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[everymlmhybrid]

Oooouguugughdhf i forgot i get worse joint pain in the fall. Why.

[ssahotchnerr]

how about girl!dad hotch taking the family to the pumpkin patch??

sweater weather

AW cw; fem!reader, protective girl dad!aaron, playful banter, and a wholeee lot of domestic fluff <3 (and i mean a lot) wc; 1.1k

"Sweetheart, do you know where Ellie's hat is?"

"Hat?" You finally managed to get Jack's boot on his foot, he definitely needed to size up before winter officially commenced. "It should be in her bag, if it was packed to begin with."

It was Saturday morning; instead of sleeping in, starting off the day slow, Aaron had insisted on getting to the pumpkin farm the literal second it opened, in order to beat the October crowds.

And the earlier it was, the chillier it was outside too.

The temperature had just started dropping consistently; you've had a mild September, as well as a warm beginning to the month. But now, it was just past ten, and it was bordering within the mid to high 40s.

And so, before any fun was had, Aaron took it upon himself to bundle up Ellie in her warmest coat - along with a fuzzy hat, a pair of gloves. She looked rather uneasy as each layer grew, but simply allowed her father to indulge in bundling her up with zero protests.

She was an easy baby, now almost-toddler; never too fussy, just happy to be there, and more than thrilled to simply be in the presence of her dad (who notably was also wearing thermal, autumn attire.)

You, on the other hand, would never miss an opportunity to poke fun at your husband.

"Aaron." You laughed gently, your eyebrows crinkling as you took Jack's hand, helping him out of the car.

He peered across the middle at you, his hands halting as he secured Ellie's hat onto her head. A quizzical yet amused expression appeared on his face as he saw you were entertained. "What?"

"It's not that cold." You teased, before diverting your attention elsewhere for a moment - offering the instructions to stay close to Jack, other families beginning to pull into the parking lot - before back to Aaron. "A coat is really all she needs."

He rolled his eyes as you laughed again, pulling Ellie's hat down a bit more gently to ensure her ears were covered. "It's cold enough. And the wind isn't helping either, huh Ellie?"

"Cold." She repeated, shivering gently.

"See." He tossed you a playful smirk, before gazing fondly at his daughter. "That's right."

Once satisfied she was thoroughly warm, Aaron hoisted Ellie on his side to allow him a free hand to close the door. He then walked around the front of the car, meeting you, and poking your side jokingly.

You swatted his hand away with a giggle, your face lighting up. "You ready to pick out a pumpkin Jackers? You're going to need to help out your sister too, she doesn't quite know how this works."

"Yeah!" Jack nodded enthusiastically, eyes pleading. "Can we carve it when we get home?"

"Sure." Aaron agreed, although feigning a timid expression. "Not too scary of a face though, right?"

Jack shook his head, grinning. "The scariest."

As the four of you entered the farm, Ellie's brown eyes grew, as there were numerous festivities to look at and absorb. Instantly, she began attempting to wiggle her way out of Aaron's hold, pointing forward and whining in impatience.

He put her down softly and her little legs carried her over to her brother, babbling his name as she attempted to catch up.

"Jack," You alerted gently, your own pace picking up a tad until she was at his side.

"I know, I got her." He took a hold of his sister's hand, clutching onto it tightly. "I can show her where the little pumpkins are. Those are more Ellie-sized."

"Who's the protective one now?" Aaron teased, a playful smirk adorned on his face as he looked at you.

"You hush."

Ellie inevitably slowed Jack down - not new to walking as she was nearly two, but definitely new when it came to navigating in boots.

It was entertaining nonetheless, adorable as she waddled slightly in imbalance.

And Jack, the best brother there ever was, was patient; sticking to her speed, even pointing at different things for her to take notice of: the maze with cornstalks towering over, farm animals, the pumpkins.

Aaron and yourself fell a few feet behind, allowing them to lead the way. However, you couldn't help but let your gaze switch and linger on Aaron.

Your heart warmed from the happiness radiating off his face; his eyes doing that sparkling thing you adored, or his lips pulling into a smile as he watched the kids. It was subtle, in complete Aaron Hotchner fashion, but the most exceedingly obvious thing to you.

