointed ahead, Seeing a growing mass right in the distance. Dee's eyes widened at this, looking at the map in confusion.

"Wait- There are no islands for at least another day or two what is that?-"

Bee smirked at this as he winked at his twin.

"It's a floating military base dear brother. Aka our ticket to supplies and a ship-"

• The twins despite better judgment rowed their little dingy to the side of the massive tanker and climbed up- Thanks to Dee's devil fruit abilties.

• Bee whistled at the sight of her, She was hot to say the least- Long red hair and face that was soft and delicate paired with the guns at her hip he wondered if she was good with her han-

• In truth it was far easier then they expected-

• The twins slinked through the ship, Fortunate that they were able to disguise themselves far better as it just required removing their makeup and stashing the fake red nose in their pockets. Deciding shirtless was better since they looked like lazy cadets who had rolled out of bed-

• Snagging a few hats and rushing with other groups they separated. Bee to make a distraction and Dee to find some supplies and hopefully take over the ship.

• Bee walked through the corridors of the ship, hiding in random spots to hopefully get to the helm.

• She turned the corner and he realized she was sneaking around too... deciding that it was best to leave her be.

• He had other things to do anyway-

• Dee went down below and saw that the ship was towing another- clearly a captured pirate ship of sorts. Which ment there was a crew on board.

Going down to the brig he snuck through, his head lowered like some cadet who was terrified. Glancing about he noted the lazed security, sneaking in he didn't see a whole crew but instead a lone guy chained up- each arm chained seperate and he had clearly been well beaten.

"If you're here to try again you aren't getting squat- You hit like a girl" He stranger grumbled-

"No im not a Marine- I'm not going to do whatever they've done to you" Dee said calmly, glancing around to look for keys.

"Is that your ship they are towing?" Dee questioned, the man glancing up and he saw yellow for a split second.

"Yes?.."

"If I get you out of here, can we all use your ship to go? Me and my brother need one" Dee admitted, feeling like honesty was the best option.

"Whats you and your brothers name?" He questioned.

"Dee and Bee... the Buggy Twins" He heard the man snort a laugh at this and nodded in agreement to the terms.

Dee stared at the man, Hesitant for only a moment before pulling out two pins from his hair and cracking the cage open. Starting on each arm of the chain to get him out, till pausing when he felt cold metal touch his head.

"Woah Woah-" Here helping Dee said calmly, glancing to see some red head girl pointing the gun at his face.

"Hold it Vi- He's with us.." The black haired man said quickly.

"Besides I'm Bullet Proof so let's lower the gun. We can all board the ship and get out of here before we get executed? Sound like a Deal?" Dee said quickly.

She lowered the gun quickly and sighed- "And here I thought you were anti-social Alu.." She said with a roll of his eyes. "This is Vivian, my gunner and hopefully first mate" The prisoner introduced as Dee finished taking off his final restraints.

The red head rolled her eyes "In your dreams... and Let's go-"

• The trio ran through the corridors. Hiding whenever solider passed them by and keeping low-

• However it seemed they were having better luck then the other twin. While had found himself at the haul of the ship all right- along with the Vice-Admiral of the ship.

"H-Hey There Cap just passing throu-" She cut him a look and held a hand up up.

"That is by far the worse get up of a pirate sneaking on my ship... are you stupid?" She questioned.

Bee stared at the Vice-Admiral watching as she pulled a sword and glared at him, noting he didnt even have a chance to lie.

"Fucking Pirates.. getting lazier by the day" She hissed at his idiocy, blade raised already to cut him down but he held up his hands with a dazzling smile.

"Woah Woah- before you off me Wanna see a magic trick?" Bee said with a wink making the women look at him comfused- Before in less then a second he pulled put 3 balls suddently and tossed them her way, her immediate reaction to swipe them away with her sword that was till mid air she saw the skulls painted on them.

"Shit-!"

BOOM!-

• The trio jumping from the massive ship to the lower towed away ship- As they Fell Vivian shooting at the rope connecting them to seperate.

• As the exposition hit the trio heard it and the alarms that rang out. Dee grabbing the two of them quickly already knowing it was his twin

• "MOVE Move!" He yelled as they went to the back of the ship were the smaller pirate vessel was being towed.

"GO GO! NOW!" Vi screamed as the three started to set sail to get as far away as possible.

The Marines seeing this as the sounds of Marines yelling 'THE PRISONER IS ESCAPING' Sounded and gunfire rang out from the Marines trying to shoot at them.

"DONT FORGET ME YOU ASSHOLES!" Bee screamed as the Marines shot behind him- soot covering his face as he clearly was caught in the explosion. Swan diving onto the smaller ship face first into solid wood. But it was better then being shot at!

• The prisoner helping the other blue haired teen to his feet-

• "Did you cause that fucking explosion?" He questioned as the twin of the man who saved him groaned and nodded.

• "Not spooky dude.. Alucare.. Dracule Alucare" He dark haired man grumbled, pushing back his dark locks as he looked at the twins. Both seeing the undeniable yellow eyes of the famed pirate lord son.

• "Damn right spooky dude.." Bee groaned out, The prisoner sighing as he helped him up.

• Canon fire rocking the ship as they all yelled and tried to stay put. As the ship groaned and creaked from the attack- Vivian jumping up quickly to help set the sails to get the ship moving faster.

• "Dracule? Like Mihawk? Holy shit dude your dad is like super famous!" Bee said in shock, Alucare shrugging at this. "Same goes with you.. The Buggy Twins, sons of a Yonko and having 500,000,000 Berry for the both of you. Not bad" The two men nodding in agreement of fluffing egos.

• Vivian rolling her eyes at both of them.

• "Wait how were you even arrested? You and your family are kind bad asses?" Bee questioned amused, The dark haired man sighing heavily.

• "Better term would be hunted down-" Alucare grumbled, rolling his shoulder with a heavy sigh.

• "Hunted? By who man!?" Bee yelled, Alucare glancing back at the massive ship thay they were sailing away from- Clearly the explosive damage from the Buggy Twins forcing the Marine Boat to stop for repairs completely and forcing the pirates to sail on woth minimum damage.

• "By her-" Alucare explained as he pointed out to the massive ship and the person who was clearly fuming standing at the front of the ship, Dressed in ger vice admiral uniform she glared hard down at the group of small time pirates- Fist clenched over her sword as she knew it was foolish to chase them.

• "The youngest and probably most brutal Vice-Admiral in history.. Lyra Beckman-" Alucare said with a hearty sigh- Bee jaw dropping.

• "WE FINALLY HAVE A CREW!" Bee yelled as the rest stared at the Clown, even Dee rolling his eyes.

• "Fuck dude-"

• "Fuck indeed... Now let's get some distance before she decides killing me is more important then ship repairs"

• They all agreed and began to haul ass away- until they were sure they were safe enough from the ship and it was a dot in the horizon. Vi glaring at Alucare before tossing a wrapped bundle at him, Opening it to glance and see some clothes and his sword.

• "Don't expect me to rescue you again-" She said shortly. Alucare brushing her off as he went to get changed.

• Bee took note of this- A swordsman... a Gunner.. his brother as a Navigator-

• "We are not a crew!" They all yelled at him.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #dad buggy #buggy twins #Buggy!children

[tmntxthings]

I've been rereading the love potion series and it got me wondering, how would the other turtles (since you did Mikey's reaction already) would be to a y/n under the potion's spell?

Would y/n be clingy and lovey-dovey? Or flirty and just a big tease? Or maybe even shy and just wants cuddles/physical affection?

I'm really curious ^^' sorry for the ramble

Love Potion: Roles Reversed

author’s note: it’s finally happening :D, I’ve gotten so many requests for y/n’s time to shine under love potion with dee, lee, & raph so here we go, I hope you all enjoy

warnings: cursing, established relationships, kissing, fluff, unedited

> mikey’s y/n under love potion influence <

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Raphael

So clearly, he had left the glass on the counter unattended because he was whisked away by his brothers getting into a spat, BUT in his defense he clearly labeled the drink as his and for no one to touch, much less drink.

Yet when Raph came back into the kitchen the drink aka love potion was empty. Now why was he in possession of such a thing? Weird shit happens! And even weirder shit has so let’s leave it at that! It totally wasn’t because he was supposed to be the responsible turtle and Señor Huseo asked him to keep it safe for a day.

Raph looked into the empty glass with a shrinking stomach. He had one job! Leo would say his ‘chasm’ was getting bigger. “Shit!” He groaned, who could have possibly— the first suspect was obviously LEO! But he had just been with him, breaking up a stupid argument with Donnie… so was it Mikey??

Raph would’ve exited the kitchen in search for the youngest turtle if he hadn’t heard a hiccuped giggle. His brow bones came together in confusion as he rounded the island counter and crossed his arms at the sight of you, slouched on the ground, a giggling mess, “Y/n!!” He exasperated and watched as you lulled your head to the sound of his voice

Your eyes crinkled at the sight, “Raphieeeeee” you squealed, making grabby hands at your boyfriend. “I don’t even have to ask, but just to be certain, did you drink from the glass that was clearly labeled to ‘not’ drink?” You nodded quickly, still smiling up at him as he sighed. “Wanna tell me why???” he asked. You weren’t a rule breaker!

“The label was on the back of the glass! I didn’t see before it was too late,” you pouted. Your hands falling to your sides as you realized he wasn’t picking you up. The excuse sounded plausible, but Raph had been pretty darn sure he had the glass facing the right way. Another sigh left his lips.

“What am I gonna do with you?” His smiled despite himself, placing a hand atop your head and ruffling your hair. “Raphhhhh!” You whined, not wanting him to mess up your hair even though you liked his touch. Like really really liked his touch. More so than usually and your hands grabbed onto his wrist tugging down his hand for you to nuzzle your cheek into his open palm.

He coughed, his other hand covering his mouth as he blushed furiously, watching you nuzzle cutely into his hand. “Y/n! Stop that, you’re under a love potion, that wasn’t just some cool looking soda,” Raph explained. You wanted to be surprised but it made sense, and if the world was crazy enough to have yokai and mutants, love potions weren’t that wild.

“C’mere, let’s get you off the ground and home, I’m sure it’ll wear off in a bit.” Raph was hopeful that it would…

“No!! I’m not going anywhere. Especially not home!” You said, holding onto his hand even tighter and giving him big sad eyes that rivaled Mikey’s puppy dog ones. “Okay okay, but you ain’t staying on the floor!” He appeased you, then promptly picked you up like you were nothing but a leaf.

He carried you with care of course, Raph was a gentle-turtle. Now you were just snuggling into his plastron and he had to hold in satisfied churrs. “Raphie-pie, can I just stay in your arms forever?” He shook his head, that was the first time he’d ever heard such a nickname! “I doubt I’m that comfortable,” he joked and you went on to say his arms were the comfiest place ever!

Raph was in for a week of snuggles, cuddles, and embarrassing nicknames!

Leonardo

“What’s that?” You asked as you watched Leo pour a pink fizzy liquid into your designated cup. He jumped at the sound of your voice almost spilling the drink. “ACK! Y/n! Give a turtle a warning huh?!” You smirked at his dramatics, “Thought you were a ninja?” You teased and he fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

“The best ninja, actually, and I was concentrating!” He clarified. Then presented you the drink. “This my dear Y/n, is a love potion. And before you say ‘LeO tHaT isN’t rEaL’ it was brewed, before my eyes, by a witch!” You eyed the drink carefully, not taking it from him. “Ohoho! So you believe me!!?” Leo’s smirk grew bigger.

“Well.. I know New York is full of crazy, but it does sound like bullshit. Something out of a movie..” you took the cup. Giving it a closer analysis and even going as far to sniff, trying to see if it was just strawberry fanta. “Today, we make history! Y/n finally believes whatever I say ahahahaha!” Leo joked, bumping into your shoulder with his and making the drink slosh around.

“So.. you gonna drink it??” He said, giving you eyes that said ‘if you don’t I’ll make fun of you forever.’ You narrowed your eyes, “this isn’t really a love potion is it?” You wanted confirmation but Leo shrugged, watching you carefully with a crafty smirk. You scowled and went to put the cup on the counter, you weren’t stupid and whatever was in the drink was something that would entertain the hell out of your boyfriend.

“Chicken!” He squawked immediately and you whipped your head around glaring at him. “You spit in this?” His mouth dropped, “What?! No that’s gross!” He said defensively. “Is a bug in here?? Or some other embarrassing thing?” You gave him a pointed look and his sighed loudly.

“I’d never do that to you. To my brothers, yes. But to you? Ne-ver! Pinky swear~” he held out his third finger. “So you want me to drink a love potion?” You said as you rolled your eyes and hooked your pinky around his green appendage. “Yes! C’mon it’ll be fun!! Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, d—“

“OKAY!” You yelled, effectively shutting him up and he bounced up and down excitedly, letting go of your pinky. You gave the drink another wary glance and decided it was most likely not real… and drank a sip. He booed and you groaned as you downed the whole thing in one go. He whooped and cheered happily, giving you a bright smile and leaned in super close.

“How do you feel?” He said making sure to maintain eye contact with you. You smacked your lips at the taste, it wasn’t half bad, and when your eyes snagged onto his it was like time stopped. Leo was your boyfriend, of course you loved him. But this feeling, it was like everything had multiplied by a thousand, no a million! You blinked as a furious blush overtook your face, it was hot! And Leo was so close and all you wanted to do was plant your lips on top of his!

You backed up, staggering and shaky. “I don’t know!” You managed and he followed you, not giving you room. “Did it work??” He said giving you a curious look. “Outta the way!!” Mikey bellowed as he hauled shell into the kitchen, he was hungry and wanted to fix his lair famous pizza. Yes he sometimes made pizza when the pizza funds were running dry! When your eyes left Leo’s to look at Mikey, the blue clad turtle quickly grabbed your face.

“No no no, you gotta look at me!” He declared and stared even harder into your eyes. Mikey paused, giving the two of you a weird glance as he shuffled around the kitchen for pizza supplies. “Uh, what’re you two doing??” He asked but he wasn’t overly curious, his mind was still just on food. “Couple stuff, mind your business! And don’t look Y/n in the eyes!! It’ll ruin all my hard work!” Leo said but made no move to look elsewhere.

“Let go!” You squeaked, your face felt too hot, like you might pass out! You were sure you looked like a tomato but Leo wasn’t the type to give in. “Maybe it just takes awhile..” he guessed, still staring, and his hands were starting to brush your cheeks, he could feel how hot your skin was. Luckily his hands were cool to the touch. “Leo it worked okay let me go!” And that was all he needed to hear, “I knew it!! So you do feel something??? Do you love me ten times more than usual??”

He was grinning like a loon, and tugging you out of the kitchen. This touch was more acceptable and you squeezed his hand, unknowingly nodding your head to all his questions. You couldn’t really focus, all you knew was that his touch felt nice. And you didn’t really want him to let go, at least not from your hand.

Leo was in store for lots of handholding, (which usually you weren’t a touchy person) and you showered him in compliments, very much a words of affirmation type. You didn’t really want to leave his side, but if you did go topside it was because you wanted to see his face light up from a gift you had picked out especially for him.

Donatello

You knew the risks of trying your own love potion. You were a witch after all. But you had expected to be alone and wanted to see if the effects wouldn’t well affect if you didn’t make eye contact for a day!

You had movies in store, a whole day to just veg out! But after a couple of movies, you maybe sort of forgot about the no eye contact when your boyfriend Donatello opened up your window with ease. You usually left it unlocked for him, and he knew that so came and went as he pleased.

“Y/n! You’ll never believe what I just invented, it shall change this humble town- no! The world!!” He cackled like the mad scientist he was. You smiled, happy to see your purple turtle and gave him your full attention. But as soon as you met his excited gaze, your eyes widened with realization as you felt the side effects take place.

“Oh sweet Merlin!” You groaned and after you blinked you were up, moving your limbs, well struggling to move away from Donnie. “What? Where are you going?!” He hollered after you as he followed you throughout your apartment. “Dee, you may want to go,” you said through gritted teeth. You did not want him to go, not at all, and it took you biting down on your tongue for you to not take back your words.

You calculated that only a few hours had gone by since you had drank the potion, and it work so well that it felt like you had only took a sip just a few seconds ago. You wrote that down in your little notebook that had been left on the kitchen counter. Meanwhile Donnie was overthinking. You wanted him to leave? But why? Had he done something? He was looking at you with a dejected expression. Maybe you weren’t interested in his inventions anymore… maybe you weren’t into him anymore.

The look on his face had you breaking. “I’m sorry, really Dee I took a love potion for research reasons and I’m feeling the affects right now, I wanna jump on top of you but I know you won’t like that so I—“ Your explanation had him breathing out in relief.

“Well, I don’t know if I can handle you climbing all over me, but I can hold your hand,” he offered and you were at his side in two seconds flat. Holding his hand and breathing out your own sigh of relief. He pulled you to your couch in the living room, “Now as I was saying!” He cleared his throat on of his robot arms bringing out his invention while another setup a projector.

He had a whole PowerPoint ready, because unlike most others, you wanted to know about his work in depth and he loved being able to go all out to explain! You were all “whoa!” “so cool” “but what about this?” “oooh how about adding this!” Throwing in a few, suggestions about how you could do this or that with your magic.

You weren’t letting go of his hand anytime soon. Donnie was in for a week of more touch than usual, definitely more quality time together, and you wanting to give him all the magical charms you could conjure. “But Donnie, my love, this one is for protection! And this one is for strength, and this one is like a stress reliever,” the list went on and on and usually he could decline such magical offerings but you were quick to tears under the love potion influence so he reluctantly accepted your gifts even if they were magical. Even if he had tech protection that also helped with strength and had other ways that his tech could surely help with relieving stress.

#rottmnt x you #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x gender neutral reader #rise leonardo x reader #leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #donnie x reader #rise raph x reader #raph x reader #tmnt fandom #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #raph #donatello #donatello hamato #leonardo hamato #raphael hamato #mikey #michelangelo hamato #rise turtles #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt headcanons #rise tmnt headcanons #rottmnt fluff #love potion #tmnt request

[cantdothis-nomore]

IMAGINE JUST BEING A NORMAL PEROSN THEN ONE DAY GETTING RANDOMLY CHUCKED INTO DEMON SLAYER TO FIND YOUR SOULMATE WHOS NAME IS ON YO WRIST!

MUICHIRO TOKITO X FEMALE READER

HEADCANNONS

You'd just be a normal person just like me and you just be walking to school head bopping to some good music, cross the road, look up BAM

DEAD? NAHHH

You wake up in a little old cabin beside a mountain and who does that cabin belong to?

