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shaunasrabbit · 2 days ago

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Playin' Games | QZ!Joel x F!Reader

Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: You steal Joel's cut from a run. He comes to claim what's his.

Tags: No use of y/n, implied age gap (pretty nondescript but I imagined the reader is in her 20s, Joel is in his mid-50s), reader is afab, some physical descriptions (reader has hair that can be pulled, has a bush because #bushnation, and is curvy if you squint), sort of mean!Joel, reader is a little bratty, blood (brief and barely described), pussy eating, pussy pronouns, Joel is uncut because I said so, pussy slapping, use of good girl and other pet names, choking, face fucking, light dacryphilia, impact play with object, edging, hair pulling, squirting, unprotected piv, creampie. If I missed any tags, please let me know!

Word count: ~6.5K

A/N: This is my first time writing fiction ever (nonfic writer here), so I'm very excited and nervous to post. My apologies for any grammatical/spelling errors—I lightly proofread this myself. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated! The entire fic was born out of wishing Joel Miller was hitting me with something. If you like this fic, please reblog and like. I hope you enjoy! Divider by @/saradika-graphics.

You knew what you were doing when you pocketed Joel’s cut.

It was a job that he orchestrated, smuggling some pills out of the QZ, but you did all of the heavy lifting. You put your ass on the line. Really, if you think about it, you deserved it more than him, but that’s not why you kept it.

It’s no secret that Joel has a temper. You have seen him murder people—innocent people—for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t find it sexy. Maybe that means there’s something wrong with you, but you figure that you’re living through the fucking apocalypse so you give yourself a pass for failing to psychoanalyze yourself. Trying not to die is the priority. And getting fucked by gruff Joel Miller apparently. When he bursts through your front door, and you know he will, he’ll get his payment. One way or another.

You’re waiting for him in bed, clad in only his under shirt. He gave it to you on a run after yours was shredded by barbed wire. Although you’d never admit it, you find yourself wearing it to bed sometimes, touching yourself to the thought of him. It’s infrequent—the fucking. A treat after a particularly stressful week, sometimes after a night of heavy drinking. He gives you the look, the one that says he’s about to ruin you, and you know. The small group that the two of you work with have no idea, though. You and Joel keep your mouths shut, talking only business. But fuck, you crave it. You crave the way his cock stretches you out, his intuitive hands, the feeling of his sticky cum on your tits. Sometimes you find yourself daydreaming about it while trailing behind him on jobs, staring at his broad shoulders and the gray peppered throughout his curls. Joel Miller makes you feel like a goddamn school girl with a crush.

Right when you think you’re growing too impatient, hands almost sliding between your legs to give yourself some relief, you hear it. A blunt knock on the door followed by the jiggling of the door knob. Your thighs squeeze in anticipation, feeling giddy like a teenager. When you hear his keys jangling, you stand up, scanning the room for the best place to hide. Unfortunately, your shabby apartment came without a closet door and you don’t really own many items to hide behind. Under the bed will have to do, even if it is predictable. He’ll find you in seconds, but it’ll rile him up a bit.

The door swings open and you hear him call your name. Sliding under the bed, you lie on your stomach—a rabbit waiting for the fox to sniff it out. Despite knowing you aren’t in any real danger—well, probably—you feel your hands start to shake, your breath becomes uneven, and wetness pools between your thighs. You silently curse him for the effect he has on you. Fucking embarrassing, you think to yourself.

“You better get your ass out here,” he barks from the living room, boots thudding against the distressed hardwood as he slowly makes his way towards the archway into your bedroom. You clamp your hand over your mouth to dampen the sound of your heavy breathing.

He walks into your room and passes your bed, heading for the bathroom. A deafening scrape from the shower curtain rings echoes through the apartment, making your heart race. The anticipation feels like torture. Both you and your pussy, now clenching around nothing, know that Joel’s coming for you any second—there’s nowhere else you could be hiding.

A gasp is pulled from your throat as Joel’s calloused, large hands grip onto your ankles and yank you out from underneath the bed. You don’t even have time to think as he flips you onto your back and places his worn boot on your chest to hold you down. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath.

“Where is it?” he asks, his voice low and flat. A twinge of annoyance hits you as your pussy is left unacknowledged; either he’s actually focused on getting his ration cards or is intentionally ignoring you to fuck with you. Heat creeps across your face, searing your cheeks.

You blink at him, eyes wide in a half attempt to feign innocence. Slowly, you spread your legs to draw attention to your slick folds. “Where is what, Joel? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Joel’s eyes rake down your body as he takes in the sight of your bare cunt. His eyelids are heavy and though it seems impossible, his deep brown eyes become darker. There’s a hint of lust—maybe rage—behind them. The line is blurry, and all you can think about is his broad shoulders as he towers above you.

“I’m not playin’ these fuckin’ games with you, sweetheart,” he spits out, clenching his jaw and his fist in unison. Got him. “The ration cards. My cut. Hand ‘em over.”

“Oh, that.” You bite your lip to hold back a smirk. “Gone. Sorry. You can take mine from the next run.”

Within seconds, your chest is relieved from the pressure of his boot, but his hand tangles in your hair, gripping it tightly and pulling you up to your feet.

“Not how that works,” he says, tightening his iron grip on your hair before pushing you onto your bedspread. He climbs on top of you, pinning one of your wrists to the bed while the other reunites with your throat. If he wasn’t squeezing your neck so damn hard, you would probably be able to moan when his knee makes contact with your leaking core. Instinctively, you rut your hips against him for even a hint of friction.

“Didn’t think you were dumb enough to think I’d take this pussy as payment.” Joel lets go of your wrist and lands a sharp smack against your cunt. “No matter how fuckin’ sweet she is.”

Grabbing your mound, he rubs circles over your hair there before slapping your pussy again. You try to yelp, but his grip is so tight that it comes out strangled and pathetic. Joel scoffs and his jaw goes slack.

“Ya see this?” He holds up his hand, slowly moving his fingers apart so you can see strands of your slick between each of his digits. “Barely touched you—god, you’re desperate. A desperate fuckin’ whore.”

He lets go of the python-like grip he had on your throat and jams two of his wet fingers into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag. Tears well in your eyes quicker than you’d like to admit.

“I may be a dumb, desperate whore,” you say, managing to choke out the words through your gasps, “but you’re the one that’s already hard.”

Joel moves swiftly to stand and you sit up on your elbows, legs parted and pussy still exposed to him. Your eyes drop to his belt buckle to watch his hands move expertly to undo it. Saliva pools in your mouth as you think about how hard his cock is going to be. Joel’s bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, and you fear that there will come a time where you don’t get to feel the stretch of him anymore. No one else could compare.

“I know what’ll shut you the fuck up.” He pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh. As his cock springs free, he demands, “On your back. Head off the edge.”

Fuck, he’s going to make it hurt and considering how pissed he looks, he’s going to make it really hurt. But you do as he says because you want it regardless. You want anything Joel has to give, but you’d never admit that to him and even without confessing, he knows.

With your head hanging off the bed, you look up at him and see his heavy balls above you, bouncing as he strokes his already hard cock and exposes the swollen head. You stick your tongue out and he rewards you with a hard slap. Closing your eyes with bliss, you taste his salty pre-cum. A sense of victory swells in your chest—your plan was fucking working.

“This isn’t payment, darlin’. This is punishment,” he grumbles before forcefully shoving his uncut cock into your open mouth. He says it’s not payment, but it sure as hell doesn’t feel like punishment to you as your wet, wanting mouth coaxes a groan out of him. The intrusion makes you gag and tears prick at your eyes. You can tell he hasn’t showered today, taking in the scent of his musky sweat. So unmistakably Joel—you swear you’d wear it as perfume if you could.

It takes a moment for your throat to adjust to his size, but once you do, you stop gagging as much as he finds a rhythm. And damn, he is relentless, fucking your mouth fast and careless.

“That’s it,” he groans, “I like you better when you got my cock in your mouth.”

Joel grunts above you, expletives and your name interrupting every now and then. Your hands are fisting the sheets, trying to give yourself some stability as he rocks his hips. Tears roll down your temples and into your hairline, your eyes closing tightly as you try to blink them away.

He looks down at you, eyelids heavy. “So goddamn pretty when you cry, baby.”

You’re rewarded with a particularly hard thrust that causes spit to sputter out of the sides of your mouth, dripping onto your cheeks. You instinctively try to pull your head back to catch your breath, but Joel’s hands grip the sides of your head to hold you in place.

A cruel chuckle mocks you from above as Joel looks down at you, rubbing your cheeks, hot and burning with want. Joel slows his hips and nearly pulls out all the way before slowly easing himself back in. “Fuck,” he exhales, looking down at his cock disappearing between your swollen lips. “You’re such a fuckin’ mess, but you’re takin’ my cock so well.”

You hum at the praise, the vibration adding an extra twinge of pleasure for Joel. His movements become erratic and you can feel his dick twitch in your mouth as he gets close to his release. That’s your favorite thing about fucking Joel—watching a man who never loses his composure, never seems vulnerable, finally falter when he comes. But when he suddenly leaves your wet mouth with a groan, you’re left gasping for air. You push yourself upright, feeling a little dizzy from all the blood rushing to your head while upside down. “Joel,” you whine, exasperated and utterly frustrated.

“‘Joel’ what? Do ya need something, baby?” he teases as he strips fully naked.

Rolling your eyes, you push yourself up against the headboard and spread your legs, lightly teasing your clit with your index finger. Even the slightest touch makes your legs tremble and you rest your head back, letting a delicate whimper slip from your lips.

“Uh-uh,” Joel tuts, sliding between your legs and slapping your hand away, “use your words. Had no problem runnin’ that pretty mouth earlier.”

Joel has always had a way of turning you on without even touching you, but this was a whole new level. His taunting goes straight to your cunt and you can feel your arousal dripping out of you. As badly as you want his hot, wet tongue on your clit, you aren’t going to give in that easily.

“Didn’t think you were dumb enough to need me to spell it out for you,” you quip, voice low and sultry.

Joel’s jaw tenses and his eyes narrow. You can tell he’s trying to decide what to do with you. Maybe he’ll shove his cock down your throat again to shut you up, maybe he’ll deprive you altogether and leave, or maybe he’ll give you what you want. When he’s in a bad mood, Joel likes to deny, deny, deny. But he does end up giving in. He always gives in.

Grabbing you by your leg, Joel pulls you onto his lap so that you’re straddling him. Your slick cunt finally makes contact with his hard length and you bite back a small moan at the pressure. There’s no point in trying to mask your neediness, Joel already knows, but you hold yourself back from grinding against his cock.

“Playin’ a real dangerous game, baby, ya know that?” Joel growls in your ear, giving your neck a light nip. You shudder at the sensation and take a deep breath, still fighting the urge to move your hips. His hands find your ass, squeezing and digging his fingernails into the soft flesh.

Draping your arms over Joel’s shoulders, you tilt your head to give him better access to your neck. “Maybe,” you smile as his teeth pinch the sensitive skin on your pulse point, “but I think you like this game.”

Joel lets out a breathy laugh against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and your breath catches in your throat. His fingers trail lightly up your ass before settling on your hips. The gentle touch is soured as he clutches you, a deep burn licking your sides. He moves you ever so slightly, making your clit brush against his swollen head. Your breath wavers and you pull back to look at him. Brown eyes illuminated by the setting sun, accentuating all of the flecks of gold and amber in his irises. You swear that you could stare into his eyes all day. Joel’s lips part like he’s hungry for you and you lean in to kiss him, but his hand intercepts you, grabbing your jaw tightly.

“No. Rule number one is,” he scolds, shaking your head slightly before letting it go of you, “no kissing.”

Part of you can’t help but feel disappointed even though you expect this from Joel. The two of you only ever kiss when there’s too much whiskey involved and the heat of the moment blinds him from his normal detachment.

You open your mouth to say something snarky, but Joel cuts you off. “Rule number two”—he grips the collar of the shirt hanging loosely off of you—“is no hiding these tits from me.”

Effortlessly, Joel rips your favorite shirt—his shirt—right down the middle. Within seconds, he brings his mouth to your already pebbled nipple, swirling it around his warm mouth. You bite back a moan and remind yourself that he just destroyed your favorite item of clothing. Instead, you furrow your brows and clench your jaw. You’re sure that you look ridiculous as put on the angriest face you can muster while pleasure shoots through your core.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Joel?” you hiss while trying to push him off of you, palms pressing hard into his shoulders, but he doesn’t budge.

He pulls back for a moment and looks at you, replacing his mouth with his fingers and gives your nipple a light pinch. You pull your cheek between your teeth to stop a moan from tumbling out of you.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Like you’re not wearin’ nothing but my shirt.” Joel bites the swell of your breast and soothes it with a gentle suck after, finally eliciting a moan from you. “You wear it when you touch yourself?”

Your cheeks feel hot as embarrassment bubbles in your stomach alongside desperation. Every time Joel mocks you, you feel yourself falling deeper into that safe space that you crave. The space where you don’t have to think about the broken world around you, the space where only Joel and his touch matter.

Unable to think of anything snarky to say back, you let out a pathetic whimper that Joel takes as a victory. He flips you onto your back and settles between your legs, nearly growling when he sees your arousal leaking from slit. Gripping your hips, he stops you from trying to wiggle towards him.

“Look at that, baby,” he groans before kissing the coarse hair on your mound, “I can’t believe how fuckin’ wet she is for me. Such a needy little thing.”

All you can manage is a small whine as you tangle your hands in his soft curls, practically pushing his face into your pussy. Joel’s hot breath fans over your cunt and you press your head into the pillow, spreading your legs more for him—begging him to give you something.

Joel accepts the non-verbal invitation and licks an agonizingly slow stripe from your hole to your clit. Sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth, he lets go with an obscene pop. You moan at the loss of contact, squeezing your eyes shut and letting go of his hair so you can fist the bed sheets instead. Joel’s not patient, but neither are you, and you’re starting to feel a level of want that’s almost painful.

Two of Joel’s fingers form a V to spread your folds, further exposing your clit so that he can get a better look at you. You glance down and the sight of him causes you to clench, reminding you how empty your pussy is. Pupils blown, hair tousled, and if you didn’t know that the glisten around his lips was your arousal, you’d swear he was drooling. He may have you melting under his touch, but you were wrecking him, too.

“Are you going to be a good girl f’me?” he asks, lightly brushing his index finger over your swollen bud.

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. “I don’t know, Joel,” you say, almost sing-songy, as you tilt your hips closer to him. “Are you going to give me a reason to be?”

A hard smack to your cunt forces your eyes open and you try to retreat, scooting towards the headboard, but it’s useless. Joel has you held firmly in place with one hand.

“Such a fuckin’ brat,” he growls.

You don’t get to answer before Joel’s jamming two fingers inside of you, giving you no time to adjust to the width before he’s fucking into you. You suck in sharply at the slight burn before a strangled moan claws its way out of your throat. His pace is unforgiving, but you can’t get enough. You find yourself bucking your hips into his hand, propping yourself up on your elbows for a better view of his fingers moving in and out, covered in your juices.

Joel’s eyes are dark and fixated on your cunt and how it gushes around his fingers. The sound of your squelching pussy and wanton moans filling the room, sounding like a symphony. If you had the ability to think about anything besides the sweet tension building in your lower stomach and the rugged man between your legs, you’d be concerned about the neighbors hearing.

“Good girls get to come,” Joel says, glancing up at your flushed face. Your lips are parted as you’re basically panting, trying to catch your breath, but Joel never gives you the chance to, continuing to fuck you mercilessly. “Is that ‘nough of a reason for you, sweetheart?”

“Mm, maybe—fuck!”

When Joel’s tongue meets your clit, you cry out and try to grab at his free hand to ground yourself. For a moment, he laces your fingers together, his large hand swallowing yours, but he quickly moves your hand up to your breast. Your grab at your own flesh, gently tugging at your nipple as Joel’s fingers and tongue work in tandem. The way Joel’s tongue swirls against your clit in precise circles feels like magic, like this is all he was built for. Your legs start to twitch as you approach your release and electricity courses through your body while Joel’s fingers curl just right to hit that spongy spot inside of you. You clench around him, obscene moans and gasps just pouring out of you. Joel hums against you, clearly pleased with himself. He takes your bud into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. And fuck—that nearly does you in. But just as quickly as you got there, he takes it all away—keeping you at the edge but not allowing you to fall over.

Pulling his mouth away and retracting his now soaked fingers, he drags his index finger up and down your seam. Your hips shift and you groan, disgruntled and, frankly, annoyed. When the two of you make eye contact, despite your exasperation, you can’t help the way the corners of your mouth turn slightly upward, admiring how his lips and scruff are glistening with your arousal, his disheveled hair, the sheen of sweat on his forehead that’s dampening his curls.

“What’s that little smirk about?” Joel asks with a raised brow. He moves up towards you, peppering your breasts with a few delicate kisses before settling next to you. As Joel’s arm snakes around your shoulder and he pulls you into his warm chest, your breath hitches at the sudden, unexpected gentleness of it all.

These moments when Joel’s soft with you are rare, making them all the more satisfying. Something tugged at your heart, though. You wonder what Joel was like before the outbreak, before the world turned even the softest to stone. Maybe Joel was the type to make love, not the type to fuck. Maybe he brought his dates flowers and opened the car door for them. Once, you heard whispers that Joel had a daughter who died. The thought of him making her school lunches makes your chest tighten. With your ear pressed to his chest and his heart beating steadily underneath you, you realize that you’d do anything to see Joel Miller being domestic, being soft, being sweet. God, what the fuck is wrong with me? you think, squeezing your eyes shut to push the thought away. You tell yourself being this turned on can make the mind think crazy things.

“You gonna answer me?” Joel’s voice is low, quieter now.

Nipping at his jaw and soothing it with a kiss, you whisper, “Need you—need your cock inside me, Joel.”

“Darlin’,” he chuckles, his lips brushing your temple, “I don’t really give a shit what ya need. You’re gonna take what I give ya.”

With a small whine, you nod and nuzzle your face into his neck. You asked for this, you know that, but you feel like you're going to explode and there’s no way he doesn’t feel the same. His cock twitching ever so slightly against the soft shelf of his tummy gives him away.

Joel’s free hand slides down to your breast, giving your nipple a hard tug, before coming in contact with your clit. He begins to rub excruciatingly light circles on your sensitive nub. A wanton sound, somewhere between a whine and a moan, climbs its way out of your throat as you press your face into his neck. You start to hate him for a moment, but then you remember how perfectly stretches you out and if you’re just a little more patient, maybe you’ll feel it soon. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

“I know, I know,” he coos. “Wanna come for me, huh?”

All you can do is whine and nod in response, bucking your hips toward his thick finger, begging for more pressure on your clit. The way his voice has softened shoots right to your core. Something akin to butterflies in your stomach overwhelms you as heat spreads throughout your chest. You feel so hot, so needy, and so agitated that he isn’t just giving you what you want.

Joel lets out a breathy laugh and finally rubs your clit in earnest. It feels like heaven and hell at the same time, both overstimulating and not stimulating enough. You close your eyes so tight that you see stars as you feel the pressure steadily build inside of you. Joel whispers filthy things in your ear, but you can hardly focus on anything except the practiced circles on your clit.

Involuntarily, your legs twitch and begin to close as you approach your peak. Joel pins your leg to the bed with his own and slaps your clit, a playful warning. “C’mon now, be a good girl. Keep ‘em spread for me,” he says, voice husky and low as it vibrates the shell of your ear.

The praise nearly makes you come and Joel knows it, but he slows his pace, letting your impending orgasm dissipate. You exhale slowly, trying to mask your frustration. But then he does it again and again, bringing you right there before taking it all away. After your orgasm is snatched away from you for the fourth time, you’re a shaking mess, hair sticking to your forehead and face hot with lust and anger which, right now, feel like the same thing to you.

“Y’look s’pretty like this, y’know that?” he asks, his syrupy drawl thickened by want.

“Mm—feels s-so,” you moan, “fucking good, Joel.”

After the first few times fucking him, you figured out that Joel likes praise as much as you do, even if he isn’t forthright about it. It isn’t a lie, it feels so fucking good, but you also hope that telling him so will give you the release you crave. As his fingers speed up, applying the right amount of pressure, you think your strategy may have worked. Your moans become louder as your hips jerk up. You’re right there. But he stops altogether, dragging his fingers up to rest on the curve of your stomach, leaving a trail of your arousal.

The smug look on his face pisses you off. You want to hit him. You want to scream, maybe cry. You want to fucking orgasm.

“What the fuck, Joel?” you snap, breaking away from his hold.

“Oh, baby, real awful, ain’t it? Not getting what you want?”

“Fuck you,” you hiss, trying to pull yourself up off the bed despite your legs feeling like gelatin.

A calloused hand catches your wrist and drags you back onto the bed. Joel positions you so that you’re straddling him. If you weren’t so worn out from being edged for what felt like hours, you probably would try to resist, but it’d be useless. You’re forcing yourself to hover above him, legs twitching as you try to muster the strength to stay like that, just so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of your wet, hot cunt on his throbbing cock.

Joel notices that you’re enraptured by him below you, your eyes focusing intently on the expanse of his chest and the gray hair littered across, covering scars here and there. While you’re thoroughly distracted—lecherous yet embittered—Joel forces you down on his cock. The unexpected intrusion makes you wince and a jumbled fuckjoelohmygod spills from you, sandwiched between high pitched whines and moans.

“Fuck me, sugar,” he commands with a grunt, slapping your ass as he bottoms out inside of you. The head of his cock kisses your cervix, stirring a delicious pressure inside of you, and the initial burn of the stretch melts into pleasure.

You can’t think of anything except the feeling of Joel splitting you open. The way the gray patch of hair at the base of the cock meets your own hair and your swollen clit, the weight of his hands on the soft, plush flesh of your hips, the bead of sweat rolling down his aquiline nose. You snap out of your trance as he squeezes your supple thighs and raises an eyebrow, awaiting your movement.

“I-I…” you stutter, pinching your eyes closed. You anchor yourself to him by pressing your palms flat against his chest, his heartbeat steady yet accelerated under your touch. Seated fully on his cock, you begin to languidly grind on him, softly moaning as the base of his cock grazes your puffy clit. You’re slow in your movements, but precise, only prioritizing Joel’s cock nudging the spot inside of you that makes your toes curl and the pressure on your clit.

“Is that the best ya can do?” Joel groans, discontented with your lack of compliance. His feet dig into the bed for leverage as he lifts his hips to fuck up into you, fast and sloppy.

It’s an obscene sight—your tits bouncing as he fucks you, his thumb playing with your clit, hands grasping at the headboard for some grounding. But the sounds, god. The sounds in the room were downright sinful. High-pitched, borderline squeaky, gasps and mewls from you with grunts and groans from Joel. Skin on skin. The bedframe precariously creaking. Nearly out of your goddamn mind from Joel’s cock ruthlessly pistoning in and out of your weeping cunt, you have no idea how loud you really are, but even if you did, it wouldn’t matter. The louder you get, the harder Joel fucks you.

“Mm, fuck, can feel her squeezin’ me, sweetheart,” Joel grumbles between heavy breaths, “but ya can’t come until I say so, got it?”

You nod dumbly with your mouth agape, doing your best to fight the fire in your clit that was rapidly burning. Tears threaten to spill from your waterline as Joel’s thumb works faster to circle your clit and you hear him chuckle beneath you. That fucking asshole. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“Joel, stop,” you choke out, “or I-I-I’ll…I’m going to—”

“No, be a good girl f’me.”

That’s all it takes. Those two words—good girl—send waves of pure ecstasy over you while you come on his cock. As your walls spasm and clench around him, you dig your nails into his shoulders. Maybe you’ll leave your mark on him, adding to the collection of scars across his body. Joel fucks you through it, each thrust more erratic and delectable than the last.

As you come down from the high of your orgasm, each of your senses trickle back in. You can now hear Joel saying something that you can’t quite make out below you, you can taste the iron on your tongue from where you bit down on your lip while you came, you can feel the wetness on your thighs. Wait—why was it so wet? Glancing down, it hits you. You must’ve squirted because you and Joel are drenched in your release. Heat creeps up your neck and rests on your cheeks, your face burning with embarrassment.

“Hey,” Joel’s gravelly voice cuts through your haze. A light tap to your ass draws your eyes down to his. “Up.”

Lips parted, you nod slowly, pulling yourself off of his cock and collapsing next to him. Joel shifts onto his side to face you, heavy and hard cock landing on your wet thigh. Your eyes meet his for only a few seconds before you look away, unable to read his expression. You sigh and say ,“That’s…never happened before…”

Joel hums in response as he sits up and positions himself between your shaky thighs, spreading them apart and grabbing the base of his cock. Your breath hitches and your eyes widen, mesmerized by the angry red tip in front of you. How is it even possible to still need him after such an intense orgasm? Joel makes you like this. Insatiable. You think you hate him for it or at least you might right now, while you lie in front of him, absolutely wrecked.

“Soaked my goddamn lap,” he grumbles.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Don’t go blamin’ me,” he gruffs, lining himself up to your leaking entrance. “Blame this needy fuckin’ pussy. Can’t help creamin’ all over my cock, huh?”

In one swift motion, Joel snaps his hips into you, his groin flush against yours. You nearly yelp, your pussy beyond sensitive from your orgasm. He begins fucking you relentlessly and you wrap your legs around his waist to suck him in as deep as possible. You swear, you can feel him in your stomach every time he bottoms out. Joel leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours, your sweat mingling with his. It’s tortuous, having him this close to you, but knowing that you can’t kiss him. You wouldn’t risk it, not when you’ve already pushed your luck with him. All you want is Joel. Inside of you, on top of you, touching you.

“Y’need to learn your lesson, girl,” he mumbles, lips dangerously close to yours. Joel’s hand snakes between the two of you and rests heavy on your throat.

“Please,” you choke out, unsure of what you’re even asking for. Pliant and soft beneath him, you’d take anything.

Joel props himself up on an elbow, his large hand never leaving your neck, as he looks around the room. Something shifts as his gaze lands on the back scratcher next to your bed. His eyes, dark and heavy lidded. Letting go of your throat, he grabs the back scratcher and turns it over in his hands like he’s contemplating whether or not it’s a suitable punishment. You know damn well that he’s already made up his mind—he’s just fucking with you.

“Hm,” his eyes flick up to meet yours, “ya think this will get it through that pretty little head? That ya gotta listen to me?”

Biting your bottom lip, you give a small shrug. “Maybe,” you say, practically a whisper. Sweat starts gathering in the pit of your knee as you anticipate the burn.

Joel pushes your legs together and shoves your knees into your chest, making your pussy choke his cock and you can’t help but moan at the change in position. With the back of your thighs exposed to him, Joel has the perfect view of where his cock meets your pussy and he’s practically salivating. When his thumb brushes your swollen lips, you hum in pleasure and close your eyes, letting your head loll back onto the pillow. Lost in a daze, Joel seizes the opportunity to catch you off guard. Cold wood meets your skin with a loud smack and you cry out at the sudden pain.

“Fuck!” you exclaim, eyes opening and brows furrowing as you look up at him.

“Poor thing. Shoulda listened to me if ya didn’t want me to hurt ya.” Soothing the skin that was already beginning to raise with his thumb, Joel tuts and shakes his head. “But I think ya like this, don’t ya?”

You whine in response, nodding your head in quick succession. It’s true; in a world with so much unmitigated pain, it was nice to have a strike come from Joel. Joel, who despite all of his rough edges, wouldn’t ever hurt you too badly.

“S’what I thought,” he says, raising the back scratcher and hitting the back of your thighs again, but this time with more force.

As the sting fizzles out, Joel begins fucking you, setting a punishing pace. The pleasure and pain are an irresistible cocktail and you start to clench around him, feral moans and his name mindlessly pouring out of you.

Joel groans at the sight in front of him. You, all fucked out, just writhing in front of him. Pulling your legs closer to your chest, you invite him to hit you again. And fuck, he does. Over and over again, only stopping when he sees that he’s broken skin, crimson bubbling from the small split in your flesh. At this point, the pain has clouded your mind and everything felt hazy. You’re finally in that space that only Joel can bring you to.

“Oh, baby,” Joel coos between grunts, “did s’fuckin’ well takin’ your punishment.”

You smile stupidly at the praise, letting your legs drop, blood smearing on your bedspread. When you open your eyes, you see Joel looking down at you, almost affectionately. You’d seen him vulnerable before, yes, but this feels different, like you’ve managed to access a different part of him. You’re not sure what part of him, but it was definitely something new. He leans down, burying his face in your neck as he continues to fuck you, hard and deep. Holding him to you like you’ll fall off of the earth if you let go, you moan his name in his ear as he kisses that sweet, velvety spot in your pussy with his cock.

Hips stuttering, you can tell he’s close. His grunts grew louder and beautifully harmonized with the squelch of your pussy. “Joel,” you whimper, “want you to fill me up. Please.”

“Like when ya use your manners, sweetheart,” he says, nipping at your throat. “Gonna fill ya up real good. Claim this fuckin’ cunt.”

With that, he’s spilling ropes of come inside of your spent cunt, filling you to the brim. Your pussy has a vice grip on him, squeezing and milking every last drop from his cock. When he finally stills inside of you, you’re both panting messes. Joel goes limp against you, putting all of his weight on you as you both try to catch your breath.

You could lie like this forever, you think. There’s something comforting about his body suffocating yours, cock softening inside of you. Something safe about it. Something that makes your body vibrate. You push the warm thoughts away, knowing that in a few minutes, Joel will be slamming your door shut to go back to his apartment across the QZ.

Joel pulls out of you carelessly without a word and begins to get dressed, shoving his come-slick cock in his boxers. You reach over to your nightstand, opening the draw and pulling his ration cards out. As you do this, you feel his come leak out of you, trickling down to your puckered hole and pooling on your definitely soiled bed sheets.

Tossing the ration cards his way, you lean back against the headboard. Joel’s eyes flick from his cut to you, quietly shoving the cards in his back pocket.

“Y’could’ve just asked,” he says flatly.

“More fun this way.”

Joel exhales through his nose and the slightest smirk tugs at his lips. Padding over to you, he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead, brushing your hair out of your face. You leave a kiss on the palm of his warm hand before getting out of bed and walking over to the bathroom to clean up. Joel’s eyes are burning into you as he watches his come drip down your legs from behind.

When you emerge from the bathroom, Joel’s gone, but the white t-shirt he was wearing under his flannel is folded at the end of the bed.

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count-on-mi · 2 days ago

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Twice Interactive Story Part 27 Family Trip (Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu)

You walk like a zombie, you still can't accept the fact Mina has just said.

You say nothing and get on the car, ready to start the vacation. Chaeyoung is sitting next to you, while Dahyun sits at the back.

'Problem solved, Oppa?' Chaeyoung asks. 'You are not looking good.'

“Problem not solved, but I’ll deal with it. Let’s just go shopping, get you something new.” I say as I start the car and begin driving.

'Thank you, Oppa!' Dahyun kisses your cheek as she is happy to get some new clothes. 'You want me to wear that kind of dress, right?'

Chaeyoung smirks, 'New clothing is good, but aren't you want to see us naked on your bed more, huh?'

'You can see it tonight, right Dahyun eooni?' Chaeyoung teases you.

'What are you talking about...' Dahyun blushes and playfully slap Chaeyoung's shoulder.

As we arrive I’ll follow Dahyun and Chaeyoung around until I find something interesting for Mina

Chaeyoung knows you are struggling so she doesn't bother you, instead she goes to see some vintage that she likes, of course with your credit card.

Dahyun still doesn't know what happened, but she can feel you are down. 'Are you ok, Oppa?' Dahyun holds your hand while walking in the mall, 'You should focus on us if we are going out, right? Let's handle the problem later, together. Dubu will try my best to help!'

“Sorry Dubu, it’s just that clothes shopping isn’t exactly the most fun thing for me to do. Especially if Chaeyoung is the one using my card.” I joke.

'Then you should not give her the card.' Dahyun says. 'What do you want to buy? Let's go to see it together.'

You think what you should buy for Mina, and after thinking for a while, you realize that you don't even know what she likes, you have known her for quite a long time, but you still have no idea.

'Maybe Sana will know?' You talk to yourself, when you wanna ask her, you remember she mad about you last night, you may need to cheer her up too.

Damn, woman is just so annoying, you are frustrated again.

“I don’t really know,” I respond to Dahyun. “Let’s just look around until we find something interesting.”

You just walk with Dahyun in the mall casually, try to find something for Mina. Suddenly you hear some cheer from the audience, you walk there and find that there is a dance performance in the mall.

You grab Dahyun's hand and walk with her through the wave of people, trying to get closer to the stage. You finally understand why the man would cheer so loud, Tzuyu is one of the performers.

Tzuyu noticed your bulge, she smirks again and give you a signal, telling you to go to the backstage before she leaves the stage.

You release Dahyun's hand and start to move, 'where are you going, oppa?' Dahyun asks curiously while next group of performers are going on the stage. 'The show hasn't ended yet, or you want to leave now?'

“We should find Chaeyoung, I don’t want her spending too much.” I say in response.

Dahyun holds your hand again and you two leave the crowd, Tzuyu has witnessed everything from backstage. 'Another girl? Funny. He is coming to me if not stop by that girl, who is she?'

You try to call Chaeyoung but in vain, so you directly go to the vintage store, hoping to find her but you can't.

You ask Dahyun to wait for Chaeyoung outside when you go to the toilet, the toilet is empty. You try to excuse yourself, and suddenly Tzuyu comes in.

'I have waited you for so long.' She said while putting the maintenance signage on the door knob, preventing others accidentally break in.

“Tzuyu. What do you want? I’m trying to go to the bathroom.”

'I saw you need some help from the stage, so I am coming to help you.' Tzuyu walks towards and blows winds in your ear.

'Maybe I should help you to pee first.' Tzuyu unzips your trousers and takes out your still semi-harden cock, aiming at the urinal.

'Didn't you see I tell you to join me at backstage? Or do you want your sister to help you instead, I can only recognize her when I leave the stage.'

“I don’t need any help Tzuyu. Now if you could please leave and let me do my business that would be appreciated.”

'Sir, I know you are horny when you watch me dance, all the audience thought I was seducing them, but I am just dancing for you.'

'Seems your cock doesn't agree with you, look how hard it is?' Your cock is back to full hardness again when Tzuyu holding it, Tzuyu smirks and slowly rubs your tip, the pre-cum is already leaking, and she tastes it. 'Let me help you pee first, sir. I will help you for everything, no begging required.' Tzuyu then pushes you in the partition and lock the door.

I grab Tzuyu’s ass “Why pay me attention now?”

'You are the first man that can resist me, although I see you just barely make it, you still make it.' Tzuyu smiles at you. 'My daddy still begging me to let him cum every night.'

'Would you pee first, so I can help you on other aspects?' Tzuyu playfully licks her lips, signaling to you she can't wait for next. Tzuyu grabs your cock and aim at the water closet, making some 'shh' round to help you pee.

I use the bathroom, telling Tzuyu to leave afterward. “You may have an interest in me, but I’m not too interested in you.”

You try your best to resist the temptation and tell Tzuyu to leave. She is still holding your cock in her hands, 'Really? I don't think your cock agrees with you.'

Tzuyu playfully twists your cock and strokes you, soon you feel you are on the edge of the orgasm, feeling your cock throwing in her hands, 'Come on, you want to cum for me, right?' Tzuyu shows a facial expression, ready for you to cum on her face.

I turn around at the last moment cumming on the stall wall. “I think that’s enough of that.”

'Why?' Tzuyu shocked as you choose to cum on the wall instead of her face. 'Seems you like the wall more than me?'

Tzuyu doesn't hesitate to lick your rim and jerk you from behind as you still face the wall. 'Don't you love my work?' Your cock is returning to full hardness under the magic of Tzuyu. You can feel her tongue reaching deeper, and some moan leaks from your mouth.

I push her away, “That’s enough Tzuyu.” I’ll push my way out of the stall pull up my pants, hiding my erection. And walk out.

'Well, I guess I will see you in the office then?' Tzuyu gives you a fake smile and sees you leave the toilet. Once you leave, she kicks the rubbish bin away, she never feels so disrespected by other men, and she takes out her phone to make a call, 'Where are you, daddy? I just finished the performance and I want your cum...'

You leave without knowing what happens, and head to meet up with your sisters, Chaeyoung has already finished the shopping and she is in her new clothes already.

Chaeyoung looks hot in this setting and it has turned you on, your cock is even harder when trapped in your pants, 'Seems you love I wear this, wanna get a try?' Chaeyoung noticed your bulge and whispers to you.

“Soon enough I’ll get more than a try Chae.” I whisper back. “Why don’t we go out to eat next?”

'Let me help you first before we eat, we can get Dahyun eooni to get the table first.' Chaeyoung squeezes your bulge without letting Dahyun notice.

5 minutes later at the toilet, it's still under maintenance. Chaeyoung grabs the sink and lets you take her from behind. 'Fuck, oppa, it's so exciting when we have sex in public.' Chaeyoung breathes heavily as you thrust, you lick her neck and your hands are playing with her tits.

You let her keep the clothes on as you think it's hot, and as expected she is not wearing panties when you untied her belt.

'My little slut love seducing her brother to fuck her huh?' You tease her. 'Look at yourself in the mirror, look how slutty you are.'

Chaeyoung looks at the mirror, 'Yes, I am a slut for oppa. I am happy to see Oppa turned on by my body, ah... Look how horny you are, Oppa...'

I keep thrusting until I feel myself near the orgasm. I turn Chaeyoung around to face me. While kissing her I impale Chae with my cock and fill her with cum.

'Umm....' Chaeyoung moans in your mouth when you cum in her. 'Ah... You promise you won't cum in me again, is the clothes too hot to handle?' Chaeyoung smirks while getting some cum into her mouth to taste.

'We should go now, somebody may...' You help Chaeyoung gets up and ready to leave, but you hear someone is walk to the bathroom, you quickly grab Chaeyoung to hide in the toilet cubicle.

You close the door, just leave a space to peek outside. Tzuyu walks in with an old man, 'Daddy, I need your cum. You ready?' Tzuyu says while removing her dad's trousers.

'I am always ready for you, my baby girl. I haven't seen you so needy for a long time. Ah, just like that.' Tzuyu's dad starts moaning as she starts jerking him.

'Feeling good, daddy?' Tzuyu increased the speed of jerking, and his dad's leg start shaking, 'Oh, my good girl, daddy gonna cum.'

'Tell Tzuyu how you feel Daddy?'

'Oh my dear daughter, it feels so good, Daddy needs to cum... Ah...' Her Daddy shoots waves of cum on her face.

Your cock is hard again as you watch Tzuyu giving her dad a handjob, you couldn't believe it's true. Chaeyoung is jerking you as she feels horny too.

'What are you doing, Chae? They could find us.'

'Keep quiet, Oppa.' Chaeyoung smirks and start sucking you. You hold your breath and peek outside. Tzuyu's dad has finished his orgasm, but Tzuyu is not satisfied.

'Why are you cumming so little for me, did you hook with other bitch?' Tzuyu looks angry and squeezes the cock.

'No no no, darling. I haven't fucked other girls after having you, even your mother. My cock is only for you, My daughter.' He looks in pain when Tzuyu squeezes his dick.

'You know the consequences if you dare to touch other girls, daddy. If my hand is better than Mummy's pussy, why do you need her?'

'Yes, Tzuyu. I only need you, I even rejected her when she wants sex.' Dad moans again.

'That's a good boy, now cum for your baby daughter, would you?' Feel the cock is pulsing in her hand, Tzuyu increases her speed.

'Yes, Yes! Tzuyu. I will cum for you! Ahhhh!' The horny atmosphere makes you want to cum, you focus back on Chaeyoung.

I stay silent and force Chaeyoung to a stand still. Waiting till they leave to continue.

'Baby Tzuyu, you are just so good. Oh...' Tzuyu's dad is laying on the wall, he looks much older compared to when her entering the room. Tzuyu is massaging his balls, and remaining cums drips out from his tips.

The man seems exhausted, 'Tzuyu, I still want to cum more for you.' He gets the little pills from his pocket and ask Tzuyu to feed her. Tzuyu swallows the pills and kisses her dad to feed him.

'That's my good daddy, you deserve more.' Tzuyu kneels down and start stroking again.

The men's cock is hard again and he just keeps moaning. 'Oh... Tzuyu... Don't stop...'

'Wow, that man is already drained, but...' Chaeyoung whispers to you and starts jerking you again. 'Hey, oppa, focus on Me.' Chaeyoung starts to kiss while her hands are keep stroking you.

I whisper back, “Fine, just keep stroking me like that, and stay quiet” I start kissing Chae’s neck my wandering around her body.

Separated by a plastic partition, two couples are both having their time, Tzuyu is stroking her dad, while Chaeyoung is stroking you in the cubicle.

The playful words from Tzuyu's mouth are making the toilet hornier, 'Daddy, your daughter is so happy that she can make you feel good.'

The man's eyes are red, he is just a cumming machine that keeps cum for Tzuyu, his voice is becoming weaker every time he cum. 'Tzuyu... I love it, ah...'

Chaeyoung stroking you faster and faster, while your lips never leaves her body, your hands slips into her clothes to play with her tits.

Your cock throb in her hands, Chaeyoung knows what it means, her hands reach your balls, she leans to kiss you, preventing you to make any noise.

'Um...' You cum your seed on Chaeyoung's meaty thigh, it slowly dripping down from her legs.

You two break the kiss and you turn around to peek outside, there is more cum on Tzuyu's face, seems her dad has cumed a few more times when you are playing with Chaeyoung.

''Please, daughter, let daddy cum.' Her dad is begging Tzuyu. Tzuyu smirks and her free hand go to her dad's nipple.

'Ah, Tzuyu!' Another cum splash all over Tzuyu, but she didn't stop stroking, she enjoys her dad's moan, and she keep her moves.

Seems they are not gonna stop, you check your watch, it's near an hour you two entered the bathroom.

Chaeyoung's hand catches your cock again, 'Seems they are not finishing yet, one more round?'

“No, call Dahyun and make her knock at the bathroom entrance.”

'OK, oppa.' Chaeyoung gets some tissue to wipe away your cum and wears the trousers back. She takes out the phone however she accidentally drops it on the floor.

'Shit.' You and Chaeyoung look at each other. You peek outside, Tzuyu's dad just cum another time on Tzuyu. 'Ah... Tzuyu...'

'Let's continue tonight, daddy.'

'Sure, my baby girl.'

'I will clean myself, wait for me in the car daddy.'

Tzuyu's dad dresses up and struggling walk out of the bathroom, Tzuyu licks some cum and stand up, she looks at the mirror, admiring the cum on her face.

'Come out, I know you have been watching. Show yourself, tell me who you are and I may allow you to cum.' Tzuyu seems don't know it is you watching all the time.

“Stay in here.” I whisper to Chaeyoung before coming out with a laugh to face Tzuyu.

'What are you laughing at?' Tzuyu turns around to check if is it the real you, she steps her legs as she is a bit angry of your laugher.

Soon she resumes normal and turns back to the mirror again, 'So why are you still staying here, I thought you leave already. You back to enjoy the show?'

“I didn’t exactly get to go in peace when I came in here last time. And then I get to see such a cum hungry girl. It’s funny. Especially considering who it’s with, you best be going. Wouldn’t want to keep your daddy waiting.” I say going forward to wash my hands.

'I don't think it's funny, I am just helping my dad in an alternative way.' Tzuyu gets the cum from her face and licks it.

'I don't think you are here alone, Mr. You must come to release yourself. Who is she, Your sister Dahyun? Or your subordinates?' Chaeyoung looks at the cubicle through the mirror.

'Or you just jerking to me while seeing I help my dad?' Tzuyu turns to look at you, still licking her fingers. The sight make you hard instantly.

“I don’t think that’s you helping your dad if you force him to avoid having sex with others. I think you’re just being a brat. Seems like me not wanting you earlier got on your nerves and you needed someone else to get what you wanted.”

'My dad is old now, he can't cum as many time as he was young, so he chooses to only cum for me, as he feels the best when he cums for me, what's the problem.' Tzuyu answers seriously.

'And don't pretend you don't want me, your cock is hard. You try to control yourself doesn't mean I am not attractive for you.' Tzuyu walks over and catches your cock, 'See how hard you are, every man will get hard because of me, including you!'

“Just because I’m hard doesn’t mean I want you. I think that you want me more than I want you frankly. Just go with your daddy already, I’ll introduce you to the team Tuesday.”

'If you don't want me then why would you hard? Just admit it ok, it's not wrong that you hard for me.' Tzuyu starts to stroke your cock without removing your trousers. 'My dad could get some rest on the car, I guess he can't control himself when he see me again.'

'You haven't told me yet, who is with you, let me see who you choose over me. Let me know what aspects I lose.'

“You lose in so many aspects. Meet my girlfriend, Chae.” I sag going back to the stall, opening the door. I look at her, making sure she understands she has to play along and act as my girlfriend for the moment.

'HI, I am Y/N's girlfriend, Chaeyoung. Nice to Meet you. I am sorry that we interrupt you and your father.' Chaeyoung steps out of the cubicle.

'Your girlfriend is cute tho, but I don't think I will lose to her, my tits are larger, my ass is larger and my legs are longer. What aspects I am losing? Tzuyu walks around Chaeyoung to observe her.

'But I guess your girlfriend could not satisfy you so you have to fuck other girls at work, right?' Tzuyu smirks, looking how Chaeyoung would reacts to her boyfriend cheating.

Chaeyoung seems to shock and doesn't know what to respond, 'What are you talking about...'

'Are you sure she is your girlfriend, I don't a girlfriend can act do calm when she knows her boyfriend cheats on her.' Tzuyu looks at you.

Tzuyu's words triggered your memory of Nayeon, the way she yelled at you when she knows you cheated with Momo.

“She’s greater than you Tzuyu.” I kiss Chaeyoung before dragging her out of the bathroom and back to Dahyun.

'Hey boyfriend, is it true that you fuck other girls at work? Include Mina eooni?' Chaeyoung asks.

'Not living with Nayeon eooni does make your life a mess, how many girls you are having relationships outside? I finally understand why she would break up with you.'

“Yeah, it does make life a mess” I respond without saying another word.

'Hey, you haven't answer me yet, did you fuck Mina before?' Seeing you walk faster to avoid the conversation, Chaeyoung chases you from behind.

You two speak nothing again until you reach Dahyun, three of you find a cafe and enjoy the afternoon tea. Luckily Dahyun does not ask you where you two go, but Chaeyoung is teasing her again.

'Oppa just met his friend, and he addressed me as his girlfriend, lol.' Hearing Chaeyoung's words, Dahyun looks at you immediately, waiting your explain.

“It was either that or tell her she was my step sister and we weren’t exactly in a position to say that Dahyun.” I respond.

Dahyun just nods and says nothing, and tells you she understands. On the other hand, Chaeyoung seems to realize the joke is too serious, so she did not say anything again.

You are frustrated after you hear Chaeyoung mention Nayeon, it makes you feel annoyed, your life is not good after Nayeon's leave, but you don't want to hurt her again, so you just pretend you are ok on social media, don't want her to worry about you.

However, you are not ok in the real life. Yes, you miss her, but you are trying to adopt other girls in your life, you gonna move on, but you seem to hurt other girls at the same time, Mina, Momo, Sana, and even Jihyo. You sigh as you don't know what you should do. You can feel the love from them, but you are not sure about your feeling.

The mood of you three goes straight down afterward. Silence is the only thing at your table.

I clap my hands together to get their attention, “Come on, let’s not be quiet. This is the first time we’ve been together in a long time. Let’s go to an arcade and play some games, have some fun together.” I stand up and look at them to see how they feel. “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

'Yeah, let's go then!' Chaeyoung jumps from her seat and hold your hand.

'Are you coming with us, Dahyun?' You let out your hand and invite her.

'Of course.' Dahyun hold your another hand and then you three head to the arcade.

'Yah, oppa, how could you get the driving license? You keep crashing on my car!'

'Shut up, Chae. If you don't block my way, I won't crash your car.'

'Wow, Dubu. You can really dance.'

'Wanna join me, Oppa?'

Three of you spend the rest of the day at the arcade to play games together.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #m reader #female idol smut #twice imagines #dahyun smut #chaeyoung smut #tzuyu smut #twice dahyun #twice chaeyoung #twice tzuyu

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moesthoughts · 11 hours ago

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Oo I loved ur most recent van req would u do the same with Lottie

Lottie helping you while you’re drunk

pairing ⛧ lottie matthews x fem! reader

warnings ⛧ none! pure fluff

summary . . you’re on the team, you’re at a house party lottie’s hosting

➛ parties weren’t irregular at Lottie Matthews’ house, of course you as her girlfriend were always invited. Every yellow jacket was invited.

➛ you weren’t planning on drinking much, you were a pretty light drinker after all. But the punch mixed with vodka tasted so good, you couldn’t help it.

➛ before you know it your stumbling around Lottie’s front yard, trying to find your teammates through the small groups of people.

➛ Luckily, you bump into your girlfriend, Lottie Matthews. Her hands grip your shoulders, peering at your face with concern. You reeked of alcohol.

➛ Lottie won’t let you leave her side when you’re blackout drunk at a party, her arm looped around yours, not wanting any guy to take his chances on a vulnerable girl.

➛ She’ll make you sleepover her house after the party so she can care for you, she’d get worried sick if you went home a mess.

➛ Water, soup, tea, anything other than alcohol she can get you to eat or drink.

➛ If you’re upset she’ll hum to you, reassuring you that you’ll be okay. she takes you in her arms and rubs your back like a mother.

➛ Lottie helps you undress if you aren’t able to, and will stay in the bathroom with you if you ask her to. She’ll scrub your bare skin with soap, and work shampoo into your hair with her fingers.

➛ She’ll litter your face with gentle kisses, giggling at your reactions. She loves being able to help you, to be there for you. She feels like it brings you closer than ever.

➛ Lottie has a basic understanding of cooking, if you wanted noodles she’ll whip them up right away.

➛ Since you didn’t bring a pair of clothes, she loves making you wear hers. You just look so perfect wearing her clothes.

➛ She’ll run her fingers through your hair until you’re asleep, and won’t fall asleep before you do.

➛ Not the best with hangovers but she’ll hold your hair if you need to throw up.

➛ Lots of water and hugs, will make you watch tv with her until she sees you’re well enough to go home.

these are really cute to write, i love imagining how they’d be pre crash ❤️❤️ my normal girls who aren’t traumatized yet

req me!

masterlist

#moesthoughts #moeswriting #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets smut #yellowjackets imagines #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets imagine #lottie matthews x you #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews #yj

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confusedmothboy · 2 days ago

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im scared to ask how you feel about lottie as a character

i have a very complicated relationship with lottie and ive been DYINGGG to talking about her because shes more interesting than shauna can ever dream of being. SHE'S the complex female character we need more of.

okay so to preface: i have multiple scales for character appreciation in my mind. there's writing (how well they're characterized and their role as a narrative decive), personality (how much i would fw them as people), action defendability (self explanatory, how willing i am to ride for their defense), and treatment in the fandom (how contrarian i wanna be)

yall know how it is yapping under the cut

lottie. ohhh boy.

writing: oh no notes. 10/10 she is one of the most fascinating characters in the show. her setup and descent is so well done, and her motivations are beyond complex, like you have her trying to do the best for everyone, but also her whole "the wilderness will choose" mindset. she contrasts herself in the yummiest ways possible. her role in the story is absolutely the most relevant and important for the narrative to progress the way it does. as a character, shes's so well done it makes me wish that i could be objective about the whole thing

personality: unfortunately im not able to enjoy characters simply from a robot analysis objective scale. lottie's personality is -while interesting- absolutely INFURIATING to watch. i personally cant stand characters that i call "progress blockers". she repeatedly forces her belief system (deep psychosis) onto the rest of the team, at the expense of escape or actual rational thought. this is where i have to admit: i root for morally sound, logical characters especially in shows like this. "but you can't watch the cannibalism show and complain about the cannibalism" first off. who said im complaining about the cannibalism. im just complaining that shes tormenting my favs (ben, travis, akilah, nat). i do like that she plays a complicated role as the group's mediator, except her mind is so warped, she does an awful job at it (drugging travis, letting shauna beat her up, deluding her followers). i think that shows how much she cares for these people deep down, and i can respect that. more on that later in ther actions section.

actions: so lottie, like i mentioned earlier, has a really interesting internal conflict of wanting to do whats best for as many of the team as she can, while also not being against sacrificing them for the wilderness's mercy. she very much believes that the ends justify the means. however. i can't ever look past her scenes on doomcoming. and im hoping that the people who made it this far aren't illiterate fucking troglodytes who want to debate on what actually happened to travis that night. because it was s/a, actually, it was attempted gang rape and then attempted ritualistic murder. "you cant watch the murder show and hold it against the murderers" we all know damn well that thats not what was most upsetting about that scene, and im allowed to hold certain crimes over eachother in terms of severity. and quite frankly i just cant bring myself to like a character who engaged -ACTIVELY LED AND RATIONALIZED- in that. lottie's whole schtick is that she just doesnt fucking understand or respect boundaries, literally and metaphorically. moving on from doomcoming, she's weird and culty about shauna's baby, which shauna has full right to be freaked out and pissed about. she becomes the leader of the group in s2 and then can't make proper decisions. she lets shauna almost beat her to death instead of trying to mediate the situation rationally, setting up shauna's vengeful nature we see in s3. thats something i could talk about for hours, how shes partially responsible for the shauna we all know and hate. her drugging travis and akilah is a page straight out of misty's handbook, and i dont think i have to explain why it's wrong. her killing edwin?? denying them all escape, causing a chain reaction with shauna and tai also staying behind??? that elevated my blood pressure to a level dangerous to my health. i cannot stand progress blockers. yes, i know she thinks everything she does is right. that doesn't make me (a rational bystander) like her actions any more. again, there are rational people in the show, so im just gravitated towards them sorry guys.

fandom: lottie has two types of people rooting for her in the fandom. theres the "omg my lord and savior she can do no wrong" group and the "omg crazy ass schizo mental illness queen" group and neither of them get her. she's flawed. but her flaws shouldn't all be attributed to dehumanizing conversations about her mental illness. let's not forget that she was a 17 year old going cold turkey on antipsychotics after living the last decade on them, in a situation that's beyond stressful, mind you. no fucking wonder she turned out that way. whatever. i feel like there arent a lot of her fans who recognize the absolute gray nuance in her character. or maybe im just on tiktok too much and everyone on there is fucking rotted beyond belief.

conclusion: i love her. i hate her. im neutral. she scares me. i blame her for all the problems out there and she's doing her best. that's the point

guh

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glassbxttless · 3 days ago

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I'd like chicken and swiss on white, please.

That's all I need, but if the sandwich artist thinks it needs more, I'm willing to try it. 🥰

Since We Were 13

billy knight x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k+

summary: Sandwich Shop Request from wheels-of-despair | You and Billy are best friends going on Holiday— the room you check into isn’t the double bed you booked.

warnings: Doesn’t mention any of the neglect and abuse Billy’s gone through, but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened. They kiss but that’s about it.

notes: First sandwich order, served hot just for Wheels! This was a lot of fun to write and it’s my first Billy fic! I hope yall love it as much as I do. Big thanks to @prettycalla for reading it over! and more thanks to @peachyproserpina as always for editing!

Hauling your suitcase up the stairs, you’re cursing under your breath about charming old inns and their complete disregard for elevators. Billy’s just a few steps behind you, breathing a little heavier than usual but he’s still smiling, wearing his duffel bag over his shoulder like it’s nothing.

“You want me to get that too?” he offers, reaching out towards your bag without even really thinking about it.

You wave him off, with a huff. He knows you’re more stubborn than an ox, so he pulls back his hand, settling to holding the duffel strap. “Nah. ‘M stronger than I look.”

Billy just chuckles under his breath, that low, warm sound that rumbles out from his chest that you’ve known your whole life. He wants to argue with you— he wants to scoop your bag up like he could carry the burdensome weight— but he also knows better than to push you. You’d probably hit him with it if he tried. So instead, he hovers close enough that the back of his hand brushes your arm every few steps. Each touch makes him dizzy in a way he doesn’t really understand, not after all this time. Not after knowing you for so long. Since childhood. Shouldn’t he be used to you by now? The way you touch, the way you smile, the way you laugh. But he’s not. He doesn’t think he ever will be. When you finally reach Room 6, you jiggle the key in the lock, muttering about sticky doors and good old-fashioned charm. Billy fidgets behind you, as he takes a look about the hall. He’s rocking on his heels, the strap of his bag feeling heavier and heavier every moment, until it felt like it was cutting into his shoulder. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous all of a sudden. It’s you. It’s always just you. And maybe it had something to do with the 7 days you were about to spend together, alone. Usually a group of your mates would split accommodations, but this time— it’s just you and Billy.

You swing the door open, and then you both step inside. The room is tiny. A shoebox with a door, really— there’s a cracked dresser, a rickety old nightstand, and one bed. One. Only big enough for two people who wouldn’t be trying very hard to keep their distance. A bed made for those not afraid to declare their love to their best friend. Billy freezes when he sees it. His brain short-circuited at the same time as yours. He’s quiet for a second, registering the bed before anything else. He can feel his heart jump straight up into his throat. “I thought you booked a double,” he chooses his words carefully, his voice a little higher than it normally is.

“I did book a double,” you say and sigh, your eyes wide as you scan the room like maybe there’s a second bed tucked behind the dresser. And for a second, neither of you moves from the doorway as you just take in the scene in front of you. Billy’s not stupid. He knows what this looks like. Knows how dangerous this is for him, how much harder it’s gonna be to keep his heart where it belongs— hidden deep in his chest, where it’s quiet and safe. But he also sees the way your mouth twitches, trying to hold back a shaky laugh, and it wrecks him just a little. “It’s fine,” you say finally, tossing your suitcase down with a thud. You two had been driving too long and had climbed too many stairs to go back and fight with the front desk now. “We’ve shared worse.”

Billy nods, a little too fast. He’s glad you’re not looking at him. “Yeah. ‘S fine. Totally fine.” He places his duffel down on the opposite side of your suitcase. And he busies himself with it, pretending he’s looking for something important. A shoe, underwear, t-shirt, anything really. Because in reality, he’s trying his hardest not to look at you— he’s failing, really. But he knows what’ll happen deep inside him if he looks at the way you stretch, your arms over your head, that shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin. God, he’s fucking hopeless. You start changing without much ceremony, turning your back to him. You shimmy out of your jeans and into a pair of flannel sleep shorts. Billy’s brain tries to shut down the thoughts he’s having entirely. Just one look. So he sneaks a glance, just once— he tells himself it’s purely by accident, but somewhere in that brain of his he feels guilty. Perving on his best friend— but the sight of you, casual and soft, in your panties and just so close nearly undoes him. He yanks his gaze away from you finally, his cheeks burning bright. He can feel his neck running hot and the tips of his ears have to be giving him away. He’s fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt like it’s going to save him whatever embarrassment is going to come as soon as you catch him.

But when you turn back around, you don’t tease him. You’re just pulling your sweatshirt on, catching him mid-fidget. His eyes flick up guiltily to yours. “Sorry,” he mutters, throat dry as he pushes his hand through his hair. “Wasn’t… I wasn’t tryin’ to stare.”

You just laugh, a relaxed grin spreading across your face. “Relax, Bill. It’s… It’s just me. Yeah?” You’re the only one that calls him that anymore.

That’s the problem, he thinks. It’s you. The you he’s been in love with since you were thirteen and dumb. Taking on the world on your walks to school, lunchboxes in hand. The you, who was his first kiss because, “It’s good practice, Bill.” The you who let him touch you under your shirt when he talked about wanting to lose his virginity. You’re his dream girl. Always have been. And he’s kept it on lock down for so long, and it’s all threatening to crumble right now. But now you’re both climbing awkwardly onto the bed, staying near the edges like you might catch fire if you get too close. Billy’s wearing a white t-shirt, his sweatpants clinging to his legs. He keeps his hands folded on his chest, eyes trained firmly on the water stained ceiling.

He really can’t remember the last time he felt this nervous around a girl— around you. Sure he’s been through worse, objectively he’s survived worse— his head has been worse than it has been— but nothing makes him feel more like he’s balancing on a high wire with no netting than lying next to you, pretending he’s not head-over-heels in love. A silence stretches between you. It’s heavy and humming, and he feels like he’s about to combust. So he risks a glance sideways at you. You’re already facing him, one hand tucked under your cheek, eyes half-lidded but still awake. He should stay quiet. Keep his mouth closed. He knows he should. But the words slip out before he can even register he’s talking, like they’ve been sitting just under his tongue for far too long. “Y’remember that fair we went to? Two summers back?”

You hum, soft and sleepy, eyes blinking shut before opening them again. “Yeah. We got caught in the rain right outside the funhouse. You gave me that grey hoodie with the hole in the sleeve. S’your favorite.”

Billy smiles, the memory swirling happily in his brain. “You looked ridiculous. Thing was so big on you, felt like it came down past your knees.”

“You looked worse than I did,” you tease gently, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. “You were shivering like you had a chill in your bones.”

Billy chuckles, heat blooming in his chest at your touch. He remembers— he remembers everything about that night. How cold his hands had been when he shoved them in his jeans pockets, how he’d pretended he was just fine in a t-shirt that had been soaked through just because you’d curled up against his side without thinking twice about it. How he’d spent the whole train ride home, dripping wet and telling himself not to fall for you any harder than he already had. “I think—” His voice catches and he sighs. He clears his throat, tries again, it’s now of never. “Think that’s when I realized I was… properly fucked.”

You turn your head a little against the pillow, peeking at him. The moonlight glimmering over his face and settling over those pretty brown eyes. “Fucked how?”

Billy exhales shakily, turning his head away from you again. He stares up at the ceiling, like the water stains might save him. “Fucked like… in love with you,” he says, his voice so quiet you weren’t sure you would’ve heard it if you hadn’t been listening closely.

The words hang there between you, fragile, huge, and life changing. He braces himself for you to laugh. He expects you to brush it off and say something like we’re best friends, that’s all, because it’s safer that way. Just friends. But you don’t say that and you don’t laugh, instead, after a long— aching pause, you reach across the tiny gap between you and find his hand still pressed against his chest. And you slip your fingers between his.

“I love you too, Billy,” That same sleepy smile toying at your lips as you speak. Your voice sounds a little wobbly, like you can’t believe what you had confessed to either. Billy turns his head, eyes wide and glassy. For a moment, neither of you really dare to breathe. Afraid that you may be dreaming. Then he carefully squeezes your hand and lets out a shaky breath that sounds half like a laugh.

“Can I…” He trails off for a moment, face burning in the moonlight pouring through the window. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod, a bit faster than you’d like to admit. Billy leans in slowly, like he’s afraid this is all some cruel joke. Like if he moves too fast, you’ll come to your senses and he’ll definitely wake up back in his own lonely little bed with nothing but the echo of your words in his head. Your hand tightens a little in his, still pressed against his chest. That tiny, desperate squeeze gives him the courage to close the distance. His nose bumps yours first. He’s clumsy. Too eager. Much like the first time he kissed you all those years ago. He pulls back, heart lurching up into his throat. God he’s gone and fucked this up. But then he hears it, you’re laughing— this soft, breathless little sound— it’s sleepy and lovely and suddenly it’s not embarrassing, it’s just you. He tries again, a smile on his own lips this time. Maybe a giggle of his own slipping between them as he tilts his head more carefully this time. Your mouth brushes against his— a whisper of a kiss, it’s barely even there. Billy’s never really been good at first moves. His hands always tremble too much, his heart stutters, his brain second-guesses every goddamn thing. But with you… even the awkward parts feel okay. Like you know exactly what he’s gonna do before he even does it. And somehow that makes it less awkward.

Your lips are warm against his. They’re a little dry from the cool air. The kiss still feels a little unsure, like you’re both waiting for the other to pull away. But you stay there, your body scooting closer to him. Close enough that he can feel your shaky breath mingle with his. Billy tilts his head just a little more, nudging your nose aside. He fits his mouth more solidly against yours as his hand slips away from yours to cup your cheek in his palm. His lips move against yours slowly, reveling in the way that this may be the best kiss he’s ever shared with anyone.

And you kiss him back just as slowly— The hand laying at his chest, stroking small circles against the fabric of his t-shirt. You’re learning him, what he likes and what feels nice, one soft touch at a time. And it’s messy in the way that (second) first kisses usually are: your teeth click lightly when you both move at the same time, your noses bump again, and again, and again, and you both pull back for half a second, eyes gleaming at each other in the moonlight as you laugh quietly. You’re breathless, too caught up in one another to care. And then Billy’s forehead presses against yours. He lets out a breath full of relief as his nerves finally begin to calm. He sucks in another breath, holding it in before finally letting out a quiet laugh. He had so much damn love for you in his chest, he doesn’t really know where to put it all.

“Sorry,” he whispers, even though he doesn’t really know what he’s apologizing for. For bumping you? Knocking your teeth? For wanting this so fucking badly he could scream? For being Billy Knight and not someone smoother, better? But you just smile, your eyes are closed now as your foreheads relax together. You lift your hand to place it over the one of his cradling your cheek. Your fingers brush over the back of his hand, turning your head to press a kiss against his palm.

“Don’t be,” you whisper back.

Billy lets out another shaky little laugh. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been happier before, and ducking his head down against your neck, and then he feels you pull him a little closer. Your hands sliding down from his to wrap around his middle. When he lifts his head and he kisses you again, it’s slower. He’s more sure of it. This isn’t a joke. Sure, it’s still awkward— God, he’s still so awkward— but it’s sweet and real and you’re his, even if you haven’t said it. And that’s all he’s ever wanted, ever since he was thirteen.

You.

tags ;; @meetmeatyourworst @getaapologist

#glassbxttless #female reader #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joey quinn #joseph anthony francis quinn #billy knight #billy knight x reader #billy knight x fem!reader #billy knight x you #cw: kissing

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kat-rafe · 1 day ago

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Unexplainable

rafe!reader

Life wasn’t easy. It never had been. However things took a turn for the worse when Rafe Cameron took even more interest in me.

I was never fully accepted as a Kook, constantly being the poorest amongst the richest but too rich to be accepted as a Pogue. And when Topper heard that my parents were falling off on their payments for school, he accidentally told his best friend Rafe the second he was a couple drinks in.

Rafe always had it out for me, poking fun at me occasionally. But then he took it to a new level, as Sarah began hanging around the Pogues more. He’d hang around me at parties, always making sure that I knew I didn’t fit in. He’d basically alienate me amongst my own classmates.

I kept my head down. That was always the rule.

Be quiet. Be forgettable. Stay out of Rafe Cameron’s line of fire.

But it didn’t matter anymore. He saw me. Really saw me. And for whatever reason, he wouldn’t look away.

It all came to a head one night outside the Country Club, during some fancy get-together I never should’ve gone to. My parents insisted we show face — “It’s good for you to get out more,” they said, like this wasn’t a slow-motion train wreck waiting to happen.

I was about to leave early when I felt him behind me.

“You really think y’all can fake it?” Rafe said, voice just loud enough for me to hear as he continues to follow me. “Dress up like us, walk around like you belong here?”

I didn’t answer. I just tightened my grip on my purse and kept walking.

But of course — he did too.

“You don’t. And you know it. You’re just some project — someone we let in so they can feel good about ourselves.”

“Rafe, just stop,” I mumbled.

“You think we actually like you? You think any of us do?” He circled in front of me now, cutting off my path, blue eyes ice-cold. “You’re not one of us. Hell, you’re not one of them. You’re nothing.”

That one landed. Like a punch to the throat. And the worst part?

It wasn’t even the first time I’d thought it myself.

I blinked fast, trying to hold back the sting. But it broke through anyway. One hot tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.

Rafe froze.

Like he hadn’t expected me to crack. Like he wanted the reaction — until he had it.

I shoved at his chest, weak and clumsy, more panic than strength. “Why do you do this to me?” My voice cracked, raw and small. “What did I ever do to you?”

He didn’t move. Just stared, stunned, as if this version of me — crying, shaking, fighting back — was something he’d never planned for.

And maybe... he hadn’t.

He didn’t answer me, he just walked past me and back into the party as I stood by myself to break down.The air was thick. My breath came in shallow bursts, hot and shaking, my hands still out like I didn’t recognize them.

I didn’t see Rafe for a while after that. But as I sat in Topper’s living room at some party he was hosting, I saw Rafe from across the room. He was whispering around to random people before moving on to the next group.

I got up from the couch and grabbed my phone, ready to head home after seeing him. But he was faster than me and I didn’t even see him walking out with me. I even reached the sidewalk before I felt a hand on my arm turning me around.

He blinked. Swallowed hard. His mouth opened, then closed again, like he didn’t know what to say.

“You didn’t do anything,” he muttered finally, barely audible.

“What?” I snapped, wiping at my eyes, heart pounding. “Then why?”

“I don’t know, okay?” His voice jumped, cracked. His hands fumbled into his hair, tugging at the roots like he needed to feel something. “I don’t f*cking know why I do it.”

There was a wildness in his eyes now, something I’d only seen in flashes—at parties, during fights, when he was spiraling. But this was raw. This was now.

“I try to stop,” he said, pacing a short circle in the grass, hands shaking. “I tell myself to leave you alone. Every damn time. And then I see you, and…”

He cut off, jaw tight, body wound like a wire ready to snap.

“And what?” I whispered, still trembling.

He looked at me then — really looked at me — and his face broke. Just a flicker, a crack in the armor.

“You make me feel like I’m not drowning.”

The confession hung there, heavy and broken between us.

Then he laughed. Not the cocky kind. The ugly kind — empty and bitter.

“God, listen to me. I sound like a fucking joke.” He froze.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” he muttered. “To hate yourself so much you’d rather feel nothing than live in your own skin.”

“I don’t,” I admitted, voice soft, throat still raw from crying. “But maybe if you stopped pushing people away, someone might actually help you.”

He looked at me again — tired, bitter, scared.

And for once... he didn’t have anything cruel to say.

I left him standing there, pill bottle in hand, alone in the dark with the mess he made. I didn’t say another word. Didn’t look back.

Because if I had, I might’ve stayed.

And I couldn’t afford to do that — not for him.

For a few days, it felt like things would go back to how they were. I kept my head down. Kept to myself. People still whispered, still looked at me like I was some charity case who’d overstayed her welcome.

But then... something shifted.

It started with the rumors. Or the lack of them.

Topper, who never missed a chance to run his mouth, suddenly got real quiet when my name came up. The side-eyes in the hall started to fade. And I heard from someone in class that Rafe had “corrected” someone who tried to bring me up like a punchline.

Corrected. Like he hadn’t led the jokes himself.

Then the whispers started going the other way.

“I heard she never asked to be here in the first place.”

“Rafe said her family helped fund the arts wing. That’s probably why she got in.”

“Actually, I think she turned down a scholarship somewhere else to stay local.”

Lies. Every single one of them.

But carefully placed ones. Meant to cushion the ones he’d spread before.

I didn’t see him again for a while — not up close, not alone. Just glimpses in the hallway, or from across the quad. And every time I caught his eyes, he looked away first.

Like he was ashamed.

Like he didn’t know how to undo what he’d done, but he was trying anyway.

In his own broken, quiet, Rafe Cameron way.

The party was loud, wild in that reckless Boneyard way — cheap beer, blaring music, and people pretending they didn’t have anything to lose.

I shouldn’t have been there. I knew that the second I stepped out of the car.

But I was tired of hiding. Tired of letting people act like I didn’t exist.

So I showed up. Quiet, alone, leaning against the edge of the firelight with a red Solo cup in hand and a knot in my stomach.

It didn’t take long.

“Didn’t expect you to crawl out of whatever scholarship hole they keep you in,” a voice slurred behind me. I turned, already regretting it. One of Rafe’s friends — or maybe just a rich kid with too much to drink and too little self-awareness.

“You here to take notes or just stare at what you can’t afford?”

Laughter. Ugly, sharp, not even that loud — but loud enough to sting.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but the words died on my tongue.

Then he was there.

Rafe shoved through the circle of people before I even realized he’d been nearby. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles already white at his sides.

“Say it again,” he growled.

The guy blinked, surprised. “Dude, chill—”

“I said say it again.” Rafe’s voice cracked like thunder, low and dangerous. His chest was heaving, eyes locked on the guy like a wolf with no leash.

And then it happened.

One shove. One swing. The guy barely had time to react before Rafe’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling back into the sand.

People shouted. Phones came out. Someone screamed for them to stop, but it didn’t matter — Rafe was already on him again, dragging him up by his collar, spit flying from his mouth.

“Don’t talk about her. Don’t look at her.”

It took two guys to pull him off. He was panting, wild-eyed, a little blood at the corner of his lip.

And then he saw me.

The whole crowd had turned. Everyone was staring. But all Rafe looked at was me — like I was the only thing keeping him grounded.

He stepped forward once. Then stopped.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t have to.

I just stared at him. My heart was racing for all the wrong reasons.

Because for the first time in forever... I wasn’t sure if I hated him anymore.

And I think that scared me more than anything else.

His hands still shook as he stalked away from the firelight — away from the music, the chaos, and the eyes that never looked at him without judgment.

I didn’t think.

I just followed.

The sand shifted under my feet as I chased after him, heart thudding hard, the buzz of adrenaline still thick in my veins. I found him near his car at the make-shift parking lot, pacing like he was trying to outrun something inside himself.

“Rafe,” I called, breathless.

He turned, quick. Eyes red-rimmed, lips parted like he had something to say but didn’t know where to start.

“Why did you do that?” I asked softly. “You didn’t have to…”

“Yes, I did.” His voice was hoarse, rough around the edges. “You don’t get it. I always have to.”

I blinked. “Have to what?”

“Ruin things. Screw people over. Push until they hate me.” He exhaled sharply, wiping a hand over his mouth. “But then you... you didn’t. Even when you should’ve.”

The silence stretched. Long enough to feel like a question neither of us wanted to answer.

He stepped closer. I didn’t back away.

“You cry and it fucks me up for days,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “You walk into a room and I feel like I can’t breathe right. And I hate it — I hate you for it sometimes — but I hate myself more for how badly I want you anyway.”

My heart flipped. My chest burned.

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t.

So I kissed him.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t perfect. It was heat and frustration and two people crashing into something they didn’t know what to call. His hands found my waist, pulling me in like he didn’t trust himself to let go again.

And when we finally pulled apart, breathless and stunned, he rested his forehead against mine.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

Because somewhere between the insults, the stares, and the storm, I had fallen too.

And this — whatever this was — felt like the beginning of something that could finally burn brighter than the wreckage we’d left behind.

#rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe outer banks #rafe x y/n #rafe x you #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine

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margarine-archives · 2 days ago

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Courting HCs with: Royal Margarine Cookie !

A continuation of this post

notes: it's been awhile haha. This has been in my drafts since 2023. I apologize that it's super short, its originally unfinished but might as well post it. I might only write for royal margarine cookie this time around, so feel free to request me anything for royal margarine !

oh ?? the famous royal margarine cookie wants to court you ? You are quite the special one ! Yet knowing who you are, it's gonna take more than just a few words to truly swoon over such a majestic cookie ! ~

as expected, royal margarine cookie makes more of an effort to graciously flirt with you, spending most of his free time coming up with more creative lines to, hopefully, make you fall for him ! The special cookie that ( unbeknownst to him ) made him swoon from mere presence !

He makes it his goal to make you fall just as hard for him. ' it should be quite easy for a charming cookie such as I ! ~ ' the dragon rider thinks

to see you reject his words takes him aback, but takes this as a challenge, as a dragon rider he must not give up so easily.

maybe you both had met at the bar, and so it begins. Royal margarine cookie making his daily visit to the bar to have a drink or two with a cookie like you, and graciously throw a pickup line or two in the midst of your conversation, making sure to take a good look at your features to find any form of reaction ( or maybe its another excuse to truly admire you lovingly )

whether you reaction to his advances are positive or not, it’s quite obvious how nervous he is— stiff posture, glancing anywhere but your eyes, and the fidgeting of his fingers.

Despite his multitude of praise and compliments at you, royal margarine is not someone who will take things further, leaving you constantly open to reject him. At this rate, if you want to take things further, it’s up to you on taking the lead ! He swears he’s trying !!!

during the ACTUAL courting stage, royal margarine ensures that nothing goes wrong ! Being the most chivalric and sweet cookie that could only be seen in fairytales ! Many townsfolk are fond at the sight of you two, and grandma cookie can’t help but let out a soft sigh towards it, muttering “ ah, young love ! “ ( even if you two may not be as young as she claims anymore .. )

while there are people who can’t help but turn their heads towards you both, there’s a certain group that really, really aren’t fond of the amount of attention he’s giving to you. Said people are royal margarine’s fans in particular.

many would cast you jealous stares, envious, wanting to be them instead of you. Royal margarine tells you to pay no mind, yet you can’t help but wonder: what makes you so special out of the bunch ?

royal margarine wouldn’t admit it— unless drunk, but he knows, in his heart, that you’ve seen him as more than just a deception he’s succumbed himself into. An endless, perfect performance that somehow, some way, you found a way through the loophole of lies that have driven more than just fake stories.

A fake role, fake personality, fake everything, and yet you loved him— tended to him like it was second nature. If anyone should be asking ‘ what makes me so special than the rest ? ‘ it should be him.

although he’s inexperienced, he really does try to show more of it that he truly is genuine with the ( sometimes over-the-top ) things he does.

Royal margarine is slowly learning, growing overtime, to overcome fears— one of them in having the habit to hide and hide away until the sun disappears, where not even tears that flow down can be seen by the naked eye. He hopes that no one but you sees the raw emotion through his eyes, when he hands you a bouquet with a red, smiling face

“ I know I’m not really.. well— the BEST at these things, and you don’t have to like what I do !!! You deserve so much more …! But.. I hope to see you only see the truth, and not the lies I’ve built up. “

#crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run x reader #royal margarine cookie x reader #royal margarine x reader #royal margarine cookie

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moonstruckme · 3 days ago

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Hello!! I was reviewing your request rules before sending this so I hope this fits what you want/are okay with. I love poly marauders and LOOOVE the smut you write for them specifically. Knowing how hard it is to manage four people in that environment and me having too many ideas I’d love to send to you about it, can I make it easy and request a canon list about them and sex? Like who usually initiates, who’s the most surprising in bed, who’s the biggest brat and the most dom, what some of their favorite kinks are, etc? Besides that, one question I do have specifically I always wonder is it always group sex with them? Or do they all go at it in just pairs of two as well? Sorry for the long post I just cannot get them off my mind and you are my favorite author

Hey angel, yeah this is cool! I’m gonna try to address your questions in order haha but this did get long so I’m gonna put the rest below (minors dni please)

I think they could all initiate, but I see Remus initiating the least, or if he does he makes someone else (probably Sirius) think it was their idea. Most surprisinggggg might also be Remus? Depending on how you characterize him honestly, but I feel like I often imagine him being relatively quiet and doting most of the time so him becoming so commanding in the bedroom would catch me pretty offguard. And he’s so casual about it too! I remember reading in atyd that he learned how to tell Sirius “no” in a particular tone to get him to listen which is so sly but so unlike how he is most of the time and that’s canon to me lol. I am of the opinion that Sirius would only be willingly dominated by Remus, that said he is still the biggest brat because he’s teasing everyone just for his own amusement from the second he gets in the mood. Remus is also the most dominant but really that’s pretty flexible, I think he’s more stern or more lenient depending on who he’s talking to and what they want from him, I see him being quite soft with James especially and probably reader (though ofc that depends on reader’s personality too) but firm with Sirius because that’s what he responds best to. In terms of kinks, I see Remus as pretty vanilla honestly, like his joints hurt so he just wants to have a good time but in a relatively simple way; James I think is also pretty vanilla just veryyyy into praise and probably a bit of a breeding kink (it pains me to say because I don’t like that at all lmao, but that man is family oriented), I think he could probably be talked into most anything you wanted but he draws the line at any sort of pain/fear play or anything that feels like he’s disrespecting you, he wants to cater to what you’re into but he cannot be the bad guy it would be too upsetting for him; Sirius I think will try absolutely anything once, like he will want to check in fairly often that you’re having fun but I could see him fucking with anything with knife play to piss honestly, he’s just open minded lol, I think his favorite go-to though is bondage and idk if this counts but he’s biting you everywhere he can fs. I don’t think it always has to be group sex! I mean you want to make sure no one (Sirius) ever feels neglected, but i imagine it’s probably not rare for two or three of you to only be available/in the mood at the same time so it could totally happen that way. Noooo worries babe haha my response was definitely longer than your ask, and this was fun thanks!

#mae's asks

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tessenpai · 8 hours ago

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Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 142 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans: Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 142 – Rawkuma

Page 1 Event assistant: We'll collect the evaluation sheets here once for score tabulation.

Side text: As the lingering emotions remain…

Judge: I believe we just...

Judge: heard something truly incredible...

Judge Kurokawa: Certainly...

Judge Agata: ....

Judge Tatsumi: ---I

Page 2

Judge Tatsumi: This is the first time I’ve ever not wanted to rank them.

Judges: We feel the same.

Page 3

Kota: Haaah, all the performances are over now.

Sane: It feels like it all went by in a flash.

Mittsu: Damn... I feel kinda sad now...

Sane: Don't say it...

Hiro: There’s about an hour and a half until they announce the results, if I remember correctly.

Sane: Seriously!?

Chika: So, what do we do 'till then?

Sane: Wanna hit up some tourist spots nearby?

Takezou: No, there's a social event next...

Chika: Social event?

Satowa: You guys really don’t know anything, do you…

Mashiro-senpai: Takezou!!

Page 4

Takezou: Senpai!?

Mashiro: Congrats on the performance!!

Senpai 2: It was the absolute best--!!

Takezou: Eh- Why...?

Takezou: Wai- Wha-? You all came to hear!?

Mashiro-senpai: Of course we did!!

Page 5

Kota: Mashiron-senpai---!

Sane: Long time no see!

Hiro: Then… does that mean the others are also—?

Takezou: Ah, yes! They are my senpais!

Takezou: Guys, these are the Tokise Koto Club OGs!

Sane: Uoooh for real?

Chika: Hello!

Senpai 3: Waah, you're making me blush. Hello there--!

Senpai 1: You guys were amazing!

Senpai 2: Yeah, I was bawling my eyes out!

Senpai 3: I was so moved---

Page 6

Senpai 2: And you, Takezou--- you’re so strong and mature now~~

Senpai 3: You've grown way too much since the last time we saw you---!

Takezou: Ah- Wai-

Senpai 2: I honestly could've never imagined it… That the Tokise Koto Club would give such an amazing performance on the national stage.

Senpai 2 & 3: We didn’t even have the slightest clue that Suzuka-chan had a talent for composing.

Kota: Ooooh, Suzu-chan looks like he is feeling awkward.

Mittsu: What a rare sight...

Suzuka: I'll smack you.

Page 7

Mashiro: Takezou

Mashiro: And everyone else, too

Mashiro: I truly thank you,

Mashiro: For taking the Tokise Koto Club with you to such an amazing place.

Page 8

Mashiro [memory]: Takezou!

Sign: Aiming for Nationals!!

Takezou: It's because of you Senpais...

Takezou: Because this is what you senpais passed on to us.

Page 9

Senpai 3: Come ooon, stop making me cry

Senpai 2: You've grown, kouhai--!

Page 10

Tweet: Tomo "I'm a member of a koto club. I don't want people like this to play. I don't want to be near them. They're a nuisance."

Audience stalker guy: Maaan, Tokise was amazing--!

Audience stalker guy 2: Who would've though I could be this moved by a koto performance!

Audience stalker guy: Dude, you were crying.

Audience stalker guy 2: You're one to talk, your nose was all runny and all.

Page 11

Audience stalker guy 2: Still, what was that whole scandal even about in the end?

Audience stalker guy: Who knows? I mean, people forget stuff like that pretty fast, right?

Audience stalker guy 2: True.

Tomoe [thoughts]: They forget pretty fast

Tweets/Comments:

"People like them are trash to society. The world’s better off without them."

"Idiots like that should just disappear already."

"Ban them from participation"

Satowa [memory]: You haven't done anything that warrants an apology, have you?

Page 12

QRT of previous Tweet:

"I heard Tokise’s performance at the High School National Cultural Festival today.

It was

Page 13

QRT of Tweet (cont):

"It was a very sincere and earnest performance.

It was the

It was the sound of countless hours of practice

I don't know if that video was real or fake

I don't know that, but

Surely

There is no lie in that sound."

Page 14

QRT of Tweet (cont):

"I acted like I understood everything just from a single video…

I'm ashamed that I joined in on the hate and slander

I'm taking back the comment I made quoting it.

I'm sorry."

Page 15

Tomoe's friend: Tomoe!

Tomoe's friend: What are ya doin' here? Everyone's lookin' for y--

Tomoe: Eh? Ah... Sorry.

Page 16

Tomoe's friend: What a nice day...

Tomoe's friend: The world our eyes have seen is still very small

Page 17

Tomoe: Yeah...

Isaki: Huuuh---? Where are Chika and the rest--?

Tetsuki: They stand out so much, you'd think we would find them right away...

Tetsuki: Ah, there they are.

Isaki: !

Isaki: Brother, could you hold my things for a bit?

Chika's father: Eh?

Isaki: So you can't run away with them.

Chika's father: ....

Page 18

Takezou: We should head back to our seats soon.

Chika: Okay---...

Isaki: Chiiika!!!

Isaki: Great job on the performance!!!

Chika: Isaki!!

Kota: Isaki-san---

Isaki: You guys, too. Good job, good job---!

Isaki: Man-- It was so good I cried myself dry.

Sane: Thanks!

Isaki: Over there.

Page 19

Isaki: Also, Chika...

Page 20

*No text*

Page 21

Chika: -----

Page 22

Chika's father: Holding a purse and CHIKA Cheering fan

Chika: Pwah-

Page 23

Chika: Ha... Um... Wha....

Chika's dad: ???

Chika: What's with that fan...

Chika's dad: Ah-

Chika's dad: Th- that's not it, this is---

Chika: Ha--- So weird---

Page 24

Chika: It doesn't suit you

Chika [memory]: Dad!

Chika's dad[memory]: Aaah... That's right.

Page 25

Chika's dad: ---...So you can laugh like that...

Gen: So you could laugh like that...

Page 26

Chika: Gramps said exactly the same thing.

Page 27

Chika's dad: ...I'm glad I came to hear your performance...

Page 28

Isaki [memory]: You see, after you guys finnished your performance, my brother was the very last one to stop applauding you.

Page 29

Isaki: Uzuki, your fan was incredibly useful in the end!

Uzuki: Eh?

Isaki: It brought out Chika's smile, didn't it?

Isaki: That's all thanks to your support.

Isami [memory]: It brought out Chika's smile

Page 30

*No text*

Page 31

Isaki: You're gonna burst into tears now---!!? Hahaha good for you!!

Isaki: This is good, all good

Chika: This is amazing

Page 32

Sane: ...Looks like he's fine

Takezou: Yeah.

Page 33

Sign: Judges room

Page 34

Contest official: The total scores from all the judges have been calculated!!

Contest official: Here they are.

Judge Tatsumi: !!

Page 35

Contest Official: …… Please discuss the final ranking based on the total score you see there

Page 36

Judge Tatsumi: Haha... Sigh... This has...

Judge Tatsumi: Turned out to be quite a bit of a situation.

Side text: A storm brews behind the announcement...

---Kono Oto Tomare will continue in the next issue!---

#kono oto tomare #kono oto tomare!#kot #sounds of life #stop this sound!#kot!#rough tl #translation #scans #kono oto tomare 142 #kot 142 #kono oto 142

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miniscule-meow · 1 day ago

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Charlie and Felix: Emergency Contact

Masterpost Wordcount: ~2k First Part | Last Part | Next Part

“Um, hey, Felix? This is Charlotte. Um, Charlotte Beauregard. I’m from... like, from school.” She speaks sloppily, her words mashing into one another with an unnatural cadence.

“I know who you are, Charlie,” he says, frowning. “When did you get my number?”

“I um… got it from the emergency contact sheet at work,” she admits sheepishly, he can hear the wince in her tone.

“If this isn’t an emergency, I’m hanging up.” He says simply.

“Wait! Please, please don’t hang up.” There is a level of desperation in her voice that gives him pause. “Are… are you still there?” she asks softly. The way her voice quivers with uncertainty makes his stomach twist. He suddenly gets the feeling that this is going to be a very long night.

“Yeah. I’m here. What do you want?”

"I um. I need your help?”

“Oh, that’s really cute,” he barks a laugh, a cold instinct. Since when does anyone want his help?

"I’m serious. I know that this is really, really stupid. But you’re the only person I can call right now.”

“I’m listening.”

“So, I’m at this party? And I can’t drive myself back because, well… I didn’t drive myself here. And I’m also- I probably couldn’t drive even if…. I did…. Drive. Um,” she takes a breath, trying to wrangle her spiraling thoughts. “Can you come pick me up?”

“That’s it?” He asks. “You really couldn’t think of anyone else to call? Like an Uber or something?”

“For really,” she mumbles into the phone. “I just don’t really feel all that safe anymore. I know- I know what my brother said, and I know what I said. But I just,” her words begin to dissolve into incoherent mumbles.

“You’re not safe?” His tone is cold and dangerous. A protective spark ignites in his chest. He doesn’t necessarily have the best relationship with Charlie… he doesn’t really have any relationship with her. Most days, he finds her to be an inconvenience… but she’s his inconvenience. And if she’s in trouble… well… He’s already putting his shoes on.

“I mean, there are these guys... Nothing happened!” She says quickly, “Really. I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m probably just… overreacting. I’m, um, hiding in the bathroom right now? It’s fine um. You know what? You’re right, I shouldn’t have called you. Um, I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll figure it out—”

“What’s the address?” It’s simple. He's on his way.

---

Soon enough, there is a sharp knock against the bathroom door.

“Charlie? Let’s go.”

He takes her in as she staggers in the door frame. Her curly hair is held back by an earthy yellow bandanna, two curls loosely frame her face. She’s in a pair of overall shorts. One of the buttons is undone letting the flap of the overalls hang down revealing her baggy white shirt with a faded picture of Van Gogh’s Sunflowers on the front. She looks up at him, her dark eyes are wide, as if she can hardly believe he’s actually standing there. He’s about a head taller than he should be, so when she suddenly reaches forward, and clings to his arm, her cheek presses into his bicep. His heartrate doubles at the sudden contact. People don’t usually drunk call him, they don’t usually want his help, and they certainly don’t touch him. Instead of shrugging her off, he takes his hand out of his pocket, letting her slide her fingers between his. Her hands aren’t as soft as he thought they might have been.

“I can’t believe you came,” she mumbles into his arm.

“I said I would," it's all he has to say.

They weave through the crowded house. The partygoers are largely too wrapped up in their own revelries to be concerned about some other drunk couple pushing through the crowd. They step outside, the music and chatter from the house muffle as the door shuts behind them. The early fall air is still thick and warm with the remnants of summer. Felix leads her down the porch stairs carefully. They pass a small group of people smoking; they pass a girl crying and being consoled by a friend.

“What did you drive to get here?” She asks once they reach the sidewalk. Cars are lined up on the narrow street.

“I walked.”

“But… do you live close by or…” her sentence fizzles out.

“Not really.”

“You got here so quickly though- Oh. Because you—” she lurches with realization.

“Yeah.”

“You walked here.”

“Yeah,” he repeats. “It was that or ride my bike.”

“Your…”

“Motorcycle," he clarifies. "I barely trust you to walk right now, no chance I was letting you on a bike like this.”

“And now…. Are we… are you…” He sees the thinly veiled apprehension coming off of her.

“No,” He shakes his head before she finishes the question. “The school isn’t that far from here. I can just walk with you… Normally.”

“Oh shit!” she jolts, pulling away from him. He jumps at her sudden movement, looking her over to see what’s wrong. “I can’t go back to the dorms! It’s a dry campus. I’m going to get in so much trouble, oh my gosh, my scholarship. Okay. Not going to freak out. Okay, maybe if you go in and distract them… And I just pretend to be sober,” she straightens her shoulders, “sober face.”

“Well. Maybe don’t say ‘sober face’ when you do that,” he says, eyeing her warily.

“Sober face,” she whispers again.

He works his jaw, walking with her as she stumbles down the sidewalk. The moment stretches quietly between them. Her 'sober face' isn't even slightly convincing.

“Do you want to crash at my place?” He asks, against all of his better judgement.

“Wait, really?”

“I mean. This isn’t worth losing your scholarship over.”

“Thank you, Felix.” She hugs him. Not really knowing what to do, he pats her shoulder until she releases him.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he mumbles, “My house is further away. So, I’m going to have to pick you up,” he warns her.

“That’s… fine,” she says tentatively.

“It’ll only be for like ten, maybe fifteen minutes."

“Okay. I trust you, Felix. That’s why I called you.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that. She trusts him. Despite everything, she trusts him. He just looks at her for a moment before nodding and leading her away from the road. He finds somewhere at least semi-secluded before he grows. He doesn’t reach his full height, just large enough to make the journey quick and easy. He lowers his hands down towards her, like he’s coaxing a kitten forward.

“Alright, come on,” he says quietly. She looks like a little doll standing before him. She doesn’t move, she just looks at his hands. “Charlie?”

She looks up at his face, then back to his hands. She takes the smallest step forward, her own hands grasping each other, and pressed against her chest.

“I trust you,” she says again, quieter. This time, he’s pretty sure she’s just trying to convince herself that’s true. Her hands are shaking, despite her clinging so close to herself.

Usually, he would respond to a look like that with a flair of indignance. You want a monster? You'll get a monster.

Felix frowns. She's so little. So fragile. So stubborn. But despite all that, despite the dim lighting, he can see every detail of her. She eyes the scar on his palm, knowing very well where it came from. She chews the inside of her lip nervously, like she’s trying to work up the courage to put her life in his hands. She hugs her arms to herself to still her trembling. She says she trusts him, but she looks so afraid.

He tries to tell himself she’s just nervous about the heights… but she’s likely remembering what he’s already done to her, that first time they found each other in the clearing. She had caught him on a bad day. He only warned her about ten times that things were going to get ugly. If she wasn’t so bullheaded… besides, he didn’t hurt her. He just… tossed her around a little. It was harmless. And yet, here she is... Looking at him like that. Like at any moment he might grab her, pin her down, dangle her.

But no such feelings come. There is just one thought echoing in his mind right now...

'I'm a hypocrite.'

Felix has always asserted a moral high ground, saying that he would never hurt a mundane. He wouldn't flaunt his power over anyone who wouldn't stand a chance against him. He’s been there. He’s been beneath supers who were needlessly beating down on others just so they could feel strong. He always said he was above that.

And what does he go and do?

This little mundane has the audacity to do something as heinous as trying to care about him, and he tosses her around like a cat with a little stuffed mouse. Never mind the absolute mess with her brothers.

She’s right about him. Whatever horrible thing she might be thinking- She’s right.

Maybe a lot of people are right about him.

Why did it take this moment to make him see that? Not any of the countless visits to the Dean’s office, not being expelled from his fancy academy… But it was Charlie, insisting she trusts him, fighting to trust him… but being unable to make herself actually do it. That’s what got to him.

For once, his initial reaction isn’t anger, it’s not blame, it’s just the chilling realization that… He doesn’t deserve her trust.

His fingers pull back at this realization, and she flinches hard at his sudden movement, like she thinks he’s just going to reach out and snatch her up. Another knife of guilt stabs into him, and he does something he's certain he's never done before- he lets go of his size, quickly shrinking down to normal.

He would typically double down. He's made a decision, he'll see it through. His confidence secure, his judgement final. Releasing his size before he does what he intended to do always felt like admitting defeat. But he can't pick Charlie up right now. Not when she looks at him like that. So, he puts himself back on her level... Or close enough.

“Oh. That’s smart,” she nods, just as willing as he is to pretend that getting her truck is all this is about.

“New plan,” he shakes his head, “We walk to campus, get your truck, and then drive back to my place. That way you have a vehicle tomorrow," it's an easy cover. He wasn't having second-thoughts, he just came up with a better plan.

“I have my keys on me,” Charlie mumbles, fishing through her bag.

The journey back to campus is not too bad. The roads are quiet, and the sidewalks are clear. Charlie holds his hand, and struggles to walk in a straight line, bumping against him, or straying towards the edge of the side walk. He keeps a hold of her hand to reign her in.

She hums whatever fragment of a song is stuck in her head, or she makes idle chatter as she walks along beside him. It's largely incomprehensible, like she's not really talking to him, as much as she's just voicing the thoughts that flit through her mind. From what he gathers, she mostly talks about hiking- trails she's been on and what's nearby. They pass through suburbs and beneath streetlamps before they find themselves in the student parking lot, maybe twenty minute later.

She hands him a set of keys on a faded red carabiner. It has a little green leather pouch with her dorm keycard on it, her truck key, presumably a house key and the key to a mailbox, along with a little string of charms- they look like little mushrooms, flowers and frogs. He helps her in the passenger seat of the old Jeep truck, before shutting the door and climbing in behind the wheel.

“You drive stick right?” She asks, leaning against the window. "I should have asked before."

“Oof. Yeah,” he huffs, “It’s just been a while.”

After a rough start, jolting into gear and promptly stalling the vehicle, he gets the old truck on the road, and takes Charlie back to his place.

#g/t #g/t writing #my writing #g/t community #charlie and felix

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moesthoughts · 3 days ago

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I didn't even request it but Loved her safe space! Could you do a pt2 of it with soft smut maybe???? Add whatever you want thankssss :)))))

Her safe space 2.

pairing ⛧ shauna shipman x fem! reader

warning ⛧ fingering r! giving, slight praise kink, cannibalism mentions

summary . . After establishing your relationship with Shauna, you find yourself tucked away in your shared hut longer than usual. After another tough day, Shauna comes to you seeking a different kind of comfort.

part one

It hasn’t been long since you and Shauna professed your feelings to each other, since then you promised to keep your relationship a secret. You both knew it was the best. You’d rather be sneaking around in secret than getting looks from people, and hearing rumors that aren’t true. Though, it was hard not being to express yourself for who you really are. Before the crash you pictured the wilderness as a perfect camping spot, somewhere you could be free and not care what others think.

Yet here you are, in the middle of nowhere. Currently dating the one girl everyone either hates or is afraid of. But it was the least of your worries, because you know the Shauna underneath all that malice. She always gives you that same sweet, innocent look she hasn’t had since the spring, and that’s all you needed. All you wanted was for Shauna to feel seen, heard. Noticeably, it’s made her calm down substantially, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. The girls came to you for advice, advice on how to calm her down during an argument or at least get her off their backs. You’d always shrug your shoulders, Van said you must have the magic touch.

And hell yeah you did, because every time you and Shauna would make out, she’d melt under your touch, lean into your hands when they cupped her cheeks. You tamed a wild animal, and that is your greatest accomplishment here. Not surviving the hunts, the cannibalism, and the constant destruction that happened here. But being in a relationship with someone you longed for since you were just girls excited for your next soccer game, someone who is feared throughout your community. You were just surprised nobody has found out your dirty little secret.

It really has been a hell of a day, lately, you can’t keep up with your team. Being together for so long, doing unimaginable stuff to survive. You knew that trust would slowly dwindle throughout the group, the animalistic hunts you’d perform just to eat something, and worst of all, how long you all kept Coach Scott around. It makes you sick to your stomach, you admire Nat for how brave she is, but the others don’t see eye to eye with her, and neither does your girlfriend.

You are in your shared hut, reading the book you must’ve read 100 times over. The pages are slightly burnt from the fire that happened at the cabin, it feels like years passed by since that occurred. You’re happy with the community that Nat and everyone else helped to build though, it almost feels like another home. As you flip the pages, you start to wonder where Shauna is, she’s usually here by now. Since she was crowned the “Antler queen”, she’s been busy, you know that all too well. A sigh escapes your lips as you put your book down, and boredom settles in.

The wilderness must’ve heard your prayers, because here comes Shauna Shipman into your hut, her eyebrows knitted together. You can tell something is wrong, you are always able to tell. The way she’s huffing, slipping her shoes off so aggressively, and the way her eyes are filled with anger. You put a hand on her leg before she can bury herself even deeper into her frustration, you feel her stop suddenly, slowly sitting down in front of you. She averts her gaze, looking towards the dirt at the bottom of your hut.

“What’s the matter?”

Your tone is soft, and so is your gaze. Shauna huffs again, her sharp eyes landing on you, you feel your stomach flip, that look was never a good sign. It’s almost everyday that your girlfriend has a rough day, and then comes into your shared hut at night seeking your lips, your skin on her palms, her teeth on your neck. Your fingers scratch her knee, trying to comfort her, but you can’t deny you are also eager to feel her all over you again.

“This team is fucking hopeless, they need to listen to me if they want to survive out here.”

There it is, that poisonous tone everyone is so familiar with. You take a deep breath and peer out of the stick walls of your hut, the warm light from the fire, everyone seems to be discussing something, the problem being that Shauna isn’t there to put in her piece. Your eyes trail back onto the girl in front of you, you scoot towards her. Her breath hitches once you move in between her legs, your hands touching her neck oh so gently.

“You must be so angry, Why don’t I take your mind off of it?”

Your tone is sweet like honey, and you have Shauna dissolving in your hands already. A smile perks up on her lips, she closes the gap between you, its hungry, likes she’s been craving you for the whole day. Which she has, she’s been imagining her fingers curling around your waist, your bare skin being all she can see, her thoughts are filled with only you, pleasing you, you pleasing her. Her face dusts in a pretty red, her hands already starting to wander farther than they usually do. You pull away from the kiss, desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Tell— Tell me what you want me to do.”

You notice how she perks up hearing your idea, her eyes wander your body, and she seems lost in thought. A warm feeling spreads through your core, embarrassing little noises escape your lips as her hands explore your body. She obviously knows what she’s doing to you, how your panties are growing wet from how much she’s teasing you.

“Undress, then help me undress.”

You act immediately, slipping off your top with ease. You smile watching her eyes trained on your half-undressed body, you unbutton your shorts next, kicking them off your feet. You’re left in a bra and underwear, Shauna drinks in the sight, checking you out. You can’t deny how excited it made you. She grabs your wrists, guiding you to the bottom of her t-shirt. Your fingers curl underneath the fabric, dragging it over her head. You pause for a second, she is absolutely beautiful. You don’t want to keep her waiting for long, so you slip off her pants soon after, almost too desperately. Shauna smirks at your neediness. You follow her as she lays down, and your leg swings over to the other side of her body instinctively.

“Now.. Touch me.”

A shameless tone laces her voice, her hand guiding yours to her panties. You take a shaky breath before shuffling off of her, opening her legs. You get an eyeful of how wet she is already, you smooth over her clothed cunt causing her to let out a soft noise. You dip under her panties, sliding them off with ease. Shauna bites her lip while studying your actions, melting into your touch. The way your hand caresses her inner thigh, how your eyes are filled with nothing but love. She’s in control, but she feels so vulnerable. You know well that she trusts you with everything, trusts you enough to open her legs for you, and that’s what makes your heart ache. Your finger circles her clit slowly, drawing out quiet moans and whimpers.

“Does this feel good?”

Shauna nods fast, her nails cutting into the makeshift mattress underneath her. Your fingers trail down her slit before you experimentally pushing a finger into her enterance. Her breath becomes shaky, as she lays her head down on the pillow. She presses her lips together to keep quiet, knowing that there’s still people out there that can easily catch you both. Though, she wants you to know how good you feel inside her, she hates having so little privacy. She would be loud if everyone knew you guys are in a relationship, but unfortunately it’s under lock and key. Her eyes widen as you push another finger in, slowly starting to pump in and out of her.

“Fuck.. faster.”

Another order slips from her mouth and you are quick to follow it, she rolls her hips into you as your pace increases, fingers curling at her sweet spot. You squeeze your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction of your own. Seeing your girlfriend under you, getting off on your fingers, you could practically finish just off of the sight. You bring your thumb to her clit, tapping on it, seeking some kind of approval to continue touching her like some sheep. You are a follower for her, submitting so easily to her words. Your thumb rubs her bundle of nerves once a million yeses come from her mouth. You increase your speed, noticing how she’s approaching her release. Her quiet moans become desperate, her fingers almost digging into the dirt under the blankets. The tears in her eyes are so perfect, she looks so pretty.

Finally, she comes around your fingers. You continue until she’s finished, pulling out of her soon after. She catches her breath, her mind dizzy thinking about how you fucked her so well. She sits up to meet you, her lips pressing onto yours, so gentle, so sweet. You smooth over her cheek, a smile forming on your face.

“You did so good, you’re such a good girl.”

Shauna whispers through small pecks on your lips, causing your face to flush a soft hue of red. This reminded you of how much you love Shauna, how much you’ve longed to be with her. She slowly lays you down on your back, breath hot on your neck.

“Now, let me make you feel good.”

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