Aaron felt your stare, meeting it, "Can't keep your eyes off me today, can you?"

"Can you blame me? Just look at you." You quipped in return, grabbing ahold of his forearm and nestling into his side. All joking aside, "I love seeing you happy, is all."

"Yeah well," A full smile escaped him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you more against him if possible, smushing you into his side. "I have a lot to be happy for."

You beamed up at him, laying your head into him in a makeshift embrace. "I'm glad."

Aaron pressed a long kiss into your temple. It would've been more lasting, but Ellie tripped forward, causing him to quickly move forward to help her back to her feet.

"Hey you're okay." He consoled quickly to prevent any meltdowns, her bottom lip protruding and eyes watering. He swiftly wiped the traces of dirt that smeared onto her jacket. "You're alright."

Pumpkin picking was a little chaotic - Jack busied himself with the task of selecting the biggest pumpkin he could possibly find, and periodically would advance a bit too far - you'd have to remind him to stay near.

Meanwhile, Ellie attempted to pick up nearly every pumpkin she found. She would pick one, hand it to Aaron. Pick another, and repeat, all while squealing in delight. If it were up to her, she would bring the entire patch home.

You of course, took a multitude of pictures to share with the BAU family, as well as collecting memories of your own: Aaron cheesing with the two of them, Jack and his prized large pumpkin, Ellie with her own little pile, and the two of them sitting on a hay bale.

But finally - with the crowd heightening, and nap time approaching - Aaron kneeled in front of Ellie, a small pumpkin in each hand. "Which one you wanna take home, pumpkin?"

You snorted a soft laugh at his pun, Aaron peered up at you knowingly.

Ellie studied the two of them, before her tiny hands clasped onto the one on his right, pausing with almost hesitant happiness; wanting her dad's approval she made the right decision.

And of course, Aaron's grin widened. "Great job, honey. It's the perfect choice."

You smiled to yourself.

Aaron was right - there was a lot to be happy for.

[armisto1]

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[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

When it comes to cold weather, the main rule (regardless of gender or presentation) is: when in doubt, choose warmth and safety over style. 

Some basics: 

Layering is your best friend: Start with moisture-wicking base layers to keep sweat off your skin. Follow with insulating layers (like fleece or wool), and finish with a weather-resistant outer layer (like a puffer jacket or waterproof coat) to protect against wind, snow or rain.

Keep your sensitive areas warm: Make sure your hands, feet, and head are covered! Gloves, warm socks and a beanie can prevent cold-related discomfort or injuries. 

Waterproof: If you're facing snow or rain, make sure your clothes are waterproof. Wet clothes lose their insulating ability, so staying dry is a big part of staying warm! 

Reflective Gear: If you’re out in the dark or in poor visibility conditions, consider adding reflective elements to your outfit for safety.

People can react differently to temperatures. A temperature that feels super cold to you could feel comfortable to someone else, depending on what you’re used to (and some other factors). As a very basic rule, we can say: Gloves, beanies, and other cold-weather accessories typically become necessary when temperatures drop below 40°F (4°C). In more severe cold (below 32°F (0°C)), it’s even more important to wear them to protect yourself from frostbite and maintain body warmth. But it goes even in milder weather: if you feel uncomfortable or if it’s windy or damp, it’s a good idea to add these items for extra comfort.

With all that being said: Clothes are not just for safety and temperature control, they also help you express yourself - and that doesn’t suddenly change in winter. 

Dressing for cold weather doesn’t have to mean sacrificing your personal look. Whether you want to present more feminine, more masculine, or more androgynous, here are some tips to help you layer up and feel like yourself: 

(Note that these are suggestions, not hard rules. Style is highly subjective as everyone has different tastes, preferences, body types, fashion inspirations, budgets, cultural influences etc. I could suggest something here that you’d feel super uncomfortable in - if so, that’s not a sign you’re “doing it wrong”! Cherry-pick what feels right and ignore the rest) 

If You Want to Present More Feminine

Base Layers: If you want to wear skirts or dresses in winter, start with thermal leggings or tights! These can be nicely paired with cozy, long-sleeved tops or lightweight thermal shirts. (But also keep in mind that plenty of women, cis or trans, do not wear dresses all the time! Nothing wrong with choosing jeans!) 

