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jazzthatonewriterchick · 11 months

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Peace & Quiet (poly!SatoSugu x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“How's this for relaxation, hm?” he teases. “Just what you needed, right?”

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you realize peace and quiet aren’t ideal with your two noisy ass (yet extremely attractive) coworkers renting out the same Airbnb as you while visiting the hot springs on a business trip. But lucky for you, they know another way to help you relax.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Black-coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Marijuana Use; Truth or Dare; Skinny Dipping; Coworkers to Lovers; Poly Romance; Exhibitionism; Mutual Oral; Cum Eating; Dirty Talk; Spanking; Spitting; Facefucking; Unprotected PIV Sex; Mild Degradation; Clit Play; Spitroast; Creampie; Throatpie; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: In honor of JJK S2 dropping next week, I decided to give my favorite idiot duo some love. And if I'm not uploading as regularly it's cuz I'm on a cruise lol. Enjoy! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

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You audibly sigh as you sink further into the deep depths of the comfortable, heated water.

Nothing but the sound of bubbling water and chirping birds fills the summer air around you. The shaded trees hanging above you allow you shade from the summer sun’s rays peeking through the green leaves, making the warm water feel even better when it isn’t below the bright rays of the sun.

You loop your arms over a nearby rock and lie your head against the wet surface. ‘Paradise,’ you think with a content smile.

You’ll have to thank your company again for picking such a great spot for your Airbnb. It isn’t that close to the new city you’re in, but close enough that the drive there isn’t exhausting. It’s pretty quiet and the trees surrounding the area allow you just enough privacy to tan naked if you wanted to. But you’d die before you’d do something like that.

You still can’t believe you were picked for such an amazing opportunity! You’ve always wanted to go on a business trip for your job ever since they started doing raffles. You’ve been working with your company, one of the largest corporate tech companies in Japan, for five years now, so you hoped that your boss would see your skills and work ethic to allow you the responsibility to travel.

Really, it was mostly because you were desperate to get out of your home for a while, whether it was a local trip or one overseas. You’ve heard of trips in the U.S. and some in the U.K. and only dreamed of traveling there. When your boss announced to you a month ago that you were chosen for the business trip to a local career convention for the next four days, you were ecstatic. You immediately began packing as soon as you got home.

Your boss and his team wanted to ensure that you were absolutely and completely comfortable during your stay for the remainder of your business trip. They paid for everything: the Airbnb you’ll be staying in for the next three days; the train ticket; the food stocked up in the freezer and fridge; and the prepaid Visa card loaded with $550 that will allow you to buy whatever you wish and not have to constantly put your own money down.

So far, you were living. The schedule you currently had consisted of trips to the convention center in the city from 11 PM to 3 PM to talk to potential buyers, clients, and hires about the company. After 3 PM, you were free to do whatever you wanted. Not to mention you’re being paid $35 an hour, even for the hours you weren’t working! You couldn’t have asked for a better trip. You hit the fucking jackpot.

“Yo, Geto!” a familiar voice annoyingly yells from inside the house. “Where’d the fuck you put my shorts? I told you don’t move my shit!”

You heavily sigh, annoyed. Well, you almost hit the jackpot. Take away the two inside that you’re forced to work with this week and you would’ve been perfect. “I told you, I don’t have your fuckin’ shorts, Gojo,” another voice, deeper than the other, growled. “Try lookin’ outside. You might’ve hung ‘em up.”

“Oh, no,” you groan, wishing neither one of them would come outside and ruin your “me time”. You haven’t had much time to yourself since you got here since you’ve been preparing for presentations at the convention fair and sitting in on meetings with your boss wanting to check up on you. Plus, with them constantly wandering throughout the house, you’ve been less comfortable exploring the Airbnb.

Just your luck, both of them come waltzing out of the sliding door that leads to the backyard and the home’s personal hot springs where you currently sit. “I told you they’re not– oh, look, Geto! She finally decided to grace us with her presence.”

Gojo’s teasing pisses you off for some reason, but you refuse to give in and look at him. It isn’t worth it. They aren’t worth it. “C’mon, ‘Toru, leave her alone,” Geto grumbles. “You can clearly see she’s relaxing.”

“And I can hear you,” you sharply reply. “You two aren’t very discreet. Or quiet.” You slowly open your eyes to regard your two coworkers, but you instantly regret it. Though they are both extremely annoying with their loud mouths and disregard for relaxation time, what makes them even more annoying is how fucking fine they are.

First, there’s Gojo Satoru. Cocky, arrogant, and too easy-going for your liking. He is incredibly smart to have gotten the job he does (he’s in a department much higher than yours), but he barely does his work and takes lunch breaks way longer than he’s supposed to, which he also tries to get you to go on. He’s also a huge flirt. It gets annoying watching him flirt with every single girl that walks into your department from your cubicle, his charm coming off dickish to you. The guy is a slut! He knows exactly how to get a woman with his silver hair, Colgate smile, and intense blue eyes.

And then there’s Geto Suguru. He is the complete opposite of Gojo, but he is equally as arrogant and annoying. Though you’ve never seen him flirt in front of you, he comes off as a know-it-all during meetings and like he’s much better than everyone, including the higher-ups. He is just as handsome as Gojo with his long, black locks that he often wears in buns and ponytails, strong jaw, and deep, black eyes.

You’ve had the displeasure of sitting with both Gojo and Geto during meetings and working with them on a few projects throughout the years but with other people. This is the first time you’ve been assigned to work with them one-on-two. Not to mention being in the same space as them for longer than a day.

The first day you came here was manageable since you sat in a different seat than them on the train and most of the day was spent at the convention center. The night it was over, you made a beeline for your bedroom and never came back out. It was good that you did too because those two are so fucking loud. If it wasn’t them arguing, it was them playing music. If it wasn’t music, it was the TV playing too loud.

You know you can’t spend the rest of the trip like that. But them being so damn hot doesn’t make your situation any better. They’re both tall, standing at six foot something, and have their own set of muscles. While Gojo is a bit slimmer and sinewy with muscle, Geto is much thicker in terms of body mass and muscle with broad shoulders and a six-pack you could bake cookies on.

The truth is that you’re very attractive to them. How could you not be? You just adore big men! And everything about them is big to you: big hands, big feet, big everything. You’ve had to force yourself to look away from their crotches many times when you’ve caught them in their tight-ass work slacks. Even at your height in heels, they stand a head taller than you which intensely turns you on.

But you’ll never tell them that or even allude to it. You’ve watched many of your female coworkers flirt with them, give them their cake, and then get shot down later. You don’t need that kind of distraction or drama in your life. You made a vow to yourself to stay away from dating and fucking coworkers. ‘Just stick to your work,’ you’ve told yourself. ‘Just stick to your goals.’

No matter how much Gojo’s laugh makes your heart pound. No matter how badly you want to feel Geto’s big arms wrapped around you. No matter how much you want to feel their hands and lips all over your body. You can’t do it. You have too much to lose fooling around with men like them.

“Sorry to bother you,” Geto says, actually sounding sorry about it, “but Gojo just left his shorts and he won’t shut up about ‘em.” He looks mildly annoyed while Gojo is panicking. “Have you seen ‘em?” he urgently asks. “They’re Calvin Klein? Red?”

“Haven’t seen ‘em,” you deadpan, “but there is a washer machine in the basement. Maybe you left ‘em there.” Gojo whines, running his hands down his face. “They’re the only good ones I bought! The other pair is too tight on me.” You make a noise of disgust, pushing away the thought of Gojo in some tight-ass swim trunks, the outline of his bulge on display. “I didn’t need to know that.”

Geto hides a laugh while Gojo gives you a glare. “Oh, so sorry,” he mockingly says. “What are you doin’ out and about anyway? You were in your room all day before when we weren’t working.”

You glare back at him, not at all liking his tone. And mostly, because he’s right: as soon as you were done at the fair, you hid in your room, unpacked, and chowed down on the complementary snacks and wine stored in your room all afternoon. When the evening finally came, you snuck downstairs into the kitchen while Gojo and Geto played pool in the basement and grabbed yourself a slice of the pizza they ordered earlier that day, and the snacks and water bottles stored in the fridge.

“That’s none of your business,” you curtly say to him, “but I was tired. My bed was too comfortable to leave.” Gojo hums in agreement. “I feel that,” he sighs. “Whoever decided to put that mattress in my room needs either get their dick sucked or their pussy eaten.” You scoff in disgust to yourself, shaking your head at his brazenness. “By you?” Ghetto asks, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

“With the right amount of whiskey is me, sure!” Gojo laughs, wiggling his silver eyebrows at him. Geto shoves him hard, earning another goofy laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” he scoffs before turning back to you still in the heated water. “Look, we’ll leave you alone so you can enjoy yourself. Gojo was supposed to help me cook dinner like he was promised he would last night.” He side-eyes his friend. “That’s why I had to order pizza.”

“I told you I was unpacking!” Gojo argues, but Geto’s fixed stare never fades. You attempt to not laugh by biting your lip, humored by their dynamic. Gojo is like the chaotic younger brother while Geto reminds you of a more dignified and mature older brother.

“Fine,” Gojo groans, craning his neck back, “but you’d better help me find these shorts. And I’m not cuttin’ no vegetables either.”

He purposely bumps Geto’s hip as he walks back into the house, keeping the sliding door open as he does. Geto turns to you, his facial expression unreadable and slightly offputting due to the fact that you can’t identify it. Why does he have to be so goddamn mysterious? “Enjoy yourself,” he says before disappearing back inside the house, shutting the door behind him.

“Thanks,” you quietly say to yourself. You are now finally left alone to your own devices, which is what you wanted all along…right?

When the sound of chirping birds and rustling trees comes back to you, you decide that yes, you do want this. A few minutes after taking a long soak, you grow tired of the water and are in need of some sun. You pull yourself out of the hot springs and swipe your bikini off of the lounge chair sitting by the brink where you have your tote bag.

Making sure the guys aren’t around, you change and lay a towel out on the chair before settling down, lying back, and laying your sunglasses on your eyes. Then you reach for your MacBook Air and balance it on your knees, proceeding to get some work done in time for tomorrow. You also take a few sips of the wine you poured for yourself earlier until the entire glass is empty.

Your productivity doesn’t last for long. The sounds of nature are so peaceful and pretty and the wine is so strong that you find yourself drifting off to sleep. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, your laptop still in your lap. The sun warms your face and the water continues to bubble, serving as some amazing ambiance for you.

It is a short nap, however; one that you’re not too happy about. You are rudely awakened half an hour later by the music blasting from inside the house, the bass jumping and pounding in your ears. Irritation flares within you as you sit up, tearing the sunglasses off your face.

‘These two,’ you think, annoyed and angered. These emotions only increase when you hear Gojo’s shrill laughter over the music. Don’t they have any kind of sense or respect?

“Oh, my Gooood!” you growl, your frustration reaching astronomical heights. You toss your laptop off of you and into the seat as you get up and storm over to the house. You pound on the glass door with your hand before yanking it open, the music nearly destroying your eardrums. “Would you turn that fuckin’ shit down?!” you holler into the living room. “I’m tryin’ to fuckin’ sleep here! Goddamn!”

You’re so angry that you don’t even see Gojo and Geto’s shocked expressions as they crouch near the stereo near the TV, trying in vain to fix the volume. Before they can say anything, you slam the door shut and storm back over to your chair where you dig into your bag for your earbuds. Once you find them, you shove them in your ears, turn up the Jhene Aiko song you had paused from the train ride, and desperately try to get your sleep back.

Surprisingly enough, you do, but only because the music coming from the house is successfully cut off. You don’t realize it though because you’re knocked out. When Gojo finds you, you’re sprawled out on the lounge chair in your white bikini, mouth open and shades on. You don’t realize what he’s doing to you until you feel his hand brush your leg.

You startle awake, finding him standing above you like a handsome eclipse. You flinch at his touch, alarmed and confused. “W-What are you–”

“Relax, princess,” he chuckles. “I was just puttin’ this on you so you weren’t layin’ here in your bikini.” He nods down at the towel he placed on your body. “You never know what kind of animals or creeps are sneakin’ around here.”

He juts his chin towards the trees and brush that stretch for miles, giving way to nothing but wilderness. You realize now that you fell asleep in your bikini, completely exposed to anyone…including your coworkers. “Geto is finished dinner,” Gojo says, ignorant to your utter embarrassment as you clutch the towel to your body. “We got steak, steamed vegetables, and brown rice if you want some.”

He is shrouded in darkness, similar to the trees surrounding you as the sun sets on the summer day. The heat has subsided somewhat but the sticky humidity is still in the air. The sky above is painted with twilight and cotton candy clouds that stretch across the blue canvas. How long have you been asleep?

You are speechless, just staring at Gojo and wondering what the hell is happening. “T-That’s okay,” you softly stammer. “I’m gonna eat a little later.” He shrugs, stretching his muscled arms over his head. “Suit yourself. By the way, sorry about the music.”

You continue to stare up at him blankly. “Huh?” you dumbly ask, your mind still hazy from your nap.

He snickers at you, making you flush even more. “The music from earlier,” he clarifies. “We tried turnin’ it down, but the stereo broke. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound that mad…or be that loud.”

He adverts his eyes from yours as if he’s ashamed to look at you. It confuses you. Does he feel bad or something? While he certainly should because he ruined your relaxation time, you can’t help but feel a strange tug in your stomach at the sight of his eyes–so downtrodden and void of that usual glint in them.

“Anyway!” he exclaims, putting on a smile. “I’ll tell Geto to save you a plate.” He leaves you sitting there before you can say even say anything. Once he’s gone, you sit back in your chair and bring the towel up to your chin.

“Dammit,” you sigh, feeling guilt twist in your gut. Maybe you were a little too harsh earlier. After all, you were drinking and that heavily influences your behavior. You know you’ve been standoffish and cold to both of your coworkers this entire trip, and yet despite that, Gojo still came out to make sure you were okay and Geto still fixed you a plate. Maybe you could give some of that kindness back.

After swallowing your pride, you wrap yourself in the towel to cover your body, gather your things into your bag, and venture into the house to find your coworkers. As soon as you hear Gojo’s big ass mouth, you find them in the beautifully-decorated kitchen with its black granite counters and hardwood floors.

Geto stands at the stove with his back to you, his muscles flexing beneath his black tee, while Gojo sits at the kitchen island chomping down on his steak in his Crocs and white crop top that exposes his hard abs. You do your best to ignore the butterflies swarming in your stomach at the sight of them.

“Hey,” you call from the threshold of the kitchen. They instantly stop what they’re doing to look at you, looking almost shocked that you’re standing in front of them. Nervously, you fiddle with the strap to your bag. “Um…the water is really nice if you two wanna go in. I’m finished and just doin’ work if you want any room.”

Gojo practically drops his fork. “Hot springs just for us?” he excitedly says. “Fuck yes! I’ve been waiting to get a taste of this.” Geto turns and leans against the edge of the counter, revealing the apron he’s wearing. It only makes him sexier to you. “Same here. I was so exhausted after yesterday that I never got a chance to. I was hopin’ to get some time today since the fair was so early this morning.”

“Now I really have to look for these shorts,” Gojo announces before jumping out of his seat and zooming past you for the stairs. You watch him, quietly giggling to yourself. When you turn back to Geto, he’s already staring at you. “So you’re okay with us bein’ out there with you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

The question perplexes you. “Why wouldn’t I be?” you ask, confused. He crosses his big arms over his broad chest, making your throat go dry. “Well, you just act like you don’t wanna be bothered by us. I mean, don’t get it twisted: I like alone time, too, especially in a place like this.” His words make the guilt churning in your stomach even worse. Have you been making them feel like this the entire time you’ve been here?

‘Well, of course, stupid!’ your subconscious screams at you. ‘You barely talk to them or hang out with them, even when they’re in the same room as you! What did you expect?’

You would’ve thought that them taking a hint would make you feel accomplished, but all it does is make you feel weird. And not in a good way. Realizing you’ve been silent for too long, you scramble to answer Geto. “I was gonna go to my room to make a call,” you lie. “And it’s not that I don’t wanna be bothered by you guys, but…”

Your brain does mental gymnastics trying to find a logical explanation for your behavior towards them: ‘Because I’m introverted’? ‘Because I’m shy’? ‘Because I’m sexually attracted to you both and being around you makes me wanna tear off your clothes and shove your dicks in my face?’

Gojo’s hard footsteps coming tumbling down the steps again, so hard that the hardwood steps creak. “I found my shorts!” he happily announces, presenting his red swim trunks to you and Geto. At the sight of you standing in the kitchen, his smile fades. “Uh…am I interrupting somethin’?”

Geto glances at you before looking back at his clueless friend. “Nah,” he immediately replies. “We were just talkin’ about the water. Supposedly, its minerals strip you of all the dirt in your pores.” He walks across the threshold of the kitchen to walk past you, giving you a whiff of his cologne and the spicy scent of cinnamon. It makes you clench your thighs together.

As he walks up to Geto, he gives him a smirk. “You could use a dip,” he chuckles before running out to the hot springs with Gojo right behind him, calling him all kinds of bitches and hoes. Being left alone in the house allows you to breathe and you lean against the kitchen wall, calming your pounding heart. ‘Why do they have to be so goddamn fine?’ you think in anguish.

Once you compose yourself, you take the plate Geto wrapped in foil from the stove and slink into your bedroom to eat. The food is orgasm-worthy, to say the least. The steak is the right amount of juicy and tender to your liking, the vegetables are crisp, and the rice is warm and hearty.

Geto is an incredible cook. And he’s incredibly sweet. What gets you is the fact that he saved a plate for you despite you not sparing him so much as a glance for the past two days you’ve been here. Neither one of your coworkers is half bad, you realize when you finish your dinner. Though they’re loud and chaotic, they’re also very sweet and personable.

It is this fact that gives you the courage to swallow your pride and return to the hot springs when you hear Gojo and Geto chatting and splashing about outside your window. You make sure your towel is wrapped tight around your body before you take a deep breath and venture back downstairs to the backyard.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the sheer sexiness that is currently occupying the hot springs in the set of two. All you see are pecs, abs, and muscles on muscles along with a few scatterings of tattoos on tanned skin dripping with water. Gojo has a few tattoos you can see on his collarbone, neck, and lower hipbone while Geto only has one–a large, red dragon on his back that curls over his shoulder blades.

With the way the steam rises from the water to surround your coworkers, it reminds you of a raunchy romance book cover that you see in airports and grocery stores. You’re already considering this to be a bad idea with how reactive your body is to them–your heartbeat begins to accelerate; your body temperature rises; your pussy jumps excitedly.

But it’s too late to turn around and go inside when Gojo notices you standing there, a glass of wine in his hand. “Oh, and she returns!” he teases, his crystal blue eyes peering up at you from over the steam. “To what do we owe the pleasure, Your Majesty?” Geto, settled on the rocks with his big feet in the water, rolls his eyes. “Ignore him. You want a puff?” You then notice the blunt settled between his thumb and forefinger.

You shake your head as you slowly walk around the pool of water to the other side, as far away from them as possible. “I’m good,” you softly decline. Gojo gives you a smirk as he sips his wine. “Why? Too scared?” Geto splashes water at him with his foot. “‘Tarou,” he criticizes, “don’t be a dick.” You don’t let Geto’s teasing bother you though, simply smirking at him as you settle down on a rock. “I don’t really smoke like that. Plus, isn’t smoking prohibited here?” You slide down to stick your feet in, sighing at the warm water caressing your feet.

Gojo snickers at you, giving you a mischievous wink. “Only in the house, according to the rulebook, but they’ll never know we smoked out here.” With that said, he wanders farther into the water, softly moaning at the feeling. The sound makes your stomach flip. “Ah, shit, that feels good,” he sighs as he leans back against a nearby rock, his eyes fluttering closed. You can’t help but notice how long his lashes are.

Geto does the same, sliding down the rocks and keeping his arm up to spare his blunt. Once the water hits his body, he lets out a deep moan that lights a fire in you too. “Mmm, it sure does,” he sighs. Noticing you from across the way, he smirks at you. “You sure you don’t wanna join us? The pool is big enough for another person if you want another dip.”

The sound of another dip in the warm water sounds heavenly, especially with the ache you feel in your neck. But you shake your head, already coming up with a good excuse that doesn’t involve jumping their bones. “I got my dip already, thanks. If I get in again, I’ll fall asleep and I need to check these emails for–”

Gojo cuts you off with a groan. “That’s all you ever fuckin’ do is work!” he whines, scowling at you from across the way. You scoff, rolling your eyes at the man-child. “Not true,” you argue. “I have a life outside of work, thank you very much.” You turn away to look at the swaying trees, ignoring the flush Gojo’s scoff causes you. “Shit, you could’ve fooled me.”

Geto chuckles to himself, making you gap at him. “You think so too?” you ask, shocked. The long-haired man shrugs, puffing on his blunt. “It’s just weird to see you not behind a desk,” he chortles. He cocks his head to the side, his eyes intense. “Actually, I think this is the first time I’ve actually seen you out of your work fits, now that I think about it.”

You cross your legs in the water, paranoid that he can see up your towel. “It’s a nice change though. You could use some relaxation.” You raise both brows at his gull. “Me?” you parrot incredulously. “I could use it?”

“You think nobody notices how tense you are?” Geto asks, humored. “With the way the boss works you out, I’m shocked you haven’t had a breakdown yet. Everybody talks about how good you are though.” You don’t know if he’s lying but his words make you blush regardless. "Yeah, you know your shit,” Gojo agrees, pouring himself more expensive wine. “It’s a shame you’re so uptight though.”

You gape at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Did he just…?

“I am not uptight,” you scoff, offended. “It’s not my fault I give a shit about my work and my reputation around the office.” You purse your lips at the white-haired man, judging him with your eyes. “You date much?”

You don’t know if it’s the steam creating the illusion but you believe you see Gojo blush. “She’s got you there, man,” Geto chuckles, puffing on his blunt. Gojo gives him the finger before turning back to him. “First of all, I can’t help it if my coworkers find me attractive. And second of all…are you okay?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, why?” Gojo cocks his head to the side, looking worried. “You’ve been rubbing your neck for the past five minutes. What, you thought we didn’t notice?”

You now realize that you’ve been, in fact, rubbing the back of your neck. You didn’t even realize it. Quickly, you snatch your hand away. “It’s just a crick. I’m fine.” You crane your neck back in an attempt to ease the ache but that only makes it worse and you bite back a whimper of pain.

“You’re definitely not fine,” Geto replies, sounding concerned. Seeing both their eyes enveloped in concern for you makes you want to hide away. “You’re the frontman for our company!” Gojo exclaims. “You think I can stand there and talk to people?” You quirk a smile at him, deciding to be witty even when you’re in discomfort. “If you tried.”

Gojo crookedly smiles at you, making your stomach flip-flop. Goddammit. “Get in the water, Y/N,” Geto firmly says, putting his blunt up on an ashtray near the rocks. “C’mon, we don’t bite.” He, too, gives you a crooked smile that has you thinking less than holy things. “Unless you want us to,” Gojo adds, suggestively raising his brows at you.

You know that this is a very bad idea. The fact that you can’t foresee what could happen if you decide to take up their offer and soak with them is one that rubs you the wrong way. How can you be so sure that things won’t take a wrong turn if you do this?

But seeing the way your coworkers are looking at you, so worried despite being semi-naked and wet, is making you want to throw caution to the wind and say ‘fuck it’. Finally, after assessing your options, you decide. “Whatever,” you huff passively, “but only until my neck stops hurting.”

You don’t look at them as you gently climb down the rock so you don’t see the look Gojo and Geto share, calling BS on your comment. When you slide down into the water, your body immediately responds positively to the hot, bubbling water. The ache in your neck is immediately eased as are your tired muscles. “Mmm, wow,” you groan.

“Right?” Gojo chuckles in agreement, taking an empty glass from beside the wine bottle. “It feels much better at this time of day, don’t it? You want a glass?” You know you shouldn’t take the glass from him but the wine just looks too crisp and cold to refuse. And it is crisp and cold, and has hints of fresh fruit, when you take a sip. Then you are taking three, then four, then five.

Before you know it, you are gravitating faaaaar away from your original spot at the end of the hot springs pool until you’re about arm’s length away from both Gojo and Geto. The wine works quickly, making you feel warm and bold. Bold enough to side-eye the blunt that is settled in Gojo’s fingers now as smoke puffs from between his pink lips. “Actually, pass that over here,” you say before you can stop yourself. But you’re here to relax, right? Might as well do it right.

Gojo and Geto share a look of shock. “I thought you said you don’t smoke like that,” Geto says, a humorous smirk on his face as Gojo passes you the blunt.

You carefully take it between your forefinger and thumb. “I don’t, but this is the first business trip I’ve had. Might as well celebrate.” You take a short puff, letting the smoke fill your lungs, before exhaling, the tickle in your throat making you cough.

Gojo laughs as you cough and you flip him off. “Oooh, I like this side of you,” he teases. “Not that your princess-y attitude isn’t a turn-on either though.” You take another puff before passing the blunt back to Gojo.

“So you think I’m stuck up?” you ask, cocking your head to the side. Gojo shares a nervous look with Geto who just shrugs. “Not…entirely,” he carefully replies.

You gap at him, gobsmacked. So it’s true! “We’ve just never seen you really talk to anyone before, including us!” he quickly adds. “You should hear what others say about you.”

Though you don’t want to know, you hate how you care. Especially how much of that has influenced these two and their thoughts of you. “I’m not stuck up just because I don’t date coworkers,” you scoff indignantly. "I just don’t need that type of drama, especially from you two.”

Geto raises an eyebrow, not looking irked but more curious at your jab. “What does that mean?” he asks. You don’t know if it’s the weed or the wine starting to talk, but it’s fucking screaming with every bold word you utter. “It means I’ve heard a bit about you two from the women around the office. You both get around.”

The two look at each other and begin to laugh, making your body flush hot in the water. “Hey, if the opportunity comes to have some fun, I’m gonna take it,” Gojo chuckles, flashing you a white-toothed smile. “And for the record, I’ve dated coworkers that weren’t just hookups but real, genuine relationships.”

Geto nods as he passes his white-haired friend the blunt. “Same here. But you can’t stop two people from findin’ each other attractive or one not deciding to embark on a romantic relationship. Sex is just sex for some.”

You avert your gaze, not sure if you should even respond or allow yourself to partake in this convo. How’d you even get here? Geto takes your silence for a different perspective though. “You don’t agree?” he asks as he sips his wine, his pink lips now wet from the liquid in his glass. You quickly snap your eyes back up to his face. “It’s not that I don’t, but you’d might as well not date coworkers at all if all you’re lookin’ for is casual sex.”

“So you’ve never dated anyone at work before?” Geto asks, sounding shocked, smoke billowing from his lips. “Not even before workin’ for this company?” He passes you the blunt again, but you’re not sure if you should hit again. You’re already feeling light and slightly dazed from it. “No,” you answer truthfully. “That just…isn’t me. I’m way more focused on my work.”

You pass the blunt back to Gojo who passes it to Geto. “Then you need to get unfocused and relax yourself,” he encourages, smiling crookedly at you. “And I know a perfect way that isn’t just with weed. Who’s up for a game of truth or dare?” He gives you reach a mischievous smile, a gleam in his eye.

Geto stares at him in disbelief. “What are we, twelve?” he scoffs. Gojo glares at him, splashing water at him. “If you don’t wanna play, you don’t have to, dickhead,” he scoffs. “Y/N and I will happily play a game and leave you out of it. Won’t we, Y/N?”

You don’t know what it is that makes you give in. Perhaps it is the warmth of the water or the wine or the soft, almost pleading look in Geto and Gojo’s eyes trying to get you to chill. But defeatedly you do. “Fuck it,” you sigh, throwing all caution to the wind. “Let’s play a round.”

Surprisingly, your agreement influences Geto too as he places his blunt up on the ashtray. “Whatever; I guess I’ll play, too.” He leans back against a large rock, tossing one big arm over it, giving you a good look at the water cascading down his broad chest.

Geto claps excitedly. “Now it’s a party!” he excitedly cheers. “We’ll start with me and then go around. So, Geto, truth or dare?” Geto's dark eyes cut over to you through the steam rising from the water, making your heart leap. “Dare.” The white-haired hottie turns to give you a mischievous smirk. “I dare you to do one lap around this pool naked.” You and Geto blink at him dumbly. “You’re kidding,” you both say in unison. But Geto is deadass, staring his friend down and daring him to say no.

“Fuck you,” Geto growls, but gets out of the pool regardless. You watch as he does, unable to keep your eyes off of his big, wet body and muscles that ripple and flex as he moves. When he is finally out of the pool, he stands with his back to you and begins to take off his trunks. When he finally takes them down his waist, it just about causes a nosebleed when you get an eyeful of his tight yet plump and toned ass, slightly paler than the rest of his tanned body. You don’t even want to see what his dick looks like. Luckily, he keeps his hands cupped over his junk as he begins to do a lap around the pool, much to his dislike and Gojo’s amusement.

You’re unable to laugh, still staring at his ass. It’s just so plump and squeezable and– “He’s got a nice ass, right?” Gojo whispers, suddenly beside you. He stares you down with those crystal blue eyes, making your mind go blank. “It’s okay; you can look. I don’t mind sharin’ the view. You should try seein’ it every single night like me.” He gives you a wink that makes you realize what he’s saying. “Wait…are you–”

“Dating?” he finishes, chuckling at your shock. “Don’t tell him I said that. We’re still keepin’ it on the low.” This newfound information only confuses you more. So if they’re dating, are they also dating other people? Do they do so separately or together? And what about the sex? And how come this hasn’t spilled to the work departments? You’re sure there is someone at work that has been with both of them if this is the case. Sex…with both of them. The idea makes you feel strangely hot.

You’re so dissociated that you don’t even realize that Geto has gotten back into the pool…without his trunks. You find them drying on a nearby lounge chair. ‘Oh, God,’ you lament to yourself. ‘Why is this happening to me?’

“Happy now?” Geto gruffly asks his coworker…and boyfriend, apparently. “You just wanted to see my dick, probably.” Gojo just smiles and turns his attention to you. “Your turn, Y/N.” Against your better judgment, you take your glass of wine and take a sip. “Gojo, truth or dare?” you ask.

Geto gives him his signature, lazy smirk. “Dare.” You swish the wine around in your glass, thinking of a good dare that isn’t dirty or won’t make your clit jump at the sight of his body. “I dare you to…drink the hot springs water.” The white-haired hottie laughs, waving a passive hand. “What? Too scared?” you challenge, smirking at him. Gojo’s eyes widen an inch, shocked at your gall. That’s all it takes for him to crumble. After gulping, he bravely dips his head down into the water and takes a sip. Geto gags in disgust while you hysterically laugh. Poor Gojo comes up seconds later and swallows every ounce of the water, looking positively sickly afterward. “How do we taste, ‘Toru?” Geto snickers, earning a splash in the face.

“Your turn, Sugu,” you say and then flush, realizing what you just said. Geto doesn’t seem to realize it though, and if he does, he doesn’t say anything. “Y/N, truth or dare?” He asks, his deep voice like a rumble beneath the surface of your desire. “Truth,” you say, earning a scoff of pure disgust from Gojo.

“How come you don’t like us?” he bluntly asks. You blink at him, wondering if he’s joking, but he’s deadass. His fixed stare tells you so. It’s such a random question that it takes you a moment to process it. “What?”

“How come you don’t like us?” he repeats, fixing you with a very intense stare. Gojo does the same, his eyes locking with yours from across the water. “I wanna know that too, actually.” You’re frozen, unable to think, speak or move. You weren't expecting this. “You’re puttin’ me on the spot?” you scoff, irritated by Geto’s question. “What, was this a setup?” Geto scoffs as he takes a short puff of his blunt, smoke billowing from his soft, plump lips. “You set yourself up for that one, mama. So you gonna answer it or what?”

He cocks his head to the side, his eyes slits that barely move from yours. Gojo continues to stare at you, both silently and patiently waiting for you to answer. It is as if the water got ten times hotter. You don’t want to answer, but you also know that they’ll probably keep pestering you about it and remind you that this is part of the game. “No, I don’t dislike you,” you defeatedly sigh. “What gave you the impression that I don’t?” Geto is happy to enlighten you. “Well, for one, you never really wanna talk to us, you’ve barely said anything to us on this trip–”

“And you’ve been hidin’ away in your bedroom since yesterday,” Gojo adds. “I mean, my social battery can run low too, believe it or not, but we’re startin’ to think you hate our guts.” Though he says it jokingly, you can tell from the saddened look in his eyes that he means it. Guilt twists in your gut and you officially feel like the bitchiest person in the world.

“I don’t,” you say apologetically. “And I’m sorry about earlier when I yelled…and that I’ve been actin’ like a bitch. I just don’t hang with coworkers too much. It’s not my thing, like dating. I find a lot of the people I work with to be…” You trail off, searching for the right words that the alcohol and weed are making especially difficult to do.

“Annoying?” Geto offers.

“Fuckin’ insufferable?” Gojo asks. “Or maybe that’s just our department.”

You giggle softly at their comments. “No, and no. But people don’t really talk to me too much anyway because I’m, as you say, ‘uptight’.” Gojo raises a curious eyebrow at you. “And you’re okay with that?”

You stare down at the water, not wanting either of them to see the downtrodden look in your eyes. While you’d love be more social at work, you also know that this is probably for the best. “If it means I won’t have anyone backstab me and destroy my rep at work, then yeah. It’s not like I don’t have friends though, but I don’t do dating.” It sounds absolutely pathetic, but you just can’t have anyone distracting you from your work or have you get caught up in the realm of workplace drama. If that means missing out on meeting someone nice or possibly catching some dick despite every other woman in your department doing the same thing and being left out of the conversation, then so be it.

Geto hums like that is damn shame. “That’s too bad,” Gojo tuts, “because the motherfucker who manages to scoop you up would be lucky.”

If a record scratch had any place in the conversation, it would be now. As soon as your ears catch Gojo’s words, your eyes widen and your heart skips several beats. ‘Da fuck?’ you think, confused. Where the hell did that come from? And why the fuck was it so damn smooth?

You stare at Gojo who stares at you right back, completely confident and incredibly intense. “You’re lookin’ at me like you can’t believe what I just said,” he comments, cocking his head to the side. "You really don’t see how fuckin’ pretty you are? That’s a damn shame ‘cause you absolutely are.” He sips his wine like he didn’t just say those incredibly flirtatious and random ass words. Like he didn’t just make your heart pound and your stomach jump.

Your eyes flit to Geto and he’s giving you the same look that Gojo is: flirtatious; intense; extremely unfriendly. He looks like he wants to dick you down from where you’re sitting. Right then you feel the tension in the air return, but this time, it’s fueled by sexual energy and feelings unexplored and unacknowledged. Until now, that is. You grip your towel tighter to you, staring down at the water instead of your coworkers’ unyielding gazes. “Y-You’re just sayin’ that,” you laugh incredulously to yourself.

“Oh, are we?” Gojo challenges, causing you to nervously bite your lip. “Geto, truth or dare?” You don’t know why you look up, but you do, finding Geto’s eyes still targeting you. “Dare,” he replies, his voice but a deep growl. You swear your pussy turns into a goddamn heartbeat. Gojo smirks at you from behind his wine glass, a mischievous gleam in his icy blues. “I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

You blink at him dumbly, his challenge slowly processing in your head. “W-What?” you squeak. You look to Geto, hoping he’ll be just as confused and alarmed as you, but instead, he’s still looking at you like he wants every single piece of you. “You don’t have to dare me to do that,” he softly growls.

Suddenly, faster than your mind can process it, he is standing in the water and making his way over to you, his big, muscled body on full display…including what lies down below. You nearly forgot he is completely naked now after completing Gojo’s dare.

Though you can’t see him beneath the dark surface of the water, you can see his dark happy trail and toned stomach leading down the dark patch of curls where his cock is. You picture it being long and thick, just swinging like a pendulum between his thick, three-trunk legs. His long, black hair cascades down his broad shoulders in wet waves like snakes as water droplets drip down every inch of his skin. You find yourself wanting to lick each one off.

You know you should stop this. You should call it off and get out of the water. But something inside of you–that rebellious, raging fire inside of you–stops you from moving, even as Geto is finally in front of him. Though he is close enough that you can smell his scent–like vanilla and cinnamon–and feel the warmth radiating off of him, he gives you enough space to leave if you wish or even push him away. He is still patient and considerate of how you feel.

You’ve never felt so…taken care of. That's the right term, isn’t it? You’re too stoned and tipsy to think about it.

Geto peers down at you with those violet eyes that make you feel like you’re waltzing through a field of lavender. “Are you okay with this, sweetheart?” he whispers, concern in his eyes. “Just tell us to stop if you don’t want this.”

You shouldn't want this. You shouldn't want to have any part in this mess. But you find yourself silently nodding. He then cups one of his big hands against your face, making your eyes flutter closed from the pleasure his touch evokes inside of you.

And then his lips are on yours. His kiss has to be one of the best ones you’ve ever had in your life. It’s a kiss you can only find in Disney movies or storybooks: magical; tender; it sweeps you right off your feet. And yet it is so sensual and seductive, his lips seducing you with every single slow movement against yours.

Gojo takes his other hand to cup the other side of your face, holding you in place as his kiss deepens. At some point, you feel his tongue lick tantalizingly at your bottom lip, silently asking for access. You allow it to him and his tongue swirls with yours, creating sloppy, suckling sounds that make your pussy clench beneath the water. He tastes of Moscato.

Finally, he pulls away, but doesn’t stray too far from your lips. “Truth or dare?” he asks you, his voice low and breathless.

You’re breathing heavy, your mind blank and dizzy from the kiss. You almost ask him to repeat himself. “Dare,” you hear yourself answer.

Gojo presses another long, deep kiss against your lips as if you can't get enough. “I dare you to kiss Gojo,” he says in a low, lustful tone. You nearly get whiplash with how fast you turn to look at Gojo.

He is already moving in close, a hungered look in his eyes. “Shit, I’ve been waitin’ for this for years,” he exhales before his lips cover yours. While his kiss is still just as intoxicating and swoon-worthy as Geto’s, his is also rougher; wetter. He teases and plays with you, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth and swirling his tongue around with yours, even sucking on it slightly.

It feels oh-so good. You find yourself grasping at Gojo’s broad shoulders, running your hands down his biceps. You feel his hands move to hold your waist, never once going under the towel, but your body tenses as if he does. Though you want to melt into this kiss and take whatever Gojo gives you, at the back of your mind, you’re still apprehensive of where this could go. You can’t believe any of this is happening.

Gojo notices this and moans disapprovingly against your lips before pulling away. “You’re so tense, babe,” he coos, concern in his blue eyes. You look down at the rippling water, hoping to gather your thoughts if you look away from him. “Is this too much?” Geto worriedly asks, his deep voice from behind you causing your heart to flutter. “Do you want us to stop?”

The fact that their concern for your comfort makes you wet––and not at all from the water at this point. Despite you currently being sandwiched between two very big and buff men who could certainly make you do whatever they wish, they don’t and you’ve never felt safer.

You also feel quite fearful of that feeling and the desire to let go. How can you be sure it won’t lead somewhere else? What if you indulge in these inhibitive desires now and regret them later? What if your coworkers find out? Then you’d be the talk of all departments.

‘Fuck it.’ The thought comes to your mind like a bat out of hell. At the moment, you don't care about anyone or anything else except for the two men occupying your space. You don’t care about anything except quenching your thirst and easing the throbbing between your legs. You don't care about tomorrow–just now.

You turn to Gojo, boldly staring into his eyes. “Did you really mean that?” you softly ask. “Have you really wanted to kiss me for years?”

Gojo’s eyes widen an inch over the random question, but he doesn’t neglect to answer you. “We both have, princess. We’ve been pining after you for a long time now.” His honesty makes your heart leap.

"We just never said anything ‘cause we figured the damage was done,” Geto explains. “You know how word gets around the workplace about employees’ personal sex lives. It’s like a locker room in that bitch.”

“And just in case you’re wondering, you’re the first coworker we’ve ever been with like…this…with,” Gojo adds. Geto side-eyes him to which Gojo grins guilty at him. “Yes, I alluded to us dating. You won’t tell anyone though, will you, sweetheart?” But you’re silent, too busy trying to understand what Gojo meant. “This?” you inquire, confused.

“What Gojo means is we’ve never shared the same partner from work,” Geto explains. “Usually, when we have sex with a coworker, it’s something we do individually and not together. If we do happen have a threesome or something like that, it’s just a hookup from the club or the bar.” The gears in your head are slowly starting to process. “So you have an open relationship?” you curiously ask.

“It’s just something that always worked for us,” Geto explains. “We agreed that we wanted to keep things lowkey for the time being, so whatever we do with the people at work stays between us and them. However, when we’re alone, it’s us and only us. But being with you has made us want different. Something real and not on the low…if that’s what you want too.”

They both stare you down, silent and patient but their eyes scream desire and tenderness. Two things you’re craving for right now. However, Geto takes your silence for discomfort. “We should stop. I don’t wanna overwhelm her or–”

“Change my mind,” you blurt. The two stare at you confusedly.

“Sorry?” Geto asks, coaxing you to repeat yourself. You’re more than happy to do so, moving closer to him as you do. “You said you never told me how you felt because of how I thought about you two ‘cause of the rumors. If you’re not what our coworkers say you are and if it’s true that you feel this way about me, then change. My. Mind.”

That is all the two need to hear. They’re on you immediately, pressing their bodies against your front and back. You are completely trapped between them, and you couldn’t be more content. Gojo’s lips move hungrily agains your neck while Geto’s mouth sucks on your neck, no doubt leaving hickies that you’ll have to cover with concealer the next morning. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he growls against your skin. “Such a fuckin’ tease. Makin’ us feel this way for so long…” His big hands begin to caress your hips and ass over your towel, causing you to moan into Gojo’s lips.

The white-haired hottie chuckles into your mouth before pulling away with a wet smack. “You’ve gotta pay for that, princess,” he teasingly whispers into your ear. “Startin’ by losin’ this thing.”

He tugs on your towel, nearly ripping it off your chest. You make a small noise of protest, your eyes flitting to the brush surrounding you. “No one’s gonna see us, darlin’,” Gojo coos in your ear. “This place is surrounded by trees. It’s only us here, baby.”

Geto’s hands slide up your hips under your towel, distracting you from your nerves. So you let them disrobe you. The towel comes off, floating away in the water, leaving your bikini to be the only thing separating you from them. Then you slowly untie the strings holding your bikini together.

You let the top fall from your chest, revealing your naked breasts to them, and then your bottoms come off, exposing your naked pussy to the water. Though they can’t see it yet, you know they have the advantage of touching you if they wish. And you wouldn’t stop them. The two men are immediately dumbstruck at the sight of you, their eyes widening.

“Goddamn,” Geto hisses while Gojo whistles at the sight of your naked body. Both reactions make you flush, a newfound confidence flowing through your core. You feel like the sexiest bitch alive.

“This definitely beats those tight-ass pencil skirts you be wearin’ to work,” Gojo chuckles as he runs his long fingertips down your sides. “So many times I’ve thought about bendin’ you over my desk while Geto kisses those pretty lips of yours.” You whimper at his naughty fantasy, wanting the same thing.

“Or while I play with these gorgeous tits,” Geto mumbles, pressing his front to your back. One of his big hands moves to gently fondle one of your breasts, keeping his touch light. His warm palm and fingers touch every sensitive part of your breast, even pinching your hardened nipple.

A moan escapes your lips, unable to be hidden anymore. “And there’s another one for you, ‘Tarou,” the long-haired beauty chuckles, nodding at your other free breast. "Help me relax her a bit more.”

Gojo quickly swoops in and begins suckling at the brown peak of your hard nipple, his wet tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Geto follows suit, taking your other nipple into his mouth and suckling gently on it. Your mouth falls open into an O of ecstasy, the feeling of their hot, wet mouths and tongues caressing your breasts a euphoric experience.

“Fuck,” you whimper, leaning your head back against a rock. Geto hums approvingly as he continues to lap at your nipple as if he is trying to draw milk from it. “That’s it, baby,” Gojo coos, pausing from sucking your nipple. “Just relax. You deserve this.” His pearly whites begin to nibble gently on your nipple, the slight sharpness of his teeth making you draw a sharp breath.

‘I do,’ you find yourself thinking. ‘I deserve this.’ You deserve every ounce of the pleasure they are trying to give you. Your hands move to caress their hair, gripping the strands every time they lick or tug on a particularly sensitive part of your gorgeous titties.

Your pussy can’t take it! She’s dripping for attention at this point, begging you to put her out of her misery. Gojo must realize this from the way you whine and moan from his and Geto’s lips.“Someone’s excited,” he chortles, smirking cockily up at you. “You want me to touch you?”

You whimper, hesitant. Your pride does not allow you to use your voice despite your desperation. Gojo just laughs, silently making fun of your dilemma. “Use your words, baby, or I can’t help you,” he teasingly whispers against your breast. His hot breath caressing your sensitive bud nearly makes your pussy’s heartbeat accelerate. You’re losing it, wanting something, anything.

Your desperation wins. “Dammit, Gojo, just touch me!” you whine. “I want you to touch my pussy…please.” You stare into the ocean-blue depths of Gojo’s eyes, finding the sheer joy in your begging there. You don’t get to stare into them long because Geto turns your face to his and presses a passionate kiss to your lips. “Good girl,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’d better give her what she wants before she loses her mind, ‘Tarou.”

And like a good man should, Gojo puts you out of your misery but lighting stroking your clit with his thumb. The little pulses have you seeing stars and your eyes flutter closed to see more. Gojo proceeds to press kisses to your neck, humming approvingly as he does. “That feel good?” he teasingly asks, his hot breath fanning your neck. It does…but you need something else. Something more. “N-need…need more,” you softly moan. “Please taste me.”

A lustful look flashes across Gojo’s face. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” He nods at Geto and the dark-haired man takes hold of you by your hips, scooping you up and chuckling at your squeak. He then places you up on a flat rock, allowing you time to get used to the new environment. “Comfortable, mama?” Geto asks you, stroking your outer thigh. You nod, the summer breeze feeling cool against your wet skin and pussy that has become sensitive to everything.

“Now let’s see what you’ve got for us,” Gojo purrs, moving forward to pry your legs open with one of his big hands. “Shit!” Geto hisses, gaping incredulously at your glistening pussy. Gojo makes a noise between a moan and a hum, filling your core with heat. “Somethin’ tells me all of that ain’t from the water,” he hums, his hooded eyes flicking up at you. “All of that for us, princess? How generous of you. But who gets the first taste?”

He stares at Geto challengingly, but Geto has already moved in front of him to get in between your legs. “Hey!” Gojo shouts, pouting at his spot being taken. Geto pulls away to spare him a glance. “You were takin’ too long,” he deadpans. “I made the decision for you.” His violet eyes flick up to stare into yours, making your heart and clit throb. “Let me know what feels good to you.”

You wish you could tell him everything he does feels good: the slow flicks and swirls of his big tongue against your clit; how carefully yet methodically he slides the muscle in his mouth against your wet slit; the pillowy-softness of his lips cushioning your pussy and rubbing against your clit. Your head rolls back, as do your eyes, unable to keep focus on Geto’s head bobbing between your legs. “Sugu,” you moan. “That…ah, shit…that feels really good.”

Gojo isn't a silent eater either. When he isn’t making the sloppiest, wet sounds with his tongue and mouth in your cunt, he’s talking to you, telling you how good you taste. “So wet,” he moans into your pussy. “So sweet…you taste so fuckin’ good for me.” His deep voice rumbling in your pussy only makes you gush more which he happily laps up like a delighted dog.

You’ve fallen so deep into the pleasure Geto is giving you that you barely hear Gojo getting out of the water to instead settle down next to you. When you suddenly feel a few water droplets splash onto your naked tits, your eyes flutter open to see the white-haired hottie kneeling above you with a teasing smirk toying at his pink lips. “You look so goddamn cute like this, princess,” he sighs dreamily as if imagining his turn licking your cunt.

Geto begins to swirl his tongue in your clit, using the tip of it to caress your clit. His ministrations cause you to whimper pitifully, the pleasure too much for you to take. Your eyes flicker down to Gojo’s groin in your face and you notice the tent he’s pitching in his trunks.

Not even thinking, your hand moves to caress his hardened dick, your puppy-dog eyes staring up at him pleadingly. Surprise flashes in his eyes before it is replaced with full-blown lust. “Oh? You want me?” he questions, smirking down at you. “How can I deny such an adorable request?”

Without another word, he unties his Calvin Klein swim trunks and shoves them down his tanned thighs, revealing his gorgeous, thick, hard cock protruding from a patch of silver pubic hair. Your eyes widen as it pulses and throbs in front of your face, ready for all of you. Gojo raises an expectant eyebrow at you, his hand grabbing the base of his cock.

Knowing what he wants, you slowly open your mouth, covering your teeth with your juicy, kissable lips. He slowly slides his cock inside of your inviting mouth and you clamp your lips around him. A long sigh leaves his lips and his head rolls back, exposing his neck and bobbing Adam’s Apple. You continue to bob your head along his long dick, soon becoming used to his girth.

You take one hand to replace his wrapped around his cock and begin to swirl your tongue along the head, lapping up the precum that dribbles out for you. Gojo stares down at you, his blue eyes dark and face flushed with pleasure. “Ah…fuck!” he softly moans, his eyes squeezing shut as your tongue runs over the most sensitive spots along his cock. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought of this: you with your pretty face stuffed full of my cock. You look even better than in my dreams.”

You slowly take him back into your mouth where you begin to move your head back and forth along his cock, hollowing your cheeks to make your mouth tight. Gojo isn’t quiet either–he moans and swears; whimpers and groans at the feeling of your tight, wet mouth wrapped around him. You try to follow the same pattern as Geto’s slow, teasing strokes, taking your sweet time. The sounds that leave your lips are sloppy and lewd, making your pussy clench tighter in Geto’s mouth.

When you finally feel like you’ve gotten used to him, you begin to try to take Gojo into your throat…God, is that a mistake. Already, your jaw begins to ache and your throat feels full from him, but Gojo doesn’t consider that when he gives you a lustful, deviant stare. “Want me to fuck that face, princess?” he huffs. “Nod for yes.”

Your throat is gonna hate your ass for this later, but you nod, causing Gojo to moan at the vibrations against his dick. “Good girl. Now listen carefully: if any time you need something, if you wanna breathe or want me to stop, just tap my thigh twice, got it?” You nod once again and Geto praises you. “So obedient,” he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. “C’mon, ‘Toru, don't tease the girl. Give her what she wants.”

Gojo doesn’t need to be told twice. Immediately, he shifts his hips and slides deeper inside your mouth, sliding across your throat. You choke a bit as he does so until you can nearly feel him touch the back of your throat. You instantly open your throat more as if to yawn and breathe slowly through your nose, trying to avoid choking along Gojo’s cock.

He doesn’t go slow either. Immediately, his hand grips your hair and he proceeds to rut into your throat, fucking your face like he is in need of it. “Ah, yes!” he moans, high-pitched and brazened. “Take it, baby. Take all of me down that throat like a good lil’ girl.”

And you do, ignoring the sting of tears in your eyes and the ache of your jaw. Spit pools along your bottom lip and drips down your chin, causing your mouth to make sharp, sucking sounds whenever Gojo thrusts.

His eyes are wild as he stares down at you sucking him off like the best little slut he’s ever had. “I bet you’ve been feenin' for this, haven’t you?” he chuckles deviously. “I bet the thought of havin’ the both of us has made you wet, right?”

You don’t answer, too occupied with his merciless, rough thrusts and heavy balls slapping against your chin. Gojo pulls back a bit to allow you to speak as Geto sharply smacks your pussy, making your clit jump with pleasure as soon as his palm makes contact with it. “Answer him,” he growls.

You nearly cry out in both pleasure and pain, becoming drunk on the strange mixture. “Yes!” you moan around Gojo’s cock, your words muffled and gargled. “I-I’ve wanted this! I’ve wanted you both for so, so long!”

Gojo grins widely, sliding his thick cock out of your mouth. The sight of it being so wet and slick with your spit makes your stomach flip excitedly. “Gooood girl!” he coos, patting your cheek. “You deserve a reward for your honesty. Sugu, switch with me. I’m almost jealous seein’ you get a taste of that pussy for so long.”

Geto is up and out from between your legs immediately, jumping at the chance to get his dick in your mouth. And shit, is it a dick to behold: he is much thicker than Gojo but not quite as long with one long, pulsating vein trailing from the pink, bulbous tip dripping his precum to the base that leads up to a patch of black hair and a smooth, toned, tanned stomach and V-line. You can't take your eyes off of him, even as he and Gojo switch positions.

Geto grabs his dick and holds it in front of you, his eyes dark with lust and need. "Stick your tongue out,” he breathlessly orders you. You do so and he begins to tap his head against your tongue before sliding himself in your mouth. Damn, is he thick! Your mouth and jaw stretch to accommodate his size though not without discomfort.

Gojo groans as he slides deeper and deeper, each inch opening up your throat more. “Deeper, mama,” he grunts. "Take me deeper.”

He gives you no choice but to do so, even though your nostrils burn from inhaling and exhaling too hard to avoid choking on his dick. You can’t help but gag on it though as your throat flexes against his shaft that begins to stroke the wet walls of your throat. He, too, begins to fuck your throat though not as roughly or quickly. His strokes are slow yet deep, touching the back of your throat with every single thrust of his hips.

Gojo watches from the waters below, settled in between your thighs as he begins to caress your pussy. “How’s she feel, Sugu?” he teasingly hums. “Isn’t her throat heaven on earth?”

Geto only answers with a moan, his entire body shuddering at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. Gojo’s tongue sliding inside of your pussy nearly distracts you as he begins to work your little, wet hole. You moan along Geto’s cock as your thighs tighten around Gojo’s head. He pulls away a bit to speak, his lips glistening from your wetness. “You’re so tight, princess. All I’m doin’ is just tonguefuckin’ you and you’re clenchin’ around me. Wonder how’d you feel with my dick in you.”

"You might wanna…ah, shit…finger her, just in case,” Geto huffs, still bumping his hips against your mouth. “Get her ready for when she…fuck yes, baby…takes you.”

Gojo hums appreciatively at the lewd idea. “Mmm, I like the way you think, Sugu.” Before you can even prepare, he is replacing his tongue with one of his long piano fingers. You practically scream around Geto’s cock as Gojo fucks you with his finger, slowly but effectively bringing you closer to the brink of madness as he strokes your G-spot.

You can’t help it–you pop off of Geto’s cock to vocalize your pleasure and need to orgasm. “God, ‘Tarou!” you moan. “Please make me cum! I’m so, so close!”

Your toes curl against Gojo’s head and your entire body clenches as he pushes you farther toward that hill. He grins up at you, his finger still curling in your cunt in a ‘come hither’ motion that has you witnessing God. “That’s some good begging if I haven’t heard it before,” he snickers. “Cum for us now, baby. Gush all over my fuckin’ face.”

He ducks his head between your thighs again, his tongue doing the talking now. The constant stimulation against your clit and the wet strokes of Geto stroking his dick in your face cause you to hurdle down that hill into a sea of bliss. When that chord finally snaps inside of you, you practically scream to the skies above as you gush all over Gojo’s face, your entire body tensing as the pleasure flows through your veins.

Gojo appreciatively laps up every ounce of your cum, never wasting a single drop. “So sweet!” he groans. “You gave me so much, princess. You must’ve been so needy for so long.”

Geto pauses his dick-stroking to greedily stare down at your open legs and his boyfriend’s face between them. “Hey, don’t be greedy. Gimme some of that, too.”

He ducks down to press a hand to the back of Gojo’s head and bring him in for a rough, open-mouthed kiss where their tongues swirl and hands thread through their hair. You can’t help it–you begin to touch yourself at the erotic sight of the two attractive men kissing in front of you. Gojo notices and pulls away to laugh, a string of spit trailing from his lip to Geto’s. “Uh-oh,” he coos. “Looks like someone liked seeing that. You naughty slut, gettin’ off to us kissing.”

You whimper, unable to deny it. Geto groans while Gojo looks visibly pained at the sight. “God, you’re just too cute,” he growls, visibly frustrated by your adorableness. “It’s takin’ everything in me to not fuck you silly right now.” You can see it–his cock is throbbing and twitching for you, as is Geto’s.

The two stare down at you as if you’re a dessert place they’re desperate to get a taste of. “What do you want now, princess?” Gojo asks, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

You have no time to be prideful. Your throbbing, aching pussy won’t allow you to. You’re about to tear your hair out if you don’t get either of them inside of you. Your hand continues to stroke your pussy right in their faces, beckoning their cocks forward.

“I want both of you,” you beg. “Please…I can't wait anymore. I’m on the pill too, so please just fuck me right here, right now.” The you that you were before this encounter would’ve given you a look of pure disgust at your babbling and pleading to get fucked by two men you barely know.

The duo side-eye each other, devious plans in their eyes. “You take the front, I take the back?” Gojo snickers. Geto scoffs, not even bothering to give an appropriate answer. “I could give less of a fuck where I end up. Just as long as my cum ends up all over her.”

While your pussy clenches at the vulgarity of his language, Gojo mockingly gasps, delighted at his boyfriend’s words. “So vulgar!” he giggles. “I love that.” He then gives your ass a smack, the sound reaching the very tops of the trees. “On all fours, baby. Don’t keep us waiting.”

You do as they say, slowly getting into position, now facing Geto while Gojo settles behind you. You shiver at the feeling of the white-haired hottie’s hands caressing your ass, giving it sharp spanks every so often. Geto’s violet eyes glimmer down at you as he strokes his cock in your face.

“Open wide, mama,” he coos, and you do so, looking up at him as you obediently widen your jaw to accommodate his size. Speaking of accommodating size, your pussy is busy doing the same thing to Gojo’s cock that has just begun to slide inside of you, slow and careful.

You tense slightly as his cock stretches out your pussy. You can’t remember when you had a dick this well-endowed. Gojo’s hands stroke your sides, easing your nerves. “Just relax, princess. Tell me when you want me to continue.” He keeps his hips still despite Geto’s slow strokes as he gently fucks your mouth. After a few minutes of adjusting, you pull away from Geto’s cock to speak.

“Okay,” you softly say, turning to look behind your shoulder at Gojo. “Go ahead. It’s just a stretch, but I’m not hurting. You can move now.” Gojo nods and begins to roll his hips into you. As soon as he does, you’re both moaning at the feeling of his cock stroking your insides. “Just as I thought,” he grunts. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

You can’t even describe how he feels. His dick stretches out your cunt and strokes every single pleasurable part of your insides that have your legs shaking and body trembling. The more he thrusts, the more he rubs up against your G-spot, almost painfully so. It’s just too much!

But Gojo holds you firmly by your hips, completely bottomed out inside of you and rearranging your guts with every single thrust. “Uh-uh, baby; don’t run for me. You begged me for this shit and now you’re gonna take it.”

He chuckles at your whines of protest and trembling body, making you feel even more like a pathetic slut. You want to escape from the constant stimulation, but the way he continues to beat your pussy into submission and drag you closer to your second orgasm is too delicious. And he’s so, so deep! The more he thrusts, the deeper he gets until he is very nearly kissing your cervix (but not too much for pain).

“‘Tarou, please!” you whine, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Too much…so deep!”

Gojo giggles–fucking giggles–at your struggle, his pearly whites gleaming brighter than the sun. “Yeah?” he chuckles. “Just how a slut like you needs it, hm? Nice…and slow…and deep?”

He begins to rock his hips back and forth into you with every drawn-out word, agonizingly slow and enjoying the way you squirm and whine around Geto’s cock when the long-haired beauty slides it back into your gaping, wet mouth.“Don’t slack now, mama,” he chuckles, finding amusement in your sensitivity. “Don’t be a pillow princess either. You’ve gotta work for this.”

Gojo lets out a shuddering moan, his head tossed back to the evening sky. “Fuck me,” he moans, shuddering at the way you feel wrapped around him. “With the way she’s squeezin’ around me, she’s doin’ a good job so far. We should test her and see if can still handle it.” He gives Geto a wide, evil smile from over your shoulder. “Let’s fuck her at the same time.” Geto shares the same evil smirk and you can already tell you’re in danger.

“W-Wait, guys,” you protest around Geto’s cock, but you can’t finish the rest of your sentence as pleasure explodes in your core when Gojo begins to piston his hips inside of you at the same time as Geto. They each match the same pace and pattern, rutting in and out of your holes until your eyes are wet with tears and your body is aching for release. They fill you to the brim with their cocks, using your body for their own pleasure while also giving you yours.

“Please!” you beg, but you’re not sure what you’re begging for. Do you want them to continue? Do you want them to stop? You don’t know, your mind too fuzzy with pleasure to decide what is too much. Either way, the two devils currently filling your holes decide to do as they please anyway, fucking you like there is no tomorrow.

“Come on now, princess,” Gojo breathlessly coaxes. “Fuck me back. Show me how much you need this shit.” You feel him prop up one leg for a better angle–one that causes your clit to tingle excitedly and be stimulated with every thrust.

You moan around Geto’s cock as you begin to shamelessly whine your hips and toss your ass back into Gojo’s thrusts, meeting him halfway. Geto lets out a loud, panty-dropping moan, his black hair like a wild mane around his face. “Fuck!” he practically bellows. “I don’t know what the fuck you just did, but she just took me deeper!” And you did–you can feel him touching the back of your burning, raw throat from it constantly being fucked.

Gojo smirks at his boyfriend’s blissed-out expression, slightly slowing down his thrusts. “While your pussy feels amazing, sweetie, I’m not gonna lie: cummin’ down your throat and possibly on your pretty face sounds very enticing.” Finally, he pauses from fucking you despite your whine of protest. “Wanna switch, Sugu?”

Geto immediately pulls his dick out of your mouth, his eyes flashing with lust. “I thought you wouldn’t ask.” Warning signs flare in your brain as the duo slowly switches places–Geto in the back, Gojo in the front. Your throat and your pussy are currently throbbing and aching with sensitivity from their cocks. How are you going to handle more?

“Boys…I-I don't think I can…” Gojo shushes you, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Just relax, sweetness. You don’t have to lift a finger. Just let us fuck these pretty holes the way you need us too, okay?” He flashes a white-toothed grin at you.

Before you can agree or protest, both of their cocks are sheathing inside of you once more. “God!” Gojo moans at the same time as Geto wordlessly sighs as he sinks into your pussy.

They waste no time fucking you, both sliding in and out of your body at the same time. Your body bounces from the force of Geto’s thrusts, your tits jiggling and ass slapping in time with his thrusts. You can tell he is close to his orgasm with how forceful his thrusts are.

You’re not too far behind–you can feel your own orgasm quickly rising to the surface, your core beginning to distractedly tighten. Geto notices your shift in body chemistry and loops a hand between your thighs to rub your wet, aching clit. You scream around Gojo’s cock, sobbing at the pleasure.

“You’re close too, aren’t you, mama?” Geto asks. “I can feel that body shaking. I should speed up, shouldn’t I?” He does so, slamming his hips against you so hard that his balls begin to slap your clit.

Gojo speeds up too, filling your nostrils and tongue with the scent and taste of him. “Maybe I should too, so you can take this fat load all the way down your throat.” He presses his hand into your hair, coaxing you to look up at him. “How's this for relaxation, hm?” he teases. “Just what you needed, right?”

‘Yes!’ you scream in your head. This is exactly what you needed to take yourself out of you for a moment–to be fucked and used; to receive pleasure while also giving it. “Tryna act like you didn’t want this or like us,” Geto huffs, “when in reality, you’ve been needin' some dick for the longest. I bet you were burning inside just wantin’ this for yourself.” He continues to circle your clit, his fingers working overtime. “Such a greedy little girl.”

You are a greedy girl because that second orgasm begins to rise within you with every thrust of Geto’s cock and pulse of his fingers against your clit. That chord begins to tighten again, threatening to snap very soon. “Sugu, please!” you whine around Gojo’s hard dick still deep down your throat. Your eyes screw tight and your brows knit together, no doubt giving an ugly expression.

“Go right ahead, baby,” Geto grunts, fucking you faster. “It’s fine. Give it all to me. I know you want to, so don’t you dare hold back.”

Gojo chuckles from above you, gently stroking the back of your head. “You heard the man, princess,” he whispers. "Go ahead and cum for him. Be a good little slut and cum all over that fat fuckin’ cock. Don’t you wanna be a good girl for us?”