UROKODAKI

Who is obviously quite interested by the sight of you and the things you are carrying

You explain everything to him and he doesn't sound like he believes you but just goes with it because he slays

Anyways

You train under urokodaki for agesssssss and meet little old Tanjiro and cute little nezuko

You two train together until final selection where you split off but come together to fight the mutated demon

You both make it through final selection, choose your ores and are off

Time skip to meeting Zenitsu and Inosuke

Zenitsu thinks your really weird 99.9% of the time and inosuke just don't care he more interested in the fight

During the fights with the demons in the house you find out different forms you could do without practising

And whoop dee doo one of those happen to be mist breathing, around that point your wrist starts to form causing tanjiro to have to slide in and end the demon before you take a deadly blow

You roll up your sleeve and see the name "Muichiro Tokito"

You obviously having no fricking clue what that signifys just gets on with your life

Time skip againnnnn

You and tanjiro are laying in your futons in the wisteria house neither of yoy being able to sleep after wrestling Zenitsu to sit the hell down and sleep and he asks you about your soulmate

Obviously your confused and he rolls up his sleeve and shows you the name on his wrist "Kanao Tsuyuri"

You show him yours and you both marvel over them together

Anddd another time skip to meeting the hashira because this is getting longggg

You find out that your soulmates a hashira and train twice as hard as to get his approval

You don't inform anyone of your name though, as you don't want him to find yoy in your weak current state as a lower rank slayer.

You train day and night with tanjiro both determined to get stronger for your soulmate

Eventually you talk to muichiro and he is very distant at first and drifts off more then talks

After a couple times he eventually comes to talk to you willingly and comes to help and watch you train.

To everyone's surprise including your own he asks you to become his tsuguko.

You stay at his estate whilst training under him and you both grow closer

Whenever you are seen anywhere around muichiro is normally only a couple steps behind or beside you

Mitsuri begins to tease you after a little while saying how he prefers to be around you then any others

To which you splutter a weak string of protests as she giggles at your failed attempts at hiding your attraction to muichiro

After being around the different estates for a while you realise how much you have adapted to this world After literally being chucked out of your world into this one

You began to feel homesick as tears gathered in your eyes at the thought of your family looking for you.

But then you led those thoughts onto your family here, inosuke, zenitsu and tanjiro were all like brothers to and nezuko and mistsuri like sisters and then there was muichiro who you really didn't know what to think about currently

You broke out of your trance as you heard the crunch of feet on the fallen leaves behind you

You whipped your head around to the source of the noise to find muichiro walking towards you and sitting next to you on the ground

You both sat in silence for a little before he turned towards you and tugged up your sleeve before letting out a little whispered 'I knew it' and pulling back down for you

You both just sat there in silence again for a little before you felt a weight on your shoulder and turned to see muichiro resting lightly on your shoulder his eyes closing slightly by the minute

Yoy rested your head ontop of his gently and closed your eyes too letting the rays of rising sun shine on you

You were just slipping off into little dreamworld when yoy felt something soft in your hand

You looked down to see you and muichiros hand interwined and his eyes now back open as he watched the sunrise

A singular sentence escaped him

"There is no-one I'd rather have as my soulmate then you"

Should I continue thissss?

I actually really like it for once! Let me know what you thinkkkkk

#anime and manga #demon slayer #x reader #muichiro x reader #kny muichiro #kimetsu no yaiba #muichiro tokito #tokito twins #soulmate au #soulmates #muichiro fluff #demon slayer muichiro

[yandere-metal-family]

Foreign Girls Can't Survive In Russia

Summary: You happened to be embarrassed because of a language barrier between you and your history teacher.

You hadn't been paying to much to the class, since you weren't on the friendliest terms with the teacher, but maybe you could have been paying more attention to him when he was talking.

"Y/n!"

You instantly perked up when hearing your name.

"When did the Russian ____ begin?"

But you hadn't understood what he said in the middle of it. You were starting to feel stupid as you stared at him, confused, "I'm sorry. I don't understand?"

"What do you not understand, Y/n?"

"Are you saying War or Revolution?"

"What do you think I said?"

You could feel everyone's eyes on you. You had never messed up or been confused by the language, or at least you haven't since you became fluent in it. He had just been talking so fast that you hadn't been able to keep up.

Dee felt bad for you. He never liked the teacher all that much, but he hated him even more now. He didn't know why the guy was making your life difficult over a simple miscommunication. He pulled out some paper and wrote 'Revolution' on it, before putting it on the floor and sliding it towards you.

You felt something hit your heel. You looked down and in familiar hand writing that said 'Revolution.'

"You meant the Russian Revolution that began in 1917 during World War I?"

He groaned and moved on, seeing as he wasn't going to be able to embarrass you further. You looked back towards where the paper came from to make eye contact with Dee.

----

You took a longer time to get your stuff, watching Dee. When you saw him get up to leave, you quickly stop him.

"Dee right?"

He looks at you as if that was a dumb question and you suppose it was a dumb question.

"Thanks for helping me out there. I was dying," you chuckle, but he wasn't so you were starting to feel awkward. Maybe he only helped you so that the class would move on.

"Yeah you were," he smirked, making you feel a little more comfortable.

"Yeah, I don't know what his problem is. It's like he hates me."

"It sure seems like it."

"Sorry, I'll go. I feel like I'm in your way."

"No, it's fine. Do you want to walk with me?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm surprised I've never really talked to you. How long have we shared classes?" You asked, not really expecting an answer.

"For a few years, actually."

"Oh. Well, I can be pretty dense."

"I've noticed."

"Well, I'll make sure to notice you more."

"What a delight." He remarks, smiling to himself, while watching you walk ahead.

#Dee #Dee Metal Family #Dee Schvagenbagen #Yandere Dee #Yandere Dee Schvagenbagen #Yandere Dee x Reader #Yandere Dee Schvagenbagen x Reader #Dee x Reader #Dee Schvagenbagen x Reader #Yandere Metal Family #Metal Family #Metal Family x Reader #Yandere Metal Family x Reader #Metal Family Dee x Reader #Metal Family Dee #Dee Metal Family x Reader

[silkythewriter]

Silky,dear... if you don't mind, could you please do a headcannon for Dee with strawberry s/o. She's so cheerful,kind and understanding ❤️ please. I love your blog,And I've admired you for a long time😭✨

❤︎︎“I love everybody because I love you”❤︎︎

Warnings: might be a bit OOC! Haven’t written about him in awhile I apologize!

Fandom: metal family!

Author note: HIHI!!! OMG TYSM?! UR SO SWEET (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃AHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST TYSM!! please request again this was absolutely AWSOME to make

Summary: Your boyfriend Dee, was one hell of sight, but with you happily walking with a cheerful bounce with him you can imagine the stares you get for the contrast. One doll of a person and then the blond who almost looked straight out of the dead with his dark eyeshadow.

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

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“I love it when you look my way”

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

The contrast between you and him is like day and light, and when you both come strolling by weather that be passing by the local convent shop. Or making a quick stop to a store that’s peeked your interest, eyes were bound to wonder. The stares were noticeable, but you guys have gotten use to it, cause your love for him couldn’t be dented by a pair of curious eyes.

Your personality peeked his interest, I mean who could be this kind and caring??, no less to just some normal people who haven’t impacted you in any significant way. It just made him…confused? (-∀-💦)

The way your kind eyes stared at him Tugged at his heart in an alarming (at least to him) way! The blush that spreed across his face the first time you gave him a sliver of kindness was to much for him.

Your cheerfulness always brightened him up especially after tough interactions with glam. Railing up and you being the only one to comfort him back to his collected self. And even if he doesn’t vocalize it he is very much grateful <3.

You make it point to make him feel understand-ed and would never make him feel alienated by his interest un like some un kind people. You let him rant about his newly found obsession or just show off a new skill he learnt.

Even small things like you congratulating him on a good score he got, or maybe for remembering the smallest thing, even commenting on his intelligence. It’s not like his teachers, just thanking him for being the only knowledgeable student, but instead asking more questions to learn more about the topic, and really see how much he knows. And though he doesn’t like being bombarded questions he deems stupid, when it comes to you it makes him like seeing the shock and awed look you give him. Can you blame him? Not only is it adorable but he likes showing off in front of you.

He would rather be dead then admit this but he loves the way you smell like strawberry, he would take this to his grave before admitting this he finds it embarrassing ( =ω= )

Let’s you do his eye shadow only because of how delicate and caring you are with it, you always make sure to take your time so you don’t hurt him little moments like that is what he absolutely adores about you!

I feel like he gets easily flustered by physical touch so whenever your get happy just by seeing him and hug him you can look up and see him red as a strawberry (≧◡≦) ♡

Whenever he goes shopping in the off chance he has some money to spend after he’s done grabbing some clothing he always makes sure to drop by your favorite store. Weather that be a cute accessory story, or a small bakery you might have said you enjoyed, either way he always makes sure he has left over money. So whenever he has a bag filled of random darkly colored clothing only to walk into a store and buy you some pink clips for your hair you can imagine the cashiers surprise. Dee though a bit embarrassed doesn’t care much it’s worth seeing your bright smile at the small item.

Heavy absolutely ADORES you! Literally bouncing off the walls when you come walking in with his brother. He was at first taken a back from how much polar opposite’s you and Dee are but quickly got over it after realizing how sweet you are!.

Heavy definitely teases Dee jokingly before running off after Dee’s had enough you get to sit as you see them bicker you find it amusing but always make sure to help Dee calm down! ( ´͈ ◡ `͈ )

Secretly has the same perfume brand you use and sprays it on his bed or around his room at night because it reminds him of you and comforts him but I didn’t tell you that! (▰˘◡˘▰)💦

He gets jealous easily especially when everyone gets so quickly comfortable with you cause of your inviting personality, he dose poorly to hide this but also hates being called out for it especially by his brother.

But just by you hugging him and saying comforting words makes it all go away, you just know how to make him melt in the best possible way.

But with that all said you basically have him wrapped around your little finger. And though he hates to admit it, he wouldn’t have it any other way <3.

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ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

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[thisismeracing]

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Being a Formula One Driver had its perks, from obvious and big things such as traveling everywhere to not-so-obvious and small things like having your hair stylist travel to you when you needed them. After becoming an adult and famous, it took Lewis a couple of years to come to terms with his hair, how to style it, how to take care of it, and how to embrace the texture and volume. He felt finally whole when he reached that point, one where meaningless comments on the internet wouldn’t make him rethink his path, goals, and achievements. Of course, comments hurt, but being comfortable with yourself helped, and that was something Lewis learned.

****

“Who’s Dee, by the way?”

“It’s Aiyden, my little brother. I call him Dee,” you explain before adding, “He’s finishing a Chemistry project with a few friends at school. He was tempted to skip but gave up after a pep talk on how school is important, and I would take forever doing your hair just so he could see you.”

Lewis nods while you explain, and then he’s chuckling just like minutes ago.

“I don’t mind waiting for him with you,” he winks.

You’re not sure if he’s being friendly, funny, or flirty, but any of these F words coming from the black guy in front of you are surely making your heart skip a beat.

****

Saturday was even more of a rush, you almost didn’t see Lewis, but he texted before and after quali. So when Sunday came you were still trying to navigate the whole paddock thing, but a bit more comfortable about it. Aiyden was still acting as if it was his own version of Disney land and it was his first day discovering the adventure world. You were loving it for him, of course.

“Nice outfit,” Lewis whispers right beside you, catching you off guard and making you jump in surprise. You were in a corner, just texting a friend, and checking your next few appointments while Ayiden went to meet Charles and you thought Lewis would be there until he came back, but it wasn’t the case.

“You’re sneaky,” you chuckled, straightening your instance and looking into his face only to notice he was already staring at you.

“You look cute when you’re focused,” he winks, before adding, “and when you’re scared too.”

“You look cute when you joke like this,” throwing back at him you didn’t expect for his brows to furrow in confusion.

“You think I’m joking?”

“Aren’t you?”

Lewis giggles. He giggles and you can’t help but smile with the sound and the way his lips part while his eyes squint. “I’m not.”

“You’re not?!”

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[ethereallocs]

I Will Break You (Chp 2.)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen (Pirate) x Fem OC (Mermaid/Siren)

Word Count: 2,116

Content/Warning(s): !!18 PLUS!!, Non-Con/ Dub-Con, Violence, Masturbation, p in v penetration, taking virginity, Choking, Descriptions of Blood/Violence, Abduction, Obsession, Toxic.

Author’s Notes: This is set within The Golden Age of Piracy (1650 to 1726). I don’t know why I thought of this, but I think the best stories are the ones that just pop into your head. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 2.

After such a gruesome transformation she had become “human” her webbed fingers were now separated. Her sharp talons were now dull and thin. Her skin was pale and flawless and the gills on the side of her ribs were gone. She was now completely exposed to Aemond and seeing her this way only made him want her more. He held her tight while she shook uncontrollably in his arms. He could tell this was traumatic for her but he also knew that the small comfort he provided would make her more subservient to him. The crew call “LAND HO!!” and he knew he was back home.

He wrapped her in linens and when they were fully docked he quickly whisked her away and placed her in a room with a small window. So she could see the ocean, but it wasn’t big enough for her to try and make an escape. He place her on the bed and chained her wrist to a the bedpost. She was exhausted and had passed out on the way there. He looked at her face so pure and unknowing. She had no idea what kind of man he was. How cruel and cold he could be but she would soon find out. His calloused fingers grazed her soft cheeks and those supple lips. He felt himself growing hard in his breeches and he groaned softly.

He removed the linens from her naked form and he inhaled sharply while his hand grabbed at his crotch hoping for some relief. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His hand reached into his pants and pulled his throbbing cock from its prison. His hand tugging roughly at his cock he groaned watching her sleep her precious skin and supple breasts pushing him further. He was tempted to touch her but did not want to risk waking her. He imagined how her beautiful voice would sound once he was inside her. The way her voice would rise and fall with every sigh of pleasure.

He shiver softly feeling himself coming closer to his climax. He tugged harder and faster his teeth digging into the flesh of his bottom lip as he released into the same linen he wrapped her in falling into the bed slightly. She tossed a bit and he stood quickly removing the linen from her bed and getting himself together before he left her to get some rest. She tossed and turned throughout the day her dreams being filled with the dreaded night she was captured. She could feel his hands wrapped around her throat squeezing every bit of life she .

She was awakened by a maid coming in to leave clothes for her. “Hello, milady’ I’m Lydia your handmaiden. Master Aemond told me to bring you some clothes to wear and breakfast is almost ready.” She looked confused trying to make out what she was saying, but it was no use. But she did manage to mutter her name. “L…L-Ly-Dee-A.” Lydia looked to her in surprise and giggled in excitement. “Well, that’s a start, miss. I guess I have to teach to ya English.” She saw the chain holding her to the bed and her eyes softened and filled with sadness. She knew the Lord of this home was a ruthless man but he had never brought a lady here against her will. She didn’t think he was capable of such a thing.

Lydia helped her put on a beautiful midnight blue dress with crystals embroidered into the bodice of the dress. She brushed her hair letting her dark tresses flow within their dry natural state. Her hair was wavy and touched the small of her back. She looked over her and was taken aback by her beauty. “You look beautiful, miss.” She looked to Lydia and remembered that look all too well. She smiled and thought maybe she could get her to free her from these chains. The ocean surrounded this place and if she could escape these walls she could swim to freedom.

But just as she was ready to sing her song he barged in. She backed away from the maid and sat on the bed. She shook in fear, her breathing became erratic and the memories of the night before came back in waves. She climbed onto the bed finding a space against the headboard where she pulled her knees to her chest. Aemond’s gaze was cold and unfeeling, but within him was a fire raging. He saw her and his heart pounded against his chest and his stomach felt like it was doing flips. He looked at her as if she was his salvation. Even as she cowered he couldn’t help what he felt for her.

He was filled with complete and utter desire. He couldn’t help himself if Lydia wasn’t standing there he’d take her now, hell he would take her with his whole staff watching her. He burned for her. “Leave us..wait until I call for you to bring up breakfast.” He commanded and Lydia lowered her head as she exited her room. He walked around the large room watching her closely. It killed him to not feel her soft skin in his hands. To smell the scent of salt on her skin. He held his composure and sat at the foot of her bed. His head turned slightly to look at her from the corner of his eye.

“I do not wish for you to be afraid of me…but you must understand that you belong to me now. This is your home now.” She actually understood him very well and could even speak a little, but she would’ve rather these humans think she was incapable of speaking, but in this very moment she was angry. “Home…is water….” How dare he try to keep her in this place like a song bird in a cage. She was made to be free. Being subjected to these stone walls would only kill her slowly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and he turned completely to face her.

“You’ve been holding out on me my little sea demon. What else do you know?” He spoke to her so condescendingly. He didn’t even care what this would do to her. He only cared for his own desires. It was just like a human to only care about what he wanted and not what the consequences of his action would be and in a quick fit of rage she sprang forward digging her fangs into his neck. He screamed in agony and she wrapped her arms and legs around him pulling him in close. Her eyes were dark and filled with malice and the flesh of his neck began to tear. She reveled in the sound and the coppery taste of his blood.

Unfortunately, he managed to stand and elbowed her in the ribs over and over until she relented. She smiled at what she had done holding her side and she scurried away into a corner of the room. He held his hand to his neck and one of the male staff came running to his aid. “You fucking wench…you are going to regret that.” He could barely stay on his feet as he stumbled out of her chambers. It served him right the cunt, she thought to herself. She laughed maniacally to herself with crimson staining her chin and face, trickling down her chest and staining her dress. He had forbade any of the staff to come to her room ever again and she stayed isolated for the remainder of the day.

Night had fallen and he decided he’d pay her another visit. The dull brown shade of dried blood was still on your face and he entered with a warm bowl of water and something else in hand that she could not quite make out. He pulled up a chair and beckons her to come to him. She was hesitant for obvious reasons and placed and a clothe into the bowl. “Here you do it, I won’t touch you.” She pulled the bowl away and wiped her face and chest clean.

He watched her closely and noticed her back was turned. Without warning he came from behind pulling something up to her mouth and fastening it around her head. A muzzle…she fought to pull it off but he was too strong for her. “That will teach you to bite the hand that feeds you.” He whispered in her ear and inhaled her scent as his hands began to wander. The slipped into the bodice of her dress feeling those supple mounds of flesh. She fought to pull away from him but he pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his calloused hand around her throat. “You aren’t getting away this time, Demon.”

His breath was hot against her skin and she was in a panic as he tore away her dress exposing her body underneath the sheer chemise that cling to her now sweaty frame. She dug her nails into him trying to pull away from his clutch with all her might. He enjoyed the fight in her as sick as it may sound. The more she fought the more he wanted her. “Please….” She muttered her eyes softened and filled with fear as he stood between her legs ready to take what was rightfully his. That made his cock throb harder within his breeches. "I'm sorry little dove...I can't stop."

He let his breeches fall to his ankles and his cock sprang free. Her eyes widened from the sheer size and she shook her head no over and over. He admired her body while he pressed his cockhead against her puffy clitoris. The sensation sent a shock through her body. The feeling was unfamiliar and a bit pleasant. She shook herself from the hazy feeling and moaned in protest. He stroked himself slowly while he bucked forward letting his head press against her entrance with every push. She gasped with every thrust anticipating the unwanted intrusion. Your sisters often talked about the use of man. To help us procreate and to eat. The process was never this close or intimate.