Outer Layers: There are plenty of styles to choose from that have a feminine touch, such as a belted trench coat, a pea coat, or a long wool coat. Shawls are also excellent for adding a touch of style while keeping you warm! 

Footwear: Knee-high or thigh-high boots lined with faux fur or fleece can keep your legs warm and add a polished look to your outfit. Ankle boots with thicker socks are also a good alternative.

Accessories: Scarves, gloves, and beanies can be both practical and stylish. Knit hats or earmuffs can add a soft, cozy vibe to your look.

Style Tip: Go for a mix of fabrics like wool, faux fur, and knitwear to create texture and warmth.

If You Want to Present More Masculine: 

- Base Layers: Start with thermal undershirts or moisture-wicking base layers. Consider long underwear for added insulation beneath your pants.

- Outer Layers: There’s plenty of outerwear to choose from, like a puffer jacket, parka, or wool overcoat! (Faux) Leather or bomber jackets layered over sweaters can also add a masculine edge while keeping you warm.

- Footwear: You might want to opt for sturdy boots, such as work boots, Chelsea boots, or combat boots. Thicker socks can keep your feet warm.

- Accessories: Don’t skip out on scarves, beanies, or gloves for being “too feminine”. They can actually be great for adding a more rugged feel to your outfit! You just gotta find a color and style that fits you well. 

Style Tip: Focus on layering in a way that adds structure. Sweaters, button-ups, and jackets work great together for a sharp, put-together look. Play with dark, neutral tones and thick fabrics like wool or denim for extra warmth and style.

If You Want to Present Androgynous

- Base Layers: Neutral-colored thermal tops or turtlenecks can serve as great foundational pieces. You may want to pair these with straight-leg or loose-fitting pants that allow room for layering underneath.

- Outer Layers: Oversized coats, puffer jackets, or long trench coats can work well for an androgynous look. Try layering with oversized sweaters or fleece pullovers for extra warmth.

- Footwear: You could go for sneakers, lace-up boots, or loafers paired with warm, thick socks. But really, any pair of shoes can work for an unisex outfit. 

- Accessories: Neutral-colored scarves, simple beanies, and fingerless gloves can add to an androgynous look. Minimalist accessories like oversized scarves or gender-neutral caps are both practical and stylish.

Style Tip: Aim for a balanced mix of structured and relaxed pieces. Try loose layers on top with more fitted pants, or vice versa, to create an effortless, warm, and non-gendered appearance.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hi doll congrats on 6k! What about "oh don't be such a scrooge" "i knew you were going to say that." With Sirius???

A little suggestive: Sirius leaves some hickeys, and reader is semi nude

“Oh don’t be such a Scrooge!” Sirius moans when you shut down his idea.

There’s a holiday party one of his friends from work is throwing and Sirius wants you to go as a sexy Mrs. Clause to his Santa- or Martha May Whovier, depends on how you look at it.

You’re not opposed to the idea, you just don’t want Sirius to wear the white beard he’s insisting on.

“I knew you were going to say that.” You flip back onto the bed and kick the white beard from his hands. “I’m not kissing you if you wear that thing.”

“Where’s your Christmas spirit, poppet?”

You squint, Sirius has the best puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, but you know how to placate your boyfriend.

“It’s all here,” you gesture to your white thermal tights that’s covered with stockings that have snowflakes on them. “The beard is a big no, Siri.” You’re not above using seduction tactics, so your ankle drapes near his hip and you pout just so. “Especially if you want kisses.”

Sirius groans and tosses it to the side, your please giggle making him bury his face in your chest.

“You’re such a vixen,” his breath is warm against the exposed skin of your boobs, goosebumps erupting across your chest. “You just get whatever you want, such a spoilt brat.”

He says that like he’s not the reason you’re spoilt rotten and as though he doesn’t enjoy spoiling you.

You squeal when you feel Sirius’ teeth bite near your nipple through your bra. You feel a kiss cover it shortly after.

“Siri!” You roll out from under him. You tug his hair and he raises his head, faux glare in full effect.

“Help me zip up my dress and I’ll make you a love stricken Santa with red lipstick.”

He’s never moved faster in his life, although when you go to apply your makeup you don’t miss the hickeys he’s sucked right at the swell of your breasts- you hardly mind.