Vigorously, you nod, right on the point of losing all sanity. Grunts and moans fill the air as the duo continues to fuck you, chasing their orgasms. “So goddamn pretty,” Geto grunts, giving your ass another sharp smack. “I’m gonna cum deep inside you, gorgeous. I hope you’re ready.”

Gojo is losing it too, his thrusts becoming rougher, causing you to gag around his cock and spit to drip from your bottom lip. “He ain't the only one, princess. I’m gonna nut deep inside this pretty mouth of yours, and you’re gonna love it.”

He dips down to press his lips to your ear, gripping your hair as he does. “You wanna take these loads like a good lil’ cumslut? You wanna make us happy, right?” You whine desperately, wanting nothing more than to just cum and have them cum with you. “Please,” you whimper. “Please cum for me, both of you.” Your soft, sweet voice is all it takes for Gojo and Geto to lose the last bit of their self-restraint.

After a few more rough thrusts that have your body shaking and your soul nearly being stripped from your body, the men finally reach their breaking point. With two long, drawn-out moans that could possibly be heard over the treetops, Gojo and Geto cum deep inside of your holes.

You gasp around Gojo’s cock when you feel his warm cum spurt deep down your throat, filling your tastebuds with the creamy, salty substance.

Geto cums deep inside of your pussy, so much that you can feel it dripping down your thighs. “Take it!” he demands in a dangerous growl that makes your stomach flip. “Take all of us, baby.” And you do. You don’t have a choice.

At the same time, your orgasm hits you like a truck, slamming into you with enough force to have you sobbing. You pop off of Gojo’s cock, ignoring the spit and cum dripping down your chin. “Oh, my God!” you moan to the heavens, head tilted back and eyes squeezed tight as your orgasm washes over you. “I’m cumming!” you babble. “I’m cumming!”

“Yes, baby, we know,” Gojo chuckles, gently stroking your face. He then cackles at your expression. “Look at those pretty eyes rollin’ back. Such a slutty face you’ve got there, babe.”

He squeezes your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together as your orgasm continues to rock you to your core. You wish you could feel this feeling of euphoria forever. You’re not thinking about work or this business trip or your responsibilities. All you’re thinking about is how good you feel and the men that are making you feel this good.

Finally, after a few slow breaths, you come back down to earth though your head is swimming and your body is exhausted. At this point, the sun has left, plunging you, Gojo, and Geto into a blueish shade that twilight provides.

The crickets chirp and the cicadas buzz, alerting you that it is now nighttime. Your eyes flutter closed, unable to hold themselves up anymore. You feel tired and are in need of rest. Your body aches in the best way, your pussy feeling sensitive and full. A weak moan leaves your lips as Gojo and Geto gently pull out of you.

“Still on earth with us, mama?” Geto softly asks, stroking your backside. “Can you move?”

You weakly shake your head, knowing damn well your legs are mush and your feet have lost their mind. Gojo giggles from in front of you, stroking your scalp. “Looks like we took the life right outta her,” he laughs. “Let’s get her in the house and under some covers.”

Though you can’t see anything because your eyes are closed, you are aware that one of the men has scooped you up into his arms and has begun to carry you back into the house. “M-My towel,” you mumble tiredly. Your head lulls against a broad, wet chest, your ear catching the sound of a heartbeat.

“We’ll go back out to get it,” Geto murmurs to you. “You just relax for now.”

And you do, nearly falling asleep in his arms but not enough to miss snippets of the journey from the hot springs to the house. The boys immediately take you upstairs to their bedroom where they proceed to lay you down on the softest and silkiest of sheets. You sigh when your skin immediately hits the cool sheets and soft mattress, your tired muscles relaxing instantly.

You feel the mattress dip when Gojo and Geto get into bed on either side of you, trapping you between their hard, warm bodies. “Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” Geto asks as he lifts a glass to your lips. “Here, sip some water.”

You do so, grateful for the drink. “Mmm-hmm,” you softly reply, eyes still shut. “It was so nice…you both were so good.” Gojo chuckles from next to you, his long fingers tracing shapes down your arm. “Why, how sweet of you. It was nice for us too.”

Geto hums in agreement, looping his big arm around the back of your head to serve as a pillow. Comfortable silence descends upon you three that only comes from good sex. You feel content in their arms, in this bed with them. You feel like whatever you three are could work, no matter what your workplace has to say behind your back or on the low when they need some juicy gossip.

You want to ask them if you’re dating now or if that is even possible for the three of you, but sleep and the mingling scents of their cologne tell you that it can wait until morning. All you want is this comfort and this good, good feeling to last.

“Y'know you really were amazing for us, babe,” Gojo coos, his lips ghosting over yours. “Just tell me somethin’. Who made you cum the hardest? Was it me or was it–“

“Shut the fuck up, Gojo,” Geto growls, “or you’ll be sleepin’ in that lake."

All you can do is giggle before sleep finally comes and you fall into a beautiful dream of you three, together.

THE END.

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Vibe Check

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Précis: Bob walks in on you in a compromising position, and things take a turn...

Note: Naturally, my first foray with Bob furthers the Bob Fucks agenda. I will not be taking questions. The man fucks. periodt. 😘 🖤

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit.

Word count: 2.3k

Carrier life was boring, and the entertainment came bootleg. Most nights, you and your fellow aviators took it upon yourselves to overshare personal information to pass the time.

But some nights you made sure your bunkmate wasn't returning any time soon, you tucked yourself into your bed, pulled out the vibrator you managed to sneak into your belongings and pleasured yourself.

Thankfully, your roommate Natasha tended to spend her evenings attached at the hip to her best friend, Bradley Bradshaw, who was also on this deployment. You’d catch Nat coming into your quarters in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes you weren’t sure if she’d been sharing a flask with Bradley or getting busy with some ensign she had set her sights on. Either way, you had plenty of time to thumb through your favorite porn site, pick something that piqued your interest and rub one out.

However, tonight was different.

The cabin was extra warm. Warm enough, you ditched your blankets at the foot of your bed and only wore your two-sizes-too-big Academy t-shirt. Eyes shut, caught up in the sloppy licking and high-pitched moans seeping into your earbuds, rolling your hips into your suction vibrator as it easily slid along the length of your throbbing clit thanks to your arousal, you never heard your cabin door creak open. You never heard Bob Floyd’s calls for Natasha.

Bob never expected to enter your cabin, calling for his pilot, to find you on your bunk, legs butterflied with your hand pressing a suction vibrator over your clit, moving with the same precision you used to fly your jet. He never fathomed how turned on he would be seeing you masturbate.

Stunned, mouth agape, he continued to watch. Momentarily gaining some wit, Bob stepped fully into the cabin and pulled the door shut. He couldn’t let anyone else see you like this. He didn’t want anyone else to see you like this—just him.

Blissfully unaware, your hips rolled quicker and your breath hitched sooner as you crept closer to climax.

Bob’s eyes grew wider and his pants grew tighter.

Your back arched and your eyes popped open as you peaked. You looked directly into Bob’s blown pupils. Your mouth dropped open more in pleasure than surprise, but your movements never ceased. Bob never looked away. The smallest noise escaped your lips when you felt yourself clenching around nothing, your toes curling.

“Oh, my…” Bob said only to himself since you were wearing earbuds with lewd noises still filling your canals.

Coming down and taking a deep breath, you closed your legs, zipping them together and sliding them so they were flat against the mattress. As you composed yourself, reality set in. You pushed yourself into a sitting position and removed your earbuds.

“Floyd, what are you doing?” Your voice was soft, still high on oxytocin.

Bob was dumbfounded. Too flustered to answer. His mouth was still open, his cheeks flushed and he shifted his weight from one foot to another, hoping his semi wasn’t overly noticeable.

“I-I-I’m looking for Natasha.” He stood as tall as he could, adjusted his glasses and swallowed hard.

Now sitting with your knees pulled to your chest, arms looped over your shins, you stared at him innocently. “She’s with Bradshaw or chasing down some poor ensign.” You rested your chin on your knees as you looked at Bob through your eyelashes.

He gulped again. You were in a playful mood. Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth before you spoke. “What’s got you so flustered, Bobby?” Bob’s mouth fell into a shocked O as his eyes grew bigger, which didn’t seem possible. Hiding your mouth behind your arms, you stifled a laugh.

“Do you want to try it?” Your fingers flitted over your bedding until you found your abandoned vibrator. Innocently, you held it in Bob’s direction. “I’d be happy to assist.”

What you were offering wasn’t shocking. Over the years, you and Bob had this unspoken push-pull. Every time you pushed the boundaries with an innuendo or suggestive comment, Bob would pull back, feigning embarrassment. To anyone else, it was innocent. No one expected Bob to retort in a flirty cat-and-mouse game.

But you knew.

And you wanted Bob so fucking bad.

And now, standing before you, wide-eyed, having just watched you masturbate to completion, Bob confirmed he wanted you too.

Silently, he floated over to the bed. You laid back, supporting yourself on your elbows and keeping your legs pressed together, watching Bob over top your knees.

He sank down in front of you, grazing his fingers from your kneecaps to your ankles. Your breath hitched as he looked at you through his thick lenses. “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

Awestruck, you nodded your permission. His soft lips ghosted your kneecap before firmly planting against the top of your shin. He peppered your legs with kisses and encouraged you to open them.

As your legs fell wide, Bob’s mouth trailed up one of your thighs, leaving wet kisses. The closer to your heat Bob came, the further back you laid. Your eyes remained on him the entire time.

Bob had a forearm across your abdomen, pressing you to the bed, and his smooth cheek laid against the soft inside of your thigh. He was looking at you, his warm breath splashing across where you wanted him most. “Can I kiss you?” he asked again.

A smile graced your features, as you threw your head back. “Fuck, Bobby! You can do whatever you want as long as you put your mouth on me!” you cried, bringing your head forward to look at him.

“As you wish, darlin’.” Bob turned his head and nipped the pristine skin of your thigh. You yelped as he then laved over it with his tongue. The tip of his tongue grazed the nearest lip and a shiver shot through you.

Gently, he sucked it between his lips, gently squeezing and running his tongue along it. He repeated the same motions on the other one. You tossed your head back as his broad tongue wiped across both lips and your swollen clit. Bob rotated, sucking on each. Entranced by his rhythm, your head fell further back.

While you weren’t looking, Bob snagged your vibrator and gently placed it against your pubic mound. Immediately, your head snapped in his direction. Before you could say anything, he slipped the sucker over the head of your clit and shoved two fingers into you. Thank goodness your breath hitched, otherwise the entire carrier would’ve heard you.

You also wanted to immediately close your legs, but Bob’s entire frame was between them. “It’s ok, darlin’, I enjoy hugs.” The smirk on his face and the pulse of the toy had you clenching around his fingers. A breathy sound fell from your lips, and Bob’s fingers continued to languidly curl against that spot that made you see stars.

“That’s it, darlin’.” Bob worshiped your thighs as he continued to work you with his fingers and your vibrator. Your breath shortened, your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut as the band in your belly snapped. A warm relief washed over your entire body—muscles untensing, your lungs deflating.

Bob removed the vibrator, but stayed between your legs, slowly pumping his digits. As you came down, Bob slipped his fingers out and sprinkled kisses around your thighs and abdomen.

While he explored your curves, you brought his hand to your mouth, pushing his fingers past your lips. Swirling your tongue around each digit, you relished the taste of yourself. An unsolicited moan escaped you as you sucked on his fingers. “Darlin’, I can think of somewhere else you could put those skills to use.” Bob used his tongue to tease your cleft.

“C’mere.” You tucked two fingers in the front of Bob’s khaki service button-up and pulled him toward you until your lips met. As Bob’s body covered yours, you slid your fingers down the front of his shirt, forcing the buttons from their holes. His khaki shirt hung open as he pressed his hard-on against your naked core. You pulled his t-shirt from his waistband, and then made quick work of his belt and pants.

It wasn’t long until Bob’s pants were pushed just below his ass as he pumped into you. “Bobby,” you sighed as your hand gingerly rested on his neck. You wanted so badly to run your hand through his hair, but you wanted him to be able to leave the room with his reputation intact.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spied your vibrator. A smile graced your features as you reached for it. Bob was too focused on his own pleasure to notice. Dual-ended, you clicked on the wand end.

As not to startle him, you first feathered it along his exposed abdominals. He shuttered but never faltered as he continued to snap his hips. Bob kept eye contact as you teased parts of him closer and closer to his cock. Finally, you reached the base of his length, and then continued onto his balls.

Almost instantly, he groaned, his hips stuttered and you knew he was going to come. “Stand up,” you told him, using a hand to nudge him back. He obeyed, keeping his gaze on you as you moved to your knees on the edge of bed.

Using his hand, he pumped himself as you switched positions. Ready for him to cum in your mouth, you took over and massaged him until your name slipped from his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes, as your plush lips surrounded his pink tip.

A soft “fuck” left his mouth as he tensed and his tip convulsed, spilling his seed into your mouth. You took it all, swirling the saltiness around before you opened to show him. Then you swallowed and opened your mouth again, sticking out your tongue.

“That was hot.” Bob dropped to his knees so you were more eye level. You pressed your lips to his, and he allowed your tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself. He hummed as his hand wrapped around the back of your neck so you couldn’t get away.

“Bobby,” you sighed as you parted. “I can’t believe that didn't happen sooner.”

His smirk returned. “Timing is everything, darlin’.” You smiled at each other, and you gave him another peck on the lips. He peeked down at his watch. “Speaking of, I should get out of here before Natasha makes an appearance.”

Leaning back on the bed, you spread your legs before him. Bob stared directly at your still glistening lower lips. He pressed a final kiss between your legs before he stood to his full height. Not expecting that, you giggled. “A good night kiss for a pretty pussy.”

Your mouth was agape hearing him say pussy—you wanted to hear it again.

Quickly, he pulled his pants back up and tucked in his shirt. Bob cursed under his breath as he buttoned his shirt. You cocked your head waiting for him to explain. “I’m missing a button.”

You smiled and stood to help him. In a matter of minutes you had taken the lowest button, which would be tucked in his pants, and stitched it in place of the missing one. Standing in front of him, you smoothed his shirt and straightened his collar. “No one will ever know,” you confirmed.

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thank you.” You really wanted to tackled him into your bed and fuck him again, but you kept yourself in check.

“Anything for you, Bobby.” Your response was calculated and he knew it. Just as he was considering pushing you onto the bed for another round, the door flung open.

Natasha’s expression changed to surprise. “Bob!” She tossed her hands up and slipped into the room. Clearly, Nat was riding a great buzz. “What’re you doing here?” Curiosity came into her tone.

Bob’s signature crooked smile appeared. “I was looking for you to help with a button, but instead I stumbled upon your roommate. She saved the day.”

“Ahh, yes!” Natasha walked toward her bunk. “We would’ve enlisted her help anyway. She sews all my buttons and tears.”

“Good to know.” Bob eyed you as he spoke. “See you both in the mess hall for breakfast?” He walked toward the door.

“Yes! Good night, Bob!” Natasha gleefully said.

“Good night.” Your voice had a sing-song quality to it. Bob winked so only you could see.

“G’night!” He pulled the door shut behind him.

Nat barely managed to change before falling into bed. You slipped under your blankets. The next morning, you were up well before Nat to shower and take care of the remnants of last night’s deeds.

By the time she woke, your bed was made and you were in the mess hall with Bob sipping coffee. As she got ready, she noticed something on the floor—a button. Nat picked it up and realized it was from a uniform. Then it dawned on her.

A smirk carved her lips as she finished getting ready. It stayed as she walked down the hall and entered the mess. You saw her and waved to signal where you and Bob sat.

She barely acknowledged you as she strode over. Her gaze was locked on Bob as she said his name. Her voice was curt but bore no malice. They exchanged looks. Then, Natasha put two fingers on the table and slid something in front of Bob.

You both waited to see whatever tiny object was under her fingertips. Her hand pulled back and there lay Bob’s shirt button. Both you and Bob did your best to remain stoic.

“Figured this might be yours.” She paused, eyes boring into Bob’s. “Curious, that it’s in our room…” Natasha trailed off as she turned to head toward the food line.

Just the two of you, you and Bob exchanged looks. Putting your coffee cup to your lips, you shrugged as you sipped. “At least she passed the vibe check.” Bob chuckled and sipped his coffee.

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HI can I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Venture sticking up for their S/O who's being picked on because they're just a lil bit chubby.............................. fem or gender neutral S/O preferably!!! I need some protective Venture!!! 😭

Also have fun writing!!!!!!!! I hope y'all get lots of requests!!!!!!!!!

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Aaaa ty sm for the request!!!! Both of us follow u so we were kinda like "HOLY SHIT" when we saw you send an ask sdikfv d -Frisk

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bro would 100% beat someones ASS for making fun of you

they know what its like to be picked on! They got a chipped tooth and some of their colleagues make fun of it sometimes, so they are SO pissed if they find out someone's been making fun of you too

They're mad, but their first priority is making sure you're okay, they'll deal with those jerks later >:C

If it happens often, they'll plan a nice little date night and buy you some nice ass clothes that show off your curves because they love you and want you to be confident! And also want to rub how pretty you are in the faces of anyone making fun of you-

Would absolutely be the type of partner to squeeze your tummy, just a lil, they can't help it! They love someone with a lil shape to em <3

After your date they 100% go fuck with whoever was teasing you, they have so many cursed artifacts and will absolutely just slide one into where ever the person messing with you is most to scare the shit out of them and also hopefully get them haunted

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(blurb written by Xorn <3)

The day has been great, you and Venture having a nice walk around the dig site, that was until you passed some coworkers. Unfortunately you'd heard a bit of a ranking they had going on; the hottest body on site, you heard a couple comments about how your body wasn't particularly favorable. Thankfully Venture had verbally torn your coworkers a new one. But it left you a bit distressed and distracted for the rest of the day. On the way home you fiddled with the belt loop of your pants sighing as you and Venture listened to music on your way back to home. Venture glanced over at you tilting their head briefly before focusing on the road. "Cariño mío , what's wrong? Did what those jerks say earlier get to you?" They huffed a little upset at the thought of you being upset. Especially over something that made you so beautiful to them. "A little, I don't really feel all that great about it though, I thought I would after we started working again but not really" You sighed looking over toward them as you tugged at your shirt, a light attempt to get it to stop hugging the curves around your stomach and sides. "(Y/n), You're perfect. You know what, Surprise date night! We're going out just to prove those fuckers wrong!" They grin, they're all too familiar but oh so cute , chipped tooth front and center in their smile. As you get home they usher you to the bedroom telling you to put on your nicest clothes. As you prepare yourself, still not all too confident in what they might be planning . However when you walked down you caught them in the act of making the living room look rather fancy. The moment they noticed you they scrambled for a fake rose and biting down on it to imitate a romantic man as they leaned on the couch. "Mi amor-" They started though they couldn't fully get it out as they began snickering and laughing at their own actions "-(Y/n) would you do me the honor of eating takeout and watching Prince of Egypt with me?" You couldn't help but chuckle, making your way to the couch as you cupped their cheeks. "Of course I would, thank you" You muttered as they pulled you to the couch, happily settling in beside you as they lightly played with your tummy. "I'll say it again , you're perfect! Like a hidden geode, no one knows how good you are until they've gotten to know you inside and out !"

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Postcard Marks the Spot

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: Canon typical torture that's about it in this one.

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Her throat was raw from screaming. If it hadn't been for the mouth guard she was sure she would have broken teeth from clenching her jaw tightly as the electricity pulsed through her. The numbness she felt once the machine stopped barely gave her relief.

Fight it. You can fight it. The words she constantly repeated on a loop from the moment they first placed her into the chair. You are strong enough to fight this. You made it through worse.

"Who are you?" A woman's voice filled the air but she refused to find the source.

This wasn't the first time she heard the question and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. It was a question to see how much of her memories had been taken. To gage how much more they needed to subject her through.

Her answers varied with each time. At first she only told them to fuck off. Or occasionally she'd get the chance to spit in the face of the doctor that stood too close to her. The more they began to chisel away at her, the more her answers changed.

Just a random stranger.

The person that's going to kill you when I get out of this chair.

An ex Avenger.

Y/N.

Phantom

The moment the mouth guard was pulled from her lips. She panted out her birth name. The name she had barely remembered from her time in the Red Room. The name that had been taken from her the moment she sat in the chair for the first time.

It was the name that held no real meaning to her anymore. She had felt more of an attachment to the fake name she had been going by for the last handful of years than the name she had been born with. Yet at that very moment, that's the only name she remembered.

She watched as the woman standing in front of her wrote on the clipboard after she had spoken. As she did, she tried to remember how she had gotten there or how she even ended up strapped to the chair. The more she tried to remember the more her head hurt, and not just from the process they subjected her to.

"Do you know who this is?"

Another question they kept asking her before holding up a series of photos. Sometimes it'd be a group photo of the Avengers at a press conference or individual photos of each of them. Other times it'd be a photo of her original handler or several other faces recognizable through Hydra’s history. And each time she gave the appropriate answer to ensure they knew her memory was fine.

Until it wasn't. It was taking her longer to answer. Longer to figure out if she actually knew who she was looking at. At the beginning she'd easily say their names without any hesitation. But as each session progressed, she'd fight harder to remember their names. Sometimes she couldn’t at all.

A photo of Bucky was held up for her to see this time. By the looks of it the photo had been taken on a mission. His brows had been furrowed in concentration as he held a gun up, ready to pull the trigger when needed.

There were plenty of things going on in the photo, but she could only get her eyes to focus on his eyes. How familiar they had been to her no matter how many times she had seen them before and during her current situation.

With the familiarity came a sadness that filled her chest. A pain that she no longer understood why it had been there as she looked at his eyes. But it lingered in the pit of her stomach. But she knew him. Otherwise there'd be no familiar feeling as she looked at the photo.

Her brows furrowed as she tried to get her brain to work. To pull the information out from behind the wall that is being put up. After a moment an echo of his laugh filled her mind.

His laughter had been contagious the whole night. It was a sight she hadn't seen before and she was enjoying every moment of it, committing it to memory as if it was the last time she'd ever hear him laugh like that.

His vibranium arm had been holding several bags filled with merchandise he had acquired through the night. Y/N had enjoyed watching him go from booth to booth and taking everything in before deciding that what the vendor was selling was worth the price and bought it without second guessing himself.

Taking Bucky to a smaller fantasy based convention for his birthday was something that he never once expected to ever do. But seeing the excitement on his face as he went through the whole day pulling her to the different booths that caught his attention had been worth it.

For the first time since completely turning her back on Hydra, she got to really get to know who Bucky was. And from the moment she found the flier advertising the convention, she knew she had to take him.

"You have no idea how much I needed this." Bucky said as he pulled her closer to his side and put his arm around her shoulder. "I don't know how to express how much I appreciate you pushing me to give this a chance."

"Seeing you this happy and excited is all the expression I need." She kissed his cheek before giving him a smile. "Happy Birthday Bucky."

"His name is James Barnes." She said a moment later as she lifted her head up slightly to look at the doctor in front of her. "He's an Avenger. Former Winter Soldier and hostage of Hydra, just as I am."

A small tsk followed by a sigh came from the doctor. Before she knew it, the mouth guard was being forced back into her mouth.

She braced herself for the blow. But no matter how many times she had experienced it, her body was never prepared for the current of electricity being sent through her.

At the sound of the door opening, the doctor didn't bother to look up from the page she continued to write notes on. "This process would go a lot faster if we had her book."

"That was never recovered." A soldier responded as he came to a stop beside the doctor. His eyes moved over to chair the moment a new wave of screams left her mouth. "We can only go by the pages we've found that Pierce had copied during his temporary time as her handler."

"And nothing has come up from when you captured her?" The doctor looked up at the soldier before checking the watch on her wrist.

"No." The soldier responded. "For all we know she could have destroyed it along with the base."

"What are the chances of inserting new commands?" The doctor asked as she wrote a few more things on the clipboard before nodding her head to her assistant, indicating to turn off the machine.

He watched as Phantom sagged in the chair, panting. He had seen the fire in her eyes the day they brought her in. As she opened her eyes, he could tell that fire had been snuffed out. There would only be a few more times needed if they were lucky.

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "There's only one way to find out. "

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It wasn't long after Bucky explained the meaning of the postcard that the team found themselves back on the quinjet. There was no actual plan of action or data to go off of. Only a destination based off of the location on the front of the postcard.

"What are the chances of her still being there?" Natasha asked, looking over at Bucky.

Their destination was only a few minutes away and all of them, especially Bucky were getting antsy. They weren't sure what would come from this trip. For it being 3 weeks since the postcard had been sent, they expected to almost find nothing once they landed.

"Slim to none." His attention was on the postcard in his hand. He hadn't put it down since Sam had handed it to him. His fleshed fingers would occasionally run along the grooves of her writing. "For her to send this, there had to be no other way of getting out of it."

"Then why send the postcard?" Sam asked.

Bucky’s eyes looked over the writing on the back for the millionth time. He could hear her words play through his mind. Okay, worst ever possible case scenario. He realized now that it wasn't just a random scenario. It was a just in case idea if either of them would ever need it.

He now understood why she had done it. They both had a past with Hydra. It was only a matter of time until someone attempted to get them within their grasp. Y/N knew she would be the easier target with the programming still locked within her mind.

This was her way of subtly adding in the details just in case something came up. And while the first stake out with the potential scenarios had been a few months after her escape from Hydra, she wanted it embedded in any way she could.

"It lets us know where to start looking." He responded a moment later. "Someone could have seen something. Or if she was keeping anything with her, that'd be where she left it. If we're lucky, we'll find something that will let us know at least in what direction Hydra went."

"Not to be the downer on the thought process," Sam began as he leaned forward in his seat. "What if that is the only thing we have to go on? She's been damn near impossible to even get a trail on after she stopped using the safe houses. For Hydra to find her, they've got something we don't and any trace of that could be gone."

That had crossed Bucky’s mind several times on the way over. Each thought process comes to the same two ends. On one hand there was a possibility that there'd be nothing else to go on. On the other, there was ache in his chest that screamed she'd leave something behind for him to find.

"What is it?" She asked as she finished wrapping her wounded hand in gauze. Bucky's brows had been furrowed as if he'd been thinking hard about something.

"Your hypothetical today." He said with a sigh. "I couldn't stop thinking about it."

She ran her good hand along her face. "Was it the Hydra question?" She watched as he nodded before she closed the distance between them. "If there's one thing I know, you'll always be free from them." She placed her hands on his cheeks as she looked up at him. "You're strong enough to fight without them getting into your head. And I'd be there guns ablazing to pull you out before they could try anything."

He chuckled as he placed his hands on top of hers. "Humor me. What's waiting on the other side of the postcard?"

She shook her head slightly, a smile pulling at her lips. "There’d be hope waiting on the other side. Whatever we have with us. My heart." They both chuckled. "If I ever needed to use Siberia, I'd make sure I'd leave whatever I could to help you find me. No matter how small or big it may be."

"You just have to trust me when I say this might be more than just a postcard." Bucky said as he looked over at Sam.

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Once landed, the team had split up. Bucky took one look at his surroundings and gave the others several locations to search. Especially places he knew would have vantage points of the town. While any other time he'd willingly go searching for any sign of Y/N, he knew he had to be the one to go to the shop on the postcard.

He, along with Tony and Natasha, began making their way through the center of the town. Vendors lined both sides of the street. And as the town normally did, crowds gathered at each vendor.

Bucky’s eyes had constantly been scanning the area. They never settled in one spot for too long. They were scanning for the shop or anything that could be lurking around. If Hydra was still around, he didn't want to be caught off guard.

When the small shop came into view, Bucky’s pace picked up as he made his way over. He hadn't cared if the others had taken a second longer to realize where he was going. He hadn't cared how the bell rattled loudly against the door as he roughly pulled it open moments later. He just hoped that there was something. Anything to lead him in the right direction of Y/N.

As he scanned his eyes over the shop, he noticed three things. One, the way a glare formed on the shop owner's face before his eyes widened in surprise. Second, was the empty spot in the aisle that Bucky could only assume once held shelves. And third, his nose could pick up on the lingering scent of bleach.

There was no doubt that something had happened within the shop. He felt some relief that something had happened instead of coming up empty the moment he walked in. He felt it in his gut that she had been there. That the postcard hadn't led to a dead end.

He could almost imagine the path into the shop she would have taken before she reached the rotating shelf of postcards. The back and front entrance was visible no matter where she was within the shop. Several aisles filled with anything she could possibly grab to help her. He understood why it had to be this shop.

"You're the Avengers." The shop owner noted as Tony and Natasha began to walk towards him. Bucky followed behind shortly after and noticed how the shop owner's face quickly steeled over as if he was supposed to be that way from the beginning.

"At least that makes things easier." Tony said as he looked at Bucky and Natasha before looking back at the shop owner. Tony opened his mouth to continue when the shop owner quickly interrupted.

"Are you safe?" Bucky watched as the man asked Tony. He seemed not to care about what Tony may have wanted to ask and it made Bucky curious as to why.

"Safe?" A confused look formed on Tony’s face. "Of course I'm safe." Tony then pulled up a projection of Y/N. "Have you seen her come in?"

The owner looked at the projection for a moment before shaking his head. "No." He looked towards Natasha. "Are you safe?"

The three of them looked at each other for a moment before Natasha nodded her head. "I'm safe. We're all safe. We're just looking for our friend to make sure she is safe."

It was Natasha’s words that clicked something in Bucky’s mind. Anyone else would have just given an answer about if they had seen Y/N or not. But this man had been intentionally avoiding any questions about Y/N.

All he cared about was asking if they were safe. A question that seemed pointless given the current circumstances. But Y/N had sent him a postcard with a coded message. A code that had been tied into the steps he had created with a scenario she had come up with for the sake of making a stakeout easier to handle.

The owner shook his head slightly before looking at Bucky. There was a look in his eyes, almost pleading that one of them knew how to respond. "Are you safe?"

An annoyed sigh passed Tony’s lips at the words but Bucky nodded his head. "Pancakes."

"What?" Both Tony and Natasha said at the same time.

"I'll explain later." Bucky shrugged.

A smile pulled at the shop owner's lips as he kept his eyes on Bucky. "Your preference?"

Bucky chuckled at the memory that crossed his mind. One that left him and Y/N tangled in each other before the smoke alarm went off. "Regular, but the burnt ones made the memories."

The shop owner nodded his head quickly. "One moment." He moved away from the counter and made his way towards the back room.

Bucky looked over to find Natasha and Tony sharing the same look of curiosity. Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "Y/N played this smart. Anyone else would have given you an answer about if they saw her. Not look directly at an image of her and lie before asking the same thing to the person standing next to you." He looked over at Nat. "He completely ignored what you said after asking. But when you mentioned we were making sure Y/N was safe, it hit me what the phrase was. So I gave it to him."

Before Natasha or Tony could respond in any way, the shop owner came back carrying a decorative box. One that was decent in size but small enough to be held in one hand.

"Your friend said to give this to you." He held it out for Bucky. Bucky gently reached out to take it from him. "She told me she'd only trust the person who could answer correctly. Said what was left of her life was in that box."

"Thank you." Bucky said as he brought the box closer to him. His eyes never left the lid of the box as he had.

I'd make sure I'd leave whatever I could to help you find me. No matter how small or big it may be.

Part of him was afraid to even look inside of it. If this was all she had kept with her, it added to the guilt that was already hooked within him. The other part of him wanted to know what items the box contained that would help put him in the right direction in finding her.

"Was this where she was taken?"

Bucky had heard Natasha’s voice ask the question. But his brain wasn't fully latching onto the conversation as his focus was now on opening the box.

"No. She killed two of them here before she left. Tourists saw soldiers take her down at the next block over."

She fought her way out.That would explain the empty space and smell of bleach. Bucky thought as he placed the box and the lid on the counter top in front of him. The box had been filled halfway with items Y/N had put in there.

At first glance Bucky could see some pictures. Pictures that made a small tick of a smile pull at his lips. A strip of photos from a booth stuck out and he gently pulled it out taking in the images.

His heart longed for the moments the camera had captured. The smile on both of their faces as they looked at each other instead of the camera. How her eyes had shined so beautifully as she looked over at him. Or how he kissed her at the right time for the last photo. The first time he ever kissed her was captured for them in a small square photo.

His face fell as that guilty feeling poked out at him. He hated himself for forcing her to leave. He hated that he waited so long to start visiting safe houses and leaving her messages. Messages that had been left unanswered as those safe houses stayed vacant.

Sighing, he placed the picture strip back on top and lifted the pile of photos to stand against the edge of the box. Underneath the photos were a few folded maps.

Maps of the different locations she had been in over the last year and a half. Circles and Xs were visible in certain locations. No doubt places she deemed safe and places to stay clear of. On the top right corner of the first map, her writing had caught his interest quickly.

If you're reading this, thank you for coming. You didn't have to, but you did. You are the only person who would understand the contents of this. Keep it safe. Keep it hidden. I trust you with it.

His eyebrow raised as he lifted the maps. Beneath them were two journals stacked on top of each other. One of them he recognized right away. The other not so much.

The one he recognized had been Y/N’s journal. One that she had kept with her on every mission, every vacation, and that she wrote in nightly. Her favorite color protected the pages she had been writing on. And by the simple glance of it, there were only a few more pages left untouched.

When he pulled the second journal out, his heart dropped. The black leather journal stared right up at him. The white lettering on the front was bright against the cover. The journal is newer in comparison to the one that still occasionally haunts his dreams.

His fleshed fingers ran over the etched lettering in the leather. Each letter he traced with his finger proved further that Y/N did her best to make sure no one could just come along and surprise her. She'd go down as herself and not as the asset they made her into.

As his fingers came to the last letter on the cover, flashes of a red journal appeared across his mind. How he loathed the memories of sitting in that suppressing machine and seeing the soldier in front of him read from the journal. How a journal such as that one, and the one in his hand, had the capability to take away a person's free will in an instant.

Phantom. The front of the cover stated. It wasn't a symbol like the one he had seen being used during his time in Hydra’s hold. A single word that held more secrets than a symbol.

Every detail about her time as Phantom was sitting in his hand. Her trigger words, the torment and conditioning she had been subjected to, along with notes from her handlers about her missions would be within the pages of the journal. The one thing that kept her from ever falling into the wrong hands without a fight and he now had it.

She trusted him with the very detailed past she tried so hard to keep hidden from him. Trusted him with the very thing that could be used against her time and time again if allowed. He had it in his hand and he wanted nothing more than to watch it burn.

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A Friendly Favor

Summary: Eddie wants your help asking Chrissy out. Unaware that you have feelings for your best friend. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (platonic), mentions of Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham Word Count: 612 A/N: Hella short and kinda angsty drabble. Let me know if y’all want more or a second part.

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Eddie ran into Family Video where you and Robin were busy stocking the shelves before the afternoon rush. The young man, once through the door, made a quick beline for you. He skidded to a stop next to you, nearly falling into the display you had painstakingly put together and sending it to the floor. You sent Eddie a quick glare which did little to wipe the smile from his face.

“How is my favorite Family Video employee?” He asked.

From across the store Steve Harrington yelled out a quick “Dude”. Eddie and you laughed at this.

“Busy Eds.” You rescinded, moving to the next display.

But despite the workload you were currently suffering through, the mere presence of your best friend was already doing wonders for your mood.

“Well I just thought you would want to know who I just spent most of the afternoon with.”

“Ozzy,” you teased.

At the teasing tone in your voice Eddie placed a quick flick to your shoulder. He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“I fuckin’ wish,” Eddie placed his hands on your shoulders. “But no, I spent all afternoon with Chrissy Cunningham. And she’s so…”

At the mention of her name you tuned out the rest of what your best friend was saying. Chrissy was everything you were not. She was popular and nice whereas you were looped in with the “freaks” and spoke your mind too much for your small town. She was pretty and knew it while you often stuck to shirts you had stolen from Eddie. There were no two people more different in the town of Hawkins. It was no wonder that she had caught the attention of Eddie Munson.

That much was obvious by the dreamy look in Eddie’s eyes.

Your heart clenched within your chest. A plethora of emotions running through your mind. But you willed them all down. Wanting to hide the pain that flooded your veins from your best friend.

“That’s awesome Eds,” you plastered a smile on your face. “How was it?”

Eddie sighed gently, a small smile pulling at the edge of his lips. “It was amazing. She so nice and so fucking funny. Like, I think I may like her.”

Your heart plummeted.

“Really?” you asked, hoping that Eddie couldn’t pick up on the faux joy lacing your words.

“Yeah, but I really need your help Y/N.” Eddie fiddled with his rings. Nervous that you were going to say no. “I don’t know how to ask her out without being a complete idiot.”

You took in a shallow breath. Hoping that it would stop your heart from racing right out of your chest.

“I’ll stop by after work. We’ll come up with a killer plan.” You shook his hands off of your shoulders. “There's no way in hell she’ll be able to say no.”

Eddie threw his hands in the air. Wide, goofy smile took over his face as he laughed. “You’re the fuckin’ best Y/N!.”

Eddie ruffled your hair quickly before practically skipping out of the store. You watched him dumbfounded until he was climbing into his van and driving away.

Robin peeked her head around the display. From there she was able to take in the pain maring your features. The way your mouth hung open slightly in shock. The way your eyebrows were pulled together, seemingly questioning what had just happened. And finally the way your arms wrapped around your stomach in an attempt to comfort yourself.

“He doesn’t know that you’re in love with him, does he?” Robin asked, her gentle voice barely penetrating the roaring thoughts in your brain.

You simply shook your head in response.

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Organs in the Wash Ch. 6

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Authors Note: Ruh-ro. BIG THANK U TO @bri-sonat for being my lil beta <3

WARNINGS: kidnapping, mentions of blood, violence

“We have officers waiting by the back alley and there will be two in a disguised car in the front. There is no way he is getting past us. All you need to do is wait up in your apartment. From his letters, he has been keeping tabs on the place.” Adrian explained as you sat in his passenger seat. The car was parked out front of your apartment and you were struggling to pull together the nerve to head up.

“Where is Miranda?” You ask quietly, looking up and down the sidewalk through the driver side window, wondering where she could be.

“Constable Hilmarson will be watching from an observation spot we have set up from across the street. She will be able to keep an eye on you.” Adrian pointed over to an internet cafe which sat on the corner and you were relieved at the idea of Miranda being inside. You wished you could see her beforehand, but from Adrian’s tone, he seemed to be in a rush.

With a deep inhale and exhale, you pull at the door handle and swing the car door wide, stepping from the car onto the street. Your heart was pounding in your ears and the thought of your legs giving out passed through your mind as you circled behind Adrian’s car and stepped up onto the sidewalk. It had been a week since the intruder broke into your apartment and you couldn’t say you were itching to return after such a short passing of time, but the police had put their faith in you, Miranda had put her faith in you, and you didn’t want to disappoint. You just wanted this to be over. Approaching the door to the apartment building, you reach out and grasp the door handle, flexing your fingers around the brass. If Miranda hadn’t known about you coming here, she would be furious.

She will be across the street. She will be across the street. She will be across the street.

You kept repeating the phrase in your head as you willed yourself to open the front door and begin your ascent up the stairs. Had your apartment building always felt this suffocating? With each step a pressure was building in your chest. Surely a panic attack wasn’t far off.

You kept waiting to hear Miranda’s voice from the bottom of the stairs, telling you to come back down so she could take you home. Her voice never called and now you were standing before your apartment door, unsure of what awaited you on the other side. Was he already inside? Did he have cameras waiting to catch you returning home? How long would you have to wait for him and his hunting knife to come and find you? Twisting the door handle, you push open the door.

All you could do now was wait.

-----

“Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?” Miranda came barreling into the makeshift headquarters Adrian had set up in the internet cafe. She was ready to scream and destroy anything in her path to find you.

Miranda had arrived home nearly an hour after you left with Adrian and she completely tore apart her apartment trying to find you. She checked every square inch of her apartment, growing more and more frustrated with each passing minute. Eventually all of her frustrated yelling and commotion drew the attention of Robin, who was feeling extremely guilty for leaving Miranda out of the loop. She had known Adrian was planning on using you for bait, but what she hadn’t expected was the visceral reaction from Miranda. Guilt overcame the smaller woman and she admitted everything to Miranda, trying to keep her calm as she did so, but it was to no avail. Miranda stormed down to the stake-out site with the sole intention of making Adrian pay for even thinking of putting you in danger like this.

Now she towered over him, hands gesturing wildly with each angry word, “Get her out of there now because if you don't, then I will!”

“You better watch yourself, Hilmarson!” Adrian stood and puffed his chest, but there was nothing that could have helped him dominate the argument physically when compared to Miranda’s height.

Miranda snarled, slamming her hand down on the desk to her right, “I better watch myself? This is absolutely fucking ridiculous! I’m going across the street right now and getting her myself!”

She had attempted to walk away from him, but he caught her wrist, “THE HELL YOU WILL! I have the opportunity to trap this son of a bitch and you won’t jeopardize that!”

“You have the opportunity?! Why you selfish, son-of-a-” Jerking her arm away, Miranda clenched her fists repeatedly considering striking her boss before deciding against it.

During this entire fight, Robin had circled the arguing pair to watch the live camera footage of the apartment over another officer’s shoulder. Everyone must have been so distracted by the commotion between the detective and constable to even notice you were no longer sitting on the couch.

Robin gave the constable sitting before her a firm whack on the shoulder, “Where did she go? Check the other rooms! Quickly!”

Miranda was over the constable’s other shoulder in a flash, observing the camera footage diligently to catch a glimpse of your face. That glimpse would never come. As they looked through the camera in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room, there was no sight of you or anyone else in the apartment.

Miranda didn’t need to see any more, she tore from the room, ignoring Robin and Adrian calling after her. She was unconcerned with everything around her, not checking for oncoming traffic as she sprinted across the street. Cars honked and drivers yelled from their windows, but Miranda could care less. Wherever you were, she was going to find you if it was the last thing she did.

Adrian quickly attempted to radio the undercover officers positioned around the apartment and none of them had seen you, or anyone else for that matter, exit the apartment. You had vanished into thin air.

Miranda was skipping steps as she made her way up to your apartment. Her mind was thinking of worst case scenarios, all ending with her never seeing you again. Pulling her gun, Miranda wanted to proceed with caution, but the thought of you alone with a killer made her reckless. She threw open your apartment door, gun at the ready as she began scouring your apartment.

Ducking in and out of each room, Miranda could see no trace of you, let alone any sign of a struggle. The one indicator another human had been there, however, was a short letter.

A letter written entirely in Deseret.

𐐔𐐨𐑉 𐐝𐐮𐐼𐑌𐐨 𐐑𐐲𐑊𐐨𐑅 𐐙𐐬𐑉𐑅,

𐐌 𐐲𐐹𐑉𐐨𐑇𐐨𐐩𐐻 𐐷𐐭 𐐸𐐰𐑌𐐼𐐮𐑍 𐐸𐐲𐑉 𐐬𐑂𐐲𐑉 𐐻𐐭 𐑋𐐨. 𐐆𐐻 𐐲𐑋𐐷𐐭𐑆𐑆 𐑋𐐨 𐐸𐐵 𐐷𐐭 𐑃𐐫𐐻 𐐷𐐭 𐐿𐐳𐐼 𐐻𐑉𐐮𐐿 𐑋𐐨 𐑅𐐬 𐐨𐑆𐐲𐑊𐐨. 𐐜 𐐰𐑌𐑅𐐲𐑉 𐐮𐑆 𐑅𐐬 𐑌𐐨𐑉, 𐐷𐐯𐐻 𐐷𐐭 𐐪𐑉 𐐺𐑊𐐴𐑌𐐼 𐐻𐐭 𐑄 𐐹𐐪𐑅𐐲𐐺𐐮𐑊𐐮𐐻𐐨𐑆. 𐐣𐐯𐑌𐐨 𐐲𐑂 𐑄𐐨𐑆 𐐬𐑊𐐼 𐐺𐐮𐑊𐐼𐐮𐑍𐑆 𐐸𐐬𐑊𐐼 𐑋𐐬𐑉 𐑅𐐨𐐿𐑉𐐮𐐻𐑅 𐑄𐐰𐑌 𐐷𐐭 𐐿𐐰𐑌 𐐨𐑂𐐲𐑌 𐐮𐑋𐐰𐐾𐐮𐑌.

𐐜𐐮𐑅 𐑀𐐩𐑋 𐐲𐑂 𐐿𐐰𐐻 𐐰𐑌𐐼 𐑋𐐰𐐳𐑅 𐐸𐐰𐑆 𐑋𐐨 𐑀𐑉𐐬𐐮𐑍 𐑋𐐬𐑉 𐐰𐑌𐐼 𐑋𐐬𐑉 𐐺𐐬𐑉𐐼 𐐺𐐴 𐑄 𐐼𐐩. 𐐑𐐲𐑉𐐸𐐰𐐹𐑅 𐐌 𐑇𐐳𐐼 𐑋𐐭𐑂 𐐪𐑌 𐐻𐐭 𐐩 𐑌𐐭 𐑅𐐮𐐻𐐨 𐐶𐐯𐑉 𐑄𐐯𐑉 𐐹𐐲𐑊𐐨𐑅 𐑁𐐬𐑉𐑅 𐐿𐐰𐑌 𐐫𐑁𐐲𐑉 𐑋𐐨 𐐩 𐑉𐐩𐐪𐑊 𐐽𐐰𐑊𐐮𐑌𐐾.

𐐔𐐭 𐑌𐐪𐐻 𐐶𐐲𐑉𐐨. 𐐟𐐨 𐐶𐐮𐑊 𐑌𐐪𐐻 𐑅𐐲𐑁𐐲𐑉 𐑊𐐫𐑍... 𐐊𐑉 𐐹𐐲𐑉𐐸𐐰𐐹𐑅 𐑇𐐨 𐐶𐐮𐑊. 𐐌 𐐸𐐰𐑂 𐐶𐐩𐐻𐐼 𐑅𐐬 𐑊𐐫𐑍 𐐻𐐭 𐐺𐑊𐐨𐐼 𐐸𐐲𐑉 𐐵𐐻 𐐰𐑌𐐼 𐐿𐐪𐑉𐑂 𐐸𐐲𐑉 𐐷𐐭𐐹𐐨... 𐐌 𐐸𐐩𐑂𐐲𐑌'𐐻𐐨 𐑋𐐩𐐼 𐐷𐐭𐐹𐐨 𐑋𐐴 𐑋𐐴𐑌𐐼 𐐷𐐯𐐻. 𐐌 𐐶𐐳𐐼 𐑊𐐲𐑂 𐐻𐐭 𐐫𐑁𐐲𐑉 𐐷𐐭 𐐸𐐲𐑉 𐑊𐐬𐐿𐐩𐑇𐐲𐑌 𐐻𐐭 𐐹𐑉𐐲𐑂𐐴𐐼 𐑋𐐴𐑅𐐯𐑊𐑁 𐐶𐐮𐑄 𐑋𐐬𐑉 𐐲𐑂 𐐩 𐐽𐐰𐑊𐐮𐑌𐐾, 𐐺𐐲𐐻 𐐌 𐐺𐐯𐐻 𐐷𐐭 wouldn'𐐻𐐨 𐐨𐑂𐐲𐑌 𐐺𐐨 𐐩𐐺𐐲𐑊 𐐻𐐭 𐐼𐐮𐑅𐐴𐑁𐐲𐑉 𐑄 𐐿𐑊𐐭𐑆 𐐶𐐮𐑄𐐵𐐻 𐐸𐐲𐑉 𐐸𐐯𐑊𐐹.

𐐢𐐲𐑂𐐮𐑍 𐑌𐐩𐐺𐐲𐑉,

𐐞𐐨

A letter Miranda snatched from the countertop to begin translating with the exact book she and you used weeks ago to translate the phrase carved into Maya Wren.

Miranda was struggling to translate the text without you, but she pushed onward, taking notes in her little notebook and sounding out the words as she went. A flurry of police officers moved around her, attempting to assess the scene, but she wasn’t responding to any of their enquiries or comments. She was far too focused on the task at hand. After nearly forty five minutes, Miranda was sure she had an assemblance of a translation.

Dear Sydney Police Force,

I appreciate you handing her over to me. It amuses me how you thought you could trick me so easily. The answer is so near, yet you are blind to the possibilities. Many of these old buildings hold more secrets than you can even imagine.

This game of cat and mouse has me growing more and more bored by the day. Perhaps I should move on to a new city where their police force can offer me a real challenge.

Do not worry. She will not suffer long... Or perhaps she will. I have waited so long to bleed her out and carve her up... I haven't made up my mind yet. I would love to offer you her location to provide myself with more of a challenge, but I bet you wouldn't even be able to decipher the clues without her help.

Loving neighbor,

Miranda read and reread the translation, trying to pick out the clues Z was referring to. She circled the portions she found to be the most relevant: ‘the answer is near’, ‘old buildings hold more secrets’, and ‘loving neighbor’. He had to be in this building or at least one nearby.

Too bad Adrian was too concerned with the phrase, ‘perhaps I should move on to a new city’ to even bother listening to Hilmarson’s theory. From there he spread out Sydney police officers, putting them at all of the major exits of the city.

——-

Miranda slammed her hands down on the wheel of her car repeatedly with Robin in the passenger seat shaking her head. There was no calming Miranda’s rage and Robin had taken her out to the car to keep her from throttling Adrian, “Fuck him! Fuck this! Fuck everything! She is out there ALL ALONE! With a killer! She is in one of these buildings and no one will listen to me!”

“Miranda.”

Miranda wasn’t about to be interrupted by Robin, “No! I’m not done! Everyone always thinks they are so much smarter than me because I am only a constable, but I am PERFECTLY CAPABLE! I’m going to find her damnit, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Miranda!” Robin tried once more.

“Stop trying to interrupt me! I’ll go at this solo if I have to! I don’t-“

“Miranda! I want to help you, but I need you to… calm down so we can get to work.” Robin interjected a little more harshly this time, needing her partner to give her the opportunity to speak. She winced when she used the words ‘calm down’, knowing it was the last thing Miranda wanted to hear. With Miranda now quiet, Robin trod lightly, not looking to be the cause of another outburst, “Now… where do we start?”

——-

“Wakey, wakey, little bird.” A hand gripping your face while lightly shaking your head back and forth woke you from a dead sleep. You hadn’t even opened your eyes yet and your skull was pounding from the pressure of being concious. The entire left side of your face was damp with drying blood from your kidnapper striking you repeatedly with a pipe, you assumed.

The memory if him entering the apartment and overpowering you so suddenly lingered at the forefront of your mind. Where had he even come from? One second you were alone and then he stepped from the hall closet. Had he just been waiting there the entire time? And where the hell were the police officers Adrian promised you?

“Let’s open those eyes and have a little chat, shall we?” That voice was all too familiar and you should have recognized it that night when he tried breaking into your apartment. The serial killer was your landlord.

He dropped your face and your chin fell against your chest. Slowly prying your lids apart, you stare down at his shoes. Your hands were tied behind you to the back of a chair and your legs were tied to the chair’s legs.

He begins his own monologue, recounting the deaths of the other women, just to give you some context for your own upcoming death. “Maya’s death was too easy. All those odd hours she kept? Brought her right over here and I could really take my time with her. And then there was Abbey from upstairs. Remember her? Or did they not tell you it was her lying on that slab in the morgue? And then there is you… You got away from me once because of that big, beast of a woman. Are the both of you dating yet or is this a will they won’t they thing? I guess it’s not like it matters anymore. You know, they say it’s bad practice to kill your tenants, but I’ll get a new batch of ladies soon enough.”

Miranda had told you Maya was the first victim, but no one told you who the second body belonged to. Abbey was the person who interrupted your first kiss with Miranda as she ascended the stairs to her apartment. Had no one connected Abbey to the apartment complex? If you would have known Maya and Abbey had died, then you wouldn’t have been in your apartment the night he tried killing you. Had Miranda hid this from you?

Your lack of response to his silly villain monologue spurred anger inside of him. He grabbed at your hair, twisting it in his fist to make you stare up at him, “You are a terrible conversationalist. Do you know that?”

You weren’t in any position to be openly defiant with him, but you sat there silent and unwavering. He seethed for a moment, but a smile began growing on his face, “Oh… I’m going to enjoy this.”

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justagalwhowrites · 8 months

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Hi! Just wanted to say that I love you writing, and love how you write angst !!

Asking this anonymously because, I found out I need a third open heart surgery.

I was wondering if you still take request how would Joel feel about his significant other having a third heart surgery and finding him not being able Toby e kids because of it.

As much angst as you want.

Btw, I’ll be fine, it’s the third time they are doing it, im schedule for 5 surgeries! It’s all good, cardiomyopathy is chill when the doctors know what they are doing! 😅

OMG Hi Bestie!

I am so honored that you'd reach out about such an intimate ask. I hope your surgery goes/went well and that you're doing great!

Hopefully, this is something like what you're looking for!

Heartache

Joel looks out for you as you're treated for cardiomyopathy.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader with Cardiomyopathy

Warnings: Medical stuff! Light smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 2.5k

If there was one thing Joel hated, it was not having control.

He’d never really been happy at a job site until he was a manager, the one running SOMETHING. That way, he knew it was done right.

It had made life with Sarah’s mom difficult, back when she was at all in the picture, because when she actually took charge of anything, it ended up being a mess Joel had to clean up.

Hell, even just letting Tommy man the grill at family cookouts grated on him. He seemed to love to turn steaks too frequently, never giving them the time they needed on any one side. Joel had to grit his teeth and tried not to watch Tommy fuck up perfectly good cuts of meat.

But at least then you would slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers through his own, and kiss his shoulder, whispering “You know it’ll be fine, Babe” under your breath. You tried not to giggle when you said it, Joel could hear it in your voice.

You couldn’t do that now. Not when you were under anesthesia and he was stuck, sitting in a waiting room, waiting to hear that you were OK.

No, this kind of out of control, Joel had learned, he was especially bad at.

It started a few years earlier, not all that long after meeting you, really.

Joel had first bumped into you - literally - at a park. Sarah was playing, showing off some variation of a cartwheel she’d invented, when Joel saw a dog - a big dog - running right for her. He didn’t think about how to react, he just did, racing to put himself between his daughter and the unknown animal, only watching her and the dog when you ran smack into is side, sending you both sprawling to the ground.

“Ow, shit,” you groaned, sitting up and clutching your head. Joel turned only to see Sarah, flopped on the ground as the dog licked all over her face, tail wagging. Joel sighed in relief, going back to figuring out how to untangle his legs from yours.

“I’m so sorry, he’s usually better behaved than this but he’s all keyed up because we were at the vet earlier,” you said, tugging your leg back into yourself and looking at your knee. “I didn’t have as good a hold on his lead as I should have, he saw a rabbit and took off…”

“S’fine,” Joel said quickly, noticing you properly for the first time. You were in a little dress that showed off your legs, your eyes still bright and beautiful as you watched your dog play with his daughter. You were pretty. Really, really fucking pretty. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “No harm done.”

“Yeah, he’s a gentle giant,” you smiled, getting up. “He looks scary but, since I live alone, definitely more of a feature than a bug. He’s really just a big teddy bear.”

You called the dog over and looped the end of his leash around your wrist before you introduced yourself and Joel did the same, not able to take his eyes off you and your warm smile.

“Hey Dad!” Sarah ran over, some of her curls pulled free from her springy pigtails and wild around her face. “Dad, did you see? Did you see me with the dog?”

“Yeah, Baby Girl,” he laughed a little. “I saw.”

Your dog licked her hand, wagging happily.

“He likes you,” you smiled, squatting down to be on Sarah’s level as you gave the dog a scratch. “His name is Pluto!”

Sarah’s eyes got big.

“You mean like the dog from the cartoons?”

“Exactly,” you smiled. “He’s my best friend and he’s got very good taste, so if he likes you that means you must be pretty great.”

“Dad!” Sarah turned to Joel, her eyes still big. “Can Pluto come over to play?”

“Kiddo…” he sighed.

“Please?” She pouted. “You never let me get a dog, I want to play with a dog and he likes me and…”

You caught Joel’s attention over his daughter’s shoulder as you mouthed “it’s OK with me” at him. He smiled a little at that, you giving him an out so he wouldn’t have to be the bad guy with his daughter if he said no.

And he knew he probably should say no. The reason he said no dogs was because he worked too much and he didn’t want to leave a dog, alone and neglected, at home all day. Giving his six-year-old daughter ideas about a pet probably wasn’t the best idea.

And then there was you.

You were so pretty and so obviously good with Sarah you were practically temptation on legs. Invite you over and he’d be asking for trouble.

But Sarah loved your dog.

And Joel sure as hell wanted to see more of you.

“Want to come over for dinner?” Joel asked. “I’m just makin’ burgers but…”

You smiled, wide and bright and beautiful.

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

You came over that night and, in a way, you never really left. He watched you play with his daughter and your dog and put potato chips on your burger and find new music to add to his playlist once you heard what he liked to listen to, taking Sarah’s hands and dancing with her on the grass. It was the most fun Joel had had in years.

It was a year and a half later, when you fainted at work.

Joel was frantic when he got the call from your boss. You’d moved in just a few months earlier and Joel was almost waiting for something to go wrong. He’d never had anything go so right for so long in his entire life. Something going wrong was inevitable.

It didn’t seem right that it should go wrong for you.

“Joel,” you said, a wan smile on your face as you sat up in your hospital bed when he ran in. You looked so small and pale and he all but ran to you, sitting on the edge of your bed and taking your hand. “I’m fine, I’m OK, it’s OK.”

“Shouldn’t I be comfortin’ you?” He asked, smiling just a little even though he was having a hard time focusing on anything but the monitors that were attached to you.

“You look more upset than me right now,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “Really, babe, I’m fine. I just didn’t have enough to eat today and I got up too fast, that’s all.”

That’s not all it was.

It took them some time to figure out - and Joel pointing out that you seemed tired and lightheaded and your pulse felt strange below his fingers sometimes - but you had cardiomyopathy.

He was with you when the doctor handed down the diagnosis and you frowned, your eyebrows knitting together.

“What does that mean?” You asked. “It sounds serious….”

“It is,” the doctor nodded. “It’s a disease of the heart muscle, it makes it harder for the blood to pump through the body. It can even lead to heart failure. The good news is, we have treatment options…”

You sat there, eyes wide, clutching your purse on your lap. Joel took your hand and tried to take in every word the doctor said. He was going to do this with you. In you he’d found the one person he wanted to do everything with, the only person besides Sarah he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life. He might not understand what was wrong with you but he was going to figure it out.

When the two of you got home that afternoon, you were still in a state of shock. Joel walked with you to the kitchen table and got you a glass of water, sliding it in front of you. You just stared at it, your eyes a little wide.

“Honey,” Joel said, his voice calm. “It’s OK…”

You shook your head a little and drank the water before you set the glass back down, putting your hands in your lap and meeting his gaze from across the table.

“I understand that this was a lot more than you bargained for,” you said, your voice steady. “I don’t expect you to take care of me through all this, I can call my mom, I’m sure she would let me move in…”

“Why are you talkin’ about movin’?” He frowned, cutting you off.

“I mean, you heard the doctor,” you said. “There are surgeries and…”

“So?”

“Joel,” you shook your head and smiled a little. “You have a daughter and a demanding job and…”

“And I love you,” he said. “Not gonna let you do this without me.”

It was rough at the start. He went to all your appointments with you. The doctors decided surgery was the best route and Joel spent hours researching everything he could. It felt like he’d be able to do it himself by the time you went under the knife the first time.

He didn’t think that made him any less anxious about it, though.

It was at a follow up appointment that the two of you got more bad news.

“Wait,” you said, cutting your doctor off. “I’m sorry, I just… You’re making it sound like I won’t be able to have children. Is… is that true?”

“Unfortunately,” the doctor sighed heavily. “Yes, that’s true. There was just too much damage to the tissue and even with the work we’re doing, it wouldn’t be safe to put your body under the strain that pregnancy demands…”

You held it together until the two of you were in the truck, the floodgates breaking the second the door was closed. Joel tugged you against him, stroking your hair, kissing your forehead.

The two of you had talked about children, of course, but you were both undecided. You were both still young, you thought you had time to figure that out later.

“I’m so sorry, Joel,” your voice was wet. “I know we didn’t know what we wanted yet but… I thought I’d still get to choose and not have something else choose for me. I understand if this changes…”

“Marry me,” he said.

You sat up from him and sniffed, wiping your eyes.

“What?”

“Marry me.”

You just looked at him, frozen and blinking for a moment.

“No,” you shook your head. “No, you don’t mean…”

“Yes, I do,” he said. “Marry me.”

“Joel…”

“Only way I want more kids is if they’re your kids, Baby,” he said. “Whether they’re ones we made or ones we adopted, I wouldn’t care, as long as it’s with you. You not being able to have kids doesn’t make a damn difference to me, I love you. Marry me.”

You smiled a little through your tears and leaned over to kiss him gently.

“Let’s talk about that when we’re a little less emotional,” you said.

He brought it up again that night.

The two of you had gone to bed and Joel had fully intended to keep his hands to himself. You, however, had other ideas.

You kissed him and moaned against his lips and he gave into you, pulling your nightie over your head and slipping your panties down your legs before slipping inside of your tight, wet heat with a satisfied groan.

He worked your body, knowing you so well after almost two years together, pressing deep as you tightened around him, sucking your nipple into his mouth, stroking your clit as you got closer and closer to coming around him.

“Let go for me,” he sucked at the vulnerable skin of your throat, pressing so deep inside you as he did. “Come for me, come all over me, give it all to me…”

You obeyed, coming hard around him, your hand flying to his back to clutch him close as he worked you through your orgasm, too.

After, he pulled you on top of him as he lay flat on his back, your soft body spread over his and you sighed contentedly.

“Marry me,” he said again, brushing your hair back.

You laughed and shook your head.

“You really don’t have to…”

“I know,” he cut you off, reaching blindly into the top drawer of his bedside table. He fumbled blindly through it until he found the small, velvet box at the back. He pulled it out and pried the lid open with his nose before turning the box so you could see it. Your eyes went wide, a single diamond almost watching you from its place in the box. “Not just sayin’ it, Baby. Had this for a few weeks. Planned to take you somewhere special to ask once we had the chance but… seemed like this might be the right time.”

“Joel,” you breathed, taking the box, your hand trembling. “This is… I…”

“Marry me,” he said again. “Love you, more than anything. I want to do everything in life with you, the good stuff, the bad stuff, doesn’t matter. It all means more with you. Marry me.”

“Yes,” you said quickly, looking from the box to his eyes, smiling broadly. “Yes yes yes yes yes!”

Joel smiled.

“Oh, is that a yes?” He teased a little. “Just wanted to make sure…”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, burying your face in his chest. He just held you close as you looked back at him, stretching up his body to kiss him.

“That’s a yes,” you whispered.

“Good,” he said, taking the ring from the box and sliding it on your finger. “Because I love you. Love you so damn much.”

“I love you, too,” you smiled against his lips as you kissed him.

You got married just a few months later.

“Mr. Miller?” The doctor came out from the operating room and he all but jumped up to meet him, his stomach in knots. It felt like he’d been sitting there for days, stuck in a state of limbo where he had no control.

“That’s me,” Joel said quickly. “How’s she doin’? How’d it go?”

“Everything went great, Mr. Miller,” the doctor smiled broadly and Joel relaxed a bit. “Your wife is doing very well, you can head back and see her in just a minute…”

Joel nodded along as the doctor filled him in on everything and he did his best to pay attention. But it was hard. All he really cared about was getting back to see you. Everything else seemed like it could wait.

After what felt like a small eternity - but could only have been a few minutes - Joel was led back to your room, where you were just coming out of the anesthesia, still groggy but you smiled at him all the same.

“Hey babe,” you smiled, reaching for him.

He smiled back, taking your hand before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Hey Baby,” he took your face in his hand. “How’s that heart of yours?”

“All yours, Joel,” you smiled a little, settling back into your pillow. “All yours.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #send asks #kit answers #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc

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gosmigenergy · 7 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Sixteen

( Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader )

SPEECH/MOVEMENT RESTRICTION / BODY WORSHIP (GENITALS) / VAMPIRES/WEREWOLVES

Summary: Santiago treats you to something you can both enjoy.

Day Sixteen of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, body restraints, Dom!Santiago, light spanking, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), cream pie, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k

Santiago wanted to step it up a notch.

You had done so well with the wrist restraints yet the pair of you had already exhausted all the options. You were quite happy to let him take you like that over and over again, he needed something different.

Scrolling through the sites whilst you were with the other guys, he considered his choices. He didn’t want something that scared you off with all it’s chains and locks yet not something too elaborate that even he didn’t have any idea how to use it. Shibari was an art he was practicing and sometimes, it was time consuming and it was too early to be buying a sex swing.

Been as you liked the wrist restraints, the addition of ankle ones shouldn’t be much, then something caught his eye. He pushed his chair back, dragging his hand down his face before he looks at it again.

He added it to his cart.

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“I got a present of you,” he smiled.

“Really?”

You got up, giddy with excitement, Benny was rubbing off on you.

He put a hand on your shoulder, “Honey, calm down.”

You balled your hands into fist, piercing your lips together. He was always giving you something, occasionally it was an item to use everyday but most of the time, it was sex related. Something you to use together.

He handed you a box with both hands.

The weight surprised you, it was heavier than any of the other parcels he gave you, a little bit bigger too. You rocked it back and forth but it was so well packed, there was barely any movement.

“Can I open it now?”

He nodded, smiling as you scuttled off to the kitchen. Sitting on the couch, he waited for you to come back, clearing everything from the coffee table. You come back with a small knife and place the box on the table and come to your knees opposite him.

It was like you were opening a Christmas present.

You sink the point through the tape and open it to reveal another box, black and matte to the touch. Tossing aside the other box, you gently put the other to the table. Wherever he orders from always has the lushest packaging, a delicate ribbon tie sealing the parcel shut. You take it between your thumb and index finger and pull, unfurling the neat bow.

You lean in, taking a peek inside with a curious hum.

The bar is cold in your hand as you lift it out.

“This isn’t to hit me with is it?”

He chuckles, “No.”

He loved how naive you were.

You notice the looped pins and blinked at him, he cocked his head to indicate there’s more in the box.

Your fingertips are greeted by soft leather and you proceed to pull out small four restraints and a bag with four metallic snap hooks.

“This is gonna make things interesting,” you say.

“It certainly is.”

It wasn’t long until you were perched at the end of his bed, already stripped down to nothing. Santiago was carefully buckling the restraints around your ankles and wrists when he observed the goosebumps raise to the surface. He stroked your leg, palms warms.

“Sorry,” you blush, “already getting ahead of myself.”

He smiles wide, “I’m glad I have that affect on you.”

The snap hooks attach to the rings with ease.

He straightens up and lifts your chin, his thumb trailing along your lip. Timidly, you poke out your tongue and lick before he allows you to take the digit in your mouth and suck. His eyes darken when you release it.

“On your hands and knees, honey.”

You do as you’re told.

Crawling to the top of the bed, you wait for him to get the bar and return to you. He climbs on the bed and you hear the click as the first snap hook is fasten.

“I’m gonna spread you wide, ok? I know you can take it.”

You glance over your shoulder at him, “Ok.”

His hand comes above your right ankle and he guides it out and you move your knee to its final position. He attaches the other ankle and you feel the pull as the pole sinks into the bed, he rubs your ass. Your arousal was already present, beginning to wet your folds.

He shuffles to your front and brings his mouth to your ear.

“You look so fucking good already.”

You giggle, the temperature in your cheeks rising yet again.

Taking hold of your wrist, he guides your chest gently to the mattress with his free hand, pulling your arm behind you. He notches your elbow against your hip and brings your wrist close to the bar. He clips it into place and instinctively you tug however you barely move.

He moves over to your right and takes the other wrist.

Your head snaps to meet his face, a fleeting memory of the pain when he put you in this position perviously.

“This isn’t going to hurt, is it?”

“Just some aching muscles tomorrow,” he kissed your forehead, “promise.”

You nod, taking a breath to relax your body before he contorted you.

With the final snap hook in place, the only way you could get comfortable was to rest your shoulders to the duvet and turn your head to the side. He hopped off the bed and whipped of his briefs, cock flaccid.

Returning to the bed, the mattress rocks with his shifting weight.

You almost flinch as his fingers graze the backs of your thighs.

“Relax, honey.”

“You say that but then you did come at me from behind, no warning.”

He smirks, “Where’s the fun in that?”

He continues up your legs and over the cheeks of your ass before the sensation stopped. There was a light sting as he brought his hand back with a slap. You grunt, hands pulling in their wrist restraints.

He scoffs.

“You’re going to enjoy this aren’t you?”

He spreads your ass cheeks apart and inspects, “If you keep running your mouth, I’ll be buying you another present.”

You hum, “You haven’t got me one already? You’re off your game.”

He spanks you again, harder this time.

You deserved that one, you weren’t being a good girl, biting your lip to keep your mouth shut.

Santiago was considering adding something else to the order, a whip or a paddle, maybe both. At this angle you were ripe for punishment, if he got something with enough width, he could definitely get your pussy at the same time.

He gives a couple more slaps on your ass for good measure.

He sunk two fingers into your opening, spreading your juices over your folds, his cock twitching at the sound of your sweet moans. His thumb grazes your clit as he pushes back into your slick cunt and you attempt to nudge him deeper. Placing a hand between your shoulder blade, he shoves you back down.

You mewl, nails digging into your palms, your pussy pulsing as your arousal grew.

His cock started to swell, the length growing heavy.

He pumps in and out until your cunt squelches around his fingers, until your folds are slippery and that pearl of nerves is sensitive to his touch.

Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucks the taste of you over his tongue.

You clench around nothing, eyes fluttering shut as he exaggerates the noises he makes.

Smiling to himself, he takes his cock in his hand, spreading the precum over the tip with his fingers. He closes in on you, slapping his length against your fluttering folds and a lengthily groan comes from your lips. Lining himself up, he pushes into you slowly, just notching passed your entrance.

He brings both his hands to your hips and gently rock you back and forth.

Your shoulders bounce against the bed softly, the warmth spreading across your lower back as you take his cock snugly in your walls. This was nice, steady but you wished for friction, for his force.

He’d get to that.

Right now, he was admiring how looked underneath him. How you back curved upwards, how the meat of your ass rippled slightly on the rebound, how your brows knotted as he skimmed the soft spot in your cunt.

He spread his hand to rest at the end of your spine, thumb reaching over the tail bone to stroke your asshole.

Your breath hitches.

You wondered whether he’d be willing to do it, stick it in without the vinyl to protect it. You always made sure you were clean there in case the day ever came where he wanted you in both holes or the day when he’d finally tell Benny he could take you there.

His sixth sense knew your mind was elsewhere.

He met your rock back with a thrust, filling you to the hilt, holding you there as he gave a growl.

“Fuck!”

You shudder, spreading your fingers as your arms shake. Your chest and stomach expand as you try to take a deep breath, slow your heart rate as your desire threatened to take over.

He takes your slick on his thumb before coming back to your asshole.

“Is this what you want, honey? You want my thumb in your ass.”

You quiver and sob as he circles your puckered hole.

He wants you to use your words. Keeping his cock inside you, he lowers his chest against your back and his breath trickles hot down your neck.

“Hm? You want me to put it in there?”

“Oh my god,” your voice is squeaking. “Yes, yes.”

It’s quick like he had no resistance from your asshole at all but god, is it good.

He straightened up, swaying a little as he positioned himself. You knew he was preparing to pick up the pace, he pulls his hips back then pushes into you full force. You sigh in unison, your wall tightening around his twitching cock. He does it a couple more times before he plows into you over and over frantically.

You scream his name as he ruts you into the bed, the headboard shaking.

The room is filled with noise from your muffled cries as you press your forehead down to his animalistic grunts, from the harsh slaps of skin on skin and the creaking of the wooden joints in the frame.

Your eyes screw shut, the white spots appearing in your vision as your mind swirls.

He’s relentless in finding his release, your walls hugging his length. You feel every inch of him, his vein, his ridges, the slight curve that hit just the spot. Your asshole constricted around his thumb as he gripped harder to your hips.

You were gasping for air, the heat filling your lungs, spreading around your chest and up your back. Toes curling, the next blow tips you over the edge and his cocks slips out as your juices gush from your pussy.

“Oh,” he brings the tip back to your folds and tickles your clit to get more from you. “That’s my girl.”

You feel the spray against your thighs, droplets trailing down your legs as you vibrate, hips dropping. He pops out his thumb, holding onto your waist with both hands to hold you upright. Slipping your head to the side, you breathe, the sweat clinging to your temple as you continue to tremble.

He envelopes you, palms drawing along your stomach and over your breast to hook under your shoulders. Pressing his face to your back, he kisses along your spine until the aftershocks settle. Coiling a hand round, he lines himself up and pushes his cock in softly.

There’s another kiss on your back as you groan, walls flittering around his length.

His hand returns to your shoulder, bracing you as he rolls his hips and shallowly thrusts. He takes his time with long strokes, following your hips as they buck forward. As he edges closer, his hands become stronger, grunts louder as his breath teases down your neck.

You were still lost in a pleasurable haze, barely able to come down from your orgasm.

He slams into you and you know he’s almost there.

His hips come for you harder, his pace quickening. You can imagine him, jaw locked with creased brows, eyes blown black. His stomach would be held inward, his usual pert butt would be clenched as he becomes overwhelmed by his release. He unleashes a hoarse grunt as he spills his seed into you, his weight collapsing on top of you.

He pumps his cock within your walls a few more times before he settles, forehead firmly against your back.

There’s a brief pause before his hands relax and he drunkenly picks himself up.

“I’m just going to get a towel.”

You nod, eyes shut.

His lifts his upper body up before gently pulling out of you, his thick cum dribbling out audibly and you hear him smile at the view.

When he enters the bathroom, you hear the water run as he washes his hands then dampens a cloth. As he enters the room, he picks up his phone and comes to the side of the bed. He brushes the hair from your face before clearing the sweat off your skin, watching the smile come to your lips.

“Mind if I take a picture?”

You open one eye, “If I say yes, will you let me out of the cuffs.”

He takes a couple of steps back and there’s a fake noise of a camera shutter.

Resting on the bed, he takes the snap hook off your left wrist and ankle then the right, picking up the bar and placing it out of the way. You stretch like a cat, reaching your hands up and resting your hips to your ankles. Once the strain has subsided, you roll onto your back and unfurled your legs, planting them on his.

Santiago takes hold of your ankle and starts to unbuckle the leather harness.

“So, are you going to show the guys?”

You know they have a group chat were they share this kind of shit.

He shrugs, “Maybe.”

He continues to focus on unleashing you from the restraints, moving onto your wrists.

“Is it just for you?”

He smirks, he would gladly use it when he didn’t have you and you wouldn’t judge him for that, there was something else though.

“Santi, what are you not telling me?”

He grabbed the cloth and ran it down your stomach when his eyes flicked to you.

“Let’s just say, Benny isn’t the only one who posts stuff online.”

He wiped your messy cunt to stop you asking any more.

#kinktober 2023 #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #kinktober

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gyumibear · 6 months

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✂️ three's a crowd — 01: everything ends (written + sns)

synopsis — being an ex-obsessive fan is hard, but you've been doing well so far. that is until your rival is revealed to be dating choi soobin, the idol you've been dreaming of for years! so, now your road to recovery is detoured because you're not going to let that slide. you're going to break them apart at all costs. doesn't she know three's a crowd?

taglist — (open! if bold, i couldn’t tag you) — @imsiriuslyreal @run2seob

warnings — mentions of mental illnesses (taking meds), thoughts of violence.

(wc: 200+)

Two weeks ago.

“Do you have everything you need?” Taeyong stared up at you, his hands working neatly to finish looping your shoelaces. “Your water, pills…?”

“Yeah…”

“Remember, if anyone’s mean to you, just call us. Okay?” Yuta crossed his arms, a small grimace on his face at the thought of any negativity directed your way.

“Mhm.”

“Yn, seriously.”

“Okay. I will.”

“Good.”

Taeyong stood up, dusting off his baggy jeans. You all stared at each other, nobody wanting to break the silence first. The three of you were standing outside of your dorm, Yuta leaning on the passenger’s side door of his truck. They’d finally moved you into your “new home” and were about to start the four-hour drive back to their home. Your old home.

“Bring it in, kiddo.” Yuta pushed himself off the door, opening his arms wide.

You stepped into the hug, his familiar warmth surrounding you. Shortly, another pair of arms surrounded the both of you. You thought you heard a low sniffle, but Taeyong never cries.

“You’re going to have a great time,” Taeyong said, squeezing you tighter.

“Such a great time.” Yuta parroted.

“I know.”

“And you can always come home if you need to.”

“I know.”

“Love you,” Yuta pat your head.

“Love you guys too.”

“We know.”

You stepped away first, trying your best to keep a strong face. You looked at Yuta and Taeyong for the last time, noticing the sad smiles on their faces. You ran forward and hugged them both one last time before quickly walking back inside the dorm before you could change your mind.

Now.

a/n — sumin & yn are roommates! i wonder how that’s gonna go in the long run… also yes, yn does have random thoughts of violence, but her meds do tend to help. always feel free to lmk if there’s some things that should be worded differently!

previous / masterlist / next

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elletheactualmenace · 11 months

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Misty Day Date

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: A cute, misty, rainy day date with Peter.

Warnings: None really any, just fluff.

Word Count: 1.7k (I think…)

a/n: I wrote this with a fem!reader in mind, but I think you can read it as either, so do what you will with that information. Also this is not prof read, so I apologize for any mistakes, if I get the energy I will reread it later.

There is a jingle of a bell as you walk into the coffee shop. Its small, but cute and the perfect date site. You had a long week and are in desperate need of Peter. And like always he didn’t say no. So here you were on a Saturday afternoon in Columbus circle at a little local coffee shop.

The jingle of the bell has Peter's head wiping up. He had arrived surprisingly early because he was in the area. There is a cup of hot chocolate opposite him, and a cup of coffee in his hands. You plop into the seat across from him and smile.

“Hey, sorry Im late,” You pull off your sweatshirt and hand it on the back of your chair.

“No,” He laughed out, “I'm just early, which is weird even just saying out loud,” You snicker along with him. Peter's hand slips into yours and your smile widens. In your other hand you take a sip of your hot chocolate.

The weather has been a bit gloomy all week, and if you were honest it was one of the reasons the week had been so long and exhausting. You loved foggy days and rain, but in portions like days, not in weeks. Thats why this date with Peter was so important to you. Just talking to him lifted your spirt.

“So, how has your day been so far?” He asks genuinely curious. His chin is resting in his hand, and the other is still snug with yours. You assume he either finished his drink already, or he was putting it off so he could talk to you. The thought alone made your heart swell.

“Eh, It was fine, Im just glad we are finally together.” You admit, “Im honestly looking forward to that walk in the park you promised,” you chuckle to your self at the cliché. It was just that, cliché, but romantic either way.

“Well, if you want, we can go now. You can drink while you walk right?” He asks is a teasing manner.

“No, I don’t think I can,” You swoon and pretend like its to much to bare, “I think I will need a hero to save me, its to difficult.” You dramatically sigh and Peter laughs and your idioticness. He love you so much, every part of you, even the overly dramatic, even if it was pretend.

“Oh, well you’re in luck,” He quips, “I know a special friendly neighborhood hero who wouldn’t mind helping.” You roll your eyes but laugh. Peter stands up and extends his hand out for you to take. You take it faking the bashfulness in your voice. “For me?” You ask, he smiles and nods. “Yes, for you, only for the best.”

You smile and take his hand, standing up. Peter helps you with your coat, holding it so you can slip your arms into the sleeves. You smile, thank him and kiss his check. Peter quickly snatches your drink from the table and give it to you.

You loop arms with him and walk to the door. The giggle sounds as you pull it open and the staff at the counter bid you a good afternoon. You take a sip of your still hot, hot chocolate. The taste makes your tongue tingle with the hot chocolaty sensation.

The walk to the park is short. After two cross walks and a random biker you and Peter were at the park. The entrance is a misty haze of nature and city mixed in one. It was breathtaking. That’s what you have always thought about your city when it rained.

The rain had past a while ago but the left over water made it clear that it had in fact rained. A couple hours ago you would have been miserable, even with the beautiful weather. But know it’s amazing, because you’re with Peter.

Peter’s arm unlinks with yours and a your eyebrows scrunch. Then he takes your head in his and squeezes it with a smile. You take another sip of your warm drink.

“Hey, Baby?” Peter turns to you and you non for him to continue. “When was the last time you played at the playground?” You stifle a giggle at his random off topic question.

“What d’ya mean? Like properly play? Like skip and swing and run around?” You ask turning to face him more.

“Yeah properly! Like uh.” He pauses thinking of the correct wording, “like frolicking with friends,” now you laugh, loudly.

“You did not just say frolicking,” he looks at you confused, but amused at your reaction.

“What? Am I not allowed to say ‘frolicking’?” He asks you chuckling at your antics.

“No, I mean you can say whatever you want. But it’s just an unusual word to use.” You smile happily at him and he smiles back.

“Well, answer the question N/n.” He raises one of his eyebrows and you purse your lips thinking.

“Hmmm.” You hum and think back. Peter guides you to a near by semi dry bench. You sit next to him and he takes your drink to steal a sip. You smile at him as you think and he hands it back,

“Well, I think the last time was probably when I was like nine or ten,” You pause still in thought. “But that’s not counting the times I had to play with siblings or family members.” Peter turns his whole body to face you. His jaw is slack, wide open at your statement. He looks like he didn’t, and couldn’t believe what just came out of your mouth.

“What?” You ask, and his face is unmoving.

“What?” He questions in disbelief. “What? Are you serious? You stoped going to play grounds and parks at nine?” He shakes his head trying to let it sink in.

“Ten or nine, and I have been to parks, but yeah.” You state blankly. And Peter just smiles continuing to shake his head. You know at this point he is just making fun of you, but you smile anyways. His attempts at making fun of you are always funny.

“You’re crazy baby,” He uttered. He then stands up and once again in the day offers you his hand. Confusion is written all over your face and Peter gives you a reassuring look. Your confused face fades to one of excitement.

“Where are you taking me?” You blurt out as Peter’s grip on your hand yanks your from your seat on the bench. He then begins walking with his hand in yours. The cup of hot chocolate held securely in your other hand.

“To go relive your hasten childhood.” He informs. His statement leaves your mouth hanging open. You laugh out a response, “What’s with you and you big boy words today?”

He smiles still looking ahead. “I would hardly call them ‘big boy’ words. More like, not used often words,”

“Oh, yes. My apologies,” You joke giving a bow. He rolls his eyes.

Peter continues to drag you to where his mind is set. And after a sort walk you both make it to small playground with a fence around it. You understand now what he meant by reliving your childhood.

“We are not,” You breath out in sheer disbelief. Peter just grins from ear to ear. “Oh yes we are.” Peter hastily opens the gate to the playground.

He pulls you with him towards the ladder attached to the main playground tower. You quickly take the last gulp of your now lukewarm drink before tossing it into the garbage can.

You and Peter begin your ascent up the ladder. It’s slippery but Peter is right there under you in case you tripped. He is always there to catch you even if you don’t fall.

As you step unto the tower flooring you walk to the ledge and look out through the trees at the people walking on the streets. It’s peaceful to be up and away from everyone, but watching them living their lives in the bustling city.

Peter watches you with adoration. He loves you so much. More then he could put into words. And every single moment he’s with you his love multiples in so many ways. He can’t imagine a world without you in his life. He doesn’t want to imagine. He hopes he never will.

Peter let’s you been in your thoughts a bit longer before he shoots a web to your hand resting on the railing. The sudden web attached to your hand startles you. You look up but before you can access the situation Peter pulls you toward him. You stumble a bit, but Peter catches you and apologizes about making you trip.

You only chuckle and lean against his chest. Peter rests his hands on your hips and pulls you impossibly closer. He looks down at you with the softest look you think you have ever seen. You shift upwards and press your lips to his in an almost desperate kiss. Your and Peter’s lips move against each others with nothing but overwhelming love and want.

When you pull back you rest against each others foreheads, noses brushing against the other. Your lips tingle with the lingering warmth of Peters pink, plump lips.

Peter’s hand moves to cup your cheek. And he leans down to leave another kiss on your lips. But this one is softer, sweeter. You smile into the kiss and he chuckles sweetly.

“Your so pretty, and so sweet.” He mumbles against your lips. He pulls away to look you in the eyes.

“I love you, so, so much.” He kisses your forehead squeezing his eyes shut. “You have to idea what I would do for you. For us.”

“I would do anything for you. And I mean anything.” You soak in his words. They warm your heart and still manage to give you butterflies. You quickly peck his cheek before you take hold of the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a long loving kiss.

“I love you. And I love this. Don’t every leave me.” You speak quietly stuffing your face into his neck. Peter’s eyes soften as he smiles at you.

“Never.”

#fluff #tasm fic #x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter fluff #tasm peter #peter parker #tasm peter x you #tasm andrew garfield

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Make Bad Decisions With Me

Fandom: Lake Placid

Pairings: None. Hinted at potential Jim Bickerman x Reader

Word Count: 5,248

Warnings: Injuries, death, blood, animal death, crocodiles, poaching

Author's Note: Apparently, I've been possessed by the muse, and this man's characters are just letting it all flow. If wanted, there could be a follow-up to this. I liked the way it ended up even if it's longer than expected. Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta Hope this one is just as good as the last one.

A warm shower. Scratch that. Scalding. A scalding shower was the only thing that you wanted out of life right now. Wash away the dirt, the blood, the guilt that pierce you in the gut over the lives that had been lost. How the hell did you get here?

*****

Dennis was an old colleague of yours, and when he had asked for help up in Maine on his study of the giant crocodiles of Black Lake, you agreed with some trepidation. There was a difference between doing work with dangerous animals and doing work with things that might as well have been prehistoric creatures. Experiences with crocodiles and alligators in your past could not have prepared you for seeing the massive, monstrous reptiles that resided in the lake.

What he had failed to tell you were the regulations and background checks and restrictions to be able to even get on site. The offense wasn't the most serious. It was more of an annoyance than anything else. Something that you would have dealt with as you collected the samples. Five foot? Not all that unusual. Manageable when it came to a croc. Hell, you were used to handling snakes now that were far larger. The EPA and police escort? Not the most common place but not exactly something brand new. All things that you could work around in an effort to help him out and give an idea of what these crocodiles actually were, if they were truly crocodiles or another species that was somehow an offshoot. Nothing occurred that you couldn't handle. Right up to the point of the twenty foot giant chased you all as you headed out. Now, that? That really got the heart rate going.

It was what happened after that threw you for a loop. You understood the need for additional samples and data. It was a commonplace problem that most researchers faced at one point or another at least once in their careers. Hiring poachers in exchange to collect that needed data and sneaking into a secured government site? That was not something that you could say you had ever come up against.

Yet, you had agreed to it. Even after being in there during the day and seeing what the crocs could do. Not without giving Dennis a dressing down over it all and dragging you into it. Because while you had agreed, even if you hadn't, it would have been too late to get yourself out of it. And, well, you didn't want to see him dead. Dennis was a good man.

The group of men that Dennis had hired looked pretty much as anticipated and expected. Maybe a little stereotypical, but if they could hold their own and were decent shots, then so be it. Hopefully, they were decent shots.

“I have the code to get in the gate. There shouldn't be any workers around the fence by now, so we should be in the clear.” Too many shoulds to instill a great sense of confidence. The men were arming themselves, and you waited for a rifle of your own. As much as you didn't want to kill an endangered and protected species, you weren't about to walk in there just armed with tranquilizers. There wasn't enough sedation in the world that could be jammed into these to stop a twenty foot croc. Not that a handgun would do the job either, but it would at least slow it down or cause it to second guess an attack if you could manage to hit the mark.

“Before we head in, what's the plan exactly here?” You spoke up, having joined in late, after everything had been sorted out. The men with you and Dennis were after the animals and animal parts while you and Dennis had the idea to collect data. One of the men shoved a gun in your hand without a word. Taking the rifle, you quickly shifted to shoulder it and check out the scope. Getting a feel for the sight was important if you wanted to actually be able to hit whatever you were aiming at.

“We aren't taking any more crocodiles. But we need eggs. And they are going to take what they want.” Multiple felonies. Good. That was great. The rifle dropped, and you let out a small sigh. Nothing about this was a good idea, but the turn back point had long passed you by.

“You aim that at something, you best be willing to shoot it.” Your eyes shot to the older man who seemed to be leading the group of poachers. A hat pulled low over his head and his rifle against his shoulder. He seemed fully relaxed. Far too relaxed for what was about to happen. Confidently, you chambered a bullet without looking. The safety was still on, but you didn't bother pointing it at any of them like there was an urge to do. There was no need for any accidents before you even got in there. Though it would have been amusing to see rheir reactions.

“If I'm aiming this at anything, I'm intending to kill it.” A wide smile appeared on his face at the comment before he was laughing.

“Well, shit. Don't think I've met a tree hugger like you before.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to comment.

“Let's get this done.” The sooner you could get in there, the sooner you got out and were able to head back home. Rid your mind of all of this and try to get back to normal.

Getting in the gate had been far too easy. The lack of security was astounding. Maybe that was because they didn't expect anyone to be stupid enough to break into the site. It was meant to contain. Though with people like Jim, the older man's name was Jim, and his ragtag band of money hungry hunters, it really should have been a consideration.

Apparently, there was a cabin on the property that was going to be a rendezvous point after the group split a little bit later. You didn't know the land all that well, but Dennis had a decent idea, having worked here longer. For now, the group was sticking together. As you reached the edge of the water, the hair on the back of your neck stood. Immediately, you paid attention to the feeling and lifted your rifle. The men followed shortly after as you inched forward.

Jim called out to the thing like it was a damn cat. Both one of the most ridiculous and hysterical moments that you had ever bore witness to, admittedly. But, the thought was wiped away when a hissing sound came from your right. The crocodile that came crawling through the rocks had to be close to ten feet. The men all shot off rounds. A few hit but not enough to kill it before you squeezed the trigger and quickly fired off two rounds into the skull of the animal. That was abysmal and destroyed any sense of confidence that you had in any of them to actually make it through this. Or yourself for that matter if this was who you were with. At least Theresa and Reba had been good shots. Really damn good shots.

You stepped back and glanced at the men who were all looking at you, slightly wide-eyed. Yep, they definitely needed to get out more.

“Did you want anything from that, or are we leaving it for the other crocs?” It took a second for a response, but one stepped forward and began to harvest whatever was wanted from the animal. Guilt curled, but you pushed it back. Survival from this place meant this, and you had to be complicit.

“Gotta say, that's some impressive aiming, sweetheart.” You turned your attention from the sight before you to Jim. The smile held a hint of sleaze, not something that surprised you after spending three hours with the man.

“Just because I'm a scientist doesn't mean I don't have other skills….”

“Maybe you would like to show me some of those other skills.” That went from zero to sixty real fast. While there was a certain charm, if that was the word to actually use, about the man, there wasn't a chance that you were going to entertain such comments. Even more so because of the other men in the group. No need to be fighting them all off.

“You aren't even lucky enough for me to entertain that in your dreams.” His eyes seemingly brightened at the snap back. As if it was an invitation itself. You could have groaned.

“Oh, I don't have a doubt. I'll be dreaming about you.” Without a comeback ready, you simply opted to roll your eyes and walk off. Seems that he could get the best of you on occasion. That was twice now.

“I say we set up camp and then start on what we need to do.” That wasn't a bad idea. Though the one that had you rest on ground level with these crocodiles around wasn't all that comforting.

“We should start moving. Made a lot of noise there.”

***

Setting up camp proved to be a fairly quiet and mundane activity. As if you were all really out here just camping and hunting. Funny how going through the motions was like that. Dennis wanted to break off into your groups so that you could accomplish what he needed done. Making sure your backpack was ready, you grabbed some extra ammo when the men weren't looking. They had brought plenty. Though, with the way that they had shot, maybe not. Frankly, either way, if it was just you and Dennis, you weren't going out there without extra protection.

The day went fairly smoothly from there. No more run-ins with the crocs and a rather peaceful existence between you and the rest of the group. With camp set up, you were all led towards the older Bickerman cabin to know where it was since it was the decided meet point for when you split up. Jim and Dennis stayed behind for something as the rest of you made your way back to camp. That was not something that you were going to touch with a ten foot pole. Already, you were neck deep in this shit. The less you knew about whatever was going on between them. Some deniability would be nice.

Nighttime came, and straws were pulled to figure out a guard duty rotation. All of you sleeping at once was not the smartest of ideas unless you wanted to end up in a croc's belly. You had drawn the first shift, which was fine by you. You weren't entirely sure that you were going to sleep at all, trust lacking in everyone around you.

The fire crackled and kept any sounds from making you too paranoid as you settled down in the seat, rifle resting in your lap. The quiet of the area around you was settling and familiar, even if the threats out there were not. It gave you time by yourself to think through everything that was happening and where it was going to ultimately land you if you got caught. Not in a regretful sort of way but in that way of preparation so you wouldn't be thrown off or blindsided.

It was only about three hours before you were relieved of your duties. Sleep didn't come easily, and when it did, it was interrupted and not all that restful. You maybe got two good hours by the time the sun rose. Up and moving around, you grabbed your bag and tossed it over your shoulder, ready to get moving and get this all over with.

“We'll meet at the Bickerman cabin as planned.” Dennis agreed. “Try not to let yourself become a snack for the crocs kids.”

“Yeah, yeah. We'll see you there tomorrow.”

“Don't try to miss me too much, darling.”

“Dennis, let's go before I end up shooting an old man….” Dennis actually laughed at that and motioned for you to follow.

“Aww, no need to get that violent, darling.” His laugh followed the both of you out of camp.

“This was a really god damn stupid idea.” Dennis sighed.

“I know. I'm sorry I drug you into this. I just knew they wouldn't let me back in to get what I needed.”

“For good reason here, Dennis.” You rubbed your eyes. The sound of a branch breaking caught your attention, and simultaneously, you both raised your guns in the direction it came from. Nothing stood out or moved. You checked behind you just in case, trying to make sure that nothing snuck up on you. When no crocs appeared, there was a matching sigh of relief before you could continue onward. “It's dangerous. And I'm sure some liability with the town and the government. You know how they feel about that. Not to mention, the risk of death for the sake of research isn't worth it to the Sheriff's Department nor the EPA. They have other things that they could allow their officers to work on.”

“You're right.” He glanced back towards you as you worked your way down closer to the water. The search for a nest had begun. If you had guessed how badly things were going to hell from there, you would have hightailed it back to the fence.

It happened fast, far faster than you would have expected it. You were barely able to get out of the way of the crocodile that came lashing out of the water, while Denni wasn't so lucky. Thrown back, you came crashing down hard on the rocks, sending a jagged stone deep into your forearm. Dennis was struggling with the croc, and from the screams, he was not doing well.

“Fuck!” Doing your best to ignore your own pain, you scrambled to your feet and fired off a round. It missed and with the tingling in your left arm, it was hard to keep the injured arm lifted and aiming the rifle properly. The fumbling few seconds was long enough for Dennis to lose a few fingers. The second shot hit true and at least got the croc to back off into the water for now. “Shit…” Adrenaline kept you moving, quickly swinging your pack off of your back. You had to get his wounds bandaged before he potentially lost too much blood.

“Oh, god…”

“Dennis, look at me.” He was focused on his hand, the right missing all but his thumb and index finger now. “Stop and look at me. It's going to be okay.” The numbness and tingling were extending down to your fingers now. Something was damaged, and it wasn't good, but you could deal with your own wound after his had been bandaged, at least. You would need to use the tourniquet for his arm. It wasn't going to feel good, and as much as you attempted to relay that to him, he was too caught up in the moment.

You worked as quickly as you could, thankful for that class that you had taken all those years ago when you first started going into the field. He had passed out at some point, and you couldn't tell if it had been from the sight of his own blood or the shock and blood loss. It hadn't seemed like enough, but what did you know? There wasn't a chance that you would be able to carry him, and leaving him sounded like a horrific idea, but you weren’t sure what else you could do.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You groaned and worked the best that you could to wrap your own arm. Waiting here didn't seem like the smartest idea. Leaving him made you feel sick, but the best chance of getting help was moving. You agnozied over the decision for a few minutes, moving back from the water so that you were ready for another potential attack.

Ultimately, the best chance for survival for the both of you would be to get help. Hopefully, he would wake up soon and be able to get himself moved more. You had dragged him back the best that you could.

Picking your way through the woods towards where you had found the cabin yesterday took a little work and some second guessing of the direction, but luck seemed to be on your side. The clearing came into view, as did the dilapidated cabin.

“Thank god…” You murmured to yourself. Bodies were moving around, you could see that much. There wasn't mistaking Jim as he came into view.

“Dennis?” He called out before his eyes landed on you. it didn't take him any time to recognize the fact that you were alone. “What the hell happened?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” You had noticed the limp and the blood on his lower pant leg. It looked old and dried though.

“Shit, you're bleeding.” Glancing down, it was easy to see that he was right; blood was dripping off of your fingers, but you couldn't quite feel it.

“Not the easiest to wrap it myself.”

“Sit down.” He motioned towards the edge of the platform that had been built around the cabin. “Ya got any more bandage left?”

“Think a little.” Carefully, you shrugged off the bag, trying not to grimace as the motion brought about a lot of pain, fire burning in your upper arm. “Big pocket.”

“Where's Dennis?” Jim didn't bother asking and used a knife to tear the rest of your sleeve off of your shirt to get better access to the wound.

“He was worse off than I was and passed out. Couldn't carry his dead weight, so I had to leave him, figuring it was better to find help than wait for it to find us.” Not that you thought he would come looking for you at all. Finding help had really been Bickerman and his group first and getting to the fence second.

“Ah, shit.”

“Seems to be the theme of the day,” you offered, trying to use the conversation as a distraction from the pain as he used some of the bandage that you had already placed and the remaining that you had in the bag to properly wrap up the wound on your arm the best that he could. “Where are the rest of your guys?” He simply shook his head. No words were needed for that. Blowing out a slow breath, you felt like crying, but that wouldn't do any good right now. A breakdown could come after. So, instead, you bit down hard on the inside of your cheek and looked out towards the water.

“I'm going to look for eggs.” It shouldn't have been a surprise that he was still focused on getting something out of this. Money seemed to be his biggest driving force.

“Fuck that. I wanna get the fuck away from this lake.” He shook his head.

“I ain't letting this be a waste of a trip. That out there is a damn jackpot, big payday that I’m not walking away from.”

“Wouldn't expect you to.” It wasn't mean spirited when you spoke. It was simply one of those "of course" sort of statements. He blinked, eyeing you almost as if he was trying to make the determination if he was offended or not. “Just go on.” A quick wave indicated that he should get moving. Dennis was waiting for you to come back, and the sooner he got what he wanted, the sooner you would be able to go back for your fallen friend. He nodded, grabbing his own bag and headed off.

Sitting there in relative peace, something that couldn’t be trusted to remain, you felt the weight of everything come crashing down on you. It was a bad thing to be sitting there in the quiet. Your hand was shaky, something that was impossible not to notice, as you raised it to run it through your hair and then down your face.

Before much more thought could be given to it, there was a lot of shouting. Far too many voices or it to be Jim. Jumping to your feet, you quickly made your way towards the front of the cabin to see a group of four teens running towards the dock. Their shouting was mingling with that of the group of people coming from the dock. You immediately recognized the three adults. Ryan, Reba, and Theresa. You weren't sure that you had ever felt any sort of relief close to what coursed through you at that moment. There was a chance of getting out of here.

The loud hissing roar came, signaling that another crocodile was going to make itself known. Quickly, you raised your gun and fired at the beast that came flying out of the water at the same time as Reba did. As difficult as it was with the barely functioning arm. At least you could lift it and have it act as a bit of a brace for the rifle.

You joined the group.

“I would ask what the hell you are doing here, but I'm going to guess you came back with Dennis.” Reba glanced towards you.

“Might have been the worst decision of my life.”

“Wouldn't argue with that.” Theresa was hugging what you assumed was her daughter while one of the other girls seemed injured, chomped on by a crocodile given the blood coming from her abdomen. How she was standing was beyond you, but adrenaline was a wonderful thing.

“I just want to get the hell out of here and never see another crocodile again.”

“You and me both.”

“We'll find a way out.” One of the boys that was with Ryan turned and spotted Jim.

“Did you find Dennis?” Now that was odd. Had he said he had been looking for Dennis? You hadn't seen him with the teens when you had found him here.

“Dennis is dead.” The comment sent your stomach plummeting through your feet and bile rising in your throat.

“Who the hell is this?” Before you could offer any information, Theresa's daughter, Chloe, was speaking.

“He's a poacher. Jim Bickerman.” Well, she had that information correct. “I saw the picture of you with your mother. “Delores and Jimmy, 1960.” That was news to you. Though, it made sense then. Jim limped forward, rifle shoulders, but he still hadn't said a word. That was unusual, at least from what you had learned from him over the last day and a half.

“Oh, you're the nutbag cousin.” The comment from Reba brought a small snort from you before you could help it, too amused after everything. It sort of fit now, didn't it? Jim shot you a glare before responding.

“With all due respect, Miss Fish and Game, I'm the son of a bitch that saved these brats. Nutbag…” That comment had really irritated him. Though, you supposed if you were in his place, you would feel pretty irritated with it as well. “Is that what they're calling me back in town now?”

“No, that's what I'm calling you.” All right, maybe you liked Reba. She didn't take shit. First impressions weren’t always correct. Jim didn't seem to know how to take that right away. He didn't have a response. “Nathan Bickerman owned this cabin and before he skipped town, he told me that his cousin was suing him for it.” He probably hadn't been suing for sentimental reasons. You glanced at Jim and tried to determine where his mind was at but it was hard. Reba continued on, this time addressing Jim once more after she had explained what she knew.

“You’re not honestly pissed because you didn't inherit this shit house? Jimmy….can I call you Jimmy?” His shoulders relaxed, and lips twitched into a smile. You rolled your eyes, something that was commonplace it seemed when this man was around.

“Yeah…” The word was barely whispered, but the permission was there.

“Jimmy, the way I see it, not leaving you this place is about the nicest thing anyone could do for your crazy ass.” The hair on the back of your neck stood once more, and the hissing sound of the crocodile sounded out once more. You swung your gun towards the water, ignoring whatever else was going on once more.

“You tie that thing up?” Looking back, you realized that the crocodile was indeed chained to the dock. How the fuck did that happen?” Jim hesitated for a second.

“Um, Dennis did. I sorta helped.” Christ, this entire thing was going to sound utterly insane to an outsider. It sounded insane to you, and you had lived through it.

“Seriously?” He gave you a shrug, as if it hadn't been a big deal.

“Yeah, whatcha do that for?”

“Whatever, let's just get out of here.” Theresa was right. It really didn’t matter. What was done was done. There was nothing to do about it now, and considering that Dennis was dead, the reasoning behind it was rather moot. Getting out of there alive should be the focus of everyone here.

“You don’t want a full confession? Maybe you have changed.”

“It doesn't really matter much now, does it? It's done, and Dennis is dead. We should be getting out of here.” You still had your gun trained on it, but everyone suddenly did when the crocodile let out a roar and began to thrash around. The chain around its neck made a horrible sound as the movement tested the strength of the metal. But it wasn't able to get free just yet. Jim began to laugh, the first to lower his rifle. Old man really was crazy.

“Well, well, well. Now, that was some kind of fun, huh folks?” The tone of his voice had changed, like when he had been flirting with you. He was trying to get something. And as suspicious as it made you, you weren't comfortable moving your gun off of the bigger threat. “Listen, I’d love to just, huh, hang out here and chat with y'all but…Max!” He lunged forward and grabbed a hold of one of the teens. Was this really what we were doing? The muzzle of the rifle was settled just shy of Max's neck. Ryan immediately shifted forward but wasn't able to do anything about it right away. Now, with the gun trained on his son.

“You're coming with me.” Ryan demanded to have the boy let go, but you knew that Jim wasn't going to do that. “Excuse me, Daddy. I'm not going to get very far with just one wheel here. I need this tough guy to help me along the way.” Ryan drew his gun, but Jim promised that Max would be dead before he pulled the trigger. Finally, you forced yourself to turn your gun away from the crocodile, training it on Jim.

“You too, sweetheart? I'm hurt.”

“You want someone, take me. Not the kid.” Slowly, you inched forward, though not stepping close enough to appear a threat. Testing that line was something that you were not willing to do. Enough death had occurred because of stupid decisions that you had made. The kids needed to get out of here. The gun was carefully lowered before you set it down and held up your hands. Jim seemed intrigued for a moment. But he was still backpedaling. Max was trying to assure his dad that he was going to be fine. Just as you made one more attempt, the chain and the wood that it was attached to made the sort of sound that had you all turning your attention back to the massive crocodile that was letting it's displeasure at being chained known. Everyone was unloading their weapon onto and into it. It snapped off its anchor in the wood and snagged one of the boats that was just off shore. When everyone turned their attention back, Jim and Max were gone.

“I'll go after them. You get the other kids back to safety.” Though it seemed like panic was on their minds, one of the kids decided that he could outswim the croc, launching himself into the water like an idiot. “Get the hell out of the water, kid!” Max and Jim hadn't gotten that far away as you heard Max's voice shout out, asking the same damn thing.

Everything from there happened in a blur. Drew, the young man that had thrown himself into the water, ended up dead. Ryan knocked out Jim, got Max out of the water himself, and everyone was ready to move on.

“Are we really going to just leave him there?” You looked between Ryan, Theresa, and Reba. None of them seemed to have any issue with leaving Jim behind. As much as you wanted to leave, the idea of leaving the man to die didn't sit well. “There's been enough death hasn't there?” That seemed to catch their conscious, and Ryan groaned before turning around and heading back to where you had left the man. You would figure out how to get him out while Theresa and Reba got the kids back to the fence.

What you found when you arrived made you a little queasy. Jim was lying on the beach, bleeding severely. Son of a bitch. Quickly, you rushed forward. His left arm and left leg were mangled beyond recognition and something had happened to his left eye. You weren’t sure how that even happened.

“Can you get an evac out here?” You looked up at Ryan as you began to pull off your flannel, reaching for the knife that Jim had kept so that you could try and dress the wounds. The man was going to die of blood loss before you could get him out, likely, but guilt was going to make you try to get him out of there.

“It won't be quick enough.”

“I know he threatened your son, but we left him here.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll try. You're going to have to stay with him.”

“I got it. Just enough ammo to hopefully keep us safe. Go.” He nodded, giving you one more hard look and a chance to back out of it, but you were steadfast in your decision. Carefully, you pulled Jim as far away from the water as you could while Ryan took off running back in the direction of freedom.

“You're going to end up getting me killed, you crazy old bastard.”

“I knew you liked me…” He wheezed out with a laugh. If he kept talking, even if it was painful to listen to, it meant that he was alive. So you would take it.

“Yeah, I'll let you run with that right now because you look like utter shit.”

“Way to make a man feel good, sweetheart.” A small laugh left you, something you couldn't help as you settled his head in your lap, a small concession to try and offer some comfort. You just had to keep him conscious and talking until Ryan showed back up with an evac team.

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