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Daddy Issues | Matt Murdock x Reader

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Inspired by this song.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: There are some scars from our childhoods that just won't heal, like daddy issues will somehow always affect our relationships, especially with men. It's the trauma that makes us afraid. Matt Murdock is a considerate boyfriend and he hardly ever raises his voice, so when he lets his anger out on you, he triggers something in you that you have never told him about.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of child abuse, daddy issues (not the sexy kind), childhood trauma, yelling, crying, small injury (reader cuts her finger), not proofread

A/n: This is entirely self-indulgent. I won't tell you why exactly, but let's just say today was not a good day and I needed to write this to feel better. It helped, for the most part. If you have/had a father who yells a lot and likes to blame you for everything, this is for you. But also basically everyone who's afraid of men yelling at you because you've been traumatized before. This has not been proofread or beta-d. It’s just a silly little comfort fic.

Tags: (people who answered the original idea and I think would enjoy this or asked to be tagged)

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In the heat of the moment, some people raise their voices. May it be a fight or a moment of excitement. When we get angry, we often resort to a louder volume and sometimes even verbal abuse. We say things we don’t mean. We wouldn’t be human if that didn’t happen sometimes, although most fights can be resolved by talking civilly. There is no point in screaming when talking like adults is a viable option that won’t hurt anyone. But it hardly ever happens, not when both parties are already worked up to the point of no return.

For you, there has not been a fight or discussion in your life that hasn’t resulted in a screaming match. Your parents often yelled at each other. You grew up like this, the voices of your fighting parents constantly in the back of your head until the day they divorced. And even after that, you figure you started hallucinating their fights whenever the world went quiet around you so you would have some noise in the back of your head.

Your father was the one who screamed the most. He yelled and scolded you whenever you didn’t act according to his standards or made even the smallest of mistakes, didn’t do something or just used the wrong tone with him, something that often didn’t sit right with him.

He always resorted to screaming. The context never really mattered, he just got louder, harsher and he used words that would confuse every kid and make their tiny brains overflow with the guilt they caused. And when you cried, he only waved it off because “there is no reason to cry, I’m just stating the facts”.

It traumatized you in a way many children who grew up in such families understand, and he made you believe that every man in your life has a reason to yell at you, to use you, to abuse you and constantly ask you for things even though you can’t possibly match up to all of their expectations.

You always expect to be yelled at by the men in your life. Even the smallest hint of the disappointment in someone’s voice makes you anxious and more often than not, you start to cry. It’s your defense mechanism. You’re fragile and you get scared easily. A switch gets flicked and you’re suddenly standing in the same house you grew up in, letting your father rain hell down on you because you were too scared to fight back.

The constant screaming made you scared of men, and it made you more careful with what you say or do around others. You tread carefully. You try to please and not to screw up too much, too scared of the consequences and possible negative reactions. In school, you used to do the same, always wanting to please the teachers and when they raised their voices, you often excused yourself and were left shaking and crying in the bathroom.

Matt Murdock has always been a man with a heavy internal conflict, and that conflict resulted in anger issues and his ever-present catholic guilt. When you met him, he came across as attractive yet dominant, and that scared you a little until you talked for the first time in the middle of a cozy coffee shop and he showed how soft of a man he actually is. He keeps himself locked away and that might make him seem unapproachable, but he isn’t. He’s the kindest man you have ever met, and his heart is set right. Out of all the lovers you’ve had, he is truly the best and most considerate when it comes to your relationship.

He treats you like you’re the universe to him and when you fight, it’s more often bickering than it is an exchange of vulgarities and screams. He takes his anger out on punching bags, not you, and when he hurts someone, it’s often criminals who deserve his wrath. His life is complicated, but it’s easier with you in it. He feels alive, he’s told you, and he wouldn’t trade that for the world, so he always makes sure you’re taken care of and happy before he looks after himself.

There is, of course, the issue with his enhanced senses. He’s blind but his senses are enhanced to an extent that most blind people don’t have. You found out about that early on in your relationship, but there’s never been a doubt in your mind about the love you feel for him, so it was no hard choice to stay.

Though dating the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen comes with its collection of issues. More often than not you have to stitch him up or search him in dark alleys and trash cans because he keeps getting in trouble, and the worry often eats you alive. Still, you comfort him when he’s had a bad day, always, and you make him the spotlight of your life every time. In your mind, taking care of him comes first.

But Matt always gives back. It’s his Catholicism, you’re sure of that. He can’t take help. He has to be the one doing the work and moving mountains. He is God’s disciple and he feels responsible for his city and the people living in it. His blindness feels like a gift given to him by God to conquer all possible battles, and while you don’t really believe in God, you have accepted that part of him with open arms and more often than not join him in his faith because life with him is surely not the easiest.

When Matt Murdock feels overwhelmed, he tries not to show it. He’d rather lock himself away than burden you. He’d rather struggle on his own than put the people he loves in danger or hurt them with his personal struggles and the pain that consumes him.

Matt is patient and he doesn’t care if you screw up, even though you apologize profusely most of the time. He’s patient because we’re all human. We all screw up. That is the principle that he lives by and he makes you feel like you can be more of yourself around him. So after a year, there are no more reservations and you feel a lot more comfortable in your skin.

Until this day, he had never let his anger out on you, and he had never opened his mouth to yell at you in any way. Until that day.

He’s different when he comes home. He finds himself at his wit's end, and he has been ever since that godforsaken murder trial started. When he comes home, you don’t think much of his distance toward you, the denial of a proper kiss, and his grunts as he lowers himself on the couch instead of asking you about your day. You don’t think much until it all goes wrong, and you’re not even sure at what point it does or what you did to deserve this, but there has to be a reason because the man you’re seeing right now is not the Matt you usually get to see.

We all have bad days sometimes, others more often, but this seems deeper than just a bad day at the courthouse. This is not the face of an exhausted man after a long work day that just needs some kisses and maybe a blowjob, or to have sex with his girlfriend in all his dominant glory with aftercare to put the cherry on top. This is not Matt Murdock, this is the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen that comes through the front door, tosses his cane into a corner, and then just falls on the couch like a wet sack of potatoes, his fists clenched as if he is ready to explode any second.

You’ve been taught to tread carefully, so you do. You approach him only slowly because you are worried, you always are. Perhaps it’s the line of questioning that has him exploding in no time.

“You okay?” you ask.

He props his feet up on the living room table and huffs. “Fine,” he says.

“You don’t look fine. Did something happen?”

You’ve brought him a glass of water, which he takes with a curt nod. Something is bothering him, but he won’t talk to you.

“Bad day at work?”

“It doesn’t matter now. I’m fine. I just want to forget that today ever happened.”

“You want some coffee?” you decide to ask instead.

“No,” he says.

His leg starts to bounce. It only does when he is agitated or overstimulated and is trying to deal with the world around him.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?”

He sighs. “No.”

“We still have leftovers, maybe I could warm them up.”

His tone is harsher this time, “No!”

You blink, a little taken aback by the force in his voice and involuntarily, you start to shake.

“I just want to be alone,” he adds, softer this time. “Can you… you know what, I’m just gonna get changed.”

And like that, he is gone. He disappears into the bedroom and you’re left flabbergasted. You want to ask what’s wrong, but you’re scared. You’ve never been scared of him before. It’s not him, it’s his reaction, and so you retreat into the kitchen.

Eventually, he comes out again, though he is still missing a shirt. “Have you seen my Columbia sweater?” he asks, the lights of the billboard reflecting off his marble skin.

“It’s in the washer,” you tell him.

“Why?”

“Because it’s dirty. Matt, what is going on?” You place your mug down and look at him, eyes soft and full of concern.

He only rolls his. “I just want my sweater.” Grabbing the used shirt from the chair at the dinner table, he slips it on. It’s not the fabric he wanted and he tenses up, hating the new sensation already.

“Are you sure this is about your sweater? You’ve been on me ever since you got in.”

“Yes, because you keep asking useless questions.”

“Useless?” You scoff. “So my interest and worry for you are useless?”

If there is one thing you have gotten good at it has to be defending yourself.

He brushes past you to get a beer from the fridge. “I told you, I’m fine.” He is good at brushing you off because he doesn’t like to admit when he feels weaker than usual.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Oh, my God, then stop fucking looking!”

“Okay, what the hell is your problem?”

He scoffs. “You don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?”

“Everything.”

“Enlighten me then.”

“It’s not…” his chuckle is bitter. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. You’re gonna keep seeing problems where there are none, so talking to you makes no sense anyway.”

What did he just say? You are so confused and suddenly very angry that you forget you are holding a glass. You smash it down on the counter, and, as expected, it shatters into a million pieces. Most of them fall to the floor and right at his bare feet. His eyes darken.

Oh.

Now you are scared, and not in a way that resembles sexy foreplay. You are scared because he is turning into a stranger right before your eyes. Suddenly, all you can see is not your loving boyfriend Matt Murdock, you see the anger of both your father and your stepfather in his eyes and hear it in his voice and it instantly tells you, 'this is all your fault'.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t see…”

“One night,” he says. He moves out of the kitchen, trying not to step into the glass.

You follow him with wide eyes. “What’s that?”

“One night,” he repeats his earlier statement. “That’s all I wanted. One fucking night where people don’t prod or- or want things from me. And what do you do? You keep talking and talking, and you don’t even care that I simply don’t want to talk.”

“Matt, that is not fair. I just wanted to-“ the tears start to prick in your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Jesus Christ.” And that’s where your strength stops and you retreat into your shell – the next words out of his mouth come so loud, you could have sworn they echoed off the brick walls and shot straight into your eardrums. “For once in your life, stop fucking apologizing!”

His hand lifts, mostly to underline his words, and with the bottle in his hand he is suddenly so close, your eyes squeeze shut at the gush of wind. You flinch, your entire body caving in on itself. It’s not even intentional, you can’t help it. You’ve been conditioned to expect the worst when someone raises their hand, and Matt has never done it before.

He realizes what it looks like the second your heart jumps and your blood rushes loudly in his ear. He can smell your sweat, the tears, and the fear that surrounds you. It’s your pheromones that change and something lingers in the air that makes him stop and think, what did I just do?

He has been so in his head and the city has been loud for hours, he lost most of his patience at the courthouse, and then you’re there all caring and lovely and he can’t help but tell himself he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you. He just wants quiet and to be alone while at the same time, all he wants is you, but it’s too much. It’s all too much.

And now, as you flinch away from him and his booming voice, he snaps back to reality and realizes he made a mistake. He’s never experienced you like this before, and it scares him.

“Did you just…” he begins, his voice soft and barely above a whisper.

He hears you fall to your knees, the taste of salt thick in the air and your breath shakes with every intake. You bite your lip and you collect the shards, trying to clean up your mess as if he would hate you if you didn’t. You whisper a silent, “Sorry.” And then he hears it. You’re sobbing, you try not to but you are, and it is his fault.

“Did you think I was gonna hit you?” he asks, dreading the answer.

You sniffle, not answering.

You flinched, he heard it, and not because you were surprised. You are scared, he knows.

He slowly approaches the kitchen. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

“I just gotta clean this up,” you whimper and you brush the glass together with shaky hands. The tears are running down your cheeks in thick streams and your teeth have gnawed your bottom lip bloody, your throat dry with the denied sobs.

“I just gotta clean this up and then I can make you dinner or something. I don’t… I can fix this. I’ll fix this. I’m sorry.”

It’s your fault, you tell yourself. You pushed him. You deserve this. He worked hard the entire day and you annoyed him. He has every right to do this. In your head, at least. It makes all sense in your head while in reality, Matt has never been more shocked to read your body language than he is now.

He slowly kneels in front of you. “Answer me this,” he says, “did you flinch because you thought I was gonna hit you or because I yelled?”

You shrug, unable to look at him. One of the shards slides across your finger and you hiss, the smallest cut forming and causing blood to pool out of your skin. Still, you don’t stop. You need to clean this up before he gets even angrier at you. In your state, you don’t realize his voice has softened and he no longer stares at you with those blacked-out eyes. He looks sympathetic, almost, but most of all the guilt has spread throughout his features and his heart. He is aching to touch you, but you are scared and shaking and he doesn’t want to hurt you any further than he already has.

He had been so ignorant that he didn’t see the signs before.

“Why are you crying?” he asks again.

You wipe your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you. It’s my fault,” you say. “I’ll clean this up, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“Hey.”

“No, I gotta-”

“Stop.” His hand is on your arm then. “You cut yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” it’s a mantra you’ve taught yourself to say in the hopes you could somehow fix this before it’s too late.

But it’s not too late. When you finally look up, he’s smiling softly, and his thumb is stroking over your skin in circles.

“I’m sorry,” it’s his turn to say it. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. None of this is your fault. I was so caught up in my own shit, I… God, I would never hit you. I just- I didn’t think when I raised my hand. I didn’t think what it might look like to you. And I didn’t think when I yelled because I… in my head, I wasn’t thinking.”

Your facade cracks even more to the point you are seethrough and your defenses have fallen completely. You’re a snotty mess, shaking violently in his grasp.

“I’m trying, I swear I’m trying to be better. Just don’t be angry with me,” your voice is bordering on helpless little sobs, your lips turned downward and God, you are shaking so badly, you haven’t done so since the last fight with your father when you were a teenager.

Matt’s face softens even more, but there is a pain in there too. He takes a paper towel to wrap around your injured finger and he holds your hand, not sure if he is allowed to touch anywhere else, but he wants you to know he is here and he is going nowhere. He is neither mad nor is he going to break up with you. You try to tell yourself that, but it’s hard with the demon in your head whispering all those awful things into your ear, reminding you that everything bad that happens can only be your fault and that there is no use for you but to destroy and disappoint. But you don’t want to disappoint, you want him to be proud of you. You want him to hold you and tell you everything is alright. But you’re scared and you feel so stupidly guilty for something you can’t even put a finger on. Your bleeding finger.

“Angry with you?” he says. “No.” Matt chuckles, but it’s broken and almost whiny as he does so. “I’m not angry at you, bug. Of course not. I was just angry with the world. I was angry at everything else, but not you. I’m not angry at you. I couldn’t possibly be. I’m sorry, it wasn’t fair of me to take it out on you. I realize that now. And the glass…” he forces you away from the chaos gently, helping you stand up without hurting yourself further. “It’s just glass,” he tells you. “I’ll clean it up. There’s nothing bad about breaking something.”

“But the mess,” you say.

“Fuck the mess. The whole apartment’s a mess.”

“I’m so sorry! I can clean it. I can clean up, I promise. I just… I’m so sorry, Matt.”

“Stop apologizing, baby, please. The mess doesn’t matter. The apartment doesn’t matter, and the glass does not fucking matter. None of this is your fault. You didn’t do anything but try to help. I had no right to yell at you. And my hand… I would never hit you. Never.” He squeezes your hand. “I love you.”

You hiccup, whimpering when he pulls you away from the glass on the floor and pulls you into his arms. His chin rests on the crown of your head and you mold into him, the tears taking on new speed and wetting through his shirt. He strokes your back, not sure what else to do, and his lips find your temple. “God, I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that, none of that.”

You cling tighter to him.

He keeps asking himself the same question over and over again. “Who hurt you?” he asks. It’s a valid question. A fear like that doesn’t just stem from nothing. Something happened in the past to have traumatized you this badly.

Your breathing eventually slows down, as do your tears, and you look up at him through swollen eyes. His white shirt is wet now, but he doesn’t care, he only hugs you back to his chest. “My father used to yell at me whenever I did something wrong,” you tell him, your voice muffled through his chest, but he understands every word.

His grip tightens. “Did he hit you?”

“Sometimes, but… I remember that one time I forgot to clean up after myself and he just… he…” The lack of oxygen makes you shudder and you hiccup again, nails digging into his back. “I’m sorry, he just… yelled at me. Sometimes, he’d slap me, but only sometimes. He’d threaten most of the time, but he didn’t do it often. And I mean, I was a hard kid to raise, I-“

“No, don’t blame yourself,” he is quick to cut you off. “You were a kid.”

You shudder again. “Well, I… you know, he blamed me for the smallest of things, so I got used to apologizing and trying to please everyone, but I can’t always do that. I try to fix things, but it doesn’t always work. He used to yell at me every damn time and I just… I get scared. I don’t like it when people raise their voices. It makes me feel so guilty and now I even broke a glass. That’s my fault. I shouldn’t have… you had a bad day, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cry like this. I swear I’m not a baby.”

You move away to rub your eyes. He grabs your face, smoothing the pads of his thumbs over your wet cheeks. The heat has pooled under the skin in an upset blush.

“Don’t apologize,” he says. “It’s okay to cry. If I’d known, baby, I…” Matt can only shake his head in disbelief.

He loves you more than anything and to see you hurting because of something another man did to you, a man who is supposed to protect you, makes him feel all kinds of things, but none of them positive.

But his anger doesn’t matter. This is about you. He has to take care of you now, not himself, and definitely not your father. It’s just you on his mind.

You choke on nothing. “He told me I have no reason to cry because he’s just stating facts.”

Matt clicks his tongue. “No, don’t ever think that again. You have every right to cry when you feel the need to.”

“It makes me weak,” you say.

“Your father’s wrong. You’re the strongest person I know,” he says. “And the fact that he yelled at you and blamed you for things that were out of your control… no one has the right to treat you like that, not even your parents, and he should have never even thought about raising his hand against you. That’s abuse. I can’t believe- fuck! Do you understand that it wasn’t your fault? That he had no right to do that?”

“Yes, but… it happened. Maybe I deserved some of those slaps. I mean you… I- I don’t know. It happened, we can’t change it. And who knows, maybe he was right.”

“Stop it! That’s not true and you know it.”

“I know, but-“

“No buts, sweetheart. I would never raise my hand against you, I promise. I’m not like your father. No one should be like him. You deserve so much better.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” you sniffle, “it was just instinct.”

“Shh,” Matt kisses you gently, “I know. It’s like me dodging punches in a fight. It’s a defense mechanism. Your father, I… you’ve never said anything. I would’ve never suspected this.”

“‘Cause I didn’t think it was important. This never happened before. You never yelled before.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry. You should have told me,” he says. “It’s important to me. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. I want you to feel comfortable around me, not scared.”

You nod. “And I am, really, it’s just… I thought I did something wrong.”

His smile is soft when he leans in to kiss you again, tasting the tears on your lips. “You didn’t. I let my anger out on you for no reason. You didn’t deserve that. It won’t happen again, I promise,” and he dives right back in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, relaxing in his arms as his lips move against yours with sweet precision, making you feel lightheaded. He scared you, that much is true, but it was neither you nor his fault and you realize that now, safe in his arms as he proves his devotion to you with a single breath into your mouth. With his gentle touch around your waist he promises never to hurt you, never to let his anger out on you again, and he promises that he will drive himself to hell personally if he ever scares you like that again because he couldn’t forgive himself if anything happened to you because of him. He couldn’t live with himself if he broke your heart or triggered the trauma you brought into the relationship from your broken childhood, and he promises that he will never leave you, never put you second and always hold you when times get hard because people screw up, bad things happen, and you might be at fault sometimes, but so is he and there is no reason to be put down for being human. He wants to teach you that, he wants to help you heal yourself, and you have never felt more in love than at that moment, losing yourself in his lips, eyes and arms.

He breaks the kiss, moving on to your forehead. “If there is anything else I need to know,” he breathes hotly against your already heated skin, and the exhaustion slowly starts to seep into your bones as the shakes and tension subside from your bones, “please tell me before I make another mistake that might trigger you.”

You take in a deep breath, shaking your head. “There is not much else. My childhood wasn’t the best, but that’s okay,” you say.

He brushes his knuckles over your cheekbone. “Bad enough. Promise you’ll tell me if something else might come up?” He resembles a puppy as he tries to meet your eyes, but he fails miserably.

So you promise him, “Okay.”

“Can you forgive me for yelling?”

Your tears have finally come to a halt. “Yes,” you say.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes fall on the mess on the kitchen floor again and you go to grab the broom. Matt’s arm around your frame stop you and he gently pushes you out of the kitchen. “Let me clean it up,” he says. “Put a bandaid on your finger and then go lie down. I’ll deal with it.”

“No, I broke it. Please, Matt, let me do this.”

“Not everything is your fault, sweetheart. Besides, you already cut yourself once and with how you’re shaking, the next time you accidentally cut yourself I’m sure you’re gonna cause more damage.”

“But I-”

“Go to bed,” he insists, “I’ll be there in a second and then we’ll cuddle so you know I’m serious when I say that I love you more than life itself.”

The weight and guilt fall off your heart. “I love you,” you tell him. “More than life itself, too.”

It’s not a lie. If there is anything or anyone you love, it’s him, and you’ve never been this in love with anyone before. It’s sickening to the point it hurts, but the pain is sweet and it’s all worth it because with Matt, you can be yourself.

The past matters just a little less with someone who loves you right by your side, and he would never give up on you like everyone else did before him.

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18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

I know you've been going through some things…

When Choso wanted to come out and relax get over you, he definitely wanted some time away from you. So, why the fuck were you here? You walked into the club, not noticing him in the upstairs balconies, sitting in a section with Yuuji and some of the other guys. As much as he tried not to, he couldn’t keep his gaze off you. You were wearing those high heels you know he’d love; they made your legs look so pretty, and because of that, it made your ass pop. That was being covered up by some skimpy dress you’d found, probably one of the ones you wore before you guys got together. Not that he didn’t allow you to wear it, but it was hard for him to pull it down every few moments. You had your hair in some cute curls, makeup done all pretty, fuck, it made him miss you. But, unfortunately, fuck you, and not literally.

I know you don't even love the same, do you?

Once you and your friends found your section, you sat your things down and went up to the bar, presumably to start a tab. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to look around as you sat there, finally making eye contact with him. When you saw him, you didn’t look away, instead looking at him with disgust and walking your way back to your section. That made him really fucking pissed. It’s not like he’d thought you be happy to see him but fuck.

Gotta get away, make it happen; whatever happened just had to happen.

“You good man?”

Yuuji had placed a hand on his shoulder, looking concerned as Choso stared down at you with a locked jaw.

“Yeah, peachy.”

“It’s cause she’s here, huh? What the hell even happened with you guys?”

Well, to put it simply, Choso was a bad drunk. He would always fight with random people or get pissed and throw things, but never at you; he wasn’t that crazy. But he was crazy. Especially two weeks back, he got drunk with the boys and returned to your apartment. You were pissed at him, firstly because he came in at 4 in the morning but also because he decided to drive home. And crash his fucking car. That had been your last straw, packing your bags immediately as he wrapped around you, crying, begging you to stay, but being so fed up at that point, you brushed him off. You hadn’t talked to him since then, and he fuckin’ hated that.

You weren’t even giving him a chance to make things right, just throwing your whole relationship away, two long years. He’d put a limit to his drinking since then, not like he was an alcoholic or anything, but when he did drink, he got fucked up. So, he limited himself to three shots, enough to get him buzzed but not nearly enough to black out. He’d started smoking cigarettes again, too, smoking one whenever he missed you. He went through a pack every two days.

I know you've been dancing, dancing, dancing like you fucking got a reason.

Then, there were those fuckin’ rumors. He’d heard through a friend of a friend that you’d moved on pretty quickly, a little too quick, in fact, enough to make Choso think of the possibility you’d cheated on him, and that’s why you left, but he knew deep down it was because of his fuckups and the rumors were far from true. But that wouldn’t stop him from being himself, especially when some random bastard was buying you a drink.