[punkshort]

Cuts Deep

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Summary: Dave shows up at your apartment in the middle of the night again, but for a different reason.

Warnings: language, descriptions of wounds/injuries/blood, smut (18+ MDNI), oral (m!receiving), little glimpse of soft!dave

WC: 2.6K

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You lost count how many times he had come to you in the middle of the night, but after the fourth or fifth time you began to recognize a pattern. It was always after he did... whatever it was that he did under the cover of night. There was a week where you thought he might be a vigilante crime fighter, then you realized you were watching too many movies and shut the television off.

You didn't dare ask him what he did. He wouldn't tell you, anyway, but you were afraid if you even questioned it, he might stop coming to see you.

And when he did come see you, it was always the same. It was always middle of the night. He always wore all black. And he always broke in and sat at the foot of your bed until you awoke. Or sensed his presence. Whatever you wanted to call it.

But that night was different.

You woke with a start when you heard a loud pounding on your front door. A closed fist slamming against the weak wood, rattling the chain on the other side that was left dangling, as always.

Stumbling out of bed, you rubbed your eyes while you made your way to your front door.

"Who the fuck is it?" you seethed, then your eyes widened when you peered through the peephole to find Dave on the other side. His hoodie was tossed over one shoulder and his arm was braced against your doorframe as he clutched his side with a gloved hand.

"Oh, my god," you breathed as you fumbled with the lock. You swung the door open and hurried him inside, glancing quickly down the hallway to make sure nobody saw, then locked the door behind him.

"What happened?" you exclaimed, hands beginning to shake when you saw his blood seeping through the thermal shirt he was wearing.

"You got a first aid kit?" he growled, cheeks puffing as he tried his best to stifle his pain.

"Y-yeah, uh," you swiveled around and grabbed a kitchen towel. You shooed his hand away from his side and pressed the towel there instead. "Bathroom," you instructed him. He nodded and followed you down the hall, then collapsed with a groan on the closed toilet seat.

He held the towel while you scrambled in your tiny linen closet for your first aid kit. It had all the essentials, but you had a feeling it wouldn't be enough for whatever was hiding under his shirt, so you tucked a few extra towels under your arm along with some large pieces of gauze and medical tape from the time you used to ride your bike to work and you flew over the handlebars, effectively ending that means of transportation for you permenantly.

Popping open the kit, you rummaged around for scissors, antiseptic, and whatever else you thought you might need within arms reach.

"Okay, are you ready? I'll need to take off your shirt."

He scowled at you and you rolled your eyes. Dave had a habit of keeping your sexual encounters as transactional and impersonal as possible, and that included him remaining fully clothed.

"I can cut it off, if you like," you offered, but he shook his head. Gingerly, he took off his gloves and raised his arm, hiding his pain while he struggled to remove the wrecked fabric. You immediately stepped forward to help, pulling at the wrist of his sleeve, then the other, and then carefully tugging it over his head. You balled it up and threw it in your tub to deal with later before turning back to him.

Even covered in blood and grime, he was beautiful. Your eyes briefly roamed over the sharp planes of his chest, strong and toned, then down his thick arms all the way to his softer belly. You had to turn away so you could hide your smile, tickled by the fact that he was actually mortal and didn't have a six pack.

After you washed your hands, you collected some gauze doused in antiseptic and knelt down in front of him so you could get a better look.

"I'm not a doctor," you said when you saw the deep gash along his ribs.

"I'm aware."

"No, what I'm saying is maybe you need to see one. This looks pretty nasty."

He grunted and shook his head. "Just clean it up and I got some glue you can squeeze on when you're done, it'll seal right up."

He leaned to his side and pulled out a tiny disposable plastic bottle filled with a clear liquid, then handed it to you. "Tear off the top and just squeeze," he explained. You stared at it in your palm, your brain still struggling to catch up with what was happening before putting it down on the counter next to you.

"Alright," you said hesitantly, then nudged his elbow so he would lift his arm. You did your best to be gentle as you dabbed at the cut but you heard his breath hitch each time you pressed down on the wound. Your eyes flicked up to his but he was staring at the wall behind you, his jaw flexing and his nostrils flaring. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, just hurry up," he snapped. You rolled your eyes again and tossed the pink gauze into your wastebasket before picking up the glue and twisting off the top.