Lost in her thoughts she was rudely pulled from them when the sharp pain of him pushing inside her caught her attention. She hissed at him instinctively and grabbed onto the sheets of her bed. He groaned involuntarily and the snug feeling of her walls. He pulled back and saw the blood smearing against his shaft and he smiled at the sight. He pushed her legs up against her chest and leaned his head back at the sounds of her soft whimpers and sighs. She despised him, she even wanted to kill him. The thoughts of taking him under the water and watching the light leave his eye always played in her mind, but at this very moment the pain began to subside and the sheer feeling of pleasure filled her belly.

Her legs trembled and her breathing was heavy. He smiled noticing how aroused she had become and he let his right hand grab at her breast pinching her soft pink nipple causing it to harden between his fingers. If looks could kill he would've been decapitated in the act. How dare he muzzle her like some wild animal, violate her, and make her feel good all at the same time. Aemond grew tired of that evil look in her eyes and wrapped his hand around her throat giving just the right amount of pressure to make her lightheaded but still letting her breathe. She didn't know why, but that sent her over the edge. She felt that unsettling feeling in her stomach building as he pounded into her and fell forward on top of her biting into the flesh of her shoulder causing her to scream. "That's it..." He mused into her ear.

That stupid voice of his made her lose her train of thought. He was ready to come undone himself, but he didn't want to stop. His pace quickened and she could no longer hold herself together. Her legs trembled and her blood and slick smeared his cock. He could feel her walls convulsing around him and without another thrust, he poured his seed into her. They lay there in silence. The only thing that could be heard was them catching their breath. He stood to his feet and let his hand graze her thigh. She still lay in the high of her orgasm but when he touched her again she flinched and hissed. "That wasn't enough, huh? Alright... I'll try something else." With that, he put on his clothes and left her to clean herself up.

To be continued...

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[lazyneonrabbitt]

Records of forgotten times.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Old music records bring back memories and sparks talk of a new future.

~~☆☆☆~~

Today was relaxing day in your Alexandria home.

Daryl had come home from a run and had brought home a literal truckload of items of which a couple of boxes were dropped at your place.

He busied himself moving the boxes into the living room while you continued your work in the kitchen.

"What did you bring back, Dee?" you mused from you spot in the kitchen, where you were cleaning off last night's dishes in your favorite shorts and one of Daryl's shirts that were way too large on you. It was fraying at the hem and the old classic rockband on the print was fading badly, tour dates from a long forgotten time barely recognisable anymore. He never thought twice about you stealing his shirts. They were so much more comfortable than his button downs and with the shirts smelling like him they helped you sleep when he was out on runs.

“Found an old storage place, had a bunch of boxes with music. I got first pick cuz I found ‘em.” He kept filing through the large boxes filled with records and taking each one he liked out to stack near the old record player your house came with.

“Let me have a look too when I’m done here, please?” He grumbled an agreeing response and you made sure to hurry along with your cleaning round so you could join Daryl on the living room floor.

Daryl had gotten up off the floor to fumble around with the record player and try out one of the records and to his luck it still played. He had pocketed some still boxed replacement needles and swapped the old one out before playing a Judas Priest record and got a nice, crisp sound to which he comfortably hummed along to and even sang along with some parts.

As you were hanging your cleaning rag and towel over the opened oven door to dry you mumbled along with some lyrics that had remained in the back of your head.

This surprised your dear old partner to the point of stopping entirely with what he was doing to stare at you enjoying his all time favorite band. “Ya know this music?” He sounded so confused it made you laugh. You never really talked about your old world life, never really feeling it was needed to share about it. Not until now.

“My parents were old school rockers, I grew up on this kind of music.” You had walked over and sat down at one if the boxes.

“Yer calling me old now?” Old. He hated that word, even if you were both adults he still didn’t like the sound of him being put in the same box as your late parents.

“I mean,” You started, not sure how to properly say this without being offensive. You loved Daryl and you were happy with him, really not wanting to make him uncomfortable. “I guess you’re around their age, right? Dad would have been sixty-two by now. He loved this music so much we had cabinets filled with CDs, he'd go to concerts with friends and have music nights every month. Mom woukd have been around fifty-eight I think. She preferred more symphonic stuff.” You were so caught up in your memories you had stopped looking through the music entirely, your hands shakily holding onto one record a little too tightly for Daryl’s comfort.

“I’m fifty-three, if ya really gotta know.” He had moved over to your side and put an arm around you to pry your fingers off the record. “An’ I really hope yer not secretly seein’ me as a father figure cuz I'd love it if my kid'd be one year old in about two years from now..”

You registered his comment and were pulled back into this world with a soft sob. You hoped it’d be saved for later when the sadness that these boxes brought you had blown over.

“I miss them.” Your words were barely above a whisper, but Daryl caught them all. He had managed to get the record from your hands and took a glance at the cover.

The image didn’t look all too different from the current world. A blue sky behind the ruins of a building, and a man in a rather unnatural pose on a regal looking wooden throne in the foreground. The title reading ‘A Farewell to Kings’ by RUSH.

“Yer old man listen to this?” You quietly nodded, sniffling and wiping at your tears that were now freely running down your face. He put the record aside to make a new separate pile just for you.

“Come on, let’s see what else is in here. Maybe some Ozzy. Ya like Ozzy?” You now nodded with a smile appearing on your face. “Y.. yeah, we had a dog named Ozzy. Mom liked him a lot.” The memory of the dog you had for a short while did lighten the mood a bit, thankfully.

Daryl had abandoned his search entirely and only looked through the boxes with you now, picking out records he did like and ended with almost the entire collection by Judas Priest, which you learned was his favorite.

“Oh shit, look!” You held up a copy of Mötley Crüe’s ‘Dr. Feelgood’ with an excited squeal.

“Nah, that’s what yer into? Crazy girl.” He shook his head with a loving smile. By the time you reached the second to last box you had both gathered quite the collection. Daryl had reluctantly handed you all the Crüe records he found, even if they were duplicates. You wanted to keep them because of their different covers. Even in this world you loved collecting and Daryl admired your ability to find happiness in these items.

“Hey, ya want this one too?” A Metallica record. Not one that you knew so you declined. A grumble let you know he heard you and the fwips of records being looked through continued until another one was being held in your direction. This time it was a Black Sabbath record. You took it to inspect the track list on the back and added it to your pile. “Oh! Another one, yess!” You happily pulled out an Iron Maiden album and admired the cover art, taking in all the small details.

“Ya really listen to them or just love the art?” A hand extended to hand you one more. “Ah, thanks. I like both.” You declared, staring at the next artpiece. “But I wouldn‘t be mad if these end up not playing. We could decorate with the cover arts.”

Daryl looked around the still bare walls of the house and loved your idea to make it more truly yours.

With all the boxes thoroughly searched and your collection put away you went to take the leftover boxes to the communal area for everyone else to enjoy. Seeing the other residents get so excited over music brought smiles to your faces and you went back home more satisfied than you’d thought.

“So..” You locked the front door behind you and nervously stepped over to the cabinet that held your newly acquired collection. Daryl followed your every step with a true hunter’s eye, wondering what got your nerves up all of a sudden. “Which one of these do you think has the best baby making vibes.”

“M’sorry?” No way he heard that correctly. He had convinced himself you hadn‘t heard him since you completely disregarded his comment before. “Ya sure? I mean.. I know wha’ I said but,” he stopped and couldn’t get himself to look you in the eyes. Opting for the crack in the floorboard instead. Before he had a chance to find the right words you had abandoned the record cabinet and stepped over to stand in front of him and kiss his cheek. “I love you.” You whispered before properly kissing him and making sure he got the hint that this was really what you wanted.

“But seriously, pick one. We need something loud to drown out the ..other noises.” You joked with a wink.

~~☆☆☆~~

The talk you had with Daryl that day months ago turned out to be true.

When you laid in your shared bed you spoke about the one obvious thing about your relationship and how the Alexandrians were gonna be judging you for it. When word got out about yours and Daryl’s romantic relationship you already got stares from concerned women who thouht you were being claimed by the older man. You both were way more open about your relationship now that you had a safe place to live and try to have a normal life again, but the original residents who had never gone through the horrors that you had never really let go of their old world beliefs. And now that normal life you tried to live also came with your own child shich had the staring and quiet comments becoming even worse. Uncle Daryl already had Judith, who would always make rude comments to whoever dared to speak ill of her new auntie, but now he had you and with that his own soon to be born child and he wasn't gonna let anyone ruin his happiness because of some dumb opinions.

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A/N: This one made me cry while writing. The parents are based off my own, one of which is no longer with us. Did some painful remembering for this one.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon #the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #twd daryl

[just-an-anon-reader]

Soft Shelled Hug

Hello! After my last submission, I became inspired to write! And, since this turtle lives rent-free in my brain, here is some Rise!Donnie x GN!Reader. I hope you enjoy UwU!

P.S. this became longer than I thought huhu~

"I would like that we take our relationship to the next level." A moment of silence passes as you blink owlishly at your boyfriend. "I beg your pardon?"

An hour ago...

Quarterly exams hit school like a TRUCK. Sure you were confident, but man were you DRAINED. Unlocking the door to your apartment, you kicked your shoes off by the doorway and landed on your couch with a loud oomph. With a week's worth of energy-zapping tests done, all you wanted to do was lay around and maybe get a hug from your not-so-touchy-feely boyfriend who made it clear that he didn't DO hugs. You even remember him saying exactly that while using air quotations to emphasize DO. While usually, you don't mind, he did have a bad boy image to maintain, after all. There were still times when you wished he wouldn't stiffen up like a board just because you brushed your hand against his. Times like now as you tried reaching for your phone, which you just happened to drop on the floor slightly out of your reach a moment ago.

  You were just about to give up when it suddenly pinged. With newfound energy, you lunged at the device and unlocked the screen. It was a text from Donnie. Just the purple-clad turtle to make your day.

  DonTron: <Salutations, my dearest, would you happen to be at your apartment by now?> MyDarlingDearest: <Hey, Dee! Yeah, I just got back a few minutes ago.> DonTron: <Would you be so kind as to grace me with your presence later at the lair for the Jupiter Jim special? I have already informed April. But, judging by her lack of a reply, I believe that she is currently incapacitated.> MyDarlingDEarest: <Not surprised, really. She had it rough this week. Sure, I'll swing by in a bit. Let me get freshened up first.> DonTron: <Excellent. I shall be expecting you soon.>

  With a spring in your step, you head to the bathroom to ready up for movie night. Donning a purple sweater, which you DEFINITELY borrowed from your boyfriend, and a pair of black leggings, you head out for the lair.

Thirty minutes ago...

Of course, you don't forget to grab a box, maybe a couple, of pepperoni and cheese pizza along the way. Turning left, turning right, you watch out for bystanders before lifting the hatch and slipping into the lair. Mikey was the first to greet you. He bounded towards you with arms open and engulfed you in a crushing hug.

  "You bought my favorite~" "How could I ever forget Mikey." "Come on, everyone's already by the projector. Let's go!"

Pizzas in one hand, and yours in the other, Mikey dragged you to the living room where three blue, purple and red turtles sat in their respective seats. Your eyes immediately fall on Donnie. He smiles and excitedly waves you over. Taking the spot next to him, your knees briefly touch. And in typical Dinatello-style, he stiffened up like a wooden board. What was surprising, however, was him relaxing and leaning towards you. Shoulder to shoulder. Before you could call him out on this "Un-Donnie-like" behavior, Leo shushes you as the projector flickers to life and the Jupiter Jim special begins to play.

  It doesn't take long for the turtles to become completely engrossed with the movie. Eyes wide and mouths open as they inhaled every scene. You couldn't find it in yourself to focus. The shock of your boyfriend's sudden physical affection still renders you confused. You suddenly feel someone tap on your shoulder. It was Donnie. Beckoning you with his head towards his room, he stood up. His hand outstretched to you. Eyebrows raised, almost kissing your hairline, you take his hand. Letting him gently pull you up and into his room. Not once letting go, even as you both reach his room.

  "Dee is something wrong?"

  Standing face-to-face, hand-in-hand in the center of Donnie's room, you ask him gently. His eyes glisten as the words that come out of his mouth shake you to your core.

Now... 

"As I've said, I would like for us to take our relationship to the next level." "And what exactly do you mean by next level?" You could feel the sweat prickle on your back. "Look, I know I'm not the most "touchy-feely", as Mikey would say, turtle. And I'd prefer to keep it that way ... with anyone but you."

  Those words were the sweetest things he has ever said to you. The heart that sat in your chest seemed to beat louder than usual. Like it wanted out of your body.

  "So, how do you want to go to the next level?" "I suppose a hug should suffice for now."

  Excitedly, you open up your arms, only to be met with Donnie's hand in your face.

  "Before we do..."

With a loud FWSHHH and a thunk, his combat shell hit the floor. Gently. You gasped. Donnie was rarely without his battle shell. So him taking it off now, for a hug, for you...it did things to your heart.

  "Are you sure?" "Absolutely. And besides, it'd be uncomfortable for you if I didn't."

  Slowly, you two embraced. It was awkward at first with hands unsure and stiff. But soon, you both relaxed into the embrace. You heard him sigh as you gently slid your hand across his shell. The leathery texture is soft and comforting under your touch.

  "Why so suddenly?"

  You whispered to him, afraid that you'd ruin the moment. There was silence, and after a while, he whispered back.

  "I missed you."  

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!donnie #x reader #just need more fluff in my life #soft shelled turtle love

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans Pt: 4

Jason reading in the library with a cup of tea.

Tim: Jason

Jason: Mmm?*Sips Tea*

Tim:—Damian put laxatives in your tea this morning for using his favorite China cup.

Jason: *Sips tea all over the floor*

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Batman at the Watchtower giving a oral debate discussion.

Flash: Bats what’s in your cape?

Batman: What are talking about? *Large lump in his cape on full display.*

Green Lantern (Hal): The massive lump in your cape!

*Cue a 6’2 over 200 lbs of muscle in a red helmet with two large pistols strapped to his thighs.*

Red Hood: Alfred wanted to know if you wanted Herb Crusted Salmon or Chicken Fingers for dinner?

Batman: Chicken tenders will do.

Red Hood turns to the League and waves: Hi Diana

Wonder Woman (warmly): Hello child.

Red Hood leaves, and Batman returns to his conversation.

Hal: *Internally about to combust*

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Clark: So this is just normal day in the Wayne Residence?

Dick swinging upside from the chandelier, Tim throwing batarangs at Damian who’s chasing him running full force with a sharpie Katana, Cass braiding Bab’s hair while she’s on a FaceTime with Dinah and Helena, and Stephanie and Duke place stickers and sharpie drawing on Jason’s face as he snores loudly.

Bruce while sipping his coffee: Yes it’s just another Tuesday.

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Dick serving Damian and Duke warm fluffy pancakes and fresh chopped fruits.

Damian: Grayson?

Dick: Yeah, lil Dee?

Damian: Did Pennyworth prepare this?

Dick (confused): No, I did.

Duke:When?

Dick: Just now. Eat up guys it’ll be time for me to take you guys to school soon. *Leaves kitchen whistling*

Duke (whispering): I thought he couldn’t boil water?

Damian: I was told the same information Thomas,I am just as surprised as you.

*Both begin to eat and surprisingly the food is tasty*

Tim:No way Dick made breakfast?!

Duke and Damian both share a confused look.

Duke: Wait so Dick had known how to cook this whole time, then why did you tell me he couldn’t?

Tim with a mouthful of pancakes:Yes it was a lie,I love when Dick cooks and I wanted be the only one to eat it.

Damian and Duke share another look.

Damian:I curse the day of your conception Drake.

Tim: Mhmm, are you gonna eat those?

Damian gives him the rest of his pancakes.

Dick returns to the kitchen dressed for the day: There’s some left, does anyone want seconds?

Tim with syrup all over his face and with a demonic voice: Gove it to me.

Dick,Duke, and Damian:………

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Superman and Wonder Woman burst into the Batcave.

Superman: We got your destress call,what wrong?

Bruce turns in his chair to look at them: I didn’t issues a destress call.

Wonder Woman:Like Hera you didn’t, we got here as soon as we could.

Dick drops down from the ceiling.

Dick: I summoned you both here.

All: What for?

Alfred arrives with a smug look on his face: Master Dick thought it would be wise for you both to spend the day with Master Bruce he had been quite grumpy as of late.

Bruce: have not.

Dick: Has too.

Clark (chuckling): If you missed us you could have just called.

Bruce(grumpily): I did not.

Diana holding her Lasso in hand: Shall we test that theory?

Alfred clearing his throat:I have taken the liberty of preparing tea along with finger sandwiches and pastries in the sunroom if you both would follow me.

Bruce turns to Dick blankly: why would you do that.

Dick grinning evily: Payback for the Penguin case.

Bruce:That was two months ago.

Dick: I never forget B, remember that. Save a sandwich for me Alfred!

Bruce staring blankly into the cave before getting up and following: I have raised a monster.

#dc comics #batfamily shenanigans #batman #batfamily #dc universe #dc live action #batfam #dick grayson #gotham knights #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #justice league #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #stephaine brown #duke thomas #batgirl #nightwing #red hood #superman #wonder woman #dca fandom #dc cinematic universe #dcu #stephanie brown #damian wayne #dcau #dceu films #robin

[vikkirosko]

Dee, Glam, and Chive with a s/o that bites to show affection? Maybe?

Headcanons Bites

💖 Glam x Reader 🎸

When you and Glam started dating, he found out that you had your own special way of showing your affection. They were bites. He found out about it when you bit his wrist. Glam looked at you in surprise, not immediately understanding what you were doing, but when you confusedly explained to him exactly what you had done, he smiled a little wider. Such an unusual way to show affection seemed nice to him

You didn't bite him hard, because you didn't want to hurt him, but you liked to leave marks on his skin. Glam treated it calmly. He wasn't shy when you left teeth marks and he didn't care that someone could see them. Glam did not see any problems in such manifestations of feelings. You didn't bite him when you were in public and you usually bit his wrist, shoulders or anything else that he usually hid

You didn't talk about it, but you were confused by the idea that someone could see your bite marks, which is why you left them in places where others wouldn't see them. It was something important for you and you were ready to share it only with Glam, but not with all people

Glam sometimes thought about biting you too, but so far kept it only in mind. He liked the fact that you didn't hide your feelings for him. Although your way of showing your sympathy was unusual, it was still your feelings and he appreciated those bites

📚 Dee x Reader📱

When you and Dee first met, you were a calm and friendly person. You stayed the same when you started dating and Dee was calm until one day something happened that surprised him a lot. You bit him. You weren't angry at him and your bite didn't hurt him, but it left a faint trace of your teeth on his skin. He looked at you in surprise, which caused embarrassment on your face

As it turned out, biting was your way of showing affection. You bit him yielding to a heartfelt impulse and only then realized that you had to explain everything to him in advance and that your actions could have put him at a dead end. You tried to apologize to him, but he stopped you, saying that he had nothing against you biting him sometimes

Dee didn't mind your bites. You bit his wrists and he hid from others and especially from his family with the help of his bracelets the traces of your bites. When he was alone with himself, he looked at the marks from your bites. They passed quickly, but he liked to look at them. It made him smile a little

He never bit you. Dee had his own ways to show his feelings for you, but he wasn't going to stop you from showing your feelings the way you knew how. Your bites didn't hurt him and he didn't see a reason why he had to stop you

🧄 Chive x Reader 🎸

Chive is used to a variety of manifestations of feelings. That's why when you lightly bit him, he took it with a slight smile. Because of his reaction, your cheeks turned red. You didn't expect him to take it that way, but quickly your embarrassment turned into a smile. You were genuinely glad that it didn't bother him that you bites were your way of showing affection

He was not shy about the marks from your teeth that you sometimes left on his skin and did not try to hide them in any way. Every time someone noticed them, Chive smiled easily, seeing the embarrassment on people's faces. He did not see the need to hide anything, because the fact that you met was not a secret from anyone

Several times he bit you in response, which caused your confused cry. You are not used to being bitten, because in your previous relationship, your partner was negative about the fact that you bit to show your affection. However, Chive didn't mind both getting bitten and biting back

Chive liked the fact that you didn't hide your feelings and didn't try to suppress them. Even the fact that you showed your feelings through bites didn't bother him. It was a part of you that he accepted, just like everyone else

#Metal Family #Metal Family x Reader #Metal Family headcanons #Glam #Glam x Reader #Dee #Dee x Reader #Chive #Chive x Reader

[writingoddess1125]

More papa buggy, maybe him teaching the twins how to properly use there new powers?

Such a cute idea!! I love this!

Breathe and- OW!!

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Buggy stared at his sons and took a deep breath to calm himself-

"Alright let's try this again- Breathe and focus you should feel a unique sencation as your devil fruit activates"

He instructed, Watching how Dee was doing as he was told and Bee was looking around distracted and clearly not paying attention.

Buggy had never realized how little his patients could be or how he hadn't been murdered by his mentor when he was this age-

With the twins new devil fruit powers he had insisted on taking up the task of training them- While their powers were different from his the simple idea of how to use them should be easy enough- yeah no.

"But I'm tired!" Bee wined, laying on the ground of the ship as Dee looked at his brother and kicked him.

"Stop being a baby!" "You're the baby!!" The boys started to nicker back and forth and throw punches- Buggy floating his hands over to pull them off each other and hold them in the air.

"Both of you stop fighting!" It looked like a three way argument from most peoples perspectives. Walking upstairs you couldn't help but snort at the sight of the three bluettes.

Buggy turned back to look at you as you stepped out with a smile. Buggy still holding the fighting twins by the scruff of their shirts in air jail- giggling at the sight. It was like a frustrated dog trying to get its puppy's to wind down.

"You doing okay?" You chime softly, Buggy giving you a Goofy smile.

"Hey Doll!~" He says cheerfully, you two had started to go steady. While you guys were at square one in terms of relationship it was still going very well, including trying to parent together.

"Yeah just doing some training an-OW! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" Buggy yelled out as he dropped the boys and held his nose as turned around cursing a storm stomping his foot hard. Bee accidently punching his father since Buggy hadn't been paying attention and his hands gradually floated back to their natural positions.

"Buggy are you alright!?" You yell and walk over to the whining Captian who had tears in his eyes- Both twins wide eyed at this and Bee wincing at punching his father so hard.

"Sorry..."

"Fine! I'm fine!" He yelled as he stood up wiggling his sore nose and looking to the twins.

"Alright let's go ya little brats!" Buggy yelled as he pulled out some wooden swords. Handing one to each boy and taking a smaller one himself.

"We are going to be doing sword practice next! Got it!" Bee looked more interested in this but looked at the wooden stick in confusion.

"But this is a stick-" He pointed out, Buggy rubbing his temple.

"Yes its a stick... I'm not going to train my kids with real swords" Buggy gritted out. Dee rolling his eyes.

"Yeah stupid he isn't trying to kill us!" Bee smacked Dee with the stick.

"Don't call me stupid! Idiot!" That started to two bickering again and Buggy took the opportunity to float his hand behind them and wack both of them on the behinds with the stick making them yelp and look to Buggy who looked ready to kick them into the ocean.

"Focus! Now lets begin!"

You watched as Buggy trained the boys, correcting their form, showing them how to stand and more so. While he never used swords personally he did know how to use them and was using this to help guide them. He was actually fairly skilled and knew what he was doing which genuinely surprised you.

The boys in truth were getting their asses handed to them- however greatly improving it seemed with each passing round. Buggy detaching his torso to fly around and essentially use himself like a floating target.

"And Remeber you're pirates! You can play dirty!" Buggy yelled as Bee blocked the left hit from the wooden sword, Buggy using his floating torso to keep a pressure on them- Dee seemed to perk up at hearing this, silently slipping behind his father as Bee kept up trying to hit the floating target.

You should have seen it coming- you really should have. The twinkle of mischief in Dee's eye and how he stalked towards his Father's lower body still just standing there.

Before you could yell out to stop Dee it was too late- Buggy turned his head as Dee slammed the wooden sword right inbetween his father's legs a harsh cracking sound and a shiver that went over the adult man's body like a cat getting its tail stepped on.

"Gah!-" He choked out as foam left his mouth and his upper body collapsed on the deck floor. Tears rolling down his face as his lower body fell to its knees and was shaking-

"Balls... my damn balls..." Buggy choked out, you quickly rushing over to your partner. The twins celebrating as they believed they had won the sparing match with their father. Which technically they had- In seconds Buggy's was out cold and you sent the boys away and proceeded to have Cabaji help you take the passed out Captian to the lower quarters and ship doctor.

An hour later after the doctor gave Buggy a check up and you scolded the boys for such a dirty trick to do you saw in the cabins with a pale and dejected Buggy.

You rub Buggy's back as he sat in the comfy chair in the shared room, Buggy having a ice pack on his crotch and his head bowed in shame.

"...it's worse I can't even be mad- I told them that playing dirty" He whined, you gently cooing at him to try and make him feel better as you knew his spirit and testicles had been crushed.

"I-It can't be that bad" You try and comfort him- Buggy looked to you with teary eyes.

"(Y/N) my ballsack looks like two giant blueberries someone beat the shit out of-" He choked out, you wince kissing his forehead.

It seemed after this moment the prospect of future kids truly was out of the picture-

#x reader #one peice x reader #one peice live action #one piece #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader

[random-thot-generator]

Love Thy Frenemy + Ch. 9

Frenemies/Tenderness AU

NINE: Grow Me Something Better

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x FRENEMY FEM READER

Summary: While staying at Riley's house to heal and recuperate, he presents you with a surprising proposition.

Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mention of minor character's death, Unapologetic Fluff, No use of Y/N

(Notes: Been a minute. Hope it's worth the wait.)

Word Count: 3.2K

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Chapter Nine

'Looking around and all I see is people happy with what they're given Life is pretty sweet, I'm told I guess I'm just shit outta luck growing a lemon tree I'm gonna burn it down And grow me something better...'

— Post Malone, "Lemon Tree"

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Simon wakes slowly, his conscious mind rising like an air bubble in deep water.

He floats up through the dark depths of sleep, passing through the amorphous shapes of dreams to pop awake in the warm reality of his own bed.

His eyes are open but remain hooded, a sigh escaping his lips as he rolls onto his back. It's been ages since he slept this hard. It feels strange, waking lax and loose-limbed, thoughts fuzzy. He blinks at the muted brightness of the room, brows furrowing as he glances down to see sunlight laddered across the foot of the bed. Grunting, his head turns to squint at the clock on the nightstand, shocked when he sees it's nearly fifteen after ten in the morning.

"…the bloody hell?" he mumbles, confused and feeling unaccountably late for some unknown reason.

He pushes himself up on his elbows, head swiveling to take in the empty but rumpled sheets beside him, brows furrowing deeper.

Where are you?

His hand slides over the sheets, cool to the touch, and a frisson of cold panic takes hold. "Dee!" he barks out, his voice pure gravel.

The house is silent.

Grumbling under his breath, he throws off the covers. Plucking at the front of his T-shirt, he notices the tell-tale stain on the left side of his chest where you had drooled on him in your sleep. His gaze softens at the sight even as his anxiety propels him from the bed.

"DEE!" he bellows, his deep voice booming through the house like a sudden clap of thunder.

Still no answer.

He's in the hall and jogging down the stairs in seconds, socked feet slipping as he rounds the banister in the foyer. His eyes dart into the sitting room, noting that the telly is on before his eyes zero in on the kitchen door. He barges into the room, sees an abandoned mug and a protein bar wrapper on the island, but you're nowhere to be seen, and neither is Fiona, for that matter.

Had you talked her into taking you home?

He sees the kettle is still switched on and circles round the island with a muttered curse to turn it off. He's already making plans to find you and bring you back when his eyes catch movement through the window above the sink. His heart thuds hard in relief when he sees you ambling around the back garden, looking over the fallow flower beds.

"Bloody hell," he mutters with a sigh, bracing his hands on the edge of the sink. His eyes track your meandering progress around the yard.

You're moving slow and stiff, but you're moving, bare feet shuffling through the wet grass. Shaking his head, he goes back upstairs to retrieve a towel, a pair of socks and his shower slides, before heading out to join you.

He sees your head turn as he steps outside, pausing to drop the bundle in his hands on the patio chair before walking out to meet you. The corner of your mouth ticks up as he comes to a stop beside you.

"Your garden looks like shite, Ri."

Simon grunts. "Never here long enough t'mess wif a garden. 'Sides, don't know owt 'bout gardenin'. Pay a lad t'mow an' trim. Tha's good 'nough."

You cluck your tongue in disapproval. "Shame to let it all go to waste. You could have a lovely garden with this much space."

"Tha's more yer thing than mine, doll. I'd muck it up, fer sure."

"You would not," you mutter, nudging him. "You'd be a good gardener. You've got the patience for it."

He hums, unconvinced but not in the mood to argue about it. "Never had a garden before. What about you?"

Your eyes took on a distant look, a wistful, sweet smile on your face. "My mum kept a garden. I can still remember it."

Simon slants a cautious look your way, taken by surprise. You rarely speak of your mum. You had mentioned a car accident when he had asked, but didn't say more, the subject closed. He understood enough to know to say no more about it.

Of course, he had looked up the news articles and police report. It had gutted him, reading it. Your mum had slid off the road during a rainstorm, the car flipping over into a flooded ditch. Too injured to free herself, she had ordered you to unbuckle yourself and climb out a broken window to safety. You had sat on the muddy bank and watched as the car slowly filled with water, unable to do anything as your poor mum drowned. You were only six.

"What was in her garden?" he asks, his voice a low, soothing rumble.

Your eyes widen slightly as your mind travels back in time. "Roses along the fence line, a lilac bush outside the kitchen window. She had vegetable and herb beds; I remember weeding them with her. She planted daylilies in the back left corner and..." You pause, then sniff out a little laugh. "Her 'apple-less' tree was planted on the right side."

"Apple-less tree?" he repeats, confused.

You nod, an amused light shining in your eyes. "Mum bought the sapling not long after she and da got married. No one told her that she would need at least two apple trees to get them to bear fruit. They produce by cross pollination, so with no other apple trees nearby, no fruit. It was pretty to look at when it bloomed, but it never produced a single apple. Da used to tease mum about it, called it her 'apple-less' tree. He loved winding her up, making her laugh..."

Your words trail off, a look of longing on your haunted face, and Simon feels his chest constrict, then has to look away. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and guides you back towards the patio.

"C'mon, doll. Need to get ya outta this wet grass. Too cold fer ya to go barefoot, yeah?"

He leads you to the chair, having you sit down before he kneels by your feet. Taking up the towel, he begins to gently chafe your feet with it to dry and warm them up at the same time.

He glances up at you, then looks back down. "Ya know, if ya wanted, ya could plant yerself a garden here. Be nice, comin' home an' sittin' in my back garden with summat to actually look at."

You sniff a laugh, shaking your head. "I'd have to be over here all the time to tend to it. I wouldn't torture you like that," you joke, prodding his chest with your toes.

He grunts a laugh then moves to the other foot, pausing when he sees the bruised shape of Finch's fingers wrapped around your ankle. His fingers graze it with the lightest touch before he curls his hand around it, hiding the mark. "Wouldn't mind it— havin' ya around." His hand slides down from your ankle to cradle your foot. "Least I'd know yer safe."

You can hear the concern in his words, marveling at his penchant for taking on your problems, like you're his responsibility to bear. You wiggle your foot in his grasp, drawing his attention back to your face. Smirking at him, you quip, "Should I move into the garden shed, so you can keep a closer eye on me?"

He goes very still as he peers up at you, caught up in your words. His fingers flex around your foot, deep umber eyes gleaming and earnest when he answers, "No. Ya should take the room across from mine."

You try to make light of it, sniff in amusement like he's still joking, but you can see that's he not, and your smile fades. "Ri..."

His eyes dart between yours, his body coiling, ready to pounce on any argument you might pose and rip it to shreds. "I mean it, doll. If ya want t'put my mind at ease, then move in wif me."

You heave a sigh. "Ri, I know this whole thing with Jerry has put you on edge, but—"

"No," he says emphatically. "Listen t'me. This ain't a spur o' the moment decision. 'M not over-reactin' 'cause o' wha' happened las' night. This has been on my mind fer awhile now."

His accent has grown so thick, you know he means every word he says. "Ri, you just avoided me for a whole week because of a bad row. How are you going to do that if we live together? I'd be in your personal space— all the time."

"Then be in it, I don't care," he growls, clasping your foot to his chest. His eyes have grown fierce with his determination. "Get in my face, give me fuckin' hell, run me outta my own bloody house. Doesn't matter. 'S what I want."

You shake your head, dubious. "Ri, I know it's in your nature to be protective, but you don't have to take care of me. I've been on my own for awhile; I know how to take care of myself." Then you consider what occurred the night before and amend your statement. "So long as I use my common sense, anyway."

His strategic mind tells him to fall back, go at it from a different angle instead of pushing the same point. He focuses on your foot, rubbing it gently between his big hands, bits of dead grass littering the paving stones between his knees.

"'S not jus' about protectin' ya," he murmurs lowly, keeping his voice even and soft. "Ya work yerself to the bone, doll, jus' t'keep yer head above water. If ya live here, ya won't have t'pay rent. Place is already paid fer. We can split the bills, if tha's what ya want, or don't. Doesn't matter t'me. It's worth it t'have ya here lookin' out fer the place while 'm gone. It would help us both out, don'cha see?"

He's wise to your hesitation, but he knows he's got those cogs turning in that sharp little mind of yours. He's revealed his strategy, appealing to your common sense, the one thing he knows you will always fall back on when making an important decision; your practical nature is your default setting. Now, he just has to wait for the other shoe to drop.

"And what about what happened in Shoreditch?" you push back, and there it is.

"I was... outta line," he admits, gaze dropping. "I took it too far. When ya wouldn't say where ya were goin' or what ya were doin', comin' home exhausted, I was convinced ya were seein' some bloke who was usin' ya fer what he could get. 'S why I decided to track ya. I wanted ya t'lead me to him. Was gonna have a word with the sorry bastard."

You scoff at the notion, but don't comment on it, more pressing questions needing to be addressed. "And how did you do it? Follow me, I mean."

He almost balks, but then grumbles it out. "I stole yer phone, had yer GPS signal boosted an' linked to a receiver. 'S how I found ya so quick las' night. I know it was a shite thing t'do, but 'm glad I did it, now."

While you aren't pleased to hear what he did— you're right pissed about it actually, yet you're somehow not surprised. On the one hand, he basically stalked you, but on the other, you couldn't deny his actions were done out of concern and ended up saving you from a terrible situation. Not knowing what to do or how to feel, you chose to set aside. For now.

"I want to talk about what you said to me in the alley. You accused me of giving lap dances to pervs to pay my rent. Why even ask me to move in with you if that's your opinion of me?"

This is the one question he has been dreading above all others. This could all blow up in face if he did a bad job of explaining himself. He didn't expect you to excuse what he said to you, but he wanted you to understand what led him to do it.

"Ya tol' me once that yer da taught ya self-defense, yeah? When yer bein' attacked, ya go on the defensive— ya fight. What did yer da tell ya do?"

Your brows knit together, wondering where he's going with this. "Go for the weakest points on the body. Hurt them before they hurt you, so you can get away."

He nods. "Tha's wha' I did in the alley that day. I wasn't expectin' ya t'catch me out there. Then when ya tore into me, and I... I went on the defensive; I went fer yer weak spot. I didn't say what I did 'cause that's what I thought of ya; I said it 'cause I knew it would hit ya the hardest."

He ducks his head to meet your gaze. "I ain't in no position to judge ya, doll. I kill fer a livin'. Wha' the hell could be worse than tha'? I won't pretend I like the thought o' ya strippin', but I won't judge ya fer it. Yer jus' tryin' t'get by the best ya can."

You scoff again, shaking your head at how dense he can be sometimes. "I'm not a stripper, ya fuckin' eejit. I clean the private rooms at The Grind. Did you not notice the club was closed that day?"

Simon had never been so glad to be proved a fuckin' eejit. Your words are like a soothing balm to his mind. For the past week, the thought of other men seeing you naked, putting their filthy hands on you, had eaten him alive. Yet as pleased as he is to finally know the truth, he's also confused by it.

"Then why go t'all tha' trouble t'hide yer job?"

"Would you want to admit you make your money scrubbing cum stains off the walls? It's basically a brothel, Ri, and I get paid to deep clean sex rooms and toss out used condoms. It's disgusting; it's bloody embarrassing."

Simon nods in understanding and returns to his task, working his too-large socks onto your cold feet, then slips the slides on them. It's almost comical how big they are on you. Gripping your knee, he looks up to meet your eyes again. "Ain't no shame in makin' an honest livin', doll. I would never think less of ya fer it."

He gets back to his feet, resolute to see this through to its end. "I know we fight, doll, an' I doubt that'll ever change. Thing is, no matter how hard we fight, no matter how pissed we are at each other, when we need each other, we show up. We take care o' each other. Tha's as close t'family as I'll ever get, doll. It ain't perfect, but it's real an' it's ours."

With that, he leaves you to make up your mind.

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You're quiet the rest of the day, and Simon knows you're thinking, picking over everything that was said, analyzing it, deciding if his offer is the best thing for the both of you. He leaves you to it, gives you your space, knowing there's nothing else to be done for it; you either will or you won't; he'll accept your decision either way.

When you knock at the door to his office and poke your head in to say goodnight, he wishes you the same, then listens as you go about your routine before bed. He wonders if you'll get much sleep tonight, because he doubts that he will. Still, there's a calmness that settles over him as he gets into bed and turns out the light, the knowledge that you're just a room away and safe giving him the peace of mind to close his eyes and rest.

The next morning, he wakes, checks in on you, goes for a run, checks in on you again, then goes to the Dog to fix the door he broke, leaving a note on the island to let you know. He hopes you'll still be there when he returns.

As he replaces the door, Ollie tells him about the police investigation that's been opened on Finch for multiple sex offenses. His informant relayed the news that Finch is now considered a fugitive on the run, after his car was found abandoned in a car park near Heysham Port in Lancashire. Simon is pleased, glad that their plan worked, glad that he played a part in ensuring that Finch never hurts you or anyone else again.

When he returns home, the house is empty, but your old messenger bag is still hanging on the peg by the door, your trainers still set next to his old boots in the corner. He wanders to the patio doors and there you are, almost ankle-deep in the mud of one of the garden beds, a pile of dead plants uprooted and tossed to the side.

Simon crosses the yard, his heart beating fast in his chest. "What're ya doin', doll?"

You stop, stand up straight and arch your sore back, hands on your hips. "Decided I want the vegetable garden here. Need to go by the nursery later, and the hardware store, too. Need some proper gardening tools."

Simon nods calmly, though he's pumping his fist on the inside. "I'll take ya. Jus' say when, an' we'll go."

You nod, sniff, then slant a look at him. "When I move house, I'd rather keep my couch. Yours is shite. Like sitting on a slab of concrete."

He huffs but nods. "Tha's fine but keep your grubby mitts off my Barca. Tha' stays, no matter what."

You shrug, then start picking your way out of the garden bed, taking his hand when he holds it out to you. You both peer down at your mud-caked bare feet, and Simon shakes his head. "Get over t'the hose an' wash yer bloody feet. I'll go get ya a towel an' some clean socks."

Later, while you're wandering the nursery perusing the plants, Simon goes off on his own, returning a few minutes later with a receipt that he tucks in his pocket without saying a word. You end up bickering over who's going to pay for everything as the cashier looks on with bored disinterest, then split it down the middle.

The following morning, you get up and head downstairs to make yourself some coffee, when you happen to spy Riley in the garden, the water hose extended out to the far-right corner of the property. Curious, you go out to see what he's up to, but your steps slow to a halt when you see what he's done.

There are now two new sapling trees planted at the back of the garden, a muddy spade and empty soil bags tossed into a nearby wheelbarrow. You step up to stand beside Riley as he waters them, looking up to meet his gaze when he bumps you with his shoulder.

"Couldn't get ya one like yer mum's. Had t'get dwarf apple trees cause o' the housing code restrictions. Figured ya'd still want apples, though, so I got ya two."

Linking your arm through his, you turn your head to swipe at an errant tear, but your smile is radiant when you look up at him again.

"They're perfect, Ri. I love them."

He's smiling underneath his mask when he says, "Ya know I did this fer purely selfish reasons. I like those little apple hand pies ya make."

You laugh, poking him in the side. "You'll be waiting awhile, then. It takes a couple of years at least before they'll produce any apples."

He shrugs, not bothered at all. "Tha's alright. I don't mind waitin', if you don't."

You stare up into his warm umber eyes and shake your head, heart overflowing. "No. I don't mind waiting at all."

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Surprising Reunions, part 2

Joel Miller x Dieter Bravo x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 13.9k Warnings: As always, plenty of cursing. It’s spicy times, everyone! MMF threesome, biting, praise for everybody, hair pulling, oral sex (f and m receiving), exhibitionist/voyeur tones, rough sex, anal play, anal sex, unconventional lubricants, MM sex, virginity mention, begging, fingering, mention of infertility, vaginal sex, unprotected sex Summary: As the night goes on, things between you, Dieter, and Joel intensify, and the depths of what remains between your husband and his first love becomes clear. Notes: As unexpected a pairing as this story has, I really have to say how much I love them. We started out wanting to write some simple smut and fell deep into a pit of feels -- and I’m very glad that we did.

Read part one here!

From the doorway both men hear you huff in amusement before you appear, clearly having heard the last thing your husband said. “I was going to come see how you’re making out, but it looks like you took over cooking.” Still, you don’t step into the doorway but rather lean in the frame. “I set Ellie up in the bathtub in our suite so she can wash up before dinner. Clean clothes, a little fire to keep the water warm. Enough soap to feel human again. Just what she needed.”

“Thank you.” Joel offers, swallowing slightly with unease now that the two men aren’t alone. It wouldn’t be the first time that Dieter embellished the truth slightly. “I, uh— I have no intention of causing problems.” He offers.

“There’s no problem to cause.” You shake your head at him, glad to see that your husband has cleared the air a little. “Dee has always been capable of loving more than one person. I certainly don’t hold a grudge or anything against you for it, that would be a little dramatic. He’s perfectly capable of loving us both.”

“I— love?” Joel frowns in confusion, looking at Dieter, and then back at you. “Like— still as in right now?”

Dieter looks at you pleadingly, as if you could rewind time thirty seconds and stop speaking much sooner, and you grimace. “Shit…” You murmur, looking between them. “I thought…sorry, baby…”

“I didn’t want to say it and freak you out,” Dieter admits. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand and looks up at the ceiling with a sigh. “But yeah. Like right now. Like…always.”

“I didn’t know.” Joel admits, glad that he’s cleaned his hands and steps over to where his former lover is standing, mortified. “It’s okay. I’ve— I’ve never forgotten you. I always thought it was normal to love your first…everything.” While Joel had kissed another girl first, Dieter had everything else. Every experience was wrapped around him.

“Now you know why I made you my freebie.” Dieter mutters, red-faced but not upset. If he were brave like you or Joel, he would have just come right out and said it.

“I don’t mind that at all.” Joel admits, glancing over at you again. “How do you feel about it now that you’ve met me?”

“I think he downplayed the sexy, gruff, and strong thing a little.” Leaving your doorway, you step into the kitchen to come stand with Joel and Dieter. “I’m not expecting you and Ellie to move in and build a perfect little family with us or something, but I’m glad to see that you still care about him after so long.”

“I do care about him.” Joel can admit that easily. “I’ll always care about him.” He leans his hip against the counter and crosses his arms. “Enough to suggest that if you want to leave, you can come with us and find a settlement.”

You were never going to bring it up. It wasn’t going to be a topic of conversation or even something you wanted to think on while Joel and Ellie were at the hotel. But the fact is that the time may not be too far away when staying here is no longer viable. “We’ve been doing our best for so long. Leaving here is actually a fairly daunting idea.” Daunting. Terrifying. But you know that if Dieter looked you in the eyes and said he wanted to stick with Joel, you would pack up and follow.

“I understand that.” Joel does, especially since you’ve been here for twenty years. This is your home. “I get that. And if you want to stay here, I can – I can make sure that I find a place that would accept you and come back.”

“I’m not saying we wouldn’t leave.” You’ve talked about it, of course. If you and Dieter do anything, it’s talk through things — and fuck. But that’s not important right now. “I’m just saying it would be a longer conversation than the three of us standing around the kitchen.”

“Absolutely.” Joel agrees quickly. “And it’s a conversation you should have. The road isn’t easy. I won’t sugar coat it, it’s hell. And dangerous.”

“Tonight could just be a chance to relax?” Dieter offers, looking up from the pan of potatoes that he’s just put on the stove. “Maybe you guys could…get to know each other?” The tone in his voice is hopeful. After all, you’re the two most important people to him in the world.

“That’s up to your wife.” Joel murmurs, staring at you intensely. “Do you want to get to know me?” He asks, voice dropping down a few octaves unconsciously.

“Sounds like you want to get to know me.” You shoot him a smirk before looking over at Dieter. He wants this, you know he does, and it’s not as though you’re not attracted to Joel. Being married doesn’t make you blind. When your eyes track back to Joel, he’s still watching you with intensity. An intensity that makes you shiver with anticipation. “Kiss me.”

Joel’s eyes flicker over to Dieter and he can see the way the man is practically vibrating with excitement and anticipation. Looking back at you before he pushes off the counter and slowly approaches you, watching you for any sign of reluctance as he closes the gap between you.

Brave is a word that Dieter uses to describe you a lot. You’re never quite sure if you agree with him, but right now you would go with curious before anything else. Joel means so much to Dee that you really have wondered what - if any - relationship you would have had with the man. Now that you’re about to find out, it’s making your heart beat faster than you expected.

Joel reaches out and takes your hip with his hand to tug you closer to him. “Hopefully I don’t disappoint you.” He hums, wishing he had cleaned up before, but it’s just a kiss. He’ll clean up before anything else happens.

It’s on the tip of your tongue to say that you’re not worried, but the closer he gets the more any words at all stick in your throat. His hands on your hip and yours on his shoulder are the connecting points that pull you into each other and a mere second or two later your eyes have slipped shut as you press your lips to his.

The first kiss is always a good indicator of how compatible Joel will be with someone. The feeling is smooth, easy, the way that you open for him. Making him groan at the softness with a hint of neediness.

He’s the same height as Dieter but feels broader somehow, more like he’s going to swallow you up if he puts his arms around you just right. Firm and yielding all at once, Joel seems to lean into the moment once it starts and you tilt your head back a little more to let him explore. You know that Dieter’s dual voyeur and exhibitionist tendencies are enjoying the hell out of this, and you have to admit – the way your pussy bottomed out at the first moan from his throat is a very good sign.

It’s been a long goddamn time since he’s done anything like this. Anything that feels almost taboo, which is hard when you’ve lived twenty years past the end of the world. He doesn’t rush, but he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth to taste you just as thoroughly as he had Dieter earlier. Comparing the flavors of the two of you in his mind.

He’s more assertive than Dieter is, exploring rather than coaxing, and reeling you into him with purpose. There’s want there, and it draws a moan from the back of your throat that you can just imagine Dieter is already desperate to hear again.

Joel’s hands are always eager to touch. Sometimes in anger or fury, sometimes in comfort - though that is rare - but now, he wants to just touch you. To fill his hands with your flesh and explore the dips and swells of your curves. He presses further into your space, nearly crushing you to him as his hands start to wander, and you wind yours around his shoulders. There’s something simmering here, something new and gorgeous and dangerously like a spark.

Another small groan, another sharp inhale. Joel cracks an eye open to find Dieter inching closer, practically salivating. He breaks off the kiss and hums. “Remember how we said we would share a woman one day?” Joel asks. “Think she wants to be shared?”

“She loves to be shared.” Dieter nearly chokes on the words, reaching for both you and Joel and digging his fingers into each of you equally. “It’s how we slept together the first time.”

“You’ll have to tell me about it.” Joel groans. “Although, I want to fuck you again, pretty boy.”

“You’re the only one who gets to call me that without getting a dirty look.” Dee has leaned in fully and looks about ready to devour both of you.

“Well…” you smirk. “You are giving him a dirty look. Just dirty-sexy instead of dirty-upset.”

“So we eat, I clean up, and once the kid passes out…” Joel smirks. “I want your wife to sit her pretty pussy on my face while you suck my cock.” He tells Dieter with a wink.

Dieter groans, crushing his lips to Joel’s momentarily before turning and doing the same to you. His approval of the idea is obvious to both of you, and you don’t hesitate to cup his growing hard on over his pants just to feel the way his hips jerk forward in your hand. Joel chuckles quietly, amused that Dieter is still so eager, even at his age. Sex might have been his first addiction if he were to sit down and think about it. "Then you can tell me what you've been imagining all these years."

“So much.” The gravel in Dieter’s voice is like a promise to you. You’re so familiar with it and how exhausted you’ll be once he’s satiated when that voice happens, that you know you have to step back right now or you’ll get too eager.

“Come on, boys,” you have a hand on each of them. “We have a meal to cook. Otherwise we won’t have the energy for all of Dee’s fantasies.”

“He’s always had a good imagination.” Joel chuckles and takes a step back himself.

“Always.” To that you can absolutely agree.

“Something you both love about me,” Dieter points out, and goes to sit at the counter again to let himself calm down. Having a hard on when the kid comes downstairs wouldn’t be good.

“So fish and potatoes?” Joel asks, needing to concentrate on something else himself. “It sounds good.”

Onions and mushrooms are also produced, and eventually the fish bones are simmering in water to make a stock with some spices and what is cooking on the stove when Ellie re-emerges is a decent smelling fish stew. There’s nothing exotic about it but it’s hearty food, and the three of you seemed to have calmed down measurably - now amiably chatting about favorite books when the teen comes through the doorway.

“What’s going on?” She demands, eyeing everyone. Joel is never this happy and he’s smirking. “Did everyone kiss or something?” She needles playfully. “Waiting for me to go to sleep?”

“The boys are having fun reminiscing.” You tell her, glossing past the question. “Do the clothes fit okay?”

“They’re good.” Ellie shrugs but she looks down at the T-shirt she’s wearing. “What’s Linkin Park?” She demands, not placing the phrase.

Joel snorts when he looks up and you bite your lip in amusement. “They were a band,” you tell her. It’s a good opportunity to steer things away from intimate conversation. “What kind of music do you like?”

Ellie shrugs. “Haven’t heard a lot of music. The shit FEDRA made us listen to in school sucked.” She rolls her eyes.

“I’ll teach you how to use the gramophone while you’re here.” The old machine had been stored up in the attic untouched and undiscovered for years. When you had finally gone digging up there out of sheer desperation for something new it was an amazing discovery. “One of the people staying here was a record collector, so there’s lots of things to listen to. Although…no Linkin Park. Mostly older stuff.”

“So they played…rock music?” Ellie’s brows shoot up in interest. “Cool.”

“Why do I feel like you would have a metalhead on your hands if she could?” The smile you flash Joel is measurably softer than when you had looked at him earlier and you hope Ellie doesn’t poke. She’s an observant kid.

“Could you imagine this kid at a concert?” He asks, shaking his head in amusement.

“Mosh pit.” Dieter nearly cackles. “I can see this kid in a mosh pit.”

“She would be throwing elbows for sure.” Joel grunts.

“What’s a mosh pit?” Ellie frowns at being talked about in front of her face. “And why am I throwing my elbows at people?”

Dieter and Joel chuckle together and Dieter decides to answer this one. “Everyone gets into a big group and the dancing gets violent as they listen to heavy metal. Bouncing up and down, crowd surfing, head banging.”

“Beating people up to music?” Ellie makes a huh sound of consideration and shrugs. “Sounds like you guys all needed better hobbies. But I bet the music was good.”

“Wasn’t my style, but it had its moments.” Joel tells her fondly. “Especially if you were in a bad mood.”

“Probably better than the old man music you played in Bill’s truck.” She hops up on her stool from earlier and retrieves the water glass she hadn’t quite finished. “Old dudes with guitars singing about horses and stuff.” Ellie explains to you. “Boring.”

Joel sighs and rolls his eyes, amazed that teenagers never seem to change no matter what. “Yeah, you could have kept reading the magazine.” Joel snorts.

“Blegh.” She pulls a face, looking around the room and realizing that she is the only one present who had no interest in naked men whatsoever. “So…food smells good.”

Joel can’t help but chuckle at the horrified expression before she changes the subject. “It does.” He murmurs. “And you look clean, for the first time in a long time. Maybe even can sleep in a real bed tonight.”

“Absolutely. She’ll have her own room, not just her own bed.” Something that is all the more helpful, you think, considering the debauched shit you’ll be doing down the hall…

Ellie snorts and sends you a look that clearly says she knows what you are up to. “Hopefully far away from you guys.”

“Hey, look at that, Ellie volunteered to set the table for us.” You laugh when she groans and direct her to the stack of glasses, silverware, and bowls that you amassed while not talking to - or making out with - the guys.

“Who sets tables?” Ellie huffs under her breath, aware of what it is. As she has mentioned to Joel several times, books are still a thing. “Why? Everyone’s just grabbing food anyway.”

“Sometimes it’s nice to do things the old-fashioned way.” You scoop up the stack of low bowls and sweep her out the door at your side. You’ll do it with her, then. That’s fine. It’s just nice to pretend things are a little closer to the way they used to be tonight.

“You’re gonna show me how to do it?” Ellie asks, grabbing the other things and hurrying after you. Most adults barked orders or acted like she should just know. Joel didn’t, unless it was yelling at her about being safe.

“The hotel used to do it a fancy way, but I can show you how my mom taught me at home.” She’s a sweet kid, and in general you always liked kids. It’s just a damn shame that they can’t have childhoods for the most part anymore. Everyone has to grow up right away in the world the way it is now.

“That’s cool.” Ellie relaxes slightly, frowning as she watches you fold the cloth napkins. “You— in the kitchen, you said something.” She ventures after a moment. Looking down at her own napkin to fold it like she had just watched you do it. “You said everyone in that room was – you know…queer?”

“Yeah.” It was true, no use beating around the bush about it. “Do people not use that word anymore? It’s been a long time since I talked to anybody about it but my husband, so I’m sorry if it’s offensive.”

“No, they use it.” Ellie reassures you. “I just— you’re married to Dieter. Does that mean you— you’ve been with women too?” She’s hesitant to ask, but she’s gotta know. It would be nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have a dick about things like this.

“Ah.” Sitting down in one of the chairs at the round table you’re setting together, you turn to give Ellie your full attention. “Yes. That’s exactly what I meant. Did you…want to talk about something? Or ask me something?” You remember your own sexual awakening and coming out as painstaking and awkward at the best of times. You can only guess what kind of hell she’s had to go through.

“Not now.” Ellie glances back at the kitchen doors as if Joel and Dieter will come rushing through. “Just— uh, maybe sometime before we leave? If that’s okay?”

“Absolutely.” Without hesitation, you give her shoulder a squeeze and go back to folding napkins like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “How about tomorrow we go for a walk and we can talk about whatever you want?”

“That would be cool.” Ellie brightens considerably and shoots you a grin. “Really fucking cool.”

It only takes the two of you a few more minutes to get things set up and then Joel brings the pot out from the kitchen with Dieter trailing behind carrying a ladle and pitcher of water like the master of ceremonies. “Dinner is served!” He announces with glee.

It’s been a long time since they’ve had a hot, fresh meal and Joel is grateful for it. Smirking as the kid immediately plops down in a chair and eyes the pot hungrily. “Thank you.” He offers. “For sharing with us.” You didn’t have to, despite the history between him and Dieter and he is grateful.

“Friends are few and far between these days.” Dieter shrugs his shoulders as he starts to portion out the stew. “It’s nice to share with people we care about.”

All of you know that it’s still generous but Joel just nods and sits down beside Ellie. “We’re gonna stay for a couple of days.” He tells her. “Rest up.”

“We’re gonna go for a walk tomorrow.” Ellie reports cheerfully, pointing at you with her thumb before she digs into her dinner.

“Just around the grounds.” The last thing you want is for Joel to worry. Despite his insistence that the girl is only a responsibility, he clearly does worry about her. “We won’t wander. I promise.”

Joel hesitates for a moment, watching you and finding that you have every intention of being safe. He nods. “That’ll be good.” He offers, taking the water pitcher from Dieter. “Sure, you can talk about things we don’t understand.”

“There’s plenty we don’t understand.” Dieter snickers. “They’ll have tons to talk about.”

“Never said I was a genius.” Joel grumbles, aware of how many things he doesn’t know.

******

As simple as the meal is, it’s satisfying and delicious. Ellie wants to listen to music after eating so you show her the gramophone and records while Joel and Dieter clean up, and two hours after sitting down to eat the four of you are climbing the stairs to the habitable suites on the fourth floor. It’s worth the climb for the promise of soft beds and warm fires, and Ellie happily retreats to her own set of rooms to light a fire and sift through some books that she pulled out of the mail-slots-turned-bookcases in the lobby.

Even if it’s lukewarm water from buckets in the kitchen, Joel groans at the feeling of scrubbing soap into his skin. Closing his eyes and sighing as he lathers up his entire body to sluice off after doing so, the kitchen drain working as a shower for this hasty bath.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous, but Dieter flits around the room like an anxious new bride. He’s made the bed, cleaned up his bedside table, and washed his face all while yammering endlessly to himself. “Hey.” You stop him when he passes by you at the fireplace the fourth time. “We don’t have to do this, ya know. If it’s too much, I mean. We can just sit and talk tonight.”

“I’m nervous.” Dieter admits, sighing like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “It’s Joel and I just— I want it to be what I remember. What I’ve wanted every time I was with another man.”

“It’s not going to be exactly the same, baby.” This is one of many times that you’re grateful Dieter has never had trouble opening up to you. Twenty minutes into your relationship or twenty years, he had always been honest. “You’ve both grown up a lot. But that means you can have new experiences with him now, and that is its own kind of wonderful.”

“I know.” Dieter bites his lip. “I just – he knows how I feel and it’s just – I never thought I would actually get to have the two people I love together.” He confesses.

“It’s not like we could just call him up and invite him over.” The world as it is has made a lot of dreams obsolete or impossible, so you can understand that Dieter had just put this thought aside entirely. “But I love you so much, baby. And I’m going to do whatever I can to help make tonight good for you, okay?”

“I want it to be good for you too.” In a perfect world, he would have you and Joel curled around him every night. Making him the middle of a very sexy sandwich.

“I’m not worried about that.” You always enjoy yourself in bed with Dieter. It’s a given fact of your relationship, as well as any time you’ve had someone else in your bed. “I think we’ll all have a good time, but the key is to relax, baby.”

“Too bad he didn’t have any of that hydro with him.” Dieter pouts, hating that there’s none of his supply on him. It would have been fun to get high with the two of you tonight.

"Do you want to grab a bottle of moonshine, Dee?" There's some of it on the bar in the front room of the suite, and social lubricant - so to speak - might not be the worst idea in the world.

“I’ll go grab it.” Dieter lights up at the idea and rushes to kiss your cheek before fleeing the suite to rush downstairs to grab the bottle. You watch him go with a soft shake of your head, wondering if he remembers that there are some in the front room or if he'll go all the way downstairs to the hotel bar and end up bringing Joel upstairs with him in the process.

Dieter bypasses the front bar and bounds down the stairs with an eagerness that defies the aging joints of a man over fifty years old. Wanting to have a few sips of moonshine and relax with you and Joel, let things come naturally so everyone has a good time. He needs this to be good because he feels complete in a way he hasn't in a long time.

“It’s me!” He calls as he passes the kitchen where Joel has been washing up and changing his clothes. “Getting booze!”

“I’m done.” Joel is probably more relaxed than he’s been in a long time. A pair of sweats and a t-shirt, probably Dieter's, is all that he is wearing and it’s almost cozy in its lazy appeal. The building is secure and it’s almost like he’s on a vacation.

“Everything fit okay?” They’ve always been roughly the same size, but Dieter is still nervous when he pops his head around the corner to look in on Joel.

“Yeah.” Joel chuckles. “You like baggier clothes at the end of the world. But at least everything breathes.”

“I liked baggier clothes before the end of the world.” Dieter grumbles. “Damn stylist is the one who had me in the other shit.”

“You looked good in it.” Joel hadn’t obsessed like some might have, but if he saw Dieter on a magazine cover, he picked it up and thumbed through it. Mainly while waiting to buy his and Sarah’s groceries.

“You old softie.” The grin on Dieter’s face is unrepentant. Going for humor instead of sentiment has always been his best armor. “You looked at the glamour shots?”

“Hard to miss them when your ass was plastered all over the place.” Joel grumbles, even though he’s smirking at his lover fondly. “You always were an attention whore.”

“Again, I went to Hollywood.” The exasperated hand that Dieter waves is just for show, he can’t help but smile at Joel. “I don’t know why anybody thinks I’m not super fucking aware of myself.”

“Because you act like you don’t care.” Joel murmurs softly, always able to see Dieter for who he is. “You act like your life depends on it.”

“Only one other person can do that, ya know.” He huffs and waves for Joel to follow him out of the kitchen. “I came down to get a bottle from the bar. Let’s go upstairs.”

“Lead the way.” Joel grins at the way Dieter blushes and seems almost demure as they make their way towards the stairs.

“There’s…” he swallows, working to cover his nerves, and studiously watches his steps so he doesn’t trip going up the stairwell. “There’s no pressure.” Dieter murmurs. Despite what he wants more than anything, no one is going to enjoy themselves at all if they feel forced.

Joel’s chuckle can only be described as dirty as it echoes in the stairwell. “I might be old, but there’s still plenty of pressure.” He teases, reaching out and touching the small of Dieter’s back. “But only the kind that will go away once we are all exhausted and sticky.”

That image earns him a low groan from Dieter, who speeds up his steps measurably to get upstairs that much faster. “Get up here,” he grunts when Joel lags behind.

Joel chuckles and there’s still a smirk on his face as he reaches the landing for the fourth floor. “Old, remember?”

"You're barely older than me." Dieter tangles his hand in Joel's with a grin, tugging him along the hallway to lead him to the correct suite.

“Yeah, but I feel older.” Joel grunts, grinning at how eager he is to get to the room.

“There you two are.” Sitting by the fireplace with a book, you look up when the suite door bursts open, admitting the men you’ve been waiting for. “Did the stairs get the best of you? Having what is essentially a fourth-floor walk-up is kind of a bitch sometimes.”

“Not as bad as forty-fucking-three floors in Kansas City.” Joel snorts. “Kid called me a lazy ass and I was just trying not to die.”

“Forty-three?!” Both you and Dieter shudder at the thought. “My knees hurt just thinking about it.”

“So….” Joel looks around the suite, surprisingly tidy for Dieter and nods. “You’ve set yourself up well here, I’m impressed.”

“It took a long time. And the people who were here with us at first helped a lot.” Your book goes back to the little table that you keep beside your chair at the fireplace and you stand up, stretching along the way. “Ellie’s all set up down the hall. She’s got plenty of firewood for the night.”

“Good.” Dieter looks like he’s about to have a heart attack, or tear someone’s clothes off. So Joel decides to act, taking the bottle of moonshine from him and pulling the cork out of it. “Any good, Black?” He asks before he puts the bottle to his lips.

Dieter is about to say that it could be a lot smoother when Joel nearly chokes coughing on his first taste and all three of you burst out laughing, breaking the tension completely. "This batch was made with some crab apples," he explains when Joel looks at him like he's just been poisoned. "It's not exactly applejack, but you get used to it."

“Jesus.” Joel chokes out, slapping his chest and wheezing slightly. “That’ll wake your ass up.” The burn of it slides down his throat and warms his belly.

"It's a sipping drink, as they say." Dieter jokes, affecting a snobby tone.

"No, baby." You take the bottle from Joel and knock back a swig. "This is a shooting drink."

Joel takes the bottle back and takes another swig, handling it better this time because he’s expecting it. “Your turn.” He grunts, handing the bottle back to Dieter.

It’s not a competition but Dieter still manages the burn far better than either you or Joel, putting away a few solid swigs before handing the bottle off again. “Feels exactly like high school again when you start the night off with cheap, strong booze,” he jokes.

“We did drink a lot of that shit.” Didn’t hurt that his parents could never remember what they had drank and what they hadn’t so the liquor cabinet had been replenished when they were actually home.

“Sounds like you two had a far more interesting time as teenagers than I did.” You take a long drink from the bottle and pass it back to Dieter. “All I remember is pop quizzes and dances I never had dates for.”

Joel snorts. “I was a jock.” He reminds you. “Baseball. And for some reason, people liked me.”

“People still like you,” you remind him gently.

Dieter huffs. “He’s always been like this. No way he’s about to start believing it now if he didn’t then.”

Joel snorts and shakes his head. “You’re one to talk, Dee.” He huffs. “Now, are you going to kiss me, or do I need to kiss your wife?”

“I thought about it.” As if he could think of absolutely any-fucking-thing else, and he rubs his hands together eagerly. “You two should get better acquainted. I already know I want to fuck both of you.”

Joel chuckles and turns towards you. “What about you, honey?” He asks, voice dipping low as he looks at you, “Would you kiss me?”

“Is that your seduction voice?” The theory itself just amuses you, since he does not have to try that hard. “Come here, Joel.”

Joel frowns slightly, unsure of what you mean and comes closer just like you asked him to. It’s endearing, how literally he takes the direction, and you reach for his hand to pull him in closer to you. This time it’s your fingers digging into flesh and you closing the distance between the two of you slot your lips to his.

There’s been one person that Joel has kissed in twenty years besides the two of you today. He groans, letting you take control and guide the kiss where you want to take it. Wanting to see what had enthralled Dieter. To see if their taste in women ran parallel.

It's not necessarily that you're so confident tonight, but your curiosity is overwhelming. This is the man who has held a piece of Dieter's heart for more than thirty years, and now that you've met him you find that jealousy doesn't enter the equation. You and Joel are vastly different people with just a few key similarities, and there are also vast differences between Joel and Dieter. But still, somehow, you find just enough parallels for him to draw you in. The soft panting coming from Dieter's direction as you start to lick into Joel's mouth as you deepen the kiss doesn't hurt, either.

There had been so many times while they were young, horny teenagers, that they had imagined something like this. Thinking that it was impossible but dreaming of finding a woman who didn’t mind their attraction to men as well as her. It seems like a culmination of those far-flung fantasies and if he just gets tonight, or maybe a few days, Joel wants to make the most of it.

The first sound from you is a low moan, and it vibrates through you like the heat of the fire – going so deep that it gets right down to your bones and wraps around you along with Joel's arms. He tastes like remnants of dinner and the sharp zing of homemade liquor, but there is a quality to Joel that is entirely his own that is nothing like Dieter's essence. Joel is musky and deep and overtly masculine in a way that is surprisingly enthralling.

Joel hears the low whine that comes from Dieter, making him open his eyes and peer over at him. There’s a hunger, a desire burning in his lover’s eyes. The two people in front of him are ones he cares about and wants to see together. Joel’s hand slips under your shirt to span your back and unclip the bra you are wearing.

His hands are absurdly large and warm, and you groan when he pulls you in to work the clasp of your bra. It's an intoxicating feeling - you love being undressed - and in turn you slip your hands under Joel's borrowed t-shirt to slip it over his head. It's a shame you have to break the kiss, but it takes you barely a split second to dive back in again.

There’s a huff off to the side and Joel chuckles into your mouth. If you aren’t careful, Dieter will be standing naked when the two of you break away from each other. Just to hear you moan, he cups your tits and squeezes them.

“Harder.” Dieter instructs, when you moan softly at the extra attention. He knows exactly how to touch you like second nature, and he knows you need more. “She likes it rough.”

“I can do rough.” Joel growls as he pulls away and bites your jawline. His hands grow firmer, fingers twisting the tipped peaks of your breasts harshly.

“Fuck.” There’s nothing delicate about how Joel touches you now, and it’s perfect. You arch into his touch and feel Dieter step around to frame your back: fingers digging into your hips as he grinds his already hard cock into your back with a needy groan.

“Mmmmm.” Joel feels Dieter press close and his hardening cock twitches. “You like that, sweetheart?” He grunts, pinching them again. “Want me to bite them?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, just pulling back to duck his head down and wrap his lips around a nipple.

Dieter strips away your shirt and tosses your bra aside along with it, wanting to watch how eagerly Joel buries his face in your tits while the fire warms all of your skin. Reaching for each of these men with one hand, being sandwiched between them makes you feel positively petite. It doesn’t matter whether you’re large or small compared to other women - between these broad men you might as well be the daintiest women in the world.

Joel does as he’s promised, biting and then soothing. Groaning around your breast when your fingers twist into his hair and you tug gently.

“Fuuuck — that’s it, Joel. Shit.” Whining at how good it feels, your fingers pull a little harder at his hair and reach behind you to pull Dieter closer. He’s nipping at your jawline but you’re aching for a kiss.

Despite the no nonsense, gruff exterior he gives, Joel loves praise. He likes giving a partner, a lover, what they need. He does it again, shifting to kneel down more and switching to the other breast.

Breaking away from your husband, you gasp and moan a little, looking down at the man currently trying to suck your soul out through your nipples. “I think I hit a nerve,” you tease, moaning again at the scrape of his teeth. “Both you boys like praise, huh?”

“Where do you think we got it from?” Dieter gasps, jerking his hips forward and groaning in response to your fingers brushing over his cock. “Joel loved hearing how his cock drove me crazy.”

Joel’s answering groan vibrates through your skin and you whimper at the sensation. “I’ll have to re— oh my god, Joel — remember that.”

Only when each one of your nipples is puffy and perked up as much as they can get, does Joel start to kiss along your chest. Down your navel to dip his tongue into your belly button.

“Lean back, baby,” Dieter encourages, wrapping his arms around your torso to cup your tits in his hands. “Let Joel finish stripping you. Let him see that gorgeous pussy.”

Joel hums, knowing that any pussy that has kept Dieter enchanted for this long has to be magical. That was one of Joel’s hang ups, he had never known if Dieter had been…bored with him. Since he had just kind of stopped communicating after getting to California.

If he can’t smell your dripping pussy by now you’ll be shocked, but you do as Dieter orders and let Joel take over completely. His pace and his appetite will dictate how things go at least for now, because you’ve never found a reason to stop a man from eating your pussy if that’s what he wanted to do.

There's something to be said about leaning in and smelling a woman's cunt. Joel leans in, pressing his nose to your curls and inhaling. Appreciative of the fact that you had access to normal bathing practices and humming as his thumbs slide through the protective layer of hair to find the slick nub of your pleasure to press his tongue to.

Your hips buck slightly and you gasp, making Dieter chuckle darkly behind you. “That’s it, honey,” he rumbles in your ear. Both of his hands might be on you, but your husband has you caged to his chest and fully exposed. “Let Joel play.” Your knees buckle, and you might have just slithered down to the carpet if it weren’t for Dieter holding you up. Joel stares up at you as his tongue makes the first pass, wanting to see your reaction and gauge what you like.

“Goddamn.” The feeling of difference, of newness has you shivering as Joel laps at your folds. It’s been years since anyone besides Dieter touched you and Joel has a completely different air about him than your habitually submissive husband. Dee loves to serve – Joel doesn’t seem to be the same way.

Joel pushes deeper, grabbing a thigh and pulling it up over his shoulder. His knees ache and his back is protesting, but he will stay right here as long as is needed to pull you apart and leave you floating on a cloud of pleasure.

Your quick pants and curses seem to be the right brand of encouragement, because as soon as he has your leg draped over his body, Joel is a man on a nearly unhinged mission. His tongue seems to unfurl so deeply inside you that he might taste your whole being and not just your cunt. He feels the hands on his shoulders and hair, tugging, coaxing and urging him on. Listening to Dieter groan and you moan up above him. Watching the darkness of both of your eyes spurring him on.

The way Dieter had your arms pulled behind your back became moot the second he decided that playing with your tits sounded like more fun than keeping you still, and you rake one hand through Joel's wavy locks to spur him on while reaching for your husband with the other. Dieter's hard cock is pressed against the small of your back like if he tries hard enough he might be able to fuck you there, but it's your hand that he gets wrapped around his pulsing length instead.

It's amazing that he still remembers the exact sound that Dieter makes the moment someone touches him. It's whiny and needy, deeper than it had been at nineteen and more confident, but still the sound rips through Joel and makes him groan into your cunt. Reaching behind you, letting go of one of your ass cheeks so he can slide his hand up Dieter's thigh blindly.

Dieter moans - loudly - at the firm touch of Joel’s callused hand grasping his hip, and frantically tears away his jeans to give both of you full access to touch him anyway you want. You may be tangled up in each other, but that’s no reason not to reach and touch and feel. It’s filthy and decadent, taking Joel back to a time where only pleasure matters. Nothing about survival was even remotely a thought and he loses himself in the sensation.

You’re all one mass of bodies and entangled limbs until Dieter shifts his weight and you nearly topple, turning one of your own moans into an unsteady giggle. “Maybe we should get in bed?” You offer, not wanting anyone to end up with an accidental injury out of a threesome. Plus, none of you are young anymore. Joel’s knees must be killing him.

Oh so reluctantly, Joel pulls his mouth away from your sopping wet cunt, smacking his lips and he rumbles out a small chuckle. “He is always so impatient. Good to know it’s not changed.”

“In some ways I don't think he's changed much from your Dee at all.” As much as you hate to lose the gorgeous feeling of Joel’s talented tongue lapping through your folds, you know you’ll get it back in just a minute. Crossing the room to get in bed isn’t exactly a long journey. But you flash your husband a grin when you take his hand. “Or maybe he’s been our Dee all along?”

Dieter flushes, unable to deny that. Buried deep, relegated to that ‘first love’ rosy view, he’s never stopped wanting this and now it’s here. “Lay the fuck down, I’ve dreamed of sucking your cock again.” Dieter demands, his own cock bobbling heavily as he rushes over to the bed.

“Bossy.” It’s endearing because it shows how much Dieter has wanted this, and you nudge Joel onto the mattress. “Come on handsome. Plenty of room for me to sit on your face while Dee gags himself on your cock.”

It’s a rush, stripping down frantically in anticipation of touch. Nearly trembling and the hard exterior he presents to the world is crumbling under the weight of your want. Finally laying down, he doesn’t know who to reach for, so he grabs both of you, dragging you both up for a kiss.

The messy, needy moment is a clash of tongues and teeth punctuated by muffled moans, and Dieter grasps at Joel's arm to pull him that much closer. He practically crawls on top of his former - current - lover and pulls you in with him. What Dieter still feels for Joel is complicated and deep, and he wants to know if somehow you might have some of that inside you as well. If it could ever grow.

Joel’s fingers sink to Dieter’s hair, his other hand wrapped around the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away. Greedy for you both and unwilling to let either one of you out of his grasp now that he has a taste of you together. Even if lazily making out wasn't one of your favorite things in the world to begin with, it would be with Joel. If his hand had crept its way between your legs instead of rolling your nipples tightly between the pads of his fingers, you might just stay here indefinitely.

One more kiss is all Dieter can take before he is breaking away with a gasp. “Fuck Joel.” He whines. “I need- fuck, just lemme taste you again.” He leans in and bites your shoulder. “His cum always tastes so fucking sweet, like yours.”

“I think I promised he could keep eating my pussy.” You grin, leaning in to kiss your husband before throwing Joel a teasing wink. “I think our lover should be so pleasure-drunk by the end of the night that he forgets his own name. What do you think, baby?”

Dieter groans and nods. “God, baby, I want to ride his cock again. Isn’t it so pretty?”

“Do you want to ride it more than you want to suck it?” Dieter tends to get greedy when he has options and you love the little pout on his lips when you finally pull away from kissing Joel. “It’s a very pretty cock. Maybe you should do both.”

“I’m going to fuck both of you.” Joel promises, groaning at the thought.

“We have plenty of time,” you remind both impatient men, though you don’t protest when Joel reaches for you to pull you up and swing one leg over his face so he can groan into your pussy. “We don’t have to do everything in one night, guys.”

“Greedy.” Joel chuckles, turning his head and nipping your inner thigh. “He’s so fucking greedy.” He licks the skin and turns to nuzzle your curls again, burrowing his nose through the thatch.

“Jesus.” Your legs shake when the tip of his tongue snakes out to flick your clit again, but there is nothing in front of you to hold on to. The best you can do is reach behind you for the headboard to steady yourself, darkened eyes devouring the sight of the man you dedicated your life to groaning as he eagerly swallows Joel’s cock.

Joel’s eyes roll back and all he can do is show your cunt appreciation. Rumbling a moan through you while his hips shift up, eager to greet his lover’s tonsils again. Dieter had always been so eager to show he could push past his gag reflex when he was younger. Making it a race on who would cum first, you or Joel.

The rising volume in the room would be startling if you even gave a shit right now. Joel's fingers are digging into your legs as he pulls you down on his mouth like he's trying to use you to suffocate himself and Dieter is reaching across every mark and scar on Joel's skin like he can soothe them away with enough determination and affection. Joel curves his leg, bringing it up so he can rub his foot along Dieter’s calf, showing him some appreciation for the mind-blowing sensation of his mouth around his cock. It’s been so goddamn long since someone’s blown him with such unbridled enthusiasm.

Every moan from the back of Joel's throat shakes through you. Your own hands knead your breasts and pinch your own nipples for that extra lick of sensation, but it's the watching that you love. Staring unabashedly as Dieter takes every inch that Joel has to offer him over and over and over again with so much eagerness that he actually manages to gag himself a little from the sheer speed that he's bobbing on Joel's cock at.

Joel’s jaw starts to ache, working open and closed as he uses his lips and tongue the best way he knows how. He’s never been much of a talker, but he knows how to use his mouth. Squeezing your hips as his tongue lashes your clit over and over again, he encourages you to grind down on his face. Wanting to feel the weight of you on him, to have him nearly suffocate in you. It’s the only way he hasn’t lost his mind and cum yet. You nearly scream when he sucks your clit into his mouth, the all-encompassing way you shudder and gasp as the white-hot pulse of your orgasm takes over means you’re barely holding yourself up but the bed head holds. The string of incoherent praise from your lips has Dieter smirking, knowing that that reaction of yours can’t ever be faked. You’re lost in yourself as you flood Joel’s mouth with cum and watching it is so incredibly sexy.

Closing his eyes, Joel moans. Aware that the mouth around his cock has slowed down. Holding him in his throat but that's okay with Joel. Needing a moment to cool down so he doesn’t cum too soon. Busy drinking down your release as you writhe beautifully above him.

For Dieter, edging is almost a religious experience, and he knows now that both he and Joel need to cool off a little so you can enjoy yourself the maximum amount. You both love to watch - specifically watch each other - and the way he’s bent over Joel right now feels like worship. This is the closest Dieter ever gets to worship. Worshiping the people he loves.

For his part, Joel doesn’t stop working you through your orgasm until you are shifting away. Your cunt moving away from his mouth as you can’t take anymore and he flops back onto the bed when he can’t chase your lips anymore. “Fuck.”

Dieter grins lazily at the expletive, keeping his hand wrapped around Joel’s shaft even as he looks up between the two of you. “We can if we want to.”

Joel rolls his head to the side and smirks at you. “Why don’t you suck his cock while I eat his ass to get him ready?” He suggested it to you. “See how many pathetic sounds we can pull out of him.”

“All of them,” you predict, knowing your husband well. “All of them, and it’s going to be so worth it.”

Dieter bites his lip, moaning at the thought of having both of you touching him. “You’re still going to fuck me right?” He pouts at Joel.

Smirking, Joel sits up and reaches for him. “Why do you think I’m going to eat your ass? Gotta get you ready.”

“He promised to fuck both of us,” you remind Dieter, stealing a kiss as he crawls up the length of Joel’s broad body. You’re curious now, aching despite having just cum, wondering if Joel is as good with his cock as he is with his tongue.

“Right, right.” Dieter bobbles his head now and straddles Joel’s waist so he can grind down against his length and make him moan. “But you could hurt me?” He offers softly, willing to let Joel do anything to him. He had always been willing to let Joel hurt him, even from the moment he had pushed him into that bathroom.

It’s up to Joel and Dieter, what they do together, but you look between the men almost apologetically. “It’s the one thing I won’t do,” you explain to Joel. Hurting Dieter - even if he enjoys the pain - is completely out of the question for you. You’re just not that kind of lover.

Joel bites his lip, aware that he could but there’s time for that later. “Dee, how long has it been since you’ve gotten fucked?” He demands, wanting to know the truth. Even as his cock twists against Dieter’s skin.

“We have a whole drawer full of toys.” He promises, closing his eyes and shuddering a little at how different a warm cock feels against his skin than a cold toy. “Maybe a week and a half? Two weeks?”

“You know that’s not the same, baby.” Joel resists, but Dieter is pouting down at him just like the first time he begged him to fuck him without any prep. “Get on your back.” He huffs, rolling his eyes at his lover. “Impatient.”

Dieter us grinning like he just won the biggest victory in the world, scrambling to follow orders and not caring at all when you giggle softly under your breath from beside him. He knows he can be greedy in certain - ok, most - aspects of life. And there has been no way to be greedy these last twenty years except sex, so he revels in it.

Rolling his eyes over to you, Joel tilts his head. “Do you at least have lube?” He asks, “a little bit?”

"In a manner of speaking." It's not as though the KY factory is still operational in the apocalypse, but you nod and move to the side table across the bed from you, pulling out a small bottle of oil that you use as lube. The fact that it gets refilled from the remains of the olive oil down in the kitchen is beside the point - it's edible, it's safe, and it works.

“I won’t use much.” Joel promises, knowing how precious something like this is. He could have just used spit, but this is better. Better for lasting longer.

"Use enough." The last thing you want is for something to go wrong because the guys weren't safe.

He takes the bottle and watches as Dieter wraps his fist around his cock. “Fucking hurry.” Dieter moans, squeezing himself and slowly pumping his cock. “You were always too damn slow.”

"So fucking impatient." You chide him, hearing Joel chuckle darkly behind you. Situating yourself to lay alongside your husband, you nip idly at his hip while Joel shifts forward, and lets two fingers slip through your folds while you enjoy the sight of the two of them together. Once they find their rhythm you'll add yourself to the mix, but they deserve the chance to find each other again.

“Pet his pretty face and coo at him.” Joel orders you with a wink. His cock is coated in the oil and just the barest brush of his lubed fingers finds Dieter’s puckered hole before he is moving his hands to grip Dieter’s legs to guide them up on his hips. “Fuck it’s been a long time since I was this goddamn excited to sink into a tight hole.”

Dieter is a writhing, whimpering, pouting mess as he does every single thing Joel needs and impatiently waits to have his needy hole broken into. He opens his arms for you, though, letting you curl up to his side and nip along his jaw and neck while silky sweet phrases like 'good boy' and 'so fucking sexy' reach Joel's ears from your lips. You're laser focused on making sure your husband feels good right now, even if that pleasure comes from someone else.

Taking your hand, Joel guides it to Dieter’s cock right before he slides his knees forward. Grunting slightly with the aches and pains that come with age, he wouldn’t stop right now for anything. Shushing Dieter softly as the other man’s hips try to roll down and can’t as he positions him exactly how he wants and presses the head of his cock against the quivering hole he’s about to breach. “It’s okay, Dee. You’ve been so good; I’m going to make you take every inch.”

******

“Joel, fuck— please!” Dieter whines, knowing the house is empty and that no one will hear him as he squirms underneath his boyfriend. Joel’s larger frame has him caged in on the older boy’s mattress and what had been the rapturous giving of hand jobs while making out was now much more intense. The head of Joel’s cock is nudging at the entrance to Dieter’s ass and he’s so overwhelmed and eager that his eyes are watering as he begs.

“You sure?” For all his gruffness and sarcasm, Joel likes to tease. Especially when it gives him this doe eyed expression currently being offered by the needy mess he calls his boyfriend. “You want me to take your virginity? Break open your tight little ass and fill up another hole with my cum?” He’s aching to, wanting to experience this with Dieter, but he also wants to make sure he really wants it.

“No, I want you to cum in my ear.” Dieter huffs, rolling his eyes and pouting as he tries to grind his hips down again despite Joel holding him steady. “Fuck Joel— yes.” The whining begins all over again when he can’t get any friction from movement. Joel is in control physically, even though Dieter doesn’t realize that he’s actually the one in charge of whether or not this happens at all. “Take it— I’m giving it to you. Need you to—to fuck me. God it’s going to feel so fucking good.”

Joel chuckles, his cock already soaked from the way that Dieter had tried to suck his soul out before he had flipped him onto his back to tease him. Still he spits in his hand and starts to pump his cock with the head pushed against his hole. “Yeah baby? You want me to fuck you?” He coos mockingly as he pushes his hips forward enough to start nudging the head inside his boyfriend’s ass.

“Fuck—I—yes!” Just that little sensation of being barely breached has Dieter panting ragged breaths and saying silent thank yous to the universe for Tommy having a date tonight. Having all the time in the world to let Joel take him apart is like the best gift he could ever ask for.

Chuckling, Joel leans down to slide his tongue into Dieter’s mouth as the head of his cock slips inside and the ring of muscles clench down around the ridge. “Fuck.” Joel pants slightly, holding steady over him.

“Shit.” Dieter practically yelps but it’s buried behind a moan as both of his hands shoot out to grab onto Joel’s arms. “Keep going.” He begs, panting heavily.

His brow wrinkles and he bites his lip as he looks down at Dieter. The urge to just drive his hips forward is nearly overwhelming but he’s soooo tight. “Fuck, fuck, I am.” He groans, sinking another two inches into him and moaning.

The flashes of blinding pleasure and pinching pain combine in Dieter’s body and mind, translating only to wanting more, and the inexorable bond between the two seems immediate. Water pricks at his eyes and his fingers curl into Joel’s arms, whimpers falling from his lips as he rolls his hips down to beg for more.

Joel huffs in amazement, sure that Dieter would have asked him to slow down, to stop, give him a minute. Or even just to pull out. Instead he’s begging for more and all Joel can do is groan and feed him his cock just like he is wanting. Faster than he would want but apparently not fast enough for his boyfriend having his cherry popped.

He only pauses when Dieter yelps slightly, responding to a jolt of Joel’s hips with a sheepish grin. “Hurts so good,” he admits, eyelids already fluttering at the mix of sensations and how they’re making his impossibly hard cock throb and drip precum onto his stomach. He half wonders if he could get off just from Joel fucking him - no hand or mouth involved at all.

“Jesus.” Joel hisses watching as Dieter’s hands fist the sheets of his bed and he decides that if he’s not saying stop, he’s going to keep going. “Gonn— gonna— fuck.” His control slips and instead of the slow roll of his hips, he snaps them forward and buries himself to the hilt.

“Fuck!” Dieter’s hips lift off the bed and his back arches, legs splayed haphazardly over Joel’s arms like they mean nothing at all. “Fuck, fuck, holy shit baby.” A torrent of incoherent praise threatens to bubble to the surface but all Dieter can manage is a few disjointed phrases as his body sings with pleasure.

He would think that Dee is writhing in pain but he knows when his boyfriend is nearly about to cum. Holding his hips down as he hunches over him, grinding his cock even deeper. “You like that, baby? You like my cock deep inside you?” His voice breaks, threatens to give out as he clenches his teeth when Dieter squeezes him in response.

“I can’t wait to do this to you.” Dieter breathes out, whining and letting out a shuddering gasp when Joel pushes deeper. “Fuck, baby, it’s amazing.”

Joel groans, his cock twitching inside Dee as he imagines it. The most he’s done is have a finger up there. Unless you count the time Dieter licked his asshole. He had nearly come up off the bed.

The way Joel twitches inside him makes Dieter moan louder, and a spurt of hot, sticky precum leaks from the tip of the purple cock. “Do it, Joel,” he whines, eyes open and teary, begging his boyfriend to move. “Fuck me.”

He can’t do anything but exactly that. Groaning as he pulls his hips back, his thrusts are stilted, unmeasured as he fumbles his way through pushing back inside and adjusting his knees to not collapse on top of Dieter. “Fuck.” Awkward and inelegant, the few minutes that this dance between them lasts are worth every second of the experience. Time bends itself around them, making five minutes last five hours, and the rainstorm outside absorbs both boys’ sounds of ecstasy as they climb quickly closer to their peak.

Now he’s got Dieter’s legs on his shoulders, on his knees as he pumps his hips forward, moaning every time he fills him again. “Fuck— fuck, shit I’m gonna cum.” Joel grunts out, surprised he’s lasted this long. It’s only because Dieter blew him earlier otherwise he would be done for. “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

Fullness is now a sensation that Dieter is intimately familiar with, but he never could have imagined what feeling Joel cum inside him would be like. How that would be the thing to trigger his own orgasm, splattering his stomach and chest with his own sticky release.

Joel groans, watching Dieter’s eyes roll back and his cock twitch between them. Jerking up and spurting cum all over his chest. It’s so fucking hot that he just came all over himself, while Joel’s cock continues to pulse deep inside him. “Fuck, fuck is it that good? It made you cum, baby?” He reaches out and wraps his hand around Dieter’s cock, pumping him through his release.

“Holy fucking shit.” When Dieter’s slack jaw moves again, he swallows a gulp of air and looks up at his boyfriend with adoration swimming in his eyes. He won’t say what he’s been thinking for weeks now, but it’s loud and clear in his heart and his mind. “That’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

******

You are the center of attention, muffled praises coming from Dieter as he bites and sucks at your breast. Leg tossed over Joel’s hip as he licks into your mouth, the slow pump of three thick fingers curl up into you again as he pulls back. “You’re doing so good for us sweetheart.” He coos. “You liked watching us, didn’t you? You’re so fucking wet. Slick from watching me fuck your Dee.”

Agreement comes on a moan, the nodding of your head somehow in tone with the thrusting of his fingers inside you. Joel has broad hands and thick fingers and it’s magical.

“It’s good baby, wish you could feel how tight he gets, his little hole squeezin’ me, kinda like your cunt right now.” Joel doesn’t talk a lot, but it doesn’t mean he can’t. Especially when he’s figured out you like the sound of his voice, rougher and lower than Dieter’s baritone. “Can’t wait to feel this around my cock.”

It's debatable if Joel clocked your voice kink early or if Dieter told him, but either way you've long since melted into the bed with the steady sound of filthy words in what's left of that silky Texas drawl. "What are you – fuck – waiting for?" You can feel his cock twitching against your hip and it's like a metronome for the throbbing in your pussy.

He chuckles, pressing his lips to yours and sliding his tongue through when you so willingly part them so he can flick his tongue against yours. "Your husband drained me." He reminds you huskily. "Fuck, if it was thirty years ago, I would already be deep inside you. Maybe even twenty years. Now I need a minute to recover." His fingers are sucked deeper by the grasping clutch of your cunt and his soft cock twitches.

Decades with Dee have made you acutely aware of what happens to aging men’s refractory periods, and the fact that your ability to cum and cum until you just collapse from exhaustion is very different from how their bodies work. “If you need to rest…” Pulling back from him is all about having an honest moment, even if his fingers are still inside you. “You can always wake me up creatively.”

Shaking his head, Joel smirks at you and leans down, biting your bottom lip. "Baby, I'm not sleeping until I've filled both of you up." He promises. "Want to see both of you leaking my cum." You've informed him after he fucked Dieter that pregnancy isn't possible, owing to issues before the end of 'modern' medicine, and he knows you aren't trying to trick him on that.

“Just trying to play nice,” you offer, catching his lip and giving it a nip in return before leaning over to your other side to press a kiss to the top of Dieter’s head. “I know someone loves to watch just as much as I do.”

Dieter pops off your breast with a blissed out smile. "It's— baby you're so beautiful when you're getting fucked, and I've dreamed of watching Joel fuck my girl." It's always been in the back of his mind when he was with any woman but especially the love of his life.

“I think somebody missed his man.” The affectionate chuckle from you is really for both men, even as you lean down to kiss your husband’s lips. The connection between them is so strong that getting to share a sweet moment amongst the intensity is a privilege.

Dieter huffs and blushes but he doesn't deny that. He did miss Joel. Joel was the first person to ever make him feel safe, to feel loved and wanted. Even if he had never spoken the words to him, Dieter had felt like he was worthy of living because Joel Miller cared about him. There had been a lot of times before Joel where he hadn't wanted to go on, and now - even in this harsh, post-apocalyptic landscape - Joel still brings that sense of safety to him.

"It's okay." Seeing the blush on Dieter's cheeks, you press another kiss to his lips and cup his cheek with your hand gently. "I get it now." It's a touching moment, but Joel can't help but curl his fingers and press them against that spongy spot he discovered makes your toes curl. "Shit, Joel!" That little motion pulls your back and hips right up off the bed and you gasp out his name, giggling to yourself about the way it takes you right out of the moment. Dieter does that stuff too from time to time – breaking the tension with physicality. Now you wonder who got it from whom when they were teens.

The man to blame chuckles and leans over to lap at your other breast. "You weren't paying attention." He hums playfully before he bites down gently.

"Telling Dee that I understand why he's still in love with you after thirty years isn't paying attention?" The hand you have on Joel's back curls around his shoulder now and holds him close to you. "My apologies."

Joel huffs at you, completely unaware of why he would still be in love with him. Rolling his eyes up at you and licking your nipple again. "Hush, I want you to cum."

“So demanding.” You tease, huffing at him in turn. But your rotating hips have been listening the whole time, moving with his hand to meet every thrust of his fingers.

“You want me to get hard again or not?” Joel asks, smirking down at you. “You wanna ride me, or have me fuck you into this bed like I did Dee?”

“You’ve already worked hard tonight, handsome.” The arm you had around him snakes back to you, slipping down between you to wrap your hand around his cock in encouragement. Feeling a cock grow hard in your grasp is always well worth it. “Let me ride you.”

“Fuck.” Joel groans, rocking his hips towards your hand as he pumps his fingers faster. “Fuck yes.”

Your amused chuckle washes away on a deep groan as Joel stretches his fingers out a little more inside you and hits just the right angle, making your legs quiver right before your pussy clamps down around all three digits inside it.

“That’s it, that’s it sweetheart.” He groans, loving the heat that washes over his fingers. Feeling your body start to shake with another orgasm. “Cum for me.”

Dieter’s expression of adoration doesn’t waver, watching you come apart for Joel. It takes over his whole face, shining in his eyes while he looks at the two of you. It’s the dream scenario, for him anyway, even if he’s watching you cum for Joel in a hotel bed after the collapse of civilization instead of in your mansion in Sherman Oaks.

Joel always enjoys the ride when he makes a partner cum. Kissing your jaw and your lips while you moan softly, cunt fluttering around his fingers until he senses that it’s time to stop moving them and let you catch your breath. “Beautiful.”

“On your back.” As soon as you’ve caught your breath you’re on the move, shifting so that Joel can get comfortable in the middle of the bed.

Joel rolls over as ordered and his hand finds Dieter’s thigh, finding his gaze on him and silently asking permission one last time.

"Don't be so nervous," Dieter chides softly, pressing close to slide his tongue into Joel's mouth and savor the taste of him while you straddle his waist. "She's amazing." Joel grunts into his mouth, reaching up to tangle his fingers into the curly locks of his lover and kisses him back before he lets go and turns to watch you grind against his cock.

"Keep going if you want." You rise up on your knees to position yourself over Joel's cock and start to sink down, fighting the urge to let your eyes shut in bliss as he stretches you out. "I don't mind wa—" Every inch makes you gasp a little and you slow down a little to savor the stretch. "Watching you make out while I ride you."

“Want to watch you take me.” Joel smirks, knowing that he has Dieter beat in the girth department slightly.

"Like to see how well you split me open?" If you were him, you'd love that too. As it is, your mouth drops open on a low moan the more you sink down on him.

“Fuck yes.” Joel groans, taking your hips and grunting as your walls squeeze him tight.

Dieter's groan is almost louder than yours as you seat yourself fully in Joel's lap. "Goddamn." You gasp out, swirling your hips in a rolling figure eight before rising up again to push out another curse on your way down. "So fucking thick, baby. Holy shit."

Joel chuckles smugly and lightly slaps your hip. “You’re just tight, sweetheart.” He coos, pinching your skin and then rubbing it gently. He likes the way you look on his cock and twitches as he rocks his hips up.

The pace you set might not be as brutal and needy as what he had picked with Dee, but it's energetic enough to have both men reaching for your bouncing tits and smacking your ass in alternation.

“Jesus.” Joel hisses, unable to stay still underneath you. It’s too much to even try. You fit him perfectly and ride him like he’s a bull you're trying to stay on. “Come on baby.”

It doesn't matter that your thighs burn and your knees protest a little more than they used to, the feeling of connection is deeper than you can put your finger on at the moment but you know that having Dieter's hand squeezing your ass every time it connects with Joel's thighs feels like more than just lust.

Somehow your fingers tangle with Joel’s, Dieter’s free hand also linked in. The three of you holding onto one another as you bounce your way closer to another orgasm. “So good, sweetheart. Doing so good for me.”

"So good." You echo, free hand leaving your tits to let your fingers circle your clit and letting your head fall back in pleasure when his cock throbs like it's responding to his hungry eyes devouring the sight. "Fuck, Joel. You're so fucking sexy -- could ride you all night."

It's an ego boost considering he thinks Dieter is far more attractive than he is. Groaning, he plants his feet on the bed and starts thrusting up, eager to see you fall apart, this time on his cock. "Do it." He dares you, knowing that you couldn't possibly keep this pace all night long but he's willing to sacrifice sleep.

“Gladly.” It’s bravado for both of you, but that doesn’t change the sentiment. That you both would if you could. Every time you impale yourself on him is another glorious groan out of both of you, and you know that chasing that orgasm for both of you won’t take long.

“Shit.” He hisses, watching as your bounces get tighter, more urgent. Leaning forward so you can press your lips against his, trapping Dieter’s hand on your tit between you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuccckk.” Joel’s arms hold you tight to his chest as he pounds into you, catching your fingers as they press into the swollen nub of your clit and pressing on it that much harder with every thrust. It ramps up so quickly that you barely manage to gasp out a warning before another orgasm slams into you like a freight train.

It's beautiful, the way you cry out and turn towards him. Even though you had been kissing your husband the second before you had shattered. Moaning into his mouth has his hips rock up a few more times before he feels his own body give into the pleasure and he fills you with an aching warmth and a gasp of your name.

“Oh my god…” Catching your breath, you revel in being splayed out on Joel’s chest and the way Dieter has curled up to both of you to cling to being close to the two people he cares about most in the world.

Joel chuckles, rubbing your back and his head rolls to the side so he can look at Dieter. "If you think that was good, wait until we share you." He teases.

“Tomorrow.” You mumble, grinning at them both. “We’re definitely doing that tomorrow.”

Joel hums and grins back at you, still stroking your back softly. “We can arrange that.”

"As many times as you want." Dieter agrees, softly pressing a kiss to your lips before leaning over to give the same to Joel. "For as long as we're all together."

“Come with us.” Joel urges, reaching out to keep Dieter close. “We’ll stay for a few more days, but I want – I just found you again.” He bites his lip. “I don’t want to leave you.”

Dieter's eyes immediately find yours, begging without saying a word, and you know that as usual it's your job to be the practical one. To not let your feelings run away with you. Even though, at this moment, you want to say yes and make big promises just like you did when you fell in love with Dieter. "Why don't we talk about it tomorrow?" You suggest, looking between both men indulgently. "When Joel isn't inside me?"

“That works.” Joel nods, trying to retain that practicality that has seemingly abandoned him. He pats your hip and sighs softly. “We should clean up.”

“Water in the basin by the fireplace should still be warm.” You stifle a yawn with one hand as you reluctantly slip off of him, hoping your legs will cooperate. “I’ll get it.”

“You stay put.” Joel insists as he rolls over with a groan. “I’ll take care of you both.” He had wondered where the warm clean rag to clean up him and Dieter had come from, but he hadn’t asked. Now he pushes to his feet and strides over to get what he needs to clean his lovers up again.

“You want to go, don’t you?” Alone even for a moment with your husband, you brush his sweat damp curls from his face and smile. “You want to stay with him.”

“Is that okay?” Dieter manages to frown and give you a wide-eyed pleading look, hoping you would understand.

“It’s going to be dangerous.” Despite that warning, you place a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Wherever we end up may be a lot more difficult than living here has been.” You both have seen the writing on the wall— you know that your supplies here are running out. That you’ll have to leave eventually. “There may not be privacy for a long time, or even any kind of comfort.”

Dieter bites his lip and his eyes flicker back over to Joel as he turns and moves back towards the bed with two rags in his hands. “I think it will be worth it. But—” he turns his head and cups your cheek. “If you don’t want to go, we stay.”

“Baby, we’re going to have to go. Probably sooner than we’d like.” The kiss you press to his lips is soft but earnest, full of all the love you can muster. “But I don’t want you to lose him, and the world out there is a hell of a lot less scary if you share it with people you love.”

“What are you feeling?” Dieter asks quickly, aware that Joel has slowed his stroll across the room after seeing the way your heads are pressed together.

“That he still loves you.” To you, at least, it’s obvious. Obvious in the way they are together and the way they were even before you all climbed into bed together. “And I know you still love him. And…I don’t know if Joel is like us. But if he is - or he could be - then I hope he could grow to love me, too.”

Joel interrupts the moment, finally reaching the bed and he kneels on it gently, his eyes shifting between the two of you. He didn't hear what was said, damn hard hearing, but he can guess. The conversation revolves around him, and he nudges your knees apart so he can start to clean you up. "I never imagined Dieter with a woman, not permanently." He offers quietly, smiling at you, and rolling his eyes. "But then again I didn't expect Dieter to stay with anyone. And he managed to choose a woman that both of us would want."

“I think I surprised most people by getting married.” Dieter admits, though he waggles his eyebrows at you in seeming triumph. “Me and her included.” He smiles at Joel proudly, chest puffed up even in his eagerness. “I laughed instead of crying when he proposed.” Your hand still on Dieter’s cheek strokes his patchy beard fondly. “That’s how shocked I was.”

Joel snorts and shoots the both of you a grin as you stare at each other lovingly. "I wouldn't doubt it." He huffs. "He was probably nervous and high as a fucking kite."

“Fucking terrified.” Dieter agrees immediately. “But I was stone sober. It was first thing in the morning, and we had just finished fucking.” He laughs at himself, knowing it had been a whim. Looking back, he’s still surprised you said yes. “I took her ring shopping that day.”

"You have a good story to hold onto when things are bad." He murmurs, tossing the rag with his cum onto the floor and then cleaning himself quickly so he can figure out if he needs to go or to lay down again.

“There’s always time to make more good memories.” Shifting over, you nudge Dieter toward the center of the bed to make room for Joel on his other side. “Which is what we were talking about.”

"Yeah?" He asks, not saying anything else. He's well aware of him coming into an established relationship and if you decided that you didn't want to change your dynamic, he understands. He's already put his own cards on the table.

“Lay down.” It might be a statement but Dieter asks it like a question.

"Okay." Joel nods and shifts to lay down on the bed beside Dieter, his hand resting on the other man's hip.

“We know that we don’t have a traditional marriage.” In the years that you’ve been with Dieter, you’ve been the voice of reason. His organizer. His logic. Taken care of him and done what’s best for him, and rejoiced when his needs and wants lined up with yours. Right now, delightedly, you can rejoice. “But there’s very little in the world that is traditional anymore. So…really what we’re saying is that whether or not we come with you is really a question of whether or not you can find it in yourself to share Dee, now that you’ve found him again. B-because,” you waver slightly, afraid that Dee’s heart being on the front of this battlefield is just too much to ask of your gentle husband. But it’s unavoidable. “Because we’re a package deal.”

Joel frowns, staring at you for a moment before he shakes his head. "Of course you are." He grunts, acting like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You are married. I am the one who is the outlier here. Both of you was never the question. The question is where I would fit in."

“Wherever you want to.” Reaching over, you place your hand over his on Dieter’s hip. “You and Dee have loved each other a long time. And so have Dieter and I. So the hope is that you and I can find our way to each other.”

"I don't see that being a problem." Joel admits with a smirk. "Not at all."

The besotted grin that overtakes Dieter’s face flashes victory in your direction and he hums. “Told you,” he gloats happily.

“Yeah, you told me.” But you kiss him indulgently, not upset in the least when you look back at Joel. “We’ll pack up what we can here, and then we’ll all leave together.”

“Together." Joel nods and leans in to kiss Dieter and then you tenderly. He had approached this hotel looking for shelter for the night, maybe a meal or two from what was left in the kitchens. He had instead found the first person he had ever loved and a brand-new future to look forward to. Together.

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[yandere-metal-family]

hi! i love your content. could you do something like dee x fem!reader, but the reader is in a band? no pressure though, thank you!

Aww, thank you. Yall really just love Dee

You are in a niche band, it's more of a hobby thing that you did for kicks

Heavy actually found out first that you were in a band, by accident

Then he told his brother, adding that he wanted to learn guitar to possibly join a band

"A band? What kind of stupid band would you want to join?" Dee jokes, rolling his eyes

"Oh, some band Y/n's in-"

"Y/n's in a band?" Dee quickly sits up in his bed, confused. He didn't know you were in a band, which was weird, since he knew everything about you

Heavy looked up at him, surprised, "You didn't know?"

Dee looks offended at the accusation, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean she mentions it a lot, so I'm just surprised you know... You didn't know"

Dee looks into it and when he finds out you are indeed in a band, he's shocked

He confronts you about it and you're taken aback

"Uh... Yeah. I mean, it's nothing really. It's just a hobby thing, it's nothing serious-"

"Nothing serious?" He surprised. Being in a band is his dream, he loves music and you make music, but you treat it like it's no big deal. "Can I come?"

"Come where?"

"To see your band"

You blush out of embarrassment, "We're not like good. We're kind of amateurs if I'm being honest"

"I don't mind"

Your face just keeps getting red, "I do. Besides, it's small and like I said, we're not very good-"

He just kept pushing it and you couldn't say no. You finally just let him see your band

He was surprised, because you were really good. He was expecting bad vocals and bad harmonization and out of keynotes, but it was quite the opposite

He was offended that you didn't want him to watch

"You were actually really good"

"You sound surprised?"

"You said you were bad-"

"I said we're not very good-"

"But you are! I've always to play like that," Dee says, before elbowing you, "You were really good"

"You're just saying that-"

"No, I really mean it. I'm not saying that just cause I you know... like you and all," he remarks and you turn a bright red and so does he

"Well, you're just lucky I like you and all or they wouldn't have let you watch"

"Oh yeah?" He smirks and you shake your head

"Yeah. Maybe you could bring Heavy, he's mentioned wanting to come-"

That spiked a feeling inside Dee's stomach. He wasn't jealous of his brother or anything, but Dee had to beg you to let him join, but you were just going to let Heavy come? He shakes these nasty feelings and smiles, "Yeah, I'll have to bring him"

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[themaladpativedaydreamer]

His (PT 2)

Pairing: Kai Parker x Male Reader Genre: Smut (+18) Requested by: @amore-xoxo A/N: Again, this is the first time I've written a Top!Male Reader, really sorry if it's dodgy. Warning: Small mention of blood.

A soft gasp sounds through the room as Y/n slowly coughs for air. His hands fly to his throat, it feels scratchy and dry… begging for some kind of cure. Y/n’s eyes squint at the harsh sunlight that fills the room, his ears, unfocused, hearing all sorts of sounds from outside the room, yet one sound stood out: the sequential lub-dub of a heartbeat. Y/n’s attention turns to the boy who sits quietly on his bed with a small cut on his neck. Y/n feels a sharp pain shoot through his mouth as his canines sharpen and lower from his upper dentures. 

“You know what you have to do…” Kai’s voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the bed. In seconds, Kai’s back is pressed against the wall, Y/n’s arm squeezing his neck against the wall. “What did you do to me?!” Y/n angrily questions. Kai only smirks back at the confused and angry boy. “You’re a smart boy. You know exactly what’s happening to you…” The heretic teases as he watches the realisation dawn on Y/n. 

“Dean, be a good boy and offer Y/n here something to drink.” Kai commands the boy, causing the boy sitting on the bed to stand and move over to Kai and Y/n, offering his neck to the transitioning vampire. “All yours.” Dean mutters flirtatiously towards Y/n, glancing between Kai and Dean. Y/n’s pupils turn a bloody red as veins grow intensively under Y/n’s eyes as his gaze shifts towards Dean’s open wound. 

“Take a bite.” Kai soothes, gripping Y/n’s neck and pushing him closer to Dean’s wound. Y/n’s mouth opens, his fangs sharp and protruding, before he latches onto Dean’s wound, digging into his neck. Dean moans softly at the feeling of life draining from his body as Y/n viciously feeds off him. The euphoric feelings rush through Y/n’s body before Dean’s body soon falls limp and dead on the ground. 

“God, you look so sexy.” Kai admires as Y/n pulls away surprised and shocked by his actions. “I-I killed him…” Y/n splutters with a bloody mouth terrified by his actions. “And now you’re a vampire. Look forget about him and look at me.” Kai mutters flippantly, grabbing Y/n’s neck again and forcing the newly transitioned vampire to look at him again. “Tell me the truth, do you want me?” 

Y/n’s lips don’t take long before they are pressed against Kai’s lips, kissing them lustfully and passionately. Y/n felt all his inhibitions slip away, the only thing that mattered was what Kai wanted, and Kai wanted him. So, Y/n was his to have. Kai kissed the vampire back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling the boy closer to him. “I knew you wanted me.” Kai says between moans before being vamp-sped onto the bed. “You wanted me first.”

Shirtless and moaning, Y/n sits on Kai’s lap while the heretic kisses down Y/n’s body. “But you want me more.” Kai teases before his lips close over Y/n’s nipple eliciting a moan from the new vampire. “You’re an ass.” Y/n breathes out before moaning again as he feels Kai’s hands swiftly undo his belt. “But you like that about me… and I bet you want mine too.”  In a moment of swiftness, Kai and Y/n, were both naked, their bodies pressing against each other as they kissed.

Y/n gasped softly when he felt Kai’s hand grip his cock and his own, stroking them together. Kai, using his strength, pushes Y/n on his back before his head moves down to Y/n’s cock. He softly grabs Y/n’s cock and gently licks the tip of his cock before swirling his tongue around the head of the cock. “Stop teasing….” Y/n moans firmly, lurching his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper into Kai’s mouth. 

Y/n’s fingers grip the heretic’s dark brown hair controlling the way Kai’s head bops up and down on his cock, while Kai’s tongue softly massages Y/n’s leaking cock. Kai felt his head being pushed further down Y/n’s cock, which the heretic relaxes his throat taking the cock deeper, and gagging on it causing Y/n to moan, his back arching ever so slightly. 

Kai’s cock now hung over Y/n’s mouth while his mouth hovered over Y/n’s wet cock. In seconds, Kai’s cock sunk into Y/n’s mouth sliding up and down while the new vampire worked his tongue on the cock all while Kai’s mouth softly kisses Y/n’s cock. Y/n’s mouth moved off Kai’s cock, licking and kissing Kai’s balls before moving to his taint. Kai felt his lover’s tongue tease its way to his hole. 

Y/n passionately worked at the heretic’s hole, swirling his tongue around the hole spelling all sorts of things. “Mmh…” Kai huffed as he felt Y/n’s tongue push in and out of his hole. It wasn’t long before Y/n’s fingers made their way to Kai's entrance and started to push themselves in. One by one, a finger pushed into the heretic’s hole, stretching him out. “More, Y/n.” Kai whined, his pleasure intensifying at the feeling of Y/n’s fingers thrusting into him.

Y/n’s hard and lubed cock lightly presses against Kai’s entrance. “You need help there, cutie?” Kai teases, on all fours, slightly annoyed by the teasing. “Oh, fuck!” Kai sharply moans, when Y/n’s cock pushed itself into his hole. “Don’t be a brat.” Y/n snarked as he started to thrust his hips back and forth. The sound of skin slapping fills the room coupled with Y/n and Kai’s moans.

Kai lies on his back with his one leg by Y/n’s side and his other leg draped over Y/n’s shoulder while Y/n’s hard cock pushes deep inside of his hole. Y/n moans deeply when he feels Kai’s hole clench around his cock. His thrusts speed up, chasing the pleasure that only Kai’s hole can provide. The vampire and heretic simultaneously moan when Y/n’s cock fully disappears into Kai’s hole, pushing against Kai’s spot causing the heretic to recoil in intense pleasure. 

“Cum for me, Kai.” Y/n smoothly demands, stroking Kai’s cock while the heretic rides Y/n’s cock. “Mmm…” Kai moans loudly as cum shoots onto his chest while some of his seed spill onto Y/n’s hand. Kai’s hole clenches tightly around Y/n’s cock as a result of his orgasm, causing the Y/n to thrust himself upward into Kai. Y/n’s teeth sink into his lips as his cock throbs inside Kai’s ass, before his warm cum spills out of his cock straight into Kai’s ass. 

“Oh my god!” Caroline’s voice shrieks, shutting the dorm room door immediately. “I just saw a naked Y/n and a naked Kai… together.” Caroline gags as she pushes Bonnie and Elena away from the dorm room. “I think we scared your friends.” Kai whispers, as Y/n kisses down his neck. “They’ll get over it.” Y/n murmurs as he hungrily continues to kiss down Kai’s neck. 

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