You looked like you whispered something to him, making him call the bartender. She’d handed you two a shot of something, clicking your glass against his and throwing it back. Choso had to look away before he went down there and beat his ass the main reason he needed to stop drinking. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette and focused on the conversation Yuuji and the others were having. For 5 minutes.

What the fuck were you doing? He had distracted himself for a few minutes, that was until he saw you in his peripheral vision. Dancing on that bastard. He took another swig of his Jack and Coke, Yuuji looking over his shoulder and seeing what was happening. He also saw when you’d raised your eyes to Choso, and Choso fixed his eyes on you. He was fucking fuming. This random motherfucker was touching on his girl you, putting his hand on your hips as you rubbed your ass on him. Choso found every piece of self-control he had; you were fucking teasing him. You’d let the guy play with the hem of your dress and set his head on your shoulder, all while looking up at your RECENTLY ex-boyfriend. You turned around then, Choso getting a good view of this guy rubbing his hand over your ass. He’d like the idea that you were too fucked up and gotten more comfortable than you realized, but when you turned around and shot him a kiss, he crushed that fucking cigarette in his hand.

You need to be taken care of and pampered, but just like a pamper, he on that childish shit.

You’d walked off from the guy, him trying to follow you and you popping his hand. Now, getting violent is exactly what you’d expect Choso to do, and that’s why he had other plans. He’d waited until you’d sit back down and called the bottle girl working the sections tonight.

“Hey, you see that girl down there?”

He pointed down at you in your pink patent leather dress clear heels to match. She nodded quickly.

“Yeah, that girl in the pink? What do you want her number or something? She’s real sweet.”

“Nah, just want you to do me a favor. Take this and pay for all her drinks; if she asks who, point at me.”

“You got it!”

Choso handed her his card as she walked away. After a few minutes, the girl began talking to you, then pointed at Choso, who was sipping his drink. You’d whispered something in her ear, and she left the table, promptly returning to him. She handed him his card, and he looked at her for a response.

“She’s done drinkin’ for the night, went ahead and charged it! I pointed you out for her, and she told me to tell you ‘thanks, baby”.”

Choso thanked her and smiled, “Baby” huh? That got him pretty happy, it being the kindest you’d been to him in weeks. He’d looked back at you, and you weren’t in the seat, presumably off to dance with your friends or go to the bathroom. Yuuji, who saw the whole thing go down, shook his head and sat his hand on Choso’s shoulder.

“You’re fuckin’ toxic, dude.”

I know you feel like sometimes y'all don't speak the same language.

Choso and Yuuji began talking about something that was wrong with his car; think he needed a tune-up or something, but that was cut short when you’d walked up to the table, jabbing Choso’s shoulder.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“Whatcha mean, princess?”

“Don’t call me that; you know exactly what I mean.”

“No, actually I don’t. Enlighten me.”

“Maybe if you weren’t fuckin’ drinking, you’d know what the hell I’m talking about.”

That one hurt. He could tell it hurt you to say it, but nonetheless, you kept your arms folded.

“I’m not allowed to buy you things anymore?”

“So, that’s what this is? You buying me back?”

“It seems that’s the only way to get your attention nowadays. Haven’t blocked my number, but leaving me on read? You’re fuckin’ with me.”

“Yeah, it’s cause you’re fuckin’ toxic, texting me after 2 a.m., telling me how much you miss me?”

“It’s because I do, want me to lie to you?”

“No, I want you to fuck off. I’m fuckin’ leaving.”

With that, you walked away from him, leaving him with his jaw locked. You’d told him exactly what you wanted, and he had to accept that. Maybe. He put the cash on the table for his tab, saying bye to the guys, chasing after you.

I know you've been going through some things; wanna get away, baby, let me be your vacation.

When Choso found you, you were sitting on the back patio, smoking a cigarette and crying as you looked at your feet. He hated that he was the one making you feel like this, and he felt like it was his job to fix it. That’s why he brought his arms around you, hugging you from behind. You’d known that hug from anywhere but were too damn sad to move him. To be honest, you really needed one. He’d guided you from the patio to the parking lot, opening his car door and setting you in.

“Want me to take you home?”

“Yeah…”

“Where are you stayin’ now?”

“I want to go home.”

You wanted to go back to your guys’s apartment. Choso felt himself perk up a little; your wanting to go back home was a step, right? He put his hand on your thigh, which you moved almost instantly as he pulled out of the parking lot. You leaned back in the seat, opening the window for fresh air. He thought you looked so beautiful. Flustered cheeks, smiling as your hair blew out the window. It made him smile, seeing you happy again; he couldn’t remember the last time you did.

You came back down in the seat, giving him an awkward smile, wrapping your arms around his arm on the gearshift, laying your head against it. You looked like you were gonna nap, but your eyes were opened like you were thinking about something. Choso was thrilled by the attention you were giving him, but it was pretty hard to drive. All he had to do was focus on not crashing, but then again, maybe that’s what you wanted, emotionally, that is.

I know you know I am down for whatever; you know I'm just here to make you feel better.

Take a load off on my private island, come inside, and go into hidin’.

Choso parked outside your apartment building, taking a second to ensure you were awake before taking you out of the car. You didn’t feel like standing, so you hopped up so he could carry you bridal style. He was trying so hard to be respectful, but your tits were sitting right in front of him; if you guys were on good terms, he’d be sucking on them by now.

Now, when Choso said he missed you, he really did. Was it normal to think about your ex while you, ya know? Probably not, but when he tried to think about anything else, all that came to him were early morning sessions with you or spontaneous fucks in his car. Right now, he was pretty fuckin’ hard, but the mission was to get you ready and put you to sleep.

Choso unlocked the door to the apartment, carrying you inside. He took off your heels and fixed your dress, sitting you down. He turned around to lock the door, about to take you to-

I know that you've been sacrificin’ your time and need time to unwind and let go, so let go, and let's go.

You wasted no time, bringing Choso’s head into your hands as you kissed him. He was too fuckin’ shocked to process things. But that pretty much ended when you jumped up a little, him picking up your legs and wrapping them around himself. He’d back you onto the wall, deepening the kiss as you groaned into his mouth. You wrapped your hands around him as he sucked your neck, leaning your head back as he rutted his hips against yours.

“Baby…”

“Yeah, princess?”

“On the couch…”

Choso brought you back from the wall, clearing the distance from the hallway to the living room in seconds. You hadn’t let him lay you down on the couch all the way before you pulled him down to you by his neck, the other hand lifting his shirt. He helped you take it off promptly, averting his attention to your dress, unzipping the back, and taking it off you in one motion. With your tits exposed to him, he’d climbed on top of you and kissed you, bringing his face down to your chest and sucking the skin there. As he laid you all the way down on the couch, he started sucking your nipples, rubbing the other between his fingers when he didn’t have his mouth on it. You’d started bucking your hips, begging him to touch you, and that he did.

Choso pulled your thong down, got off you, and sat on the floor. Swiftly, he brought you up and pulled your hips to the end of the couch, legs getting thrown over his shoulder; he began to finger your pussy. God, you were sexy. Fondling with your tits as he pumped his fingers into you, throwing your head back as he started to indulge in you. He could swear you’ve never tasted this good before; maybe it was the distance, some sort of marination period, who knows. What he did know was that his tongue was making your body go crazy. Every lick on your clit had you rutting your hips on his face, body on full display as it moved uncontrollably. He was starving so badly couldn’t even look up at you like he’d usually do; this time, his face was completely engulfed with your pussy, pleasing you in any way he could.

Excited, activated, get ignited.

You’d started moaning louder, his name falling from your lips over and over, getting closer as he fucked you with his tongue, nose rubbing on your clit.

“Baby…”

He knew you were about to cum, so he pinned your hips down, making you groan as your fingers found his hair again.

“Baby, fuck, I’m close…”

You’d started pulling on it, your other hand gripping a pillow on the couch as you started to let go. Finally, his eyes looked up at you, wanting to see you when you came, and that was the tipping point for you. Your eyes rolled back as you ground your hips into his face, shamelessly making him eat you through your orgasm. The aftershocks had you screaming his name, whining as he sucked you into overstimulation. Choso didn’t really care. He was so fuckin’ happy to taste you again; he was a man starved.

“Okay…”

He hadn’t stopped holding your legs tighter as he put all his attention on your clit, knowing it would have you melting now, faster as you came down from your last high.

“Choso, fuck, okay…”

Your hands were still in his hair, you could pull him back at any moment, but instead, you let your body fall apart as he made you cum again, this one stronger than the first. You were practically screaming this time, cumming all over his face as he pulled away reluctantly. Both of you sat back for air; shortly after, Choso came up to kiss your thighs up to your stomach, then landed on your lips, which you’d moved him away from instantly.

You a star; you need space.

You’d gotten up and walked to the bedroom, pulling out one of his shirts and putting it on. You threw your hair up in a ponytail as you sat at the bar counter, lighting one of the cigarettes he’d left there. He stood up, slightly confused. To be fair, he was pretty sure you two were about to fuck again, but if you just wanted head, he was okay with that too. He was just unsure why you’d gone cold again. You’d brought the cig to your lips, lipstick staining the filter as you brought it down to the ashtray.

“Do you want some water or something?”

“Don’t fuckin' talk to me like I don’t live here. I can get the water myself.”

His jaw locked as you walked to the kitchen, getting yourself a glass of water.

“You’re pissed at me again?”

“I was never not pissed at you, Choso.”

“Was that before or after I just ate you out?

“Both. During also. I can’t fucking stand you, but your tongue is pretty nice.”

Choso started laughing, wiping his face in disbelief as you walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind you. He felt pretty fuckin’ lost. Yeah, he’d figured you’d still be mad at him, and of course, sex wasn’t gonna fix things, but he did have a sliver of hope that his tongue inside you could be the peace treaty.

You wanted space? He’d give you space. He’d walked over to the pack of cigarettes, lighting one, and slamming the lighter back on the counter. It seemed the only common point you guys had was that pack of cigarettes. He went to the cabinet, grabbed the whiskey, and poured himself a shot, pretty much fed up with the night.

I know you've been cryin’ and poutin’,

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

You were standing in the bedroom doorway, catching him before he could throw the shot back.

“Come the fuck on-”

“That’s so fuckin’ like you. Go ahead and take it; crash your car again while you’re at it.”

You were really getting under his skin, taking low blow after low blow.

“You keep fuckin’ talkin’ to me like you’re some sort of saint.”

“Oh, really? What does that mean?”

“Don’t act like your memory escapes you from earlier, sweetheart. Staring me dead in my face while you dry fucked some guy? Pretty fucked up, if I do say so myself.”

“What I do has nothing to do with you.”

“Oh really? Then why’d you shoot me a fuckin’ kiss after? You’re fuckin’ with my head, and you know it!”

“You know what? Fuck you!”

You walked to the living room, grabbing your things.

Know you're tired of arguin’, no screamin’ and shoutin’.

Now, Choso knew he probably should’ve left it at that, but there were too many unresolved emotions not to fuckin’ argue. You’d moved back to the bedroom now, almost slamming the door in his face, before he caught it and walked in after you.

“Then, earlier, you’re like, “Don’t talk to me like I don’t live here?” Hmm, maybe it’s because you haven’t fucking lived here in weeks!”

“Why’s that, huh? Because you’re a fucking asshole!”

“I know, and I’m sorry! Shit, I don’t know what to do!”

He started crying now, whiskey and cigarette long forgotten as he paced the room yelling at you.

“I wake up every fucking morning wishing you were here! Same when I go to sleep, missing you more and more every day, and you? You won’t even give me anything; the only thing you’ve given me in weeks is your pussy and interactions that just leave me confused!”

“You don’t think I miss you, Choso? My heart fucking yearns for you every single day, but shit, I have to have some sort of resolve. Months and months of taking care of your drunk ass when you’d come home! Why do you deserve anything else, huh?”

“You won’t even let me fix my mistakes! Shit, I’ll stop drinking altogether, stop goin’ out, whatever it takes for you to come back! I’m shit without you, and I know that, and you know that, and I’m sorry, but please, baby, please just let me fix it!”

Choso was in your arms now, sobbing into your shoulder as he held you, both of you crying now.

“Baby, please, just one chance…”

“Choso…”

“Anything, baby, just come back home.”

I know you just tryna maintain.

You pulled Choso’s face away from yours, looking him in his eyes. If you were being honest, he looked a fucking mess, but fuck, you loved him.

You wiped away his tears and kissed him softly. Hesitantly, he kissed you back, deepening it as you brought your arms around his neck. His hands found the arch of your back, pulling you in closer as you kissed him hard.

You’d gotten back in his arms now, kissing you like that for a moment before gently laying you on the bed. As he got on top of you, you started fondling the button on his pants, taking them off before coming down to kiss you again. His legs sat between yours, hand under the arch of your back as you two made out. It felt so good, having you in his arms again. Nurturing you. Loving you. Pleasing you. He’d brought his kisses to your neck, sucking your skin until he knew hickeys would blossom.

You moan softly as he moved the kisses down your collarbone, hand massaging your side as you arched into his touch. He pulled your shirt off, and you almost immediately pulled him down to kiss you. Choso had every intention of taking it slow if you ever wanted to fuck him again, but right now? You just fucking needed him, and he just needed you.

I know you've been divin’ through pain.

Choso took his briefs off, exposing his dick as he fingered you, prepping you to take him after so long. He used your cum from before to lubricate his shaft, coming down to kiss you.

“Princess?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I fuck you?”

You say yes with a kiss and a nod, relaxing as he kisses you, slipping inside you.

“Fuck, princess…”

“Baby…”

Fuck, he missed you. Your walls tightened around him as he sunk in, fully inside you now. He began fucking you slowly, making sure it felt good for you.

“Missed you, baby. So much…”

“Choso, fuck me… please.”

He picked up the pace a bit, going steady as you began to moan in his ear, whispering how good it felt. He nuzzled his face in your neck, moaning in your ear as his hips began to move faster. You brought your hands up to hold his back, one of them coming up to rest in his hair. Choso could tell you felt good, but when you brought your legs around him and fixed them on his waist, he knew exactly what you wanted. He brought his arms down to either side of your head as he began fucking you faster, losing yourself on his dick. Your nails were scratching his back now, moaning his name loudly as he fucked into you at a pace that had both of you sweating. He just couldn’t stop praising you, so grateful to be fucking you again.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy.”

“Takin’ me so good, baby.”

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

Your reactions to him talking you through it made his heart skip a beat. He felt like you were made for him, your pussy wrapping him up and sucking him in as he fucked into you in that sweet spot, and as you gripped him tighter, the faster he thrust into it. In a few seconds, he’d begun fucking the shit out of you; any attempts at making love thrown out the window now. You two hated each other for the past few weeks, but despite all that anger, you both were sexually frustrated, holding out until one of you caved in.

I know you goin' so crazy; I know you runnin' on empty.

Choso lifted your hips from the bed, sitting back as he fucked into you fast, watching you try to grip the sheets as he fucked you. You were in heaven. A few drinks, two orgasms, and making up with your boyfriend? It definitely had you feeling really good. That and your boyfriend fucking the shit out of you.

“Baby…I’m close…”

“Yeah, princess. I’m about to cum too.”

Choso focused on pleasing you, but he knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer, not with your tits bouncing from the thrusts he was giving you, that and the fucked out look on your face, cheeks flustered and trying to catch your breath. He brought his thumb up to rub on your clit, the overstimulation on your bud nearly sending you over. You pulled him back down to you, groaning his name as he fucked into you deep and fast, drilling you into the bed.

“Cum for me, baby, I got you.”

You felt yourself come undone, body bucking into his as he held you, screaming his name into the air as you held him close.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name, give it to me.”

You began panting and whimpering into his shoulder, sending him over as he tensed up, cumming inside as he fucked you through both of your highs.

That shit can fuck with your mental; I know this shit, don't you tempt me…

When you both came down, Choso couldn’t bring himself to pull out of you, so blissed out from the feeling of your pussy. It wasn’t until he fell to your side, exhausted and on the verge of passing out. As he came to, he looked over at you, eyes half open, exhaling slowly. Shaking himself together, he got up and went to the kitchen, handing you a glass of water; you slowly drank it, trying to get back to earth. You both laughed at the sloth-like pace it was taking you to drink the water, flipping him off when he went to help you out.

After getting a few sips in, he picked you up again, taking you to the bathroom for a bath, wiping your makeup as you gave each other kisses every now and then. When he’d dried you off, he pulled out your pajamas and put them on you, getting dressed and laying you on the bed. He turned the TV on, getting in the bed with you as you picked out a movie, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, so much.”

I know you. I know you. I know you.

♱ the song used in this story is i know by big sean and jhene aiko. 🖤

(this fic was mostly based on prior experiences; made me cry a couple times, but i am so happy i could turn that into this! hope you enjoyed it 🖤)

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𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘.

DAY SIX OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompt: slasher au (still takes place in the tlou'verse) + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni, soft dark fic, horror, murder mystery

summary: bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in jackson. as the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.

word count: 10k (i don't know what happened)

warnings: dubcon at the end, knife kink, descriptive canon typical violence, blood & mild gore, grief and death, an unpleasant guy hitting on you, murder, face-sitting, throat-fucking, mutual oral sex (69), dirty talk, possessive!joel, exhibitionism (tommy watches very briefly, he also kisses you in a platonic way), sex in the woods, piv, Joel is actually quite nice if you exclude the murders, mild breeding kink, size kink, little bit of blood kink

a/n: the owl mask joel wears in this to hide who he is is inspired by @softlyspector's post about the tawny owl mug joel uses in tlou part 2 which I still get sad if I think about it for too long 😭

Bodies have been dropping dead all around you long before the outbreak.

Maybe not in the everyone-you-know-is-getting-infected-and-killing-people type of way, but more so in a death-never-felt-like-a-stranger-to-you sort of way. Yet, you still don’t know how to deal with death. Your grief is as violent as a butterfly flapping its wings; the strength of it non-existent but you never know where, or when, it’ll cause a storm.

First, it was your grade school teacher. You didn’t have a particularly strong bond with her but you did like her. You still remember how your friend's voice quaked as she gave you the news on a landline. You couldn’t believe it and had to accuse her of making a joke, even though you knew she would never joke about something like this. Then your dad took the phone from you and you just assumed your friend's mom did the same. The next week, when you went back to school and the funeral was now behind all the children in the classroom, the custodian cut the last tablecloth your teacher had used for her desk and gave a piece to each and every one of you. It was a vibrant orange cloth with daisies scattered around – ugly, but you still cherished it.

Then it was your pets, grandparents – there was also the time when your pet-crazed neighbor adopted another smaller dog while she still had two untrained, over-energized dogs, and the two twins ripped the other dog apart. You had seen the carnage. By some miracle, that small, fluffy dog named Sugar was still breathing, alive. You had held a blood bag over the dog's head, hoping that the small animal wouldn't die.

She didn’t die that day, but it sure as hell left a scar on you.

As a kid, you never seemed to quite grasp the ways of grieving. You didn’t get angry. You didn’t cry. You just. . thought about it. However, the emotions came differently when you became an adult. Now when someone close to you died, you felt it more violently, oddly enough you still fought against the tears and only cried when you were alone.

On Outbreak Day, you lost everything.

Your family, your friends—your life, now it was all about survival, but survival towards what, you didn’t know. You killed for it, fought for it. Yet every move you made felt automatic like you were wired to at least try and survive — to wait it out and not be left behind when civilization rebuilt itself once more.

You made some friends along the way and lost some friends too. You locked their faces and their memories in your heart, only unlocking the box when you were truly and utterly alone.

Then you found Jackson.

And you met Joel and Tommy Miller.

Your official title is scavenger but you much prefer to label yourself as an explorer instead.

You’ve adapted to your quite well life at Jackson. You go beyond the borders, sometimes alone and sometimes with other fellow explorers, and gather supplies or try to pinpoint other locations threats might be lurking in. You’re about to go on another trip, this one shorter than your regular one to two-week expeditions, but before heading out you decide to stop by the only bakery in Jackson named The Last Crumb—previously named The Cordyceps Crumb but Maria decided it was in bad taste. You, on the other hand, had found it funny and topical.

As you patiently wait in line, your camping bag waiting for you outside the bakery, someone bumps into you from behind, then never moves back.

You turn with a raised eyebrow, not enjoying the close proximity, “Excuse you,” you snap. The man looks at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes, you roll your eyes when you recognize the face. “Move back a beat Tucker, I’m not in the mood this morning.”

“Someone didn’t get her beauty sleep,” he grins but moves away regardless. “Want me to come with you this time? Sweet thing like you alone out there? It’s ain’t right.”

“You can barely aim. Why would I want someone that’s most likely to get me killed around me?”

“I think you’ll find my company to be plenty entertaining.”

You’re about to gag when the bell of the bakery chimes, the sharp sound echoing through the wooden walls. Your face must've shown immense signs of relief because Tucker turns around to see who you're looking at. His instant frown makes you want to laugh and chuck him between the two men you’d describe as a wolf den.

“Well, if it ain’t the Miller brothers,” Tucker tuts, attempting to give one of them a friendly pat on the shoulder. He stops midway when Joel’s gaze flits between you and him, his glare hard enough to cut diamonds.

So he ends up slapping Tommy’s shoulder instead, which isn’t the best thing since you know the younger Miller hates Tucker. But among the brothers, he’s probably the one with less probability of getting your hand bitten off.

“Mornin’ Tucker,” Tommy answers, forcing a smile.

Joel is less friendly, his words directed at you, “Is this dumbass botherin’ you again?”

“I wouldn't exactly call a greeting among friends “botherin’,” Tucker says. “We’re just catchin’ up, no need to get your panties in a bunch Miller.”

“God, you’re one word away from ruining my morning,” you hiss, glaring at the unpleasant man. “And we’re not friends.”

His brows furrow, eyes going hard with an ugly snarl accompanying them, you feel braver when Tommy and Joel are around so you hold his gaze, not flinching away.

Tommy is the one to ease the tension. He lays a hand on Tucker’s shoulder and squeezes, drawing the man’s attention away from you. “I’ll get you what you want a’right Tucker? It’s on me. Just go wait outside.”

“But—”

“Outside, Tuck,” Tommy repeats and you shudder at his tone.

Tucker’s shoulders drop, defeated, “Fine, get me a raisin bagel.”

He doesn’t wait for Tommy’s response and heads out the bakery. You finally release the breath you’ve been holding, your muscles relaxing along with the exhaled breath. Joel is by your side in the blink of an eye, his broad shoulder brushing yours providing comfort.

“You sure you’re a’right?” he asks, gently curling fingers under your chin. “The prick didn’t do anythin’?”

“Nah, nothing. He’s all bark but no bite. He asked if he wanted to join me today as if that buffoon wouldn’t get me killed.” you shrug, men being assholes was nothing new to you. You’re just glad that in Jackson it seems that there are more good apples than rotten ones. “Too bad even paradise comes with drawbacks.”

Joel snorts as Tommy cuts in, “Maria would be thrilled if she heard you calling it paradise.”

“What are you smiling at? You think you can find anywhere better?” You playfully nudge Joel with your elbow. “You know there’s nothing but hell out there.”

“I do, I just think callin’ here a paradise is a bit of a stretch is all.”

The line moves and the three of you are finally at the counter, “You’re just a grump,” you tease Joel before turning your gaze to Poppy, the barista who knows everything about everyone. “Hey there, Poppy, the usual please.”

“And a damn raisin bagel,” Tommy adds.

“Well, isn’t it my favorite trio,” Poppy grins. “I’ll get all that ready for you in a second,” she locks her blue eyes on you and leans closer, you mimic her by instinct. “By the way have you heard of Ian? He wound up dead right outside the chopping block, an axe right through his chest.”

You frown, “Good morning to you too, Poppy. Jesus Christ.”

“I’ll confess I didn’t love the guy but isn’t it worrying that there’s a killer among us?” she murmurs while stuffing the goodies in paper bags. “Be careful out there.”

“Well, if the culprit is here I think I might be safer out there,” you say and turn to Tommy. “Does Maria know?”

“Of course, she does,” when you part your lips to say more, he lifts a finger and shoots you a crooked smile. “It’s confidential.”

“Aw man, can’t you just tell us who she thinks it is?” Poppy asks, Tommy shakes his head and she lets out a dramatic sigh, “I miss my murder mystery books.”

“I’ll try to find you something while I’m out,” you say, ignoring the way your heart began to race. Jackson is still a small town, it’s jarring to think someone might be out there, looking for their next target. “Though I think we could all do with a little less murder.”

You hadn’t expected your voice to crack but your tone had betrayed you. Poppy extends you the bag of goods and a latte, as you reach out you feel Joel’s hand on your waist. His lips touch your ear. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’m sure whoever it is is only goin’ after those who deserve it.”

You lock your eyes with him, blinking heavily at the weight of his words. His voice had dropped, nothing but gravel as he whispered the words into your ear. A cold sensation slithers down your spine, chilling you to your core and making your throat tighten.

His hand never leaves your waist as the three of you head out, and after a while, that chill slowly dissolves into a pleasurable warmth.

You find solace in the woods. You love Jackson, but being in the woods away from everyone and everything makes you feel comforted. The first time you went scavenging, there was a slight fear in your movements; no matter how good your aim was, any kind of infected was difficult to kill.

But now you walk with ease. There isn’t an ounce of worry in your bones. The trees rustle happily and the smell of flowers and pine fills your nostrils. You can feel your lungs rejuvenating with every breath. Trickles of orange sunlight pour from the gaps of the trees. The sun sets, meaning you need to set up camp soon.

While unpacking, you think of this morning. How Joel and Tommy stepped in when Tucker started bothering you. Honestly, you didn’t need their protection; Tucker is just one of those men who think they might have a shot if they bother you enough times. Still, it was nice to be claimed in a way, to be accepted into a family and cared for.

Your breath hitches slightly. Tommy, you see as a close friend, a brother perhaps, but Joel... Joel is another thing. Just thinking about him is enough to start a wildfire between your legs. You wish you were brave enough to do something about it, though. Whenever you two patrol together or stay awake late at night drinking, you always chicken out in the end. It doesn’t matter how his hands linger on your thighs or his eyes drop to your lips; you're just never convinced that the Joel Miller would be interested in you beyond a friend.

An unease starts to settle in the pit of your stomach. As the air grows colder with the approaching night, your skin prickles and you feel the phantom sensation of claws dragging down your back. You set the tent as quickly as you can, your eyes darting around the depths of the forest. Briefly, you bend over to adjust the ropes.

A breath warm and damp ghosts the back of your neck and you jump, gun in hand as you turn around only to find—

Nothing.

And no one.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, adrenaline pumping in your veins, a drop of sweat trickling down your forehead. You've never had a trigger finger, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to just shoot every shadow you see.

“Dammit Poppy,” you mutter, annoyed that she gave you the brutal knowledge of Ian’s death right before you were heading out. Guilt stings at your heart. Ian was an asshole for sure, and you don’t exactly feel bad that he’s gone, but still, it was an eerie thought that someone had murdered him so violently. It had to be personal.

Some part of you wishes Joel was here, or even Tucker, just another human being to tell you you’re just seeing things.

You take a deep inhale and follow it up with a long exhale. You’re fine. There’s no one here.

You give your surroundings one last suspicious look before going back to setting the tent.

No matter how hard you try you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you amongst the shadows.

Joel hears crickets and owls. The night had always been his friend since the outbreak. He had become a violent man with an equally violent heart. He waits in the shadows, watching. Laughter and playful shouts echo from the bar, and soon the door swings open; the man he's been waiting for crawls out of the establishment, shit-faced. The drunk man shouts his farewells and staggers toward his home.

Joel follows, his mask heating up the skin that lays underneath. His fingers itch with the need to wring that asshole's neck. One by one, he had been cleaning Jackson for the better. His tendencies subdued while also doing some good. Ian was one of those people who deserved it and Joel had enjoyed the chase, the pleas, he especially enjoyed the way he tripped and cried right before he sunk the blade of the axe through Ian’s chest.

Tucker trips, making Joel want to laugh. The idiot might not even realize he’s being hunted. Joel looks around, they are far enough for the chase to begin. Tucker continues to slip and fall as he attempts to get up. Taking the opportunity, Joel walks towards him with quick steps, making sure the first thing the asshole sees is his mask.

Tucker notices him before he gets up, his hands bracing the ground, his eyes go wide, “What the fuck?”

Joel only tilts his head. He sees the trembles rolling down the other man’s body, he relishes in his fear.

“Look man, I don’t want any trouble, whoever the fuck you are so. . . scram.”

Joel’s eyes dart to his hand on the dirt, without a second thought he lifts his foot and curb stomps Tucker’s hand. Then he kicks the side of his face, an audible crunch echoing before his scream could. The man whimpers and falls back in his attempt to crawl away. He holds his jaw, blood streaming down his broken nose.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

He steps closer and watches as Tucker’s eyes bug out. He’s too drunk to properly run away or even scream. Such an easy target. He grips the other’s hair and lifts him to his feet, he can feel the strands starting to rip from his scalp one by one, Tucker’s face twisting in pain. “Your worst fuckin’ nightmare,” Joel answers eerily calm. It doesn’t matter if Tucker recognizes him. He’d be dead soon enough anyway.

“P-Please,” he begs, realizing the same thing. “I’ll do whatever you want promise. I don’t want to die.”

Joel grunts, not dignifying his pleas with an answer. Lifting his other hand, his knuckles connect to Tucker’s face with a loud crunch, body flying to the ground headfirst.

He pulls out his knife and drops down, ignoring the ache in his knees, he grabs Tucker’s arm and aligns the sharp blade against his wrist. Tucker notices, his face going pale as a ghost. “D-Don’t—”

Joel doesn’t bat an eye as blood spurts violently over his clothes and the dirt. Drops of crimson seeping into the fabric. The knife cuts through the flesh like butter, severing hand from bone. His hand clamps over Tucker’s mouth. Joel smiles as his screams bounce off of the palm of his hand.

You come back to Jackson hand empty and earlier than intended. You were too much at unease, and being so jarred wasn’t the best while scavenging for supplies alone. During your trip, you did end up scribbling something for Poppy. It wasn’t finished but you hoped she would enjoy the first draft of the first chapter. It was mostly descriptions of what you felt, a cat-and-mouse game between two people who had bumped into each other accidentally.

While heading into Jackson, you notice a crowd in the distance. You promptly get off your horse and walk with haste. You recognize Joel and Tommy easily, both brothers standing on each end of the crowd like gates keeping a herd of sheep in check. Ellie is standing right next to Joel, lifting herself on her toes to see; Joel is holding her back by gripping the cap of her hood.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

Joel turns to you, his eyebrows raising when notices it’s you and not some random person he has to ignore, “You’re back,” he says. A statement rather than a question.

“Yeah, wasn’t feeling that well,” you shrug him off. “So what happened?”

His eyes turn to steel, his jaw locking in place. Before you can ask again, he gestures for you to move up the crowd with a tilt of his head.

“Lucky,” you hear Ellie murmur as you walk ahead, gently pushing those who were looking at the sight with concern. With every step you take, the murmur of the crowd fades into the background, becoming nothing more than white noise. Maria is addressing the crowd, you think, though you're not entirely sure. The scent of blood is thick in the air, disorienting you as you get closer.

Your eyes go wide, the earth slips from beneath you but your expression remains emotionless.

It’s Tucker.

You feel as if you’re standing alone. As if you’re the only one taking in the sight of absolute horror and gore. Tucker is lying in a pile of his own blood face first, his eyes are open and lifeless, his one hand is outstretched like he’s about to crawl away.

His right hand, however, is chopped off.

It’s not even a clean-cut. The edges of his flesh are jagged and crooked, his blood-caked where his hand should be. Whoever did this cut it so it would hurt, so he would suffer tremendously.

You can’t help but gasp, covering your mouth with your right hand. You begin to shake, confusion churning in your stomach as bile coats your tongue. He’s dead. Just like Ian.

When Maria’s eyes find your own, she narrows her gaze, a small warning for you to keep it together. You can’t though. How could you? Tucker was alive and kicking a couple of days ago, just being his annoying self around Jackson.

“Calm down,” you hear Joel mutter into your ear. You shiver at the brush of his lips. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Safe. You want to laugh. You don’t even know what that word means anymore.

Joel’s mouth moves over the shell of your ear, “He was a nuisance. Don’t feel bad now that he’s dead.”

“I didn’t want him to die,” you hiss back. “And knowing there’s a serial killer out there doesn’t exactly make me feel safe.”

Despite your half-angry tone, you find yourself leaning into Joel’s presence. Your shoulder presses into his broad chest, and without missing a beat he wraps his arms around your shaking frame. Relief comes in the form of warmth spreading along your chest, tingles forming at the tips of your fingers and toes. The voices of the crowd gradually come back but you only hear one of the many questions.

“What do you think the message means?”

Confusion crosses your face, brows furrowing as you try to make sense of it. Joel makes a choked-out sound that could’ve easily been taken as an amused chuckle.

Then your eyes drop to Tucker’s outstretched hand and his dying message written in blood.

O W L

A week had passed since Tucker’s death.

You've been thinking about both murders relentlessly, trying to piece together everything that you know so far. During this time, you're grateful for Poppy, who comes by almost every night to help you try to solve the case. That's been your sole focus for the past few weeks; you haven't been scavenging since you spooked yourself so badly that you returned early, only to find Tucker dead.

Some part of you thinks that the eeriness you felt that day was a sign of what was about to happen. It's also an odd coincidence that he ended up dead the same night he harassed you in the morning. However, there are no forensic investigators in Jackson, so it’s almost impossible to determine the exact time of death. That fact alone makes you anxious. It only means that whoever is killing everyone has nothing to worry about because even if they leave traces, who’s going to know?

In order to keep your nerves in check you end up writing a lot. You haven’t shown any of it to Poppy yet but you’re excited. You never thought writing a thriller would be the perfect way to escape the horrors of your actual life. At least in your stories, you have control.

You also visit Joel and vice versa.

Something had shifted the day he held you as you both gazed upon Tucker’s lifeless body. Maybe it was just you who felt bolder since death was once again right around the corner — or maybe Joel just felt more protective now, wanting to check on you as much as he could.

“You’re really writin’ a whole ass novel?” he asks, pouring you a glass of scotch. You still can’t get over the fact that it nearly tasted identical to the actual stuff. Jackson is truly a miracle; at least when bodies aren’t dropping left and write.

Ellie’s at a sleepover, which means you and Joel have the whole house to yourselves. With everything going on you’d expect your libido to diminish a bit but it’s as strong as ever, ready to go.

You smile as he places the glass in front of you, “Yeah,” you say, picking up the glass and heading toward the living room. “I couldn’t find Poppy anything to read and it helps me relax.”

“Relax, how?” he asks, taking a seat next to you. The couch dips with his weight, and heat crawls up from your chest to your neck when his knee brushes against yours.

“Well, it’s a horror thing. Horror slash mystery? I don’t know—whatever it is, it’s nice to have an outlet to escape what’s been happening lately.”

“So to escape brutal murders you write more brutal murders?”

You chuckle at the way his eyebrows raise, eyes going wide, “I don’t really focus that much on the gore. It’s more psychological, my sweet brute. Things don’t need to have blood to be scary.”

His grin is wide and instant, dark eyes lighting up with amusement, “What did you just call me?”

“I. . .” Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at him, suddenly realizing what you’d said.

“What cat got your tongue?” he teases. Joel leans closer, fingers dancing along the curve of your shoulder. You can feel the gravel in his voice. “You just called me yours, sweetheart. Does that jog your memory?”

“I also called you brute,” you quip back immediately, cheeks aflame. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Don’t it?” his palm now presses fully into your shoulder, keeping you in place in case you might run. Joel tilts his head slightly, the plush of his lips only an inch away. “I like you callin’ me that,” the pink of his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. “Say it again.”

“S-Say what?”

A small chuckle parts his lips, oddly enough it almost feels like his patience is wearing thin. He comes closer, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “That I’m yours,” he clarifies. “Been waitin’ to hear those words come from your mouth since I met you.”

“You’re mine,” you whisper against his lips, eyelids fluttering but not quite closing. With the confession, you feel the brush of Joel’s lips on yours. His tongue traces the seam of your mouth. You part for him with a moan, and taking the opportunity, he slides inside, tasting every inch of you.

His lips taste and feel like the forests you wander off to; it soothes you, calms your nerves, and has the taste of home. They’re chapped from the sun, yet soft. You can’t have enough of him, if he’d offered, you’d gladly kiss him forever.

Joel parts with a shaky breath, his chest heaving, “And you’re mine,” he groans, his eyes dark with arousal. It’s an involuntary action but your eyes drop to the front of his pants where you see the thick outline of his cock.

Your mouth goes dry, yet you manage to speak anyway, “Are words all you’ve been waiting for?” It’s bold, you’re highly aware, but you can’t help it when he’s this close. His scent suffocating, pulling you to him like a moth to a flame.

He stares at you silently. His thumb touches your bottom lip, slightly tugging it down. He’s not smiling anymore, only observing.

“No,” Joel answers slowly. He leans towards your ears, the thick hairs above his lips tickling your skin. “I’ve also been waitin’ to feel that velvet tongue on my cock, honey. And to feel how tight your throat gets when you take every inch of me.”

Joel blows a puff of air, it caresses your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He brings your hand to the front of his pants, dragging your palm up and down his length. You shudder. The heat of it seeps into your palm despite the thick fabric of his jeans, you lick your lips absentmindedly. “This is all for you sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Joel. . .” your eyes roll back when he kisses your neck, open-mouthed kisses laid upon your skin like a gift. Your nipples tighten and if you look down right now, you know you’ll see them peeking through your shirt.

He reads your thoughts, eyes moving down before meeting your gaze again. “Didn’t know you walked around without a bra, sunshine.”

“I only go braless when I’m comfortable,” you answer. Joel cups your breasts roughly, kneading the flesh, he simultaneously sucks on your neck, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. “Oh god,” the fabric of your panties grows damp and you clench your thighs together.

“Not god,” he says sharply, sinking his teeth into you. “Joel.”

“Joel,” you moan and arch your back, filling more of yourself into his palm. You squeeze his cock, relishing in the way he makes a strangled sound. “I want to suck you off, Joel.”

“Be my guest.”

You push him until he’s lying on the couch. You’re about to unbutton his jeans but he stops you.

“Turn around,” he says.

“What?”

His wide grin nearly stops your heart, “Want to taste that sweet pussy, sunshine. Strip down and take a seat.”

“On—On your face?”

“Where else?”

You’re too embarrassed to speak, tongue suddenly too big in your mouth. Quickly, and a bit clumsily, you strip down and turn before straddling his chest. You don’t need to touch yourself to know that you’re soaked.

You swallow, “I’ve never done this before.”

His hands come up to cradle your hips, urging you to move back towards his face. You feel the blunt sting of his nails.

“That’s alright,” he mutters. “I won’t let you fall if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m more worried about how I’m gonna move, or accidentally suffocating you.”

“What a noble way it would be to go.”

“Joel!” you laugh, playfully smacking his thigh. He answers by giving your hips another squeeze, you surrender and move back until you’re hovering over his face. Your hand planted firmly over his hip bones, you lower yourself. You shudder as his tongue licks a stripe between your folds. He moans into your cunt, pulling you flush against his face.

Meanwhile, you finally unzip his pants and pull his cock out, the heft of it bumping against your nose and lips. You drip at the smell of him and swear he smiles as he sucks on your aching clit, short-circuiting your brain with arousal. His cock throbs in your palm, a drop of precome glistening at the tip. Your mouth watering, you lean forward and clean him off. Another groan echoes within his chest and he thrusts forward, the tip of his cock kissing your lips.

Eyes fluttering closed, you suck on the bulbous head and force yourself to go down until he hits the back of your throat. You wrap a hand around the base, stroking where you can’t fit, and hallow your cheeks.

“Come on, sunshine. You can take me,” he rasps. “You’re mine, aren’t you? That mouth is meant to take me.”

Without waiting for an answer, Joel pushes his tongue inside, your walls clenching around the wet muscle—you let out a loud gasp and grind down, then you feel the sting of his palm against your ass, pain blossoming from where he smacked.

Your throat rattles with a moan and Joel takes the opportunity to drive forward, your eyes go wide as you feel the length of him sliding down your throat, cutting the air from your lungs.

“Oh, fuck—” he moans unabashedly, the sounds sending a pleasurable tingle down your spine despite the strain on your throat. “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Fuck, fuck—”

Your throat tightens around him, your lungs starting to burn. His hand caresses both sides of your ass, the abrupt pain of the smack from before subduing, “Relax,” he says, swirling his tongue around your clit. “Breathe through your nose. Just a bit more. . .”

Your nails bite into his thighs as you attempt to follow instructions. You relax your throat and slowly begin to breathe from your nose. It’s still difficult, but your lungs rejoice in the minimal amount of air that comes through. You make a mess of him. Saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth and down his length.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he murmurs. “Gonna fuck that pretty throat now and make this pussy come, understood?”

Eyes tearing up, you nod. From the way your stomach convulses, you know that you’re close, your skin tight over your trembling muscles. The nod is all that Joel needs from you. Holding you in place, he snaps his hips forward, burying himself completely down your throat while flicking his tongue against your clit. You scream around him, eyes rolling back as he continues to devour you and take you apart at the same time. He licks you with fat strokes of his tongue, a hint of teeth scraping your folds here and there as he fucks your throat with shallow thrusts.

You’re limp against his broad body, allowing him to use you as he pleases while all you can do is hang on for the ride. Pleasure licks the base of your spine, a searing heat caressing your skin while Joel continues to build you up only for you to fall spectacularly. Your lips start to ache, your throat squeezing around him whenever he snaps his hips forward—

And all hell finally breaks loose.

You come undone with a devastating cry only for it to be muffled by his cock going down your throat. You gush around his tongue, soaking his facial hair and mouth, Joel is underrated, licking and sucking until you’re shaking above him, every bit of tension draining from your body.

Joel comes shortly after, his hand slides from your waist and he manages to reach out in order to hold your head down. You don’t have a choice but to swallow as he spills down your throat, thick spurts of come going down while he shudders and pushes even deeper.

There’s so much of it, cock twitching and throbbing in your mouth until your mouth sucks him dry. You’re lightheaded from the lack of air; you find that it adds to the pleasure that’s buzzing in your veins, your cunt still pulsing with the heft of him still buried in your lips.

He pulls out with a satisfied groan and you manage to scoot down so you’re straddling his chest instead of head. Joel caresses your back, the gentle repeated motion sending tingles down your spine.

“That’s was fuckin’ amazin’,” he says, voice hoarse. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” you answer sounding meek. “I think I need some water though.”

You get off, legs still shaking, but he grabs your hand, halting your movement. “Let me get it for you,” he says, sitting up.

“I’m already up,” you smile as his brows furrow with worry, the expression warming your heart. You quickly bend down to kiss him and he’s quick to lick himself into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. “I’ll be right back.”

You have no idea how you’re standing while feeling like jello but you manage to get yourself all the way to the fridge. You smile at the coolness touching your warmed skin when you open the door. Scanning the interior, you thoughtlessly rub at your throat in an attempt to soothe the ache a little. You grab the pitcher of cold water and notice a bit of apple pie left over.

“Hey, Joel?” you call out. He hums in acknowledgment. “Can I have a slice of pie?”

His humored chuckle follows through, “You can eat the whole damn thing after what you’ve done,” you smile and take the desert out. “Can you bring me a slice too?” he adds.

You smile and place the pie on the counter. The leftover is already two slices give or take so you decide to just take two forks with you instead of dirting a plate. Looking through the drawers, you try to remember which one is the cutlery drawer.

On your second try you find something else.

Something that makes your eyes go wide and heart throb painfully.

Your hands shaking, you pick up the owl mask from the drawer. The surface is smooth, and the color of it a light shade of brown just like a tawny owl. All the pleasant tingles fade away, the buzz of pleasure in your veins replaced by fear and adrenaline.

Heading back to the living room, you show the mask to Joel.

“What’s this?” you ask, your voice betraying your sudden outburst of fear.

Joel looks up, eyes flitting between you and the owl mask. He raises a brow, his confusion evident across his face. “It’s a mask, sweetheart.”

“No no, I know it’s a mask,” you answer, breathless. “But why do you have it?”

“It’s Ellie’s,” he stands up, his pants still unbuttoned but pulled up. You fight the urge to step away, fight the urge to flinch when he touches your cheek. “They were makin’ Halloween masks last year in school. I didn’t even realize we still had it.”

“Really?” you ask and he nods.

“Really,” Joel claims your lips in a chaste kiss, thumb stroking lines up and down your cheek. His hand slithers down your arm to your wrist and when he squeezes, you drop the mask. “Why?” he breathes into you. “Is this about the damn thing Tucker wrote down?”

You remain silent and he pulls away, dark eyes boring into yours.

“You need to relax, sweetheart,” he mumbles. “Why don’t you just allow yourself to enjoy this? You deserve to be happy.”

Your eyes widen with surprise, his words crashing into you, “I. . . Do I do that? Really?”

“It’s normal, darlin’,” he answers. “I’m pretty sure we all have survivor’s guilt.”

You let out a shaky exhale. He’s right. You were just feeling guilty of being alive when so many had died. Joel smiles back and traces the curve of yours with his fingers. “There’s that smile that I adore,” he guides you towards the kitchen. “Now let’s go eat some pie.”

No matter what though, you can’t help but turn back to look at the owl mask one last time as it lays lifelessly on the floor.

“So, tell me about this book you’re writin’?”

You let out a low laugh, “I already told you about it. What more do you wanna know?”

You stare at Joel’s back as he takes the lead, he’d decided to join you in your explorations ever since you told him how nervous you had gotten the last time. You had appreciated the gesture but still felt a tad anxious around him ever since you found that damn owl mask—

A branch snaps into two under your steps and he turns, extending his hand to you. With a smile you allow him to lace his fingers within yours, your stomach jumping a little as he tugs you close so the two of you are walking side by side instead.

“If memory serves me right we got distracted when you told me about it,” he says with that southern drawl of his. “So tell me again what it’s about.”

“Okay okay,” you smile, squeezing his hand twice. “It’s all a big mess now but the premise is that there’s this guy obsessed with this woman and he stalks her and no matter what she does, she always feels like there’s someone watching.”

Joel looks ahead, “Sounds familiar. Isn’t that how you felt last time you were out here?”

“Yeah, and it’s when I started writing it.”

“So do these two people know each other?” his tone drops, his fingers suddenly feeling like barbed wire within your hand. You swallow. “I mean in their regular lives, does the woman know that he’s the one stalkin’ her?”

You roll your shoulders, a weak attempt to shrug off the eeriness that you feel.

“Exactly. I think that just makes the whole thing creepier. He’s just a normal guy, even a friend, but he’s also the one among the shadows.”

“Interestin’,” he murmurs. “You think that’s happenin’ to you?”

“I don’t think there’s someone stalking me, if that’s what you’re asking,” you utter every word hastily, your pulse quickening under your skin.

His lips curl in a half smile, “That’s good,” he says. “Wouldn’t want you to be laying awake thinking about what might lingerin’ on the other side of the window.”

“I think I’m more likely to stay awake thinking about infected,” you say with a soft laugh. “But yeah, it’s all fiction. That day I probably just got scared because of what Poppy said about Ian.”

“Probably,” Joel trails off, his steps slowing. “How do you think it’s gonna end?”

“W-What?”

He stops and so does your heart. At least you think it does.

Joel faces you fully, his presence towering, he grips your shoulders and pushes you back until the air is knocked from your lungs by a tree right behind you. Your eyes go wide. He leans in, breath tickling your lips.

“How do you think your book is gonna end, sweetheart?” he asks again, eyes gleaming with something dark. “Is the guy gonna get the girl?”

“I—I don’t know.”

All you can think about is the owl mask and how it would perfectly fit his face. He cocks his head and taking a step closer, he slips a leg between your thighs. Slick gathers at your underwear—he feels the fabric dampening on his leg and grins.

“Fear turns you on doesn’t it?” he purrs. “Wicked thing.”

Relief drowns your senses. So that’s why he got all weird suddenly, he’s just teasing you. With a laugh, your head falls back against the tree trunk, “Jesus Joel, you scared the shit out of me.”

“It ain’t my fault,” he says, nipping at your chin. “You’re easy to scare.”

“Well, two brutal unsolvable murders will do that to a girl.”

Joel lets go and pulls away, smiling as he shakes his head, “What’s it gonna take for you to believe I had nothin’ to do with those? Even in death, Tucker causes nothin’ but fuckin’ trouble for me.”

“You don’t need to do anything, I’m sorry,” you pull him back, relishing in the way his strong arms wrap around your frame. “I’ll stop being such a chicken, promise. I’m still a bit jittery that’s all.”

“I forgive you,” he says against your lips, kissing you quickly before pulling you away from the thick trunk of the tree. “Now let’s find a place to settle down for the night.”

When you two return to Jackson three days later, the first thing you notice is the crowd. Your stomach drops at the familiar sight and instinctively you reach out to Joel, lacing your fingers together. He squeezes your hand two times.

The last thing you should be feeling is relief that now it’s not possible for Joel to be the one killing all those people but alas, that’s all you feel. Relief and love.

The trade fair sprawls before you. Stalls with makeshift awnings, tattered banners, and worn tarps create a patchwork quilt of colors, beneath which a diverse array of goods is proudly displayed. The air is thick with the scent of freshly baked bread, the tang of cured leather, and the earthy aroma of herbs. Laughter, chatter, and the occasional clinking of metal form a lively symphony, a chorus of life that drowns out the ever-present background hum of death and infection.

You’ve always enjoyed the time of the trade fair. People move like busy ants, weaving between the stalls. Children, their cheeks dusted with earth, dart through the crowd, their carefree laughter that should be comforting doing the opposite. Since Tina’s death— she was one of the council members— you had been sleeping at Joel’s. Neither he nor Ellie seemed to mind you staying there.

The purpose of the fair is to exchange goods – to exchange, to connect, to share stories of survival.

Your eyes scan the crowd for Joel's familiar silhouette. He and Ellie had headed out before you since you wanted a change of clothes. Just as your gaze begins to falter, a voice reaches your ears. "Hey!" It's Poppy, she waves you over.

You navigate your way through the bustling stalls until you stand before Poppy. She's leaning against a rough-hewn post, a glint of excitement in her eyes.

“Hey, Poppy,” you greet her with a smile. “I’m looking for Joel, or Ellie, have you seen either of them?”

“Well, Ellie is with Dina, hanging out,” She points to the forest that skirts the settlement. "I saw him heading that way not too long ago."

“Alright, thanks. I’ll see you later then,” Waving her off, you head after Joel.

The trees are a bit more scarce here, there’s more room between them. The forest opens up, revealing a sprawling expanse that stretches as far as the eye can see. It's a stark contrast to the dense woods you often travel to, where the trees stand like guardians, their branches interlocking in a tapestry of shadow and light. Here, the gaps between the trees create pockets of sunlight that dapple the forest floor.

However, the expanses between trees can be deceiving, and without the markers and familiarity of the well-trodden paths closer to home, it's easy to lose your way.

For some reason instead of calling out for Joel, you decide to wander aimlessly. You’re not sure why. You don’t come to this side of Jackson often enough to feel comfortable with your surroundings and shouting his name would definitely be easier than walking without aim.

Soon enough you hear faint murmuring beckoning you deeper into the forest.

Survival instincts kicking in, you slow down your steps, making sure to step onto clear dirt instead of gravel or fallen branches. Hiding behind a rather large tree trunk, you stare ahead. In the distance, you see two men: one with his back against the tree, while the other holds him by the neck, the sharp blade of his knife catching the sunlight and reflecting it directly into your eyes.

You hold your breath and your eyes go wide. You hear the thrum of your heart. It’s the killer. It has to be.

You can’t quite hear them but you can decipher the tone of begging for one's life. The man holding the knife tilts his head slightly, your mouth waters at the prospect of finally seeing the murderer's face—

It’s the mask.

The same mask you found in Joel’s home in the shape of an owl. Your stomach churns violently, bile raising to your throat as you watch on. You rub at your eyes, take deep breaths—anything you can think of that would erase the image before you.

Goosebumps raising across your skin, you shake your head. It can’t be Joel. He was with you the day Tina died and no matter how competent he was not even he could be at two places at once.

A muffled scream echoes within the forest and your eyes snap to the two men, the owl had driven his knife into the flesh and bone. He pulls it out, and the body falls. You recognize who it is; Jacob. You heard his name a couple of days ago from Ellie, he was bothering both her and Dina because they were hanging out.

He’s still alive when the killer stomps his head in, blood splattering across the leys.

You’re frozen in place. Your throat dry and tongue motionless. The killer kicks Jacob one last time for good measure and finally stops. You observe the way his shoulders drop as if a great weight had been lifted off of them, then he looks up into the sky, the golden sun highlighting his mask.

Very slowly, he lifts his hand and takes it off.

Every feeling comes rushing back, too fast and too soon. Your tongue is alive again and so is your body, the world is suddenly vibrant with life and horror. The sun continues to caress the countenance of the unmasked killer’s face, his sunkissed skin the perfect canvas to soak up the light.

Joel.

You take a step back, every thought of precaution dropping from your mind. The forest starts to spin. It spins and spins and spins until the ground slips from beneath your feet. You catch yourself at the very last second.

When you look up you see his gaze staring directly into yours.

“Fuck,” you hiss out, quickly staggering up. The last thing you see before you start running is his extended hand as he tries to reach out for you.

“Wait!”

You don’t. You do the exact opposite of that. You run. You run for your life and those in Jackson at the fair.

You run with memories loud in your mind. How Joel had listened to you, comforted you, fucked you—

Tears sting your eyes. Every part of this feels like a nightmare that you hope to wake up from anytime soon. But as the wind hits your skin, you know that every part of this is very much real. Your chest burns from how fast you’re going, your legs starting to falter underneath you.

Before you can react, an unexpected force slams into you. The impact sends shockwaves through your body as you collide with something—or is it someone?—their presence as jarring as the jolt itself. Your momentum falters, and for a fleeting moment, time seems to slow as you stumble, desperately trying to regain your balance.

Two arms grab at you and without even seeing who it is, you start to push the person away, fighting against it like a wild animal.

“Let go of me! Let go of me!”

“Hey hey hey,” you hear a familiar voice repeat. “It’s me, you’re okay,” you’re shaking all around, only when you feel his hands cradle your cheeks do you open your eyes. He smiles when he sees your eyes flicker in recognition.

“Tommy?” you whisper. He nods and without a thought you jump him, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him close. His arms coil around you in response, promising to not let go. “Oh, thank fuck it’s you.”

“What happened? Are you alright?”

“I—I am okay but—Joel—It’s Joel, Tommy he’s been the one behind all those murders. We need to warn everyone, we need to tell Maria!”

You grab his arm and tug him along toward what you assume is the right way out of the forest. He remains still. Turning around, you shoot him a confused glance. 'Tommy, we need to tell people.'

“Can’t let you do that sugar, sorry.”

“Why. . . Why not?” you let go and slowly step back, heart pounding. “Is it because he’s your brother?”

You wish that was his excuse. Some moral obligation towards Joel because he’s his brother, that you can relate to. Your heart still pounds for Joel and in your brain, you’re still desperately seeking an explanation.

But Tommy allows the silence to linger, your fear and worry quickly turning into anger.

“Fine, I’ll tell them. It’s wrong.”

It only takes a blink of an eye; you feel Tommy’s iron grip around your wrist, yanking you back into his chest. He holds you. Oddly tender for someone who had made your arm nearly fall out of its socket. You thrash within his arms, pulling and hitting his chest.

“We’re doing good,” he grunts. “You gotta see that.”

You refuse to listen, your ear narrowing on the sound of your own blood rush instead of his words. By some miracle, you manage to slip your arm out and punch him square in the chin. It was a weak punch but strong enough to startle Tommy.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, calm the fuck down—” he tucks your arm back against your body and turns you around so your back is flush against his chest. You’re breathing raggedly, chest rising with every deep gulp of air. His lips touch your ear, his tone menacing, “I really wish you would’ve not done that.”

“Why?” you gasp. “You’re gonna kill me too?”

Silence follows, and with every passing moment sweat beads on your forehead, “It was you wasn’t it?” you continue. “You killed Tina. Joel only came along with me to calm my suspicions.”

Before Tommy can confirm your suspicions, you notice movement within the forest and your eyes are immediately drawn to the shadow coming forth.

“Smart girl,” Joel remarks with a half smile as he emerges from between the trees. There’s a splatter of red over his shirt but the knife seems to be tucked away. For now. “But you’re only half right, darlin’. I came along because I like spendin’ time with you.”

“Is that supposed to make me ignore the fact that Jacob’s body isn’t even cold yet?”

Joel curls two fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze while Tommy continues to hold you back. You shudder against him, a soft sound parts the younger Miller’s lips.

“He was a piece of shit,” Joel grunts. “He was botherin’ Ellie, callin’ her names, he deserved what he was gettin’.”

“So what, you guys are just playing hero? Killing everyone who’s causing trouble in town? There’s a system for that.”

“Honey,” he tuts, an involuntary warmth spreading within your abdomen. “The system didn’t work before the outbreak, it ain’t gonna work now either.”

“We protect our own,” Tommy says from behind you, breath fanning your neck. “We take care of it before it escalates. You have to understand that.”

“And why the hell would I understand?” you hiss, looking directly into Joel’s eyes while addressing Tommy.

Joel smiles, his lips curling slowly, “Because you’re one of us. And you like it when we protect.”

Your lips part with an exhale. He’s right, not that you still agree with them killing people, but you had enjoyed that primal protection coming from the Millers. It made you feel powerful, loved, cared for. All the things you craved deeply.

You ignore Joel and his words entirely, averting your eyes with embarrassment and shame.

“I just don’t understand why you did it, Tommy” you murmur. Tommy tenses behind you, his arms tightening around your frame, drawing the remaining oxygen from your lungs. “I understand the other’s to an extent but Tina didn’t do anything wrong.”

Joel looks towards Tommy, it was his kill after all and the older Miller had nothing to say about it.

“She was wrecking what Maria is tryin’ so hard to build,” he answers. “She’s pregnant, stress ain’t good for her or the baby.”

“Does. . . Does Maria—”

Tommy cuts you off, “No.”

Joel leans closer, mouth an inch away from yours as he parts his lips. “I killed for you,” You hate the way your body reacts to him, wanting to close the distance between you two despite how unsettled you feel. “Ian was a piece of shit, so was Tucker and Jacob. They don’t deserve your empathy, honey. And you can’t deny that you’re glad they’re gone.”

His hair is a delightful mess. Soft locks going in every direction. All you want to do is thread your fingers within and forget about all of this. Joel’s gaze is observant, dark eyes darting all over your face. You don’t know what he sees but whatever it is, he nods to Tommy for him to let you go and he does. Legs lifeless and shaking, he catches you, his warmth welcoming. He’s still tender with you. Hands delicate as they move over your arms, shifting you so you'll be facing Tommy.

Joel’s hand curls around your neck and holds your chin so you can’t look away. You can’t read Tommy’s expression. You’re not sure what he’s feeling. However, you think he looks almost relieved that you’re not fighting anymore.

You shudder as Joel drags his lips down your neck, taking deep breaths of your fear-induced scent. His hands slip under your shirt and cup both breaths, making you squeal. Your objection is short-lived when he brushes his thumbs over both nipples, awakening them with slow strokes.

Tommy’s gaze drops to your chest.

“He’s been watching you, you know,” Joel says. “When I had things to settle in town it was him who looked after you,” his voice drops, eyes observing his brother. “I think he deserves a bit of a show, don’t you think?”

The whimper you let out is enough for Tommy to meet your gaze curiously. Joel smiles into your skin and your eyes widen as he pulls out a knife—a different one from the one he used on Jacob, you realize with relief.

Your breath hitches as he slides the knife under your shirt and cuts your shirt clean from the middle, exposing you completely to his younger brother’s eyes. Sudden arousal pools between your legs and you clamp them together suddenly, the movement not unnoticed by either of them.

“You like it when my brother watches?” he asks loud enough for Tommy to hear. “You got a little crush on him too, sweetheart, hmm? Don’t worry, he’s always goin’ to be lookin’ out for you. That’s what family does after all.”

Your neck strains as Joel tilts your head suddenly, claiming your lips in a violent kiss. He doesn’t wait for you to part your lips for him and pushes his tongue into your mouth, licking the surprised sounds of pleasure right from your mouth. Your heart skips a beat. He presses the flat side of the knife against your warmed skin, the chill of metal settling in your bones.

When he parts away, a string of saliva connects you still. “You’re mine aren’t you?” Joel groans, lips moving over yours.

You nod in a daze and he smiles, “And I’m yours too,” he says.

Your eyes meet Tommy momentarily, the younger Miller’s lips twitch in a half smile. He doesn’t say a word as he closes the distance.

Tommy cradles your face tenderly, urging you to come close as he envelopes your lips with his own, taking you by surprise.

The kiss lacks the intensity compared to Joel’s. Tommy caresses your cheeks with both thumbs. You don’t even feel his tongue, it’s just a gradual movement of lips, a type of affirmation and comfort.

“You’re one of us now,” he says pressing his forehead against yours. You don’t know how to react or what to say and you end up just nodding, your hands fisting his shirt. Him, parting away from you almost feels painful but you’re not sure why. Tommy gives you a smile and Joel a nod before he leaves.

You and Joel stand like that for a while, in complete silence, bodies flushed together, knife still resting over your stomach.

“I only did what was right,” he breaks the silence. His tone isn’t one of asking for forgiveness or understanding. His arms tighten around you. “Are you afraid of me?” he whispers into your ear, the thick hairs above his lips tickling the shell of your ear.

You don’t answer him.

“You don’t need to be,” he continues. He allows you to move within his arms, you want to see his face, you need to see him to not fear for your life. You ignore the knife grazing your skin as you turn around, your bare front snug against his chest. “I’ll never hurt you. And you’re the only person in this whole damn town that can say that. You and Ellie.”

“What about Tommy?”

“Tommy’s priorities lay elsewhere.”

He doesn’t allow you to inquire further about what he means by that. All you can detect is a hint of anger that quickly dissipates when he claims your lips once more.

You’re lost in him. His tongue captures you in a way that makes you forget the blood on his clothes—on his hands. His tongue slides against your own, pressing until you’re moaning into his mouth, your knees faltering at the knife smoothing down your skin.

Before pushing you down to the ground, he takes off the shirt he cut in half completely off of you, your bra following the pile on the grass. Your breath hitches as he takes his place between your legs, his mouth devouring your neck, “Joel. . .” you moan, fisting his shirt and grinding up to feel at least a bit of friction.

A silent laugh seeps into your skin, his breath sending shivers up your spine, “Do you still feel bad for them?” he teases, laying a wet kiss between your breasts.

You don’t think much as you answer, “No.”

And as a reward, Joel closes his lips over a nipple, sucking hard until your breathing goes ragged.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, moving towards the other pebbled flesh. “You’re too good, too kind, but they don’t deserve that sweetheart.”

He hooks his fingers into your belt loops and tugs down your jeans, laving you with soft, ticklish kisses as he moves lower and lower. When you’re completely bare to him, you have the urge to cover yourself, the grass tickles your back and the wind feels colder now. Joel smiles and pulls your arms away. He lays the knife right above your stomach and your breath hitches.

“I want to taste you,” Joel says. “But not in the way you think, darlin’,” he kisses the sensitive skin right adobe your belly button, and brings the sharp edge of the knife to your skin. “I want to taste the life that pumps through your veins.”

Your eyes widen as he nicks you. It’s a small cut and blood beads at the wound instantly. He doesn’t allow it to gather enough so that’ll trickle down, he quickly presses his lips against it, your essence coating his tongue as he gives it a tender suck. You can the blood leaving your veins, a pleasant tingle echoing from the wound and spreading throughout your body. Your eyes flutter, a moan escaping your lips as he flattens his tongue against the cut and licks with board strokes.

“Fuckin’ delicious,” he rasps, pushing two fingers into you with ease. You gasp at the sudden stretch, your back arching into his touch. “So darn wet—All this for me, sunshine?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, grinding down. “Joel, please—”

You hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone, his breath heavy in your ear, “Since you asked so nicely, sweetheart, I’m obliged.”

You feel the head of his cock brush against your entrance, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Your eyes close in anticipation and you whimper as he slowly slides inside you inch by inch. You can feel it, that intense fullness that can only come from him, taking his time to make sure it feels good. His size is intimidating but you feel yourself melting around him, eager and willing.

“That’s it. . . you’re takin’ me so well, such a tight little hole for me. Fuckin’ amazin’.”

He presses his forehead against yours, nipping at your bottom lip before thrusting, sending a wave of pleasure that makes your toes curl. You cling onto him for support as he pumps deeper and faster, hitting all the right spots. It takes neither of you long to climb the edge, ready to fall. You can feel the warmth of his breath, and his grip tightens on your hips. His pace quickens as the intensity builds, and you clench around him as he groans your name.

“Gonna come inside,” he slurs his words. “Gonna fill you up—shit—”

You can feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of you, his hard length contracting. As he pushes deeper into you, your insides flutter, squeezing around him. Your orgasm is ripped from you, shattering and mind-numbing. Your head spins and you cling to him, afraid that the world underneath you might slip entirely. His hot come warms you from the inside out, spilling from where his cock stretches you.

Joel remains inside until he starts to soften. He pulls out of you, leaving you feeling a longing ache deep within your core. You shudder as his come trickles down your thighs, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Such a pretty sight,” he murmurs, entranced, as he gathers himself over his fingers and pushes it back inside you. “Try to keep as much as you can inside.” To emphasize his want for it, he slides your underwear up your legs.

You’re tied to him now. And even though you shouldn’t, you enjoy being the one near the beast. Joel helps you dress, at least helps you with what remains, and gives you his leather jacket to wear since your shirt is in ruins. Neither of you says a word as you walk back to where Jacob’s body rests. You help him bury the body, not feeling a single thing; no grief, no remorse, no sadness.

You always did have a complicated relationship with death after all.

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saturnbellfromhell · 1 year

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS

On today's astrology post I will list my favorite placements, signs and aspects. Now, there are many of them so I'll make a part two next week if this this one is liked by all of you. Hope you enjoy!

🟤 Jupiter in the 1st House

This placement is like finding a pearl in the ocean. These natives ooze positivity, truthfulness and cuteness. Their desire to make others feel content and loved is something I admire about them. They are the wise and thoughtful one of the group and they truly deserve the biggest hug anyone can give.

🟤 Mercury in the 9th house

The dictionary on two legs. These people are so interesting to befriend. They always have new knowledge to spread and are interested in anything from novels, essays, poetry, encyclopedias...they are hungry to learn and spread their knowledge. They also love learning other languages and others traditions. Very open to talk about anything and everything.

🟤 Cancer Moon

I've already wrote about this placement in my Moon saga, but it definitely needs another reminder. The softness, loyalty and nurture these people have is healing, physically and emotionally. They will do anything to make you feel comfortable and safe, always help you with anything you need and never back down from you even if the whole world is against you.

🟤 Lilith in the 1st house

They're just the definition of sexiness. You can spot them from a mile away and the moment you touch them you can really feel this raw energy they give.

🟤 Sun in 8th house

Having such a personal sign in one of the darkest houses can be quite a storm to overcome. Nevertheless these people are so brave and utterly beautiful from the inside. They hold their pain away from the world with a hard shell of humor and sarcasm. This placement is the one which inspires many. They deserve recognition and to be taken care of.

🟤 Mercury in Pisces

They just know how to explain everything in your manner, being that you're a child, teenager or grown adult they are so patient and talented for it. Never wanting to fight, always thinking before speaking and truly an emotional fairy of words.

🟤 Moon in the 12th house

These natives feel everything and anything. They always know how to make your day better of what to get you for your birthday. With a collective sense of emotion and the willingness to constantly heal, these are the witches of the zodiac. The one's always seeking the darkest parts of others and seeing beauty in it.

🟤 Scorpio Rising

They have such a captivating appearance with their fierce look and everylasting eyelashes. They seem scary and creepy to some, but I beg to differ.

🟤 Scorpio Sun

Even though people love to hate Scorpio sun's, I absolutely adore them. I mean I am a Cap, so dark humor, making fun of others, the cold shoulder and sarcasm are nothing new to me. They are very loyal individuals, that's a fact, even though I've never dated one...but the friends I had as Scorpios are amazing people to have around.

🟤Sun trine Moon

What can I say, the harmonius aspect between the ego and the heart. These individuals are the calm one's who always have a wise answer for everything. Down to earth and an amazing support system.

🟤 Pluto in the 9th house

These individuals cam experience some rocky times in school and/or college, but after some ups and downs they are such interesting individuals. I've also met alot with this placement who love anything crime related especially serial killers and looking into their demonior and motives. They are the curious cats and are highly intelligent. Absolutely oppressed with these people.

🟤 Leo Venus

Even though they're not for me, being a earth Venus they are the one's that love showing their partner off and put them on a pedestal. They make you feel like a Hollywood star and being out the red carpet out every other day. They are the one's to spoil the hell out of you.

🟤 Neptune in the 11th house

Having this placement myself I know the struggle of always believing others and getting hurt by their selfishness. You always feel like your peoples second even though ypu try your best. So all my Neptune 11th hoursers, you're not alone. Love you alot!

Xoxo Numa

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rapz-rites · 3 months

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Demon Daughter

Damian Wayne x Reader, Damian Wayne x Daughter!OC, Reader x Daughter!OC

Time travel is tricky. So of course your daughter is accidentally going to come home early, 20 years too early to be exact.

Inspired by @cipheress-to-k-pop

A/N: this was kinda requested after Demon Spawns which some of you really enjoyed so I hope you all enjoy this one too. I did merge several dc worlds together so sorry if it’s a little confusing

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warning(s): idk 🤷🏾‍♀️ (I’m honestly too lazy atm)

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

“I’m never time traveling with Willow every again!” Milena whispers harshly to herself as she sneaks back into the manor. She sighs as her feet hit her bedroom floor only to realize she forgot something in the Cave from earlier in the day.

After being chased by dinosaurs and almost dying from a meteor shower, Milena decided to be lazy and just boom tube to the Cave. It was only a 5 minute walk but hey, it’s okay to be lazy every now and then. What she didn’t expect to see was strangers in costumes ready to attack her.

“Who the hell are you?” A voice asks as she readies her weapons in response to seeing them. She turns to face the voice.

“I should be the one asking you,” she says as she faces one of her weapons toward them. “Who are you people and the hell did you get in here?”

They could see Milena was a bit shaken up and confused. But it didn’t explain what she was doing in the Cave. After a few moments of silence, Dick was the first to speak.

“How about we all put our weapons down and talk like adults,” he said hands up in surrender. His hands have been up since the moment Milena pointed a weapon at him. Normally, he wouldn’t be fazed but when the weapon looks like one of Cyborg’s, he wasn’t going to take the chance. Especially considering that Cyborg’s canons can easily blast through thick walls of concrete.

“Listen kid-”Jason started thinking he might try and break the tension, only for you to cut him off. “I’m not a kid. I’m 19.”

“Why are you dressed like old heros?” Milena asked. “Those costumes aren’t even sold anymore.”

“What do you mean old?” Dick asked, clearly confused.

“Old as in 2010s-2020s old get with the times,” you say, as if you just stated the obvious. Now they were all confused.

“It’s 2023,” Tim said.

“What?” you questioned in a confused voice. How could it be 2023? How could you be 20 years in the past?

After retracting your weapons you let out a sign. Under your breath you whisper, “I’m going to kill Willow.”

“Willow?” Dick asked.

With slumped shoulders, you turned to look at him.

“Willow West. Wally West and Athemis’ daughter,'' you stated nonchalantly. At this point, you were done with everything. Heading back into the manor you say, “I'll try to reach Willow and get back to my time.I'm going to bed.”

“Hey hey hey! We can't just let you in the manor. You know our identities and we have no idea who you are” Jason retorted. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. Was he being serious right now? How does he think you got in the Cave?

‘Dimwit’ Milena thought to herself. But just as she was going to say something three people entered the Cave. It was Bruce, Damian, and you. Milena couldn’t help but stare in awe.

“Who is this?” Bruce asked in a husky voice.

She paid him no mind, eyes trained on you and Damian. You stood 7 inches below Damian’s 6’1 frame, head tilted up to look at him as you spoke to each other. No one could mistake the look of love in Damian’s eyes as he looked at you while you spoke. He listened intently as you talked about God knows what. But what really struck her was your swollen belly. You were possibly 4 or 5 months pregnant: at the stage were it was kinda obvious you were pregnant but your belly wasn’t huge.

In your peripheral, you saw a girl looking at you and Damian. You gave a small smile as you walked towards her to greet her. Every step you took, you realized she looked more and more familiar. However, just as you were about to reach her, Dick stopped you.

“We don't know who she is or how she got in here. She could be dangerous and she could hurt you,” Dick spoke. But the entire time he was speaking you just looked at the girl. Taking in her features you realized who she was. Your daughter.

“Dangerous? Most likely, but i know my daughter wouldn’t hurt me”, you said smiling at her, your hands on her cheek. Milena couldn’t help but smile at you too. She let out a soft, “Hi mom.”

You didn’t even realize the tears streaming off your face until Milena wiped them away. You turned to look at Damian, teary eyed with a huge smile, “She looks exactly like I dreamed.”

Looking back and forth from Milena and Damian you started to list any and all similarities between them. “She has your eyes. The shape is sharp and green like yours, but is kind of softer like mine.Oh her nose. And-”

“Beloved, she’s tired, let's give her a break,” Damian said. If Damian hadn’t stopped you then you would’ve done a full head to toe assessment to find any similarities you could. The others didn’t know how to react. Tim honestly couldn’t care less. He just wanted to finish his work to go to sleep.

With the help of Alfred, Damian ushered everyone back into the manor for bed.

“Well this is my room.. Well it’s supposed to be. It’s probably a nursery now isn’t it?” You mutter shyly, stopping in front of your room. You and Damian stood in front of the room across from her. With a sorry look you gave her a small nod.

“You can stay with us,” you offered without even thinking about it.

“Absolutely not,” Milena and Damian said at the same time. Milena grew up with you. So she knows how you get sometimes, especially when you were pregnant with her siblings. She’d rather let her father deal with a pregnant and hormonal you. “Thanks but I’m pretty sure there’s an empty room somewhere.”

The next morning you and Damian were in the kitchen having breakfast with the family. That’s when Milena came rushing in from up stairs. You watched her as she hurriedly greeted everyone while fixing herself a plate. Once she sat she began inhaling her food. You don’t even think she chewed any of her food. “Mina, honey, maybe you want to slow down a bit and actually chew your food.”

“Sorry Mom-” Milena started. She whipped around the kitchen like it was second nature. Like she did this all the time. She placed her dirty dishes in the sink and thanked Alfred for the breakfast. “My ride is going to be here soon.”

Suddenly what even one thought was a boom tube appeared at the entryway of the kitchen. Everyone looked back at it to find a teen girl, not too much younger than Milena walking out of it.

“Sorry to drop in unannounced,” she said with a small smile. You could tell by her fighting to stay still that she was a speedster, most likely Wally’s daughter at that. “Milena time to go.”

Milena came around and gave Damian quick hug and a ‘see you son’ before stopping in front of you. You couldn’t stop the tears in your eyes as she hugged you goodbye.

Walking up to the boom tube, she turned to look at you. “Don’t worry. You’re an amazing mom. I couldn’t ask for a better one,” she says, disappearing.

Hugging your side, Damian rubbing his hand up and down your arm. Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you muttered to yourself . “Damn hormones. I’ll see you in a couple months, Milena.”

FUTURE

Walking out of the boom tube, Milena was face to face with her father. She couldn’t help but crumble into his arms. Keeping them both steady, Damian brings them to the floor.

“I saw her. I saw her Dad.” Milena cries into her father’s chest. Damian just rubbed her back, trying to console his crying daughter. “But she’s gone and I miss her so much.”

“I miss her too,” he said in a low whisper. “Every single day.”

Plot twist 🫢

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jackhues · 10 months

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mango dragon refresher - quinn hughes

notes: this is part of @wyattjohnston's summer exchange fic, and written for the lovely @lam-ila! i'm horrible at writing angst with happy ending, but i felt inspired to write something like this for quinn!! i really hope you like it <33

warnings: accidents, injuries, angst with happy ending, kinda hurt/comfort

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in hindsight, driving with a broken tail light wasn’t the smartest decision you’ve made.

your mother had taught you years ago that everything you learn when it comes to driving was meant to be applied whenever you were behind the wheel, for the rest of your life. and for years, you’d taken her words to heart, never once stepping out of line.

but you were hungry, and out of milk, and you’d already taken the cereal out into your bowl, and quinn had taken the working car to practice.

you didn’t think it was going to be a big deal, especially since the grocery store was less than five minutes away. besides, you saw people driving with things worse than broken tail lights all the time. how bad could it be?

convincing yourself it was no big deal, you got in your car and headed off to the store. you’d made it there fine, not even a scratch. but on your way back, the car in front of you slammed on their brakes suddenly. you’d stopped as well, just in time to avoid ramming into the rear bumper.

but with your tail light broken, the car behind you had nearly no warning as he drove into you. you felt it all happen in two times speed: your head hitting the steering, hard, as cars around you honked their horns and manoeuvred away from the crash.

i guess this is why they say mother always knows best, you thought drowsily, the world going dark around you.

quinn was feeding his teammates pucks when the assistant coach, nolan, called him over.

he’d been in a serious conversation with one of the trainers for a few minutes, before he motioned for quinn to come over.

“ooh, hughesy’s in trouble,” some of the guys snickered, messing with him.

quinn rolled his eyes as he held back a laugh, nodding at nolan and the trainer. the trainer nodded back, before rushing away quickly.

quinn didn’t think much of it — the trainers always had lots of work to do.

“what’s going on?” he asked.

nolan motioned over his shoulder, “let’s go talk about it, c’mon.”

now quinn began to worry, almost as if he really was in trouble. during the short walk to his office, a hundred different thoughts flew around quinn’s brain — yet, not one of them explained why he might be in trouble.

i’m a full-grown adult, quinn thought to himself. how the hell am i going to be in trouble? what would i even be in trouble for?

as nolan motioned for him to take a seat, quinn’s thoughts took another direction. he thought of bo horvat, and how he’d been given some terrible news in the very same way.

“wait, am i getting traded?” he asked suddenly.

nolan’s eyes widened, “no, no. we’re not trading you, that’s not why you’re here.”

“then why am i here?” quinn asked. “is there — is it something bad? did i mess up?”

nolan looked resigned, as if the last thing he wanted to do was sit here and tell quinn… whatever it was he wanted to say. but he took a deep breath and forced it out.

“it’s y/n,” he said finally. “your fiancée. she’s been involved in a car accident and has been admitted to the hospital.”

the world seemed to stop for quinn.

y/n, in a car accident.

he didn’t believe it. you were the safest driver he ever met, there was no way you could be involved in a — the broken tail light, he realized suddenly.

for some reason, you must’ve taken the car and went out to do something, either forgetting about or dismissing the broken tail light.

quinn internally began to curse himself.

he should’ve woken up half an hour earlier and carpooled with elias when his teammate had asked. that way there’d have been a working car at home, and you wouldn’t have been in the hospital.

“quinn?” nolan asked hesitantly, snapping him out of his spiral. “are you okay?”

“where — which hospital is she in?” he got up. “i want to go see her, i’m leaving to go see her.”

nolan stopped him by placing a hand on his arm, “i’ll drive you. you’re in no state to be operating a vehicle. go get changed, and we’ll head out to see her.”

quinn wanted to argue, to tell him to take him right now, but he saw the determined look in nolan’s eyes. quinn knew him long enough to know there would be no arguing with him.

he rushed off to the locker room, changing in record time, before meeting nolan in his car.

“let’s go,” nolan said, driving quinn.

the car ride was tense, with quinn stuck between wanting to ask nolan more information, and at the same time not wanting to know anything and just hope for the best.

his brain compromised by thinking of the worst scenarios imaginable.

“breathe,” nolan said as they arrived at a red light. “she’s gonna be fine, you just need to calm down.”

quinn took a deep breath, resisting the urge to snap at nolan. you wouldn’t want him to get mad at someone who’s only trying to help.

nolan took a right, arriving at the hospital entrance.

“head on up,” nolan told him. “i’ll park and come.”

quinn didn’t need to be told twice, as he bolted out of the car and towards one of the receptionists.

“my fiancée,” he rushed out. “she was — she was just brought in here because of a car accident. y/n, y/n y/ln.”

“one second,” the receptionist said, searching through her files. “you’re her emergency contact. quinn hughes, correct?”

“that’s me,” he nodded.

the receptionist nodded, “she’s in the emergency room, currently being operated on. she needs stitches, and is being checked for a dislocated shoulder.”

quinn’s heart felt like it would stop in his chest.

“where — where is she?” he stuttered.

the receptionist gave him a look of sympathy, pointing him towards the direction of the room. quinn ran down the halls, coming to a halt outside the room.

on the other side of those doors, you were in pain. you might’ve been under anaesthesia, but after everything, quinn didn’t want to think of you being in pain.

doctors, nurses, patients, and even visitors walked around him. for once, no one was asking for an autograph — only giving him looks of sympathy.

“mango dragon fruit refresher for quinn!” the staff called out.

quinn walked numbly to the counter, taking the drink, before heading upstairs. in his other hand, he held his own coffee — which is pretty much what he’d been living off for the past day.

there were three or four mango dragon refreshers in your room, melted or in the trash. quinn bought one for you each time he went to get his coffee, just in case you were waiting for him.

the accident itself was quite bad, to the point where the doctors were saying it was lucky that you didn’t sustain any long-term injuries.

from what quinn had been told, you were suffering from a minor concussion, needed six stitches across your forehead, needed twelve stitches on your hand, and had dislocated your left shoulder.

the stitches would come out eventually, and the concussion would be fine within a few weeks. but your shoulder would need to remain in a sling for three to four weeks, and you’d be needing physiotherapy afterwards.

quinn was just waiting for you to wake up.

you’d been out for over twenty-four hours, quinn not leaving your side except to get your drinks. nolan had brought him some food, which was in a bag in the corner of your room. he just wasn’t hungry.

quinn entered your room silently, mango dragon refresher in hand as he tried not to disturb you.

“is that for me?” your voice caused him to startle.

quinn turned towards you, seeing you awake and sitting up in the hospital bed. words failed him as he stared at you, trying to force something — anything coherent — out of his mouth.

“you — you’re — are you—”

“hi,” you gave him a tired smile, patting at your bedside.

quinn was there immediately.

“you’re awake,” he whispered, hesitantly reaching out for you.

“and you look like you haven’t slept in days,” you responded, taking his hand in yours. you leaned into his touch, savouring the feeling of him next to you. “are you sure you’re okay?”

quinn stared at you, shaking his head to himself in disbelief. “you’re the one in the hospital bed, and you’re asking if i’m okay? i should be asking you that!”

“i’m fine,” you answered. “a little battered, but i’m alright. you on the other hand, you look like you’ve been through hell.”

quinn rolled his eyes, but it was true. he felt like it too. sitting by your side, all night, not knowing when you were going to wake up — it drove him crazy.

“i’m just glad you’re okay,” quinn choked up, pressing a kiss to your intertwined hands.

he’d spent the last day thinking of the worst possibilities, torturing himself. seeing you here, smiling and happy, it made him realize that he couldn’t lose you.

you smiled, leaning forward to place your forehead against his.

“me too,” you whispered.

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cloudzzcore · 23 days

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CHARLIE + KID!READER PLATONIC HEADCANONS

Also my requests are open!!

This sorta turned into a bit of a Drabble- I’m using one of my childhood shows Kate and Mim Mim as inspiration for the readers stuffed toy! I’ll be calling the toy Mim Mim.

Key -

Favorite Color - (f/c)

Favorite Animal - (f/a)

When you arrived at the hotel all alone with no parental figure, It scared Charlie absolutely shitless as she ushered you inside the hotel.

Hell is a very dangerous place, especially for a child.

“Hello, Welcome to th—OH MY GOODNESS!” Charlie exclaims, looking down at the little child standing in front her, eyes full of innocence. Clutching a stuffed (f/c) (f/a) toy. “Hi!” The child beamed with a wide smile. “Okay.. Let’s get you inside, Sweetie.” Charlie said, ushering the child inside.

Okay, How was Charlie going to explain and introduce a child into the hotel.. There was a literal “adult film” actor living in the hotel.. and the radio demon–

Charlie brought you over to the couch, looking around anxiously. Before heading back over to the door and looking around again, Where the hell were your parents?!

“If you’re looking for my mama, She told me come here.” You said dismissively, Charlie’s heart dropped. You were just dropped of here.. Great. “Oh.. Well.. what am I going to do with you?” Charlie mumbled, being to pace a bit.

But then she just sighed, looking determined. She was going to take care of you! “First off.. What’s your name?” Charlie asked, sitting on the couch next to you. “I’m Y/N! This is Mim-Mim!” You introduced yourself, Even presenting Mim-Mim to Charlie! “Well Y/N, Let’s get you and Mim- Mim situated.”

After getting your room situated, getting you all washed up and changed into new clothes, Charlie had you in her room. She was going to introduce you to Vaggie first then the others.

It went well, Although Vaggie was a bit surprised to see a child in the hotel, But you didn’t have a care in the world at the moment.

You would occasionally just sit with your stuffed (f/a) and just talked to it like it was alive. Alive is a keyword. Trust me.

“You think the princess is really nice, Mim-Mim?” You whispered to the toy, Making it nod yes, you smiled, “Me too! She gave me a bath and pretty clothes!” You said before Charlie suddenly called your name. “Y/N! Time to meet the others!”

Now for when Mim-Mim came to life in the hotel for the first time.

You hadn’t brought Mim-Mim to life for a while ever since you came to the hotel you were so busy with doing other things like coloring, Playing with Charlie!

Going on Walks with Vaggie. You even went to an overlord meeting with Alastor! Angel Dust took you out to get Pizza. Made Bath Bombs with Cherri Bomb and Cleaned up with Niffty and Lucifer made you a rubber duck! So many fun things!

How did you not bring Mim-Mim to life for any of that? Eh, You were alone in the lobby.

So you had the chance and you were gonna take it.

“It’s been a while since we last played together Mim-Mim! But now it’s time to come life again!” You exclaimed with a laugh, spinning yourself and Mim-Mim around. “Y/N and Mim-Mim, Me and You! Let’s twirl away to play something new!” You both laughed as the now large (f/c) (f/a) stopped spinning but now was carrying you on their shoulder. “Oo~ where are we?” Mim-Mim asked as they looked around as you readjusted your grip on their shoulders. “We’re in Princess Charlie’s hotel!”

Soon you and Mim-Mim were running through the hotel and playing together before they slipped and fell down a hallway catching you and continuing to slide down the hall as you both laughed.

But then you heard it.

“OH MY GOLLY WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

Vaggie heard Lucifer yelling from downstairs with Charlie and they both looked up.

Lucifer stood on the far side of the hallway, looking horrified as his gaze landed on Mim-Mim, Holding Charlie’s kid.

Mim-Mim slowly stood up while holding you close.. before running around a corner.

“CHARLIE SOMETHING HAS YOUR KID!”

“What?!” Charlie and Vaggie both shout at the same time as they both ran up the stairs and Mim-Mim zoomed by as You were screaming and laughing. “Wooo!” You cheered as Mim-Mim had a visible terrified expression. Angel Dust and Husk were talking in the hallway before quickly moving out of the way as Mim-Mim ran by. “Sorry!” Mim-Mim yelled. “The fuck was that?!” Angel dust exclaimed as Charlie ran by. “It has my kid!” Charlie shouted as Angel joined the chase. “Holy fuck.” Husk mumbled taking a swig of his beer. “PUT THE KID DOWN!” Angel yelled to Mim-Mim but they weren’t listening.

Yeah Mim-Mims first appearance did cause a bit of Chaos but that didn’t matter you were having fun!

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This was way more episodic than I realized, I was watching a few shows so I guess it just added on.

Constructive criticism is always welcome! My requests are also open!!

4/2/2024

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie magne #charlie x reader #kid reader

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batneko · 8 months

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Kart Racing bowuigi time, inspired by that infamous Luigi death glare

SO, Luigi takes racing very seriously, much more than most of the other pastimes he and his brother get involved with. Maybe because it's something he knows he's good at, maybe because he likes machines, maybe, somehow, going fast gets his blood pumping in a way that's not fear-based for once. It doesn't really come to much since everybody else mostly races for fun, but whenever Bowser starts trash-talking Luigi can't help but talk back.

Bowser doesn't mind, in fact it gets him even more fired up, and pretty soon the two of them have become rivals in this one very specific area. Once Mario is sure it's just trash-talking and Bowser doesn't mean Luigi any harm, he's even sort of supportive of it. Rivalry is almost like friendship and Bowser could use more of those.

Then Luigi shows up on race day with an injured arm. Bowser is furious. The injury won't keep Luigi from racing, but it'll definitely slow down his reaction time. How's Bowser supposed to gloat about his victory when Luigi's at a disadvantage? Who does he need to hurt in retaliation for this insult to his abilities?

Luigi is having none of this and replies that he could beat Bowser without using his injured arm at all. Bowser says fine! Prove it! Letting it rest will help you heal faster anyway!

(wait a minute)

Bowser does beat Luigi's time that race, but just like he thought gloating isn't any fun at all. Time passes, another race is comes up (maybe it's a tournament? I don't know how actual car racing structure works) and this time Bowser corners Luigi in an empty room to make sure Luigi is fighting fit.

There's trash talk, there's arguing, there's threats, and then they're looking at each other with their hearts pounding and blood pumping and suddenly all that passion turns into a kiss.

Making out, really. They only break apart when they both need to breathe, and even then Luigi can't remember why this is a bad idea. Bowser thinks it's the best idea he's had in years and suggests meeting up after his victory so he can show Luigi a new way to get pounded.

"First of all, who says it's new to me? And second, who says you're going to win?"

After some more back-and-forth, Luigi says, "Wanna bet?" Bowser says hell yeah he does, and they agree that whoever gets the better time gets to top.

It takes a while before what he's doing sinks in. Luigi never really thought of himself as someone who would treat sex like a game. The fact that it's Bowser he's playing with is a whole other level. But... is it really so bad, as long as they both want it? Just an agreement between two single adults. It doesn't have to be weird.

It's weird. But it's good, too.

After that the bet is on every time they race. From the outside it looks like Luigi and Bowser's rivalry has cooled a little bit. There's less trash talk, though it's no less pointed. A lot seems to be communicated between the two of them with just a glance and a gesture. If they hadn't already been seeking each other out every time it would almost be suspicious.

It's gone on for long enough that Luigi and Bowser have started getting more... creative when it comes to their bets, when something goes wrong. The track was pretty far from most of their homes, so the gang decided to stay overnight before and after the actual race.

And Mario catches Luigi sneaking back into his hotel room in the wee hours of the morning, with a very suspicious limp.

Luigi tries to brush it off, but there's a smug grin on Bowser's face when they're heading out, and he makes a joke being on Luigi's tail, and all of a sudden Luigi has to hold Mario back from throwing hands right then and there.

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #bowigi #bowluigi #luigi #bowser #super mario bros #mario kart #free idea #green shell #long post #kinda

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collapsedglasshouses · 8 months

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Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 4]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets to their hotel room, she finally finds closure to all the confusing events.

Warnings: MDNI!!, 18+, NSFW, SMUT, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it before you tap it!), fluffy as hell, swearing, let me know if I forgot something

Taglist: @jakekiszkasguitarpick @blackveilomens @kingdomof-omens (congrats you can call yourself 'jazz' first tag team members' lmao)

IF YOU WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST, PLS DM ME OR COMMENT ♡

A/N: Well, well, well… I don’t even know what to say… I couldn’t wait until tomorrow so here you have the next chapter! I let myself get inspired for this chapter. I read The Love Hypothesis again and this one quote out of it will always stick with me. Do you notice which one?

It's been three minutes since Noah left the room. You heart was racing. You didn't even know what to think. Didn't he say he wanted to talk about this when we got home? Was it going to be bad?

Your mind was racing when you stepped closer to Jolly. "I need you to do me a favor-..." - "Not going into our room for the next three hours and at best keep Nick from going to bed so he doesn't hear anything? You're welcome."

You gave Jolly a thankful and apologetic smile before slowly walking away from your group. When you came to a stop in front of your hotel room, you couldn't help but feel like you felt that night you landed under Noah's bed. Does he just wanna have sex now?

You quietly opened the door with your key and stepped into the room. There he was. Sitting on his bed, staring straight ahead seemingly deep in his thoughts. You quickly got out of your high heels before walking towards him. When you sat down next to him, you let out a devoted sigh.

"We should talk about this." He said quietly before swallowing hard. You knew this was going to be hard. Neither Noah nor you were good at talking about serious topics when it came to things between you two. You remembered that often when you annoyed each other, you would just remain silent until there was no longer a problem. So now you just nodded and hoped he would begin to talk.

But nothing happened. You two sat their in silence.

You started to think. You knew you wanted to talk with him but not once you thought about what you actually felt. It wasn't normal for best friends to just randomly hook up after ten years of being nothing but platonic.

You exhaled frustrated. "Fuck... We behave like fucking teenagers, Noah. We're literally grown adults. Why is it so fucking hard to just talk?" You stood up and started pacing around the room.

Noah looked at you. When you noticed it, you came to a stand in front of him. "What is this?" - "Y/N, I have no idea." - "I don't know it either but we need to figure it out before someone gets hurt."

Now he was the one who sighed and than he cradled his head in his hands.

"What the fuck are we doing?" You began to cry out. "What the fuck am I even doing?" With that his head shot back up to look at you. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, Noah..." You swallowed hard, being a lot more sad and frustrated than you originally thought. "You are... a fucking well known rock star. You aren't just the boy anymore who lived down the street that I maybe admired a little too much when you came over to game with my brother." You sighed. "You aren't even the boy anymore who took my virginity because I was panicking about being the last in my friend group... You are a lot more now... You are you and I am me and... I don't even know what I was thinking. You are literally my best friend, Noah."

"So-..." He began. "...you regret what happened between us?" You had a feeling his eyes changed with your statement. They looked emptier.

"No, no, no...Noah." You cried out and looked at him apologetic. "That's not even in the slightest close to reality... That's the problem… I don't regret one second with you. I think, there wasn't one day in the past two weeks that I haven’t thought of you." You explained and ran a hand through your hair. "The thing is... I feel weird. On the one hand you are my best friend. You are Nick's best friend. You are the closest friend I ever had. I think nobody knows as much about me as you do. And I love that. But on the other hand there is this thing between us. Something that I have never felt with anyone before. That scares the shit out of me, Noah."

You felt like you read straight out of your diary and metaphorically you lost a piece of clothing with each sentence you spoke to him.

"Y/N."

"I don't wanna be one of your adventures, Noah."

"Y/N."

"I heard you talking about so many girls that come and left. Either them or you not being serious."

"Y/N."

"I saw you get hurt and I don't wanna be the one to do that to you."

"Y/N"

"I just don't wanna be one of those short funny stories that you tell the boys while drinking beer."

"Y/N, you know that would never happen."

"Why are you so sure of that, Noah? Why would you think this all could work? Why would you think Nick wouldn't hate us being... whatever this is?"

"Because I love you."

Your mouth dropped slightly open while you felt like someone knock all the oxygen out of your lungs. You couldn't breath. He loved you.

Your gaze slightly softens while you looked at the man in front of you. The man who also was the boy who told you he would raise a child with you that wasn't even his when you were just 18. The boy who played every song under the planet on his guitar as long as you would stop crying about this guy who broke your heart in eighth grade. You looked at this man, the man who had nothing but love in his heart for you the whole time you knew him.

You swallowed while taking a hesitant step towards him, not being able to form a sentence. You came to a rest when you stood right between his legs.

"You don't have to say it when you don't feel it but-..." - "Say it again, Noah." You lifted his chin so he had no chance but to look you in the eyes. His hands came up to rest at your hips. "I love you, Y/N... I-... I think i loved you for a long time. I just didn't realize it until those things between us happened."

With that you slightly bent down and pressed you lips to his. All of a sudden you felt like you were going to explode. Nothing ever felt this good. Everything that you worried or thought about just started to make sense. It was so clear in front of you all along. You were madly in love with Noah.

You felt how he fidgeted with the sipper on your dress and when he opened it you let it slip down to the floor. He interrupted the kiss for a second to admire you.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

Everything inside you started to tingle. Maybe it was his words or his tone. Maybe it was the fact he was so vulnerable around you. You just knew there was no way back. You needed Noah.

You instantly kissed him again while you unbuttoned his pants. When those dropped to the floor, you crawled onto his lap while your tongues started to fight for dominance.

"We definitely need to tell Nick." He gasped, out of breath, while you unbuttoned his black shirt. You nodded. "But definitely not now." You joked and made him chuckle before pushing him back onto the mattress. For a second you just admired him under you. How his laugh reached his eyes. How his lips were slightly pink from your kisses. How his hair fell onto his forehead. You didn't find one thing about this man you didn't love.

You leaned down to him and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked you surprised while his hands drew circles on your exposed hips.

"I love you too, Noah." With that his eyes lit up and with a quick movement you found yourself under him.

"God, I missed you." Noah muttered against your mouth, making you smile. You always wanted to be loved like this and didn't realise he was exactly in front of you.

He quickly helped you out of your bra and before you knew you also lost your underwear.

When he kissed you again, you grabbed his face with your hands, noticing how you missed touching him.

"Fuck" he mumbled as he kissed along your collarbone. This alone let you moan a little. Every cell of your boy craved him.

"I'm not letting you go ever again." he almost moaned out while his hand found your core. His fingers found your clit with ease and he began to work you in circles. Your jaw dropped open in surprise at the shock of pleasure it sent down your spine.

You cried out when he suddenly stopped his movements and kissed his way back up to your face.

"Noah, I need you." You moaned when he looked back into your eyes. "I'm right here." He teased and than started to attack your neck. You knew those kisses would leave bruises, making you moan even loader.

"I-... I need you inside of me." You stuttered while your body seemed to tremble in pleasure.

"Oh god, you're gonna be the death of me." He moaned while getting up to get out of his boxers.

You bit your lip as you looked at his naked form. He was so pretty. He climbs back on top of you while you open your legs for him. Never in your entire life did you need anyone as bad as you needed him right now.

So when he teases you with the tip of his cock, you could help but squirm for more. You buckle your hips and Noah laughs quiety.

"So needy and wet for me." You could only hum in agreement.

"Please, Noah." You beg. In this moment you just wanted him to tear you in half.

"God, you look so beautiful." He whispered and let his hand travel over your body one more time.

Finally, he started to sink into you. Your mouth fell open while you felt him stretch you out a bit and then pushing you to your limit. Instantly he let his head fall on your shoulder while moaning in sync with you.

Never in your entire life you heard a more beautiful sound. When he finally buried himself inside of you, he paused to let you adjust.

You couldn't even dare to breath in that moment.

"Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear. "Hmmm. Yes... Keep going."

You could feel his smile against your neck. He pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling out of you, drawing a surprised gasp from you before slowly going back into you. He did that a couple of times while heavy breathing was the only sound filling the air.

"You feel so fucking good." He groaned into your shoulder, causing you to wrap your arms around him and trying to pull him even closer.

You almost got impatient with his gentle touch so you pushed your hips off the bed to give him a hint that he got immediately.

You let out a small yelp when he suddenly thrusted harder into you hitting a certain spot. Your noises than made him go faster while your nails found their way across his back. If he wasn't that tattooed on his back, it would have been clear evidence about what was happening here.

"Harder." You begged him. He slammed into you causing you to moan even louder, but he dipped down and swallowed your sound with a deep kiss.

"You need to be more quiet, love. When we get to your place you can scream as loud as you want." He growls against your lips. Butterflies started to form in your stomach.

"Let me take care of you." He than whispered against you lips, reaching down between you with his other hand, pressing his index finger against you clit. You truly felt like you were about to explode into thin air and allowed yourself to think about what was happening right now.

Noah, your best friend of more than ten years, the man you were madly in love with, was pounding into you while also fingering you like he never did anything else in the entire world. His pace was almost punishing.

All the tension between you. Every time in the dead of the night when you gaslit yourself into believing you didn't think of him while you had your hand between your legs. All let to this.

When he changed the angle, hitting a new spot, you instantly buried your hands in his hair, as you felt your orgasm built. His hand still circling your clit while thrusting into you. "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to cum for me."

With that you were done. You moaned loudly while you reached your high, digging your nails into Noah's back, causing him to moan too.

That's when you felt it. He groaned your name and you felt him twitch inside of you, cum spreading through you.

It was an interesting sensation for you. One that made you squirm under him. He thrusted as deeply as he could for a few more times. The pleasure causing you to sink your teeth into his shoulder, biting down to lower the volume of your screams.

After you both helped each other through your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and looked you in the eyes.

"I'm not gonna drop the cheesy question, asking you to be my girlfriend because I think you know I'll not let you go anytime soon." He says before pecking your lips and than getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up.

"I would love to be your girlfriend, Noah." You answered him after came back and cleaned you up. Noah laughed and than wrapped his arms around your torso to cuddle you tightly.

He lifted his head and pressed his lips to yours. "I would love to be your boyfriend too, Y/N."

When he lay back down on your chest, you started playing with his hair and couldn't help but think about the reality that was just meters away from you.

How the hell would you explain all this to your brother?

READ PART 5 HERE.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fic #rpf #collapsedglasshouseswrites

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homunculus-argument · 8 months

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I try to go out of my way to let people know if I like something that they're doing, because people don't really notice the good things of themselves or aren't aware that other people notice. Or occasionally, they might not be aware that something about them that they're not observing is a positive thing. It reflects and bounces back and forth, and we all need some random positivity around.

Made a post a while ago about this guy whom I met through my publisher, whose name I had honestly forgotten/missed completely, wanting to note down how this dude made me see just how much the southern US kind of rural "redneck" stereotype that I'd only seen depicted - largely in a negative, classist light - really is rooted in a genuine type of people, who not only exist, but are just the same type of people as my mother's side of the family in rural Finland. And that weren't for the complete language barrier between people who don't speak a word of english, and people who don't speak a word of finnish, they'd have much to talk about - more in common than I really do with either of them.

What I hadn't expected were a few people tagging the post as "gender goals" - I honestly hadn't even thought of this cultural observation from a gender presentation point of view - but I thought that he himself might find this amusing. After sending my publishers the initial message I realised that wait shit, they're all late millenial bordering-on-gen-X cis guys, I'll need to translate this. I started going into what the hell any of that even means, explaining the concept of transition goals, of how trans people go about gathering inspiration of just what kind of men/women/nb they want to be, and taking notes of the kind of gender presentation they personally like.

Typing it out, I kind of started also getting a clearer picture of how much of a significance that kind of thing can have, even when remarked half-jokingly. Of what I put together, this guy has been in kind of a rough patch in life - freshly divorced after getting married too young, he's been up in the air in his mid-30s trying to figure out how to build up a life in his own image as an independent adult, after marrying his high school sweetheart wasn't Happily Ever After after all.

So maybe he would like to know that there's people on the internet who are trying to figure out how to present themselves, and what kind of a man they want to be, who read my rough description of my impression of him - that I wrote without thinking much more about it at all - and thought "I like what this guy is doing. This is what I'd like for myself."

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kanekisfavoritegf · 8 months

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I LOVE THIS SHIP SO MUCH SHUT UP

warnings: None just pure fluff

Nanami loves to bake. He might not be good at it, but he loves it anyway, and after finding out his new work schedule won’t be as busy as it usually is, getting off two hours earlier than usual on Friday, he takes it upon himself to sign up for classes.

He had hoped to achieve an intermediate level at least. What he didn’t expect was to start crushing on his baking instructor.

Tiana started a small class, usually for kids who wanted to learn more and parents who needed a little break before the weekend. She could earn extra money for her restaurant while inspiring younger kids like her daddy did all those years ago for her.

What she didn’t expect was to see a tall grown-ass man standing at the door, asking if this, was where the lessons were being held.

Nanami felt it was a little embarrassing to be around all these kids as the only adult learning. But soon, he’d find it to be amazing knowing that he was able to have her undivided attention in certain moments.

Nanami would fall in love with the way she does everything. Doting on the kids, baking, smiling, walking, talking, hell, even breathing. Nanami would think, “No other woman has ever breathed the way she does.”

He’d find himself staying late after all the kids leave and helping her clean up. He would force her to try something he made, and even though it wasn’t the best, Tiana would smile and say he was getting better with each passing second.

Tiana would find herself flushed more and more as her eldest student started becoming more touchy.

The hand around the waist each time he went behind her. The longer touches after she helped him stir some mixture. The low whispers filled with subtle innuendos to something more…

Their first kiss would taste like sugar and cream. In the middle of and empty kitchen surrounded by bowls and cakes, it would start off slow and soft, but as Nanami became more confident it slipped into something more rough and passionate. His hands molding into her waists pulling her closer and closer

Nanami would fs court Tiana in a traditional way after their kiss. I'm talking flowers and love letters🤭

I love this ship sm

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𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : toji x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you just got back from college and your dad’s old friend is looking extra hot.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering, edging.

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from more than a woman by aaliyah.

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18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Passion, instant…

“Man, when was the last time you changed the oil on this thing?”

“The last time I had a good whiskey.”

Now, when your dad hyped Toji up, you weren’t amused at all, considering your dad’s other friends are, well, not very attractive. But, this stranger was hot as hell, currently standing shirtless in your garage. His attention was on fixing up the vintage Chevy your dad had sitting for years. Something about it’ll be a new hobby of mine, something to distract me from my little girl going off to school, but despite the ambition, that damn Chevy was taking up space and collecting dust.

Sweat beads fill me; Cupid's shot me…

He and Toji both began laughing a bit, still tending to their work. It wasn’t until you sat your suitcase down that they noticed you. Your dad was the first to see you, immediately rolling out on the dolly that was supporting his back. He came up to suffocate embrace you with the tightest hug you think he’s ever given you. He pulled back to get a good look at you, smiling real wide and kissing you on the forehead.

“You’re home! I thought you weren’t gonna be back until next week!”

“Well, Jordan may or may not have had an accident with the van while we were at a rest stop. The rest of us thought it would be safer to fly home, so here I am!”

“I told you that knucklehead was bad news, getting into an accident with my daughter in the car. I outta give him a piece of my mind.”

“Dad, I’m fine, no scratches or dents, at least on me. Plus, I think you’ve already given Jordan “a piece of your mind”, or must I remind you of when I brought him back home for Thanksgiving last year?”

“Damn it, I hate it when you're right.”

Toji, hearing the conversation play out, finally looked up from the car's hood.

My heartbeat's racing…tempt me, drive me.

Now, Toji had been around and seen a lot of women, but you, you were an angel in disguise. Your hair was curled, a pretty pink gloss, and a pair of little diamond earrings. Your crop top and cut-off shorts left little to the imagination, tits almost falling out the front and the bottom of your ass peeking out. Those shorts led down to your legs, smooth and glowing, finishing with a pair of bubblegum pink sneakers. You were fucking hot.

When your dad noticed Toji walk around the car, his face lit up a bit, bringing you over. He looked damn good, sweat dripping off his chest, down to his abs, and into the waistline of his jeans. And, boy, he was cut. You assume that all those years in the service were to thank for his physique, but you can tell he still frequents the gym, although you wish he would frequent you. He walked to the bench to grab a shirt, presumably to be appropriate, but your thoughts were nothing close to appropriate.

Feels so exciting, thought of highly. It's yours entirely, I’ll be…

“Toji, this is my daughter. Baby girl, this is Toji.”

“Well, hi there. Your dad’s told me a lot about you. How was college?”

“Hey! Hopefully, all good things! School was good, way stressful, though, especially junior year. I’m just happy to finally be home.”

“Well, little lady, it was nice to meet you. I gotta finish up on the car before this evening.”

Toji gives you a warm smile, walking back with your father to the car. At this point, you dismissed yourself, needing to dial down all of the horny thoughts you had. You figured you could unpack your bags and watch TV, but much to your dismay, Toji was still on your mind. It was getting late; you could tell from the sunset coming through your curtains. Your phone read 6:32, and almost on cue, your stomach started rumbling. You leave your room and head to the living room, figuring your dad would’ve sat down for his beer and movie routine. But he wasn’t. Nervously, you open the door to the garage, your dad and his friend still working.

“Ahem.”

They both averted their attention to you. Toji closed the hood as your dad checked his watch and looked up at you nervously.

“Well, would you look at that? It’s time for dinner!”

“Uh, yeah! What are we eating?”

“Chinese?”

“That’s fine with me.”

Toji had walked around grabbing his things as the conversation between you and your dad played out. Until your dad laid a hand on Toji’s shoulder.

“We’ll get this car moving before the end of the week, that is if you’re not too busy.”

“Fortunately, I’m not. Just doing some renovations on the house I bought.”

“Sounds great!”

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it.”

Now, you weren’t about to let this opportunity pass you by, not when you had such a good excuse to see Toji some more.

I'll be more than a lover…

“Well, Dad, Toji should join us for dinner! Gotta screen the guy who’s hanging around you, ya know.”

“Hm, that’s a great idea. Toji, wanna join us?”

You were practically bursting with anticipation, praying he’d catch on to your advance. A simple dinner can’t hurt, right? Toji looked a little confused at first, but then he saw your face and gave you a smirk.

“Well, who am I to deny your request? Let me shower and get all this oil off, then I’ll drive back over in time for us to eat.”

Your heart was doing backflips; you couldn’t believe that actually worked.

“Yeah, I should wash up too. Baby girl, order the food, and it should be here by the time we’re done.”

“Sure can do!”

It’s like the food couldn’t come fast enough. You were so excited that you were half tempted to get the order yourself, but you came to terms with the fact you needed some self-control. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and you jumped like a fish to water. You could still hear the shower running in your dad’s room as you walked by, and you couldn’t be happier. As you approach the door, you stop at the mirror in the entryway. You fix your shirt a bit, making your boobs pop, and check your lipgloss and hair to make sure you look not just good, but hot. You opened the door with a smile that dropped almost instantly. The ring was from the food delivery guy. While you were happy to eat, you hoped it would be the man you wanted to eat at the door. You grabbed the cash your dad left on the console table, and when you turned around to hand the delivery guy the money, you nearly jumped at the sight of Toji walking up the driveway. You quickly handed the delivery guy the cash, heart pounding like crazy.

“I’ll go ahead and take these, thanks.”

More than a woman…

Toji grabbed the bags, smiled at the guy, and closed the door behind him. You led him to the kitchen table, where he sat down the food. You got a good look at him now. His hair was still damp from his shower, and he wore a white t-shirt and a pair of…grey sweatpants. You tried to be coy about it, but damn, did he have a bulge. It was like it was calling out to you, pressed into the leg of his pants. When you looked back up at his face, his eyes were checking you out before making eye contact. Deciding to be a little playful, you adjusted your shirt a bit, acting like you were fixing the fabric, but in reality, you were showing a little more skin. And Toji was getting an eyeful.

“So, ready for dinner?”

You didn’t even hear your dad come down the stairs, jolting a bit at his presence. He walked up to you, wrapping a hand around your shoulder and smiling.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya!”

More than enough for you...

This dinner started pretty simply, you and Toji glancing at each other now and then; acting like he wasn’t just ogling your body in the kitchen. Your dad, deep in his plate, hadn’t even noticed, every now and then taking a swig of his beer. That was until your dad got talkative.

“So, Toji, how ya likin’ things? Know it’s been forever since you’ve been home.”

“It’s nice, real quiet, the way I like it. Feels nice to be around people I know a little better, ya know?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. Same old folks, but we’ve had some new people come into town, wantin’ a break from the city.”

“Well, this is certainly the place to do it.”

“Lots of new women too; find any lookers?

You bit your inner lip at his question. It’s not like you expected Toji to be single, but you were back. So, he was as of now. You and Toji made eye contact before he answered his question, you looking up at Toji in curiosity and him giving you a smirk.

“I met someone, yeah. Not too sure about it, though.”

You chuckled at Toji’s answer, the table averting their eyes on you. Toji smiled smugly, your dad confused. Shit, you had to play it off fast.

“What’s with the question, Dad? Not like you’ve found any lookers. Well, except that lady that was definitely looking for you.”

Your dad was none the wiser, instantly went red and laughed.

“Toji gotta tell you about this one about a year ago; real hottie, real crazy too!”

I'll be more than a lover, more than a woman, even more under covers.

The rest of dinner went on smoothly; they caught up on old memories from high school, talked about Toji’s time in the service, and, of course, you. You’d long since gone to your room, leaving them to talk in the living room, but when you got out of the shower, you’d heard them talking about you. Now, you weren’t usually one to snoop, but it was a conversation about you. With Toji involved. You’d walked to the end of the hallway, behind the wall, as they sat in the living room drinking a couple of beers.

“I was real nervous about her out there by herself, especially when she met that boy. Know she likes him, but he’s bad news, can’t stay out of trouble.”

“Well, maybe now that she’s home, they’ll fall off. It’s different when they’re seeing each other every day.”

Toji was right. You hadn’t spoken to Jordan since you got home (which, to clarify, had nothing to do with Toji). After the whole van incident, you pretty much broke up with him. You guys had been fighting the whole trip, him insisting you should move with him to the city since school was over, but you weren’t interested in leaving your dad behind. The topic created distance between you; that flight back home signified the end of an era. But oh well, there’s a new one.

“I guess you’re right; there’s no pickins’ ‘round here, though. All of ‘em left for college or moved away. Don’t want her hanging out with me forever, but I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

“Trust me, she’ll find someone. Who knows? She’s a catch, for sure, but I think any guy would be intimidated meeting a dad like you!”

“Nonsense, if she found a real man, I’d be no problem.”

I'll be more than a lover, more than a woman, more than enough for you.

You stumbled at his statement, tripping into the living room a bit, their attention now on you. Now, when you were getting ready, you hadn’t originally intended on seeing Toji again for the night. So, that’s why you were wearing the shortest pajama shorts you had, paired with a tank top that, for all intents and purposes, was almost see-through.

“Babygirl! How are ya?”

“Oh! I’m, uh, good!”

You had to think fast. Why would you have been coming to the living room?

“I was just checking on you to make sure you go to sleep at a good time! Don’t forget you have to, um, take me to Leanne’s for breakfast! You said you’d take me as soon as I got back!”

“You’re right, honey, I completely forgot! I should probably head to bed now; that way, I’ll have enough time to get over this hangover.”

He looked over at Toji, who was standing up from the couch.

“Hey man, you should probably crash here. Don’t feel too comfortable with you driving after how many beers we threw back. Take the spare bedroom, farthest down the hall.”

“Yeah, Toji! Just want you to stay safe!”

You interjected the conversation, giving your dad one of those saccharine smiles that he was completely naive to, Toji smug across the room.

“Well, if you guys insist.”

Midnight grindin', heartrate's climbin'.

You waved your dad good night as you and Toji took your respective rooms. You originally intended to just go to bed, listen to some music, and drift off. Your anticipation made that last about ten minutes. With a master plan, you grabbed some blankets out of the hallway closet, knocking on the door to Toji’s room. He’d answered the door, shirtless, presumably about to go to sleep. Giving you a little smile, he stood to the side to let you in, closing the door behind him.

“What’s up, hun?”

“Oh, I, um, just wanted to see if you wanted more blankets; gets drafty in here.”

“Sure, thanks.”

You sat the blankets on the bed, Toji sitting next to them. Smiling at him, you began to lay the blankets out, his hand stopping you before you could finish.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of it, wouldn’t wanna be too warm.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

His hand on you made your body shiver, wishing that hand would’ve just thrown you on the bed and fucked you. But let’s not forget self-control.

“Well, if that’s all, I’ll leave you to it!”

You walked to the door, blushing as you tried to calm yourself down. Just open it and walk out-

“Is that all you wanted?”

Toji had walked over to you and laid his hand above you on the door, inches away from you.

You go, I go, 'cause we share pillows.

This could go one of two ways. You could very easily say “yes” and walk back to your room. But your pussy started talking for you.

“Depends. Did you need something else?”

Toji looked you down, licking his lips on the way up. When he met your eyes again, you were smirking, catching him in the act. Not that he really cared. He brought a hand up to your thin top, playing with the hem, not breaking eye contact as he saw your nipples perk up, shirt barely covering them.

“A little inappropriate, huh? Probably be best to cover up.”

“Not if anyone’s looking.”

He gave you a little snort, getting a good look at how flustered you were.

“What if someone is looking?”

“Then, they should do something about it. Hate to walk around inappropriately, right?”

His hand stopped playing with the hem, instead pulling your top down slowly, stopping right before your nipple was exposed.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, unless they’re enjoying it, looking that is.”

He pulled it down a bit more, nipple fully exposed, his eyes watching it intently.

“Dontcha gotta be up early?”

“That would be right. Thought about staying up a little later, though.”

“Why’s that?”

“Thought it’d be nice to have a little fun.”

He brought his hand up, finger lightly grazing your nipple, making your heart skip a beat.

“I might be able to help with that.”

“Yeah?”

Toji rubbed your nipple with one finger, teasing you.

“Yeah, I can…”

Chase me, leave me…

You brought your lips up to his before he stopped you, pulling your shirt back up and walking away from you. What. The. Fuck.

“But I probably shouldn’t. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on rest.”

You gave him an annoyed look, rolling your eyes, turning to leave the room. As you opened the door, you were met with your dad giving a surprised look to you and Toji. You started to panic, fuck, did he hear any of that? Surely not, he would instantly-

“Hey there! Wanted to let you know there were extra blankets and stuff in the hall closet.”

He looked past you and at the bed, smiling in contentment. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving one of those wide smiles he always does.

“Look, seems like my baby girl here was already on it! Great hospitality; thought you might’ve lost that when you left outta here.”

Yeah, great hospitality, alright. You were ready to give Toji the best damn stay of his life. You gave your dad a playful jab, walking past him as you two waved goodnight to Toji. When you went back to your room, your head kept spinning. Had he heard your dad coming? Is that why he stopped? Fuck, he’d played with your nipple and everything, if you could even call it that.

Shit, at least you knew one thing: it was time to put your vibrator to good use.

I don't think you're ready for this thing…

Constant pleasures, no scale can measure.

That whole thing was two days ago. Since then, you’d tried to avoid Toji altogether, too embarrassed to face him, always having something to do when he came to work on the car. That was until your dad intervened.

“Hey, sweetie. Can we talk about something?”

Fuck, this was it. He’d known this whole time and just waited to say something. You sat on your bed as he stood in the doorway, a look of concern on his face. You were too bugged out to say something, just nodded and waited for his response.

“Well, remember when I told you I’d have the pool in the back cleaned out and ready by the time you got home this summer?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Well, time got the best of me, so it’s not done, probably not til next month. But, Toji’s pool is in top shape! That is if you still wanna swim. I asked, and he said that’s perfectly fine.”

“That would be great, thanks, Dad!”

You just hit the fucking gold mine. Firstly, of course, you wanted to go the pool, but a reason to go over to Toji’s, half-naked? Oh, this was just what you needed. Once your dad left, you rummaged the room for materials for your scheme: cute swimsuit, sunscreen, towel, all the good stuff. Except your swimsuit was more of a bikini well, actually, it looked more like a thong and tiny bra. So, pretty damn hot.

Secret treasures, keeps on getting better.

“I’m gonna take the car, okay?”

“Okay, honey, drive safe!”

You’d got over to Toji’s somewhat fast, only about a ten-minute drive, but that ten minutes felt like forever. Especially to the one screaming at you through your bottoms. You’d knocked on the door, breathing in and out to prepare for him to come. Except he didn’t. You didn’t wanna be a weirdo or anything, but your dad did tell him you’d be coming and his car was in the driveway, so where the hell was he? Only one way to find out. You’d open the gate door on the side of the house, walking the pathway to the pool. There was no sign of him so you went ahead and put your stuff down, putting on your sunscreen and-

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Uh, hey!”

You nearly jumped out of your damn skin. Toji had crept up on you, presumably from the house, as the back door was open and he was holding a water bottle. He gave it to you, chuckling a bit at your surprised look.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya. Well, you have the pool. Feel free to stay as long as you’d like.”

Was he acting completely normal? Maybe you had overanalyzed the other night; maybe it wasn’t nearly as horny as it felt. Then again, he had made somewhat of a move on you; maybe you’d test to see if that feeling was still there.

“Hey, Toji, before you go, I can’t get the sunscreen on my back. Can you help with that?”

“Sure, no problem.”

Do you wanna roll with me?

Toji gave you a smirk, taking the sunscreen from you and turning around so he could apply it. His hands were a bit calloused and cold, but they were warming up your skin like fire. Every stroke of his hand got you wetter and wetter, almost melting into his touch as he rubbed the sunscreen into your skin. He’d been careful, stopping right before applying it to your ass, almost waiting for your clearance.

“Touch me.”

He chuckled a bit, bringing his hands down to your ass, massaging the skin there. Your body was working for you, slightly moving as he applied it, moan about to escape from your lips.

“All done, princess.”

With that, he slapped your ass and walked back into the house, leaving you sexually frustrated again. You sighed in exhaustion, you were more than hoping to get your rocks off, but that’d have to wait. Again. That wasn’t gonna stop you from teasing him; you’d play into this coy little game of his. You got into the pool now, swimming for a bit while you thought of what to do next. Part of you wanted to just go in there naked and tell him to fuck you, but that was a little too brave. Instead, you had a better idea.

“Hey, Toji?”

He walked out of the house, walking over to you at the pool. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that you were giving him those fuck me eyes.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I need some help, my swimsuit top broke!”

You brought your body out of the water a bit, straps floating as you held the fabric to your chest. Toji wiped his face down, smirking at your dedication to this bit.

“Accidents happen. Let’s go inside; I got a shirt you can wear.

We can go to foreign lands, your hand in my hand.

Before you entered Toji’s house, another idea hatched.

“I’d hate to get water all over your floor! I can wait here til you get it.”

With a confused look, he shrugged and walked in. After a couple of minutes, he returned with a shirt, definitely a bit bigger than your figure, along with a towel. You began drying yourself off, taking extra care to dry the places he was actively staring at.

“That should fit you. I can make you something to eat; I’m sure you’re hungry after all that swimming.”

“Thanks, here, hold this so I can put it on.”

You handed him your swim top, chest fully exposed, nipples hard from the change of temperature. His face went flustered as he held it, eyes glued to your tits. With a smile, you brought the shirt over your head, putting it on as he watched you.

“These are wet; should probably take these too.”

With that you brought your fingers to the hem of your bottoms, pulling them down and handing them to Toji, fully naked now except for his shirt. He was chuckling, almost red from the boldness you had. You walked past him into the house, waiting for him on the kitchen island as he closed the back door. You pretty much knew you had him, but you needed that thing to take him right over the edge. So, you did. Toji walked up to you now, leaning against the counter opposite of you, giving you an expectant look.

“So, what are we eating…hopefully me.”

That was enough. Toji cleared the distance between you, hand wrapping behind your neck as he brought you in to kiss you. The kiss was hungry and needy; all that pent-up sexual frustration finally getting handled. You let him lead, hand coming down to rub your pussy before slipping his fingers inside you, eliciting a moan from you.

“You know we shouldn’t be doing this, but you’re quite the naughty one.”

“I am and obviously so are you; if not you wouldn’t be fingering me.”

“Got a point there.”

He smiled a bit, tilting your head so he can suck the skin of your neck, kissing you in all the right places.

“If you want me so bad, why’d you stop? Hear my dad coming?”

“Coincidence, sweetheart. Didn’t hear him at all.”

“So, why not continue?”

He brought your legs up, sitting you on the counter as he brought his hand down to grip your ass.

“Cause I’d feel bad about fucking my friend's daughter in his house.”

“So, fuck me here.”

Do you wanna ride with me?

Toji picked you straight up, throwing you over his shoulder as he walked to his room, you laughed as he brought you up the stairs. Once in his bedroom, he closed the door and sat you on the bed, undressing before taking you out of his shirt. In a swift motion, he laid you down, body coming over yours to kiss you again, pulling back slightly to get a good look at you.

“So, what about your little boyfriend?”

“What boyfriend?”

He laughed as he brought his fingers to you again, this time, rubbing your clit as you moaned underneath him. Moving down slowly, he caught one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and pulling at it with his tongue. It had you moaning, arching your back slightly as he brought his other hand up to play with your other nipple. The one that started it all. He’d found his way to your stomach licking a line straight down as he made eye contact with you, finally stopping when his tongue met your bud. Quickly, he flipped you two over, laying on his back as he sat you on his face. He didn’t give you time to prepare at all, arm pinning your legs down as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Fuck, it was fantastic. Every lick had you gripping his headboard tighter, grinding against his face as you lost yourself in his mouth. He had you moaning near screaming, eyes on you as he worked his tongue underneath you. You couldn’t even look at him, too involved with your impending orgasm. You truly didn’t give a fuck, taking his mouth for yourself as you felt yourself about to cum. You’d thrown your head back now, Toji seeing you about to unfold and licked your clit even faster, arms bringing you so close he could suffocate. Then, it was bliss.

Your orgasm hit you hard, hand clenching on the headboard so hard you could swear you broke it. You rode it all the way out, moving your hips against his mouth as he lapped up your cum. He’d started loosening his grip on your thighs, holding you to prevent you from tipping over, and laid you on your back. You were on cloud nine, eyes still fluttering as you came down. Toji brought his face down to yours, kissing your cheek and then moving his lips to your ear.

“You did so good, taste fucking great too. You okay?”

“Fuck me.”

We can be like Bonnie and Clyde, me by your side.

Toji laughed at your bluntness as he opened your legs and sat them on either side of his hips.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

You were in fucking need. Cumming on his mouth was amazing, but you knew you didn’t wanna stop there, and neither did he. You opened your legs even wider for him, pulling him down by his neck to kiss him, bucking your hips into his waist as your sensitive bud brushed against his boxers. You could feel your wetness soaking into the fabric, making his dick harder than a brick. Swiftly, he fell back, making quick work to take off his boxers and climb back on top of you. Fuck, he had a big dick. His lips hovered over yours as you groaned in anticipation, feeling him rub against your lips, toying with you.

“Ready for me? Don’t wanna hurt ya.”

“Yes, sir.”

That lit a fire in him, hungrily bringing your hips towards him and then kissing your cheek. And just like that, he slipped in. He took his time, moving what felt like inch by inch to let you adjust to him. It did hurt a bit, but all that ended when he was all the way in, kissing you as he started moving his hips. It felt so fucking good. Toji stroked you slowly, being real careful with you as he exhaled on your shoulder, making you shudder under him. He’d pulled up and sat on his hands now, looking for that green light in your eyes for him to go faster, and once you gave it, he gave it to you exactly how you needed it.

I'll be more than a lover…

Toji had a steady pace, hands gripping your hips to steady you as he fucked into you. Your eyes had rolled back, whimpering as you gave your body to him. He knew exactly what to do with it, satisfying any craving you’d had up to that point. He fell in love with the way you moaned his name, fueling his thrusts to faster, making you moan it even louder.

“Toji…”

“Looks like those college boys haven’t been fucking you right, huh?”

“No, sir…”

“Don’t worry, ima take real good care of you.”

And that he did. He had you scratching his back, trying to get a grip as he fucked you. His hand had long since found your leg, pulling it up to your stomach to fuck you deeper. He was hitting everything inside you, felt like his dick was made for you. He was definitely right; the boys at school were shit in bed, either only fucking til they came in 3 minutes or not eating you out at all. None of them were ever as big as Toji either, especially not Jordan, he hadn’t fucked you nearly as good as this. Probably because of age, learned how to really please a woman after all these years, and fuck, you wanted it all to yourself.

More than a woman…

“Hold on tight, baby.”

Toji flipped you over so you were on top, hands gripping your ass as he slammed you on his dick. It was hard not to just scream his name over and over, wanting to be a little tame as he fucked you. But that was all over when he picked up his pace again. You could barely hold yourself up, hands gripping his shoulders as he guided you, giving it to you in that special spot that had you dying inside. Shamelessly, you threw your hips back on him as you screamed his name, him smiling below you.

“Looks like I found your sweet spot. Let me hear you baby, wanna know just how good I’m making you feel.”

“So fucking good, Toji…So good…”

He’d slapped your ass to say good girl, making you whimper every few thrusts when he did it. You finally reached a point where you could actually look at him; his face was sweating, hair sticking to it as he looked at you smugly like he was waiting to see your reaction to him taking you. He was fucking hot, something about the hungry look in his eyes had your pussy clenching around him, making him groan and bite that scar on his lip. You knew you weren’t gonna last very much longer, that fire rising inside you as he synced your bodies together.

“I see it, princess. Let me have it.”

You tried your best to hold in, wanting to hold off so you could get fucked longer, but it was just too good to hold back. Your fingers gripped his shoulders so hard you’d swear they’d bruise, screaming his name. He brought a hand up to your face, moving it so he could look at you as you came. You had been closing your eyes so hard your mascara smeared, lips plump from all the kissing, and face warm and flustered from how hard it was hitting you. He’d fucked you deep, wanting to feel your pussy spasm on every inch of him, sending him into overdrive. As you rode out your orgasm, he was chasing his, body turning to putty as he claimed your pussy as his. Toji was sexy as hell, groaning and moaning your name as he fucked his cum inside you.

Even more under covers.

You couldn’t keep it together anymore, so fucked out that you tipped over, Toji catching you as you fell. He laid you down gently, resting your head on the pillow as he pulled out of you. You were fucking done. You’d almost fallen asleep, head falling to the side as your body came to terms with just how much pleasure it had experienced.

“Hold on baby, let me take care of you first.”

Toji walked to his bathroom, wetting a washcloth and cleaning you up. You squirmed a bit at the overstimulation, too tired to even let out a moan. He’d pulled the covers over you, brushing your hair as you drifted to sleep. He’d gotten in bed next to you, lying down. Then the damn doorbell rang. Irritated, he got up and threw on some clothes, trying to be presentable enough to open the door. Fuck, whatever it was, it better be-

“Hey, Toji! Have ya seen her ‘round? She forgot her phone back at the house.”

I'll be more than a lover, more than a woman, more than enough for you.

♱ the song used in this story is more than a woman by aaliyah. 🖤

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the bottom ; liam lawson #40

childhood friends are hard to break off. but when she’s dragging his name through the mud he might have to put his foot down.

inspired by the bottom by gracie abrams

tw!! major alcoholism, you’re an asshole for a good 2/3rds of this

part of the shriveled roses series

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night out with the girls got a lil too crazy

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user01: oh so they were DRINKING drinking

user02: they’re actually so iconic for that

user03: nothin iconic about alcoholism babes

liamlawson30: i see that promo

yourusername: u know it 🤭🤭

user04: shes just a party girl in a boring world!

yourusername: u know me so well love

user05: it’s so weird how she has alcohol in every post.. just promoting alcoholism at this point

yourusername: girl gtfo, just because i like to drink doesn’t mean im an alcoholic. you know jackshit about me, stop acting like you do, you crusty bitch

user05: i say something about worrying about you and your automatic response is to call me a bitch? reall mature

yourusername: i dont need you to worry about me. im an adult, i can do whatever the hell i want.

user05: well when your posting your life on social media your gonna get judged

yourusername: it’s a post about me going out and partying. i'm an adult who likes to drink. there’s gonna be fucking alcohol you dumb twat.

user06: damn her whole attitude is just bad huh

user07: gonna talk about making out with lando soon?

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BREAKING: LANDO NORRIS AND YN YLN SEEN MAKING OUT AND LEAVING PARTY IN MONACO TOGETHER

user01: liam seeing this like 😧😧

user02: who is she?

user03: liam lawson (redbull reserve driver)‘s childhood best friend. she’s known for partying a lot but lately it s gotten a lot worse 😬

user04: wasn’t she running her mouth about lando a few weeks ago??

user05: wait what spill

user04: a fan came up to her a few weeks ago and asked what she thought of some of the other drivers like lando, and she said he was a shit driver and should retire so liam gets a seat

user05: whattt that's so messed up. Who does she think she is??

You woke up with a headache, wrapped in sheets to your phone going off with a call. With a groan you grabbed your phone and answered it without looking at who it was. “What do you want?” you slurred, and was answered with Liam yelling at you.

“What the fuck is this?? You made out with Lando after saying some shit about him to a fan??”

You groaned, rolling over in bed to find your latest hookup gone. “Liam, it doesn’t matter. I’m fine, ok?”

“That’s not the point! You can’t just say whatever the fuck you want to people who are recording you, and you especially can’t bring me into it!” he ranted, and you could hear him pacing in his house. “Honestly, saying Lando should retire so I get a seat? Are you crazy??”

You sat up, rubbing your head. Hangovers were the worst thing in the world. “God, Liam, just loosen up! It’ll all blow over, ok? Don’t worry. I’ll lay low for a while, stop posting and shit, and they’ll forget about me.”

He answered immediately at that, quick to shoot it down. “No, no! You can’t just sweep it under the rug! This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, and it’s fucking with my career. Helmut’s talked to me about you, and about how you’re screwing up my chances for the Redbull seat.”

“Helmut’s a prick.”

“Maybe, but he’s right!”

“What the hell?!” You couldn’t believe what he was saying! Of all the times to call, the morning after you get shitfaced? You hadn’t even done anything bad. Yeah, you drank a lot. Who cares? You’re an adult, doing adult things.

“It’s the truth! You always get wasted, say some shit to media, and make me look like a fucking jerk! I'm tired of it, ok? It’s like you’re on a mission to fuck up my life! But I can never get mad at you because I’ve known you for forever and my whole family knows you and your whole family knows me and they’d crucify me if I ever made you sad or shit. Because you’re a spoiled brat!”

You sat there shocked at the outburst, opening your mouth to respond but he wasn’t done. A spoiled brat? Since when?!

“Ever since we were kids you’ve had someone like your brother, or your dad, or me to fix everything that you’ve broken. And it’s tiring! I’m not your nanny!”

You stood up at this, frustration turned up to the max. “I’m not asking you to be! I’ve never asked you to do that for me!”

“It’s not about you asking, it’s about you fucking my shit up and leaving it. It's like when you broke that vase at my parents house and didn’t say anything! I had to clean it up. I always have to clean it up. On Thursday I'll probably be asked about your behavior and have to make some answer to clear your name and make me look like I'm not a total prick.”

He stopped, and you could hear him breathing heavily. Shocked, you just gaped at the phone before saying calmly, “You could’ve told me this. Anytime before this you could’ve told me to shut up, to calm down, to do anything.”

“Oh, my, god. Are you fucking stupid?! Did you listen to anything I said?! I shouldn’t have to tell you not to talk to media! I shouldn’t have to tell you not to make out with my competitors! You’re an adult, so fucking act like one! Think a little!”

With that, he disconnected the call, leaving you bewildered, in an empty bed with an aching headache.

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user01: girl.. we need a response

user02: no liam like 😮

user03: he probs got tired of her running his name

user04: soo what were you saying about lando being shit??

user05: i am SO here for the yn slander yall dont know how long ive been waiting for this

It was a few hours after the call, when you had taken a shower, had a meal, and worked off your hangover when you decided to call Liam. I mean, if he could yell at you like that then you can too, right? Honestly, him bringing up stuff from your childhood was so uncalled for. That was in the past, so leave it there!

You sat down at your kitchen table with your phone, took a deep breath, and pressed the call button on his contact. It rang once, twice, a third time, then went to his voicemail.

An automated message began playing, and you pressed the button to hang up. What a jerk! You tried to call him again, and again, and again, but each time it went to his voicemail. You got dressed and went outside, deciding to take a walk around town outside.

It had been a few hours before you had decided to call him again, this time with a notepad of all the points you were going to make to prove him wrong. Tapping a pen against the pad, you pressed the call button on your phone, then the speaker button. It rang once, twice, a third time, then went to voicemail. You hung up and tried again. Again, and again, and again until you got a different answer. Your head laying down on your arm, you reached out and tapped the call button again, and it rang once, then went to voicemail.

You sat up. One ring? Did he seriously block you? You tried it again, hoping it was just an error. One ring, then voicemail, over and over and over. What an ass!

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user1 ‘don’t need your bs’ and it’s friends being concerned about her

user2 oh.. another party

user3 is it just me that’s genuinely concerned?

user4 nono me too, liam and lando both stopped liking and she seems like she’s just drinking away

user5 and the answers from liam during the press conference,, like somethings wrong..

liammm🏎️

hey, are you alright?

this isn’t me forgiving you for anything im just worried about you

party animal 🎉

fuskkc off

liammm🏎️

are you at a party rn?

party animal 🎉

art s parlk

jus me amd a borttle

liammm🏎️

love cmon

you can’t keep doing this

party animal 🎉

i kmow

but idk

yiu should get bscl to work

liammm🏎️

send your location please

party animal🎉

you werr rifht

i’ve been using you

im sirry liam

liammm🏎️

love please just send me your location

i want to make sure you get home safe

we can talk more in the morning

party animal 🎉

im sorry liam

*location*

You were sitting on a bench, a bottle of korean soju next to you. It was halfway drained, but when Liam texted you it reminded you of everything that had happened and you couldn’t bear to drink more. Staring out at the playground, bright colors muted in the dark light of the moon, just thinking. About your life, your choices, your family. About Liam. It really wasn’t his fault, everything that happened. He had been right. You did use him as a nanny, badmouthing coworkers and dragging his name through the mud. Even now, he was picking you up in the dead of night because you chose to go out and get drunk by yourself. It wasn’t like there was anyone who wanted to drink with you anymore.

You turned around when you heard your name called, to see Liam jogging over to you. “Are you alright?”

You nodded glumly, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. How could you do this to him? He looked tired, and disappointed. You’d seen that look in your other friends, but in Liam it hurt so much more.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” he said, reaching for your arms and gently pulling you up. “I’m sorry Liam,” you said, looking at him, slightly dazed. Why were you doing this drunk? Why couldn’t you do this sober? A pit of guilt grew and grew in your stomach as he ignored what you said, grabbing the bottle and beginning to walk you to the car. Of course he ignored it. This wasn’t the first time you said this. But this was the first time you meant it. Or had drunk you said that before? You stopped.

“Liam, I’m serious.”

He sighed and looked back at you. “I know.” Somehow that made it 10 times worse, and with a wobbly lip, you asked, “Have I said that before?” He nodded, then started walking with you again. “Let’s talk more in the morning.” It struck a cord, how quickly he shut it down. All of this had happened before. How did you not remember? How much of your life had you given to alcohol?

Liam helped you into the passenger seat, and started to help you buckle up, but you stopped him. You wanted to prove that tonight was different. “I got it,” you said quietly. He nodded and walked around to the driver’s side, driving you back to your apartment. The whole time, you were racking your brain for other times like this, just a little bit that you could remember. It hurt your head, and when you came up empty the pit in your stomach deepened.

“How many times have I done this?” you asked quietly as he pulled into the parking garage. He took a second to answer, and said, “I lost count.”

Fuck.

He parked and you got out on your own, stumbling a bit but refusing his help to the elevator and up to your apartment. Was this new? Was he impressed, did he see a change? Or were you thinking like this every night he came to pick you up? You unlocked the door and let the two of you in to the front room that had bottles and trash scattered everywhere, but Liam stopped in the doorway. You turned to look at him.

“I’ll come back in the morning with some food, we can talk then. Are you alright?”

You nodded, and he nodded, then he closed the door behind him as he left. You began cleaning yourself up, washing your face and taking a shower, then cleaning your apartment. It felt like you had been floating in the apartment, not really paying attention to it. You cleaned through the night, not wanting Liam to see the apartment like this when he came back. You had brewed yourself a strong coffee by the time he knocked on your door, and you took your time answering, scanning the whole apartment to make sure it was clean. It was, so you opened the door.

Liam was standing there with takeout from a nearby bakery. He already looked tired. Did he get any sleep last night? Could he see that you didn’t? You have a small smile and stepped aside to let him in. As he scanned the apartment, you took the food and began plating it. Leading him to the kitchen island to eat, he started talking.

“Do you remember last night?”

“Yes.” He didn’t seem convinced.

“I was at the park drinking. You came and picked me up, I asked you how many times you had to do that, you couldn’t remember and wanted to talk about things today. You dropped me off here and said you’d be back in the morning with breakfast so we could talk. Now it’s morning.”

Surprise flashed behind his eyes for a second, but just as quick he steeled himself.

“Did I remember it before?” you asked, looking down at your plate.

“No.”

Just one word told you everything. You had gone too far too many times. “You don’t have to do this Liam. I don’t want to drag you back to me like this.”

He didn’t speak, just ate his breakfast. It was sausage and eggs, with a side of fruit. Yours was a chocolate croissant with some strawberries. You couldn’t eat it.

“Do you want any of mine?” he asked, not looking at you. It was as if he was reading off a script. You shook your head. He sighed, put down his fork, and leaned back.

“You seem more aware this time. Did you not drink as much?” You shrugged. This whole thing felt awkward, like he was your dad after a bad night out when you broke curfew. Except that’s exactly what this was, except he was your friend.

“You were right when you called me. I’ve been using you.” “Was that why you were drinking?”

You shrugged again. You both knew it was a yes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“You want to get better? Throw out your alcohol. Go to every bar and club around here and tell them to deny you entry no matter what. Stop going for drinks with your coworkers. I’d even consider rehab. You’re addicted, ok? I want you to get better.”

He was looking at you now, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. You just kept staring at the croissant. He sighed, and reached for your plate to switch your meals, but you stopped him.

“Can you come with me?” your voice was stupidly shaky, and you cursed yourself for it. “I’ll do all the talking, I just want to make sure I get all of them” He nodded. “Eat first. Did you sleep at all last night?”

You hated how you felt like a little kid, shaking your head before picking up the croissant and taking a bite. “Once we finish that, can we talk more about this? I just feel like I woke up to everything I’ve done, you know?”

“Sure.” it was a short, curt response that you knew you’d just have to accept.

A few minutes later, you finished the croissant and coffee and went to your room to change. You put on a simple outfit that would still make you look out together, but didn’t bother with makeup. Hopefully this would be over fast.

You and Liam set out around town, first going to your favorite club, The Eclipse. As you walked up, you felt your hands getting sweaty, and clenched and unclenched them until you felt Liam slip his hand in yours and give it a gentle squeeze. “You got this. It’s the first step that’s always the hardest.” You nodded, and walked up to the bouncer. After explaining to him your situation and how you were trying to quit drinking, he agreed to turn you away and call a cab for you if you turned up at the club. After thanking him profusely, you and Liam went on to the next club. And the next. And the next. It was not a short experience as you had hoped, it was long and embarrassing and tiring. Eventually you reached the last bar and confirmed with the owner that you wanted to be on the no-serve list, then turned to Liam.

He was smiling at you. It was a soft smile, but still there. You could see the pride in his eyes as he held out a hand to you, and you gladly took it, a small smile on your face too. “You did good. I’m proud of you.” He said, walking back to your apartment. “Thank you. I’m sorry it took me so long, and I'm sorry I didn’t listen to you before. I just feel so stupid for letting myself get to this point. And I feel so bad for hurting you and your career.”

“This is where you show it. Ok?” He said, shaking your intertwined hands and looking at you. “This is you showing me that you’re serious about everything you’re saying. Now you just need to stick with it and prove that you’re serious.”

You nodded, meeting his eyes with a watery smile. “I won’t hook up with Lando Norris again.”

He rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand jokingly. “Too soon, man. Too soon. Ugh. I got so many calls from Christian that day.”

“I’m sorry, truly. And I was such an ass when I answered you. And when I was like, trying to call you back. God, I just fucked up for the past 6 months. And I can’t even remember it at all! I just lost so much of my life.”

“But you’re pulling yourself out. And that means a lot to me. I’ve tried to get you to do this before, you know? You always dragged your feet and stuff.”

“Really?” You asked, looking at him with wide eyes. “See, this is what I’m talking about! I have zero recollection of that!”

He chuckled, and swung your arms as you walked. “This is a new chapter for you. I believe in you.”

FIN.

authors note.. bam! done! thank god, im so sorry this took so long.. i do have another still in the works that hopefully wont take as long but yeahh this series is gonna take forever.

#liam lawson #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #liam lawson x reader #liam lawson x y/n #liam lawson x you #rbr x reader

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mingiswow · 1 year

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Rebel Rebel | Seonghwa

Pairing: Rebel!Seonghwa x fem!reader

Word count: ~ 4.3k

Genre: dystopia, apocalypse, angst (?), smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Summary: When the devil of a man you had the disgust of calling a grandfather destroyed the country and turned it into his little isolated dystopian world so he could rule and sell his powdered food, lots of people, animals, and vegetation died. Now, years later, you are born into this hell of a family who couldn't give less fucks about you, what can you do except rebel against this system you grew to hate? Maybe fuck your dad's biggest enemy?

Content Warning: mentions of death, family issues, cursing, fighting against the system, and sex (if I forgot anything here let me know)

Smut Warning: Filth, pure filth (I was inspired), unprotected sex (would there be condoms in an apocalypse/dystopic universe?), oral (both receiving), piv, face fucking, cum eating, multiple orgasms, Seonghwa calls reader princess and baby a lot of times, he has a filthy mouth and a big dick

a/n: another part of my Halazia brain rot series, I don't know if I'll do with all the boys, but I NEEDED to do Yunho and Seonghwa (maybe if you want you can request another member). So hope you enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments or tags or dm or whatever

You covered your head in the white hood and left the building from the back part. The path already engraved in your brain from how many times you’ve escaped the fort that held your dad and his lackey monkeys.

You see, it’s been years since your grandfather destroyed the country and turned into something you could only imagine seeing in dystopian movies. He cut the connection to any other country, he destroyed basically every sign of vegetation and wildlife he could encounter. All because he could and he was an evil man. Ever since, your family is the one ruling whatever was left and the people that survived. But for everyone’s safety - and your own enjoyment - nobody knew who the family of the ruler was. When your grandfather was the ruler, your grandmother, as well as your dad and his siblings, were forced to be inside the fort. No one could leave or enter. It was a way of protecting not only the family but not giving the enemies the knowledge and power to enter the weak spot. Not that your grandfather cared, he was the one to kill his only daughter after he found out she escaped the building.

Your dad, on the other hand, cared a lot about your mother and your younger brother. You? Just a mistake. Women couldn’t rule, so he didn’t give a single fuck about you, which was great. For you.

You don’t care about your life, what was the point of it? You just want to live the day as if it was last, because it can be. You found your aunt’s diary when you were around twelve years old, and became obsessed with the idea of escaping the fort. So since then you’ve been doing it. And you’re already an adult.

It was during one of your night escapades that you met the group of rebels that was planning on dethroning your father. To say you were thrilled to go against your father but also be part of something was an understatement.

The leader was this tall, handsome, and alluring man. His voice was sultry, low, almost like he was always whispering even when he was screaming all kinds of filthy words against your family. You caught yourself going there more often than not, as if you were hypnotized by the man.

Over the course of the months you've been going there, a lot of the members of the rebellion tried to know more about you, to pry into your life and story but you just push them off by saying you’ve been living alone ever since your family abandoned you. Some of the days you don’t even go home knowing that they were following you, so you just sleep at the abandoned mall.

You were quite a mystery in that group, but a good addition none the less, your ideas always turned out to be good and helpful since you’ve known your dad your entire life and the inside knowledge helped, not that they knew it was inside knowledge anyways.

But that didn’t go unnoticed by the leader himself. He was as intrigued as everyone else by you, even his finest men couldn’t find anything about you. You weren’t registered in the country’s births for the year you said you were born or a couple of years before and after. You were a ghost. And Seonghwa wanted to know who you were.

So when you arrived at the meet spot that night and didn’t find anyone you got scared. Were you trickered? Did they find out about your origins? Were you going to be executed?

“Hello? Is anyone here?” You asked, your voice almost echoing in the empty place. “Wooyoung? San? Mingi?” You called for some of the rebels you’ve talked the most but still no one replied. You got up at the improvised stage that usually Seonghwa spoke and started to play as him. “These dirty motherfuckers want nothing but to destroy us. They don’t give a fuck about us the poor. They just want to sell that disgusting powder food of them” you said as you were talking to the rebels. “They are nothing but the scumbag of humanity. They just want money and power. The ruler doesn't even care about his family. Why would he care about us?”

“How do you know he has a family?” The familiar sultry voice scared you, your body turning to the side where the sound came from, finding a relaxed Seonghwa, his arms crossed on top of his chest as his tall figure leaned against one of the pillars that held the place up.

“Don’t you think he has a family?” You asked, trying not to sound too caught up by his presence and his questions. Was he testing you? “After all, when he assumed no one knew that he existed, what stops him from doing the same?”

“You have a point, miss yn” he walked towards you, stopping in front of the stage, arms crossing again. You walked towards him and sat on the edge of the stage, staying almost face to face with him, your feet wiggling in the air. “You are a rare figure, do you know that?”

You tilted your head genuinely curious at the man. “How so?”

“You appeared out of nowhere in our group, you have no family, no place to live and no register in the country’s systems. Who are you?"

“I’m not registered?” That was new to you. But it made sense, your dad wouldn’t risk putting you or your brother in the registers, it would be too easy to track you down. He denied. “So you went after me huh?” You smirked at the man, who simply put his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Are you that interested in me, leader?” He rolled his eyes at your question. .

Was he interested in you? Sure, you were an intriguing being, a lone wolf in this messed up place you called home, smart, smarter than most of his men. Combined. And to say he didn’t find you attractive was a lie. The way you swayed your hips when walking or how your flesh was squeezed whenever you hugged some of the others when celebrating a plan that worked. The way you smiled or laughed at some of the jokes that were cracked to break the ice of the seriousness that they were dealing with. Or how your ass looked so squeezable and spankabe whenever you bend down to grab something. He was indeed interested in you, in both your story and your body.

“I guess I’d be interested in a ghost if I’ve seen one as well” you answered yourself after his silence.

“Are you telling me you’re dead and just a soul wandering around?” You smiled at him, he wasn’t usually playful, always so serious, so seeing him being slightly funny with you made your pride swell and give you a confidence boost.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I'm a mirage. You imagined it all” he chuckled at the way you swayed your arms.

“If you’re a ghost how can I touch you?” He smirked at you, taking two steps closer, but still not touching you.

“Can you, sir?” You challenged him, hands resting on your sides and holding the weight of your upper body, legs slightly open and relaxed on the edge of the wooden stage.

He felt like a winner, you were biting his bait just like he wanted. Little did he know that you knew the game he was playing and you were more than excited to play with him.

Seonghwa took another step, this time staying in between your legs, and gently laid his right hand on your knee. “See? I can definitely touch you” you chuckled.

“That’s what you call touch?” You got yourself up and grabbed both his hands, laying on your thighs. He instinctively squeezed them, making you smirk. “See? Like that is better” your fingertips slowly went up his arms and you could see his hairs shiver with the touch. “Have you touched someone else before?”

“Many times” he answered proudly. Men… always the same. “Have you ever been touched?” You smiled remembering your escapades with your dad’s soldiers. They were dumb but at least did whatever you told them to. You nodded.

Seonghwa finally took his hands out of your thighs and grabbed your waist, squeezing the flesh and bringing you flush against his body. You could feel his semi-hard cock under his pants and wondered if he got even bigger when hard. The thought made you bite your lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man that rubbed your lower lip with his calloused thumb, the tip teasing to enter your mouth for you to suck but never did.

“And have they ever made you cum?” You chuckled at his question.

You leaned over his ear and let a breathe out, tickling his ear before speaking “Bold of you to assume I’d even let someone leave before making me cum at least twice”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Does it sounds like one for you?” you kept looking at each other, the intensity of it making you burn inside, you were sure your wetness was passing through the thin materials of your pants.

His long fingers went under your hoodie, feeling your warm skin shiver with his touch, the tips squeezing the skin, pretty sure the indents of his nails would be a mark for tomorrow. You instinctively sighed at the feeling and his reaction was just to chuckle at your desperation. “Before we start I just need you to tell me one thing” you nodded, eyes never leaving his. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You nodded again. “I need words, princess”

“Yes, I want to” you bit your lip again, consent never felt so hot.

Seonghwa replaced your teeth with his, biting your lower lip before sucking it and starting to kiss you. You expected him to be hushed, to kiss you with desperation but no. He was soft, gentle, kind, it was such a nice contrast to his chapped lips. And a big contrast to how needy you were. His hand kept massaging your skin under your hoodie, squeezing and bringing you even closer to him. Your legs wrapped up on his waist, your core rubbing slightly with the now even bigger tent in his pants. A little whine left your lips as soon as he disconnected your lips to attack your jaw and neck.

“Can you feel it, baby? What you have done to me” he grinded on you and you felt your pussy squeeze on nothing. God, you felt so ridiculously horny for this man. His voice in your ear was like a feather, slightly touching you but still making you shiver from head to toe. If it was sultry normally, now, full of lust, was even more velvety. He kept lowering his kisses and love bites, marking your neck and chest, you definitely would have a hard time hiding it from your parents. Not that they even cared. But a little care never killed anyone.

Seonghwa stopped his ministrations and moved away from you a little so he could grab the hem of your hoodie and pull off of you, leaving your bare breats exposed to him. If once you had any ounce of self-doubt or shame it went out of the window with the way he growled before attacking one your breasts, kissing it, sucking it, biting it. His teeth grazing your niple and biting a bit harder so he could pull a little before letting it go, the stinging sensation only adding to your experience as you threw your head back and let a low moan leave your lips.

He stopped his ministrations on your chest so he could pull your face close to his again, foreheads touching and eyes staring at each other “I wanna hear you moan, I don’t want you holding your sounds like you did just now” he bit your ear, making you shiver before adding “I want everyone that passes through here to be able to know that I’m fucking you good” you nodded, eyes meeting again. “Such a good girl you are, aren’t you?” you eagerly nodded again.

You’re never the one to submit, always used to boss around the men you’d fuck, making them beg for you to touch them and making them eat you out until you came. But Seonghwa was different, there was something about him that made you a puppy around him, eager to do what he says, to be and do good for him, to impress him, make him like you. It could be your daddy issues speaking louder but you couldn’t care less, all you wanted was for this man to destroy you.

He stroked your hair, hand slowly sliding to your neck, holding it on the sides without applying any pressure. “So why don’t you be a good girl for me and get on your kness?” you could feel like a cold snake going down your body, taking shivers wherever it touched with the way he talked to you. You left the stage and kneeled in front of him, his tall figure hovering over you and you couldn’t feel smaller. He ran the tip of his fingers on your face and hair and you closes your eyes enjoying the touch. “Now put that smart mouth of yours to some use, eh? Suck me” you were dazed, your body reacting by instinct as you pulled his pants and underwear together, his penis finally getting free of the confiments of the fabric and hanging hard in front of you.

Never in your right state of mind you’d think a dick was pretty, but Seonghwa’s was a sight to be seen. He was on the bigger size and it was thick. You saliveted imagining his girth splitting you open when he fucked you and your legs stinctively rubbed together and you could hear a little chuckle that came out of the man’s mouth when you did. You finally grabbed the member in your hands, excited with how big it looked in your hands, and took a squeeze. You licked his slit, the salty tasty of his precum touching your tongue before your started licking it’s sides slowly trying to wet the length. While one your hands stood on its base, holding a bit tight, the other went to massage his balls as you kept licking it stroke by stroke like a popsicle. Seonghwa grabbed a handful of your hair and guided your mouth to finally suck him, which you gladly did. You started to bob your head, each time trying to fit more in your mouth. When the tip hit the back of your throat it was the first time he moaned a bit louder, grabbing your head again and looking down at you, that looked up with the most innocent eyes you could convey.

“I really wanna fuck your mouth, princess” you nodded, holding his tights and looking at him one more time as a confirmation. He grabbed your head by your hair, holding you im place before starting to move his hips slowly, but as soon as he heard the filthy sounds of your mouth on his dick and the spit falling to the sides of it he lost and started to fuck your mouth fully. You tried to breathe through the nose your mouth was too busy gagging on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. “Fuck! You’re so hot like this” he managed to say through his grunts, right hand caressing your face softly as he cleaned the tears that started to fall. “Just a little bit more, princess. I wanna cum in your mouth and I wanna see you swallow it all like a good girl” you nodded freneticaly, holowing your cheeks a bit more as he kept using your mouth like his personal fleshlight.

As his grunts and moans and whispers of princess started to fall more repeatedly from his mouth you could feel your pussy starting to pulse as well, his moans were so hot and you were the one causing them, you couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by the ego boost. Not only that, but anyone could walk at any minute and see you devouring his cock. With a few more thrusts Seonghwa finally came in your mouth, a bit of his semen falling out of your mouth and landing on your chest. You swallowed the thick liquid and showed your empty mouth to him proudly. “Such a good girl for me. If you keep like that I might reward you” you smiled at him, eyes hazy from pleasure.

He pulled you on your feet and started to lick his own mess on your boobs. “Fuck, Hwa” you managed to moan. The scene alone was too hot for you, he was cleaning his own cum and your spit from your chest. He was filthy. In all the good ways.

The man got on his knees and took the rest of clothes you had, his hands squeezing the skin of your legs and going up to your mons pubis, caressing the soft skin and eye-fucking you. “Now here’s how we gonna do, you’re gonna rest your back on the edge of the stage, open your legs and put one of them on my shoulder” you did as he told you to, anticipating what was about to come. He smirked at you before without any warning or preparation attack your clit with licks. You almost fell from the sensation but your leg on his shoulder held you in place. His mouth kept working wonders on you, from his thick lips sucking you, to his long tongue licking you up and down, spreading his saliva and your wetness all over your vulva. Your hands held the edge of the wooden stage, knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding not to fall. “You taste heavenly, yn. I could eat you out all day” you don’t know how he managed to speak but you were too turned on to care, the coil in your stomach starting to grow as he kept his ministrations. “Now I understand why the men gave you at least two orgasms, I could give you so much more just by tasting this delicious pussy of yours” his hoarse voice mixed with his dirty words made you moan louder, one of the hands finally leaving the stage to hold on his hair, pushing him closer to your core.

He started to enter the tip on his tongue inside your vagina and you lost, finally coming without a warning on his face, moaning his name like a prayer but he didn’t stopped. He moved his tongue to your clit again and finally inserted two fingers inside you. You lost your balance almost falling on top of him with the sudden intrusion added to your sensitivity post orgasm. “Se.. Seonghwa… More, please”

“More what, princess? Tell me what you need” the vibrations of his words on your clit and the rapid pace of his fingers send you over the edge instantly, your second orgasm threatening to explode.

“Dick.. I need your dick, please” your head hung back as he darkly chuckled and started going faster with his fingers. Your mouth opened but almost no sound left, you were already completely fucked out and he had even fucked you properly yet.

“Cum again for me, baby. Cum again and then I’ll give you my cock” you nodded rapidly, a string of ‘please’ leaving your lips as he added a third finger and you finally came again, this time stronger, your legs finally giving out on his shoulders but thankfully he was there to hold you. He gently placed you on top of the stage, getting inbetween your legs and wiping the sweat out of your forehead. “Are you sure you still can take my cock, princess? You seem tired already” you denied with your head, hands circling around his neck as you kissed him.

The kiss was once again calm and gentle, like your mouths were meeting each other again after many years and cherishing the sensations of the other. You sighed against his lips and brought your body closer to his, chest flushed against each other and warmth irradiating from both bodies. He deepened the kiss, invading your mouth with his tongue as his arms held you flush in your place by your lower back. You two made out hapilly for a while until your bodies started to grow impacient and horny again.

Without separating your mouths, he guided the tip of his member into you, slowly entering your vagina. You moaned against his mouth, face scrunching with the sudden intrusion. You were right, his girth was gonna rip you. The man didn’t say a word, but you could see by his smirk that he was feeling himself with the way you almost didn’t take his cock, stretching you open just for him to ruin you for the next men that even though of getting near you. Not that just his mouth alone hadn’t done the job.

When he felt your walls pulsating around him, he started to move slowly, being careful to not going too fast to quickly otherwise he wouldn’t last long just by the way you were squeezing him inside you. “Breath deeply, princess. Look at you, taking my cock so well” you nodded, fingers holding his shoulders. “Are you cock drunk already? I barely fucked you and you are already cock drunk for me?” you nodded again, a whine leaving your lips as he started to quicken his pace a little. “I want you to remember today, baby. I want you to remember my cock everytime you’re going to fuck those stupid men again”

“Hwa…” you moaned, head hanging low and resting on his shoulders. “I want you, only you to fuck me, please…” you choked on a moan as he sudenly started to piston inside you, his arms holding your legs open even wider, the lewd noise of skin slapping echoing through the empty room as he fucked you into oblivion. “I’m… close…”

“I can feel it, princess, me too, cum for me so I can fill you up” you threw yourself back, lower body falling almost with a thud and arched your back. With a few more thrust and dirty words by the man, you came undone on his cock, almost no sound coming out of your mouth as he kept fucking you even faster before stopping by a halt and letting his seed paint your walls.

His body fell on top of yours, his weight comfortably reminding you that you were alive and everything was real. The following silence making you feel comforted, at home, like you never felt before. Not even at the meetings. Maybe it was the warmth of his cum and softening cock inside you, but you never felt so full, physically and emotionally. And that scared you.

After a few more minutes of you both getting your energy back, he finally came out of you, a whine leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness and wave of cold air that hit your body. He grabbed a cloth from God knows where and cleaned yours and his mess, before handing your clothes for you to put back. Even with jelly legs you managed to finish the task.

He pushed you against his chest by your lower back, a smirk on his lips before he spoke “I hope that from now on you don’t fuck that stupid soldiers of your father again”.

“I won- Wait what?” you blinked at your scared expression, like a deer caught in headlight. “You always knew?” he nodded. “I…”

“What? You thought we were too dumb to know that? You came out of nowhere, no registration, clothes made with fabric that nobody under here has access, always glowy and healthy”

“So why didn’t you guys killed me?” you asked genuinely dumbstruck. So all his talk about you being intriguing was a lie? The sex was a lie too?

“Because you are much more worthy alive than dead, at least for us”

“So you were using me this whole time?” he nodded.

“Yes but not so much” you tilted your head in confusion. “You see, we dind’t know who or what you were until your first plan, your informations were very valuable to us, but until that day, you were just another rebelion” you looked at your feet, not knowing how to feel after all. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with the tip of his fingers, making you look at him. “Might I ask why you decided to rebel against your father?”

“He’s not my father, at least he doesn’t consider me his daughter and don’t consider him my father, I’m a woman, I can’t rule after him” you sighed and kept going. “Not that I want anyways, I hate this place and I hate this system, I wanna know the world, I wanna know different places, different people, I want to leave this country that lives like we are stuck eternally in the past. I hate my grandfather for doing this and hate my dad even more for still doing this. Those selfish bastards. I hope they rot in-” he cut your rant with a kiss and just then you realized how angry, sad and desperate you were, tears spilling down your cheeks as you finally allowed yourself to be weak and vulnerable. He held your face between his hands and looked into your eyes, foreheads touching each other.

“Let’s make a deal, you, me and the rest of the group are gonna dethrone your father with your help from the inside and when that happens, I’ll take you to meet the world, ok?” you nodded. “But you gotta promise one thing first”

“What?”

“Just fuck me from now on”

“Oh that it’s a promise I am more than glad to keep”.

This is a piece of fiction. The descriptions and actions of the people involved do not reflect the reality.

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