"Is this going to hurt?" you asked him. He swallowed and nodded.

"Once it dries."

"When does it start to dry?"

"About twenty seconds after you put it on."

You bit your lip, looking back and forth between the glue and his seeping wound, then shifted your weight before leaning forward. You left one hand on his thigh for support while you hovered the glue over his cut.

"Just be quick," he said softly, almost pleading. You nodded and focused as hard as you could on your task, squeezing the tube and smearing the glue around with the tip of the bottle to make sure the entire cut was covered. And sure enough, right when you sat back on your heels to throw out the bottle, he groaned loudly and grabbed frantically at your towel bar.

"Fuck!" he seethed, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to breathe evenly through the pain.

"Shit! What do I do?" you asked, your hands hovering in the air around him. He shook his head and exhaled sharp little bursts of air through his pursed lips until his eyes finally reopened and he dragged in a deep breath through his nose.

"Fuck," he said again when he sagged against the back of the toilet, chest heaving. You grabbed his arm just as it fell from the towel bar and fanned some air along the gash, trying to help it dry so his skin wouldn't stick. You didn't realize it, but he was watching you carefully with a small smirk, eyes scanning up and down your body. He felt his cock spring to life when he finally realized you were on your knees, seated between his wide spread legs in just a thin sleep shirt. He recognized it. In fact, he had fucked you in the shirt before. The memory just sent more blood rushing between his legs.

"Okay, I think it's dry. I should probably put a bandage over it, right?" you asked, completely unaware of his erection pressed against his leg for maybe the first time since you started your little tryst.

"Yeah," he said, voice coming out a little more gravelly than he intended. He cleared his throat. "Put some gauze over it with some medical tape. It'll keep it clean til I can get home."

You nodded and began to rip into your package of gauze, picking out a few pieces to layer on top of one another before gently laying it over his cut. Your eyes, which no longer looked filled with fear, found his and he felt his stomach flip.

"Can you hold it here so I can get the tape?"

He nodded, his arm automatically dropping to hold the gauze against him with two fingers while you began to cut pieces of medical tape. After you had secured the bandage, he let his hand fall to his thighs, just inches away from where his cock was straining against his black jeans.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced over your shoulder at his mangled shirt. "I could put it in the wash for you. I don't think I have anything that'll fit you."

Dave shook his head. "I'll just wear my sweatshirt."

You turned back to face him, your gaze scanning him for any further injury before you braced yourself on his knees so you could stand.

"I have some ibuprofen-"

His hands shot out to grab your wrists and you paused, your body arched awkwardly halfway between kneeling and standing.

"I like the way you look down there."

You blinked rapidly for a moment and then he saw that familiar flash of desire in your eyes before you slowly eased back down.

"Are you saying you have something else you need my help with, Mr. York?"

His eyes lit up, pain temporarily forgotten as you slid your hand up his thigh.

"Don't tease me, I've had a shit fuckin' day," he scolded while fighting back the smile that threatened to spill across his face. He was growing very fond of this little game with you.

You chuckled, fingers pinching around his zipper and pulling down. "Really? Couldn't tell."

A mission that almost went sideways was a rarity for Dave York, but when it happened he had a tendency to dwell on it for far too long. He simply couldn't let it go until he figured out exactly where he went wrong and how he could avoid it in the future. Sometimes it took days or even weeks to get his mind off a mistake, but the moment you took him inside your warm mouth, all the stress melted away and his mind went blank.

"Shit, that's it," he whispered, watching in a daze as your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock. "Look so pretty like that. Yeah, keep going, little more," he urged, the compliment causing a gush of arousal at your center as you took him further into your mouth.

Before Dave, you didn't really enjoy giving oral sex. Your past partners were either too quiet or didn't reciprocate or, in one case, asked for it way too much. But not Dave. Much to your surprise, he always expressed his appreciation and was far more vocal than you expected, two things that turned you on and made you want to do it even more.

His fingers weaved through your hair and he hissed when he nudged the back of your throat. His hips lifted almost involuntarily, causing you to gag and tears to fill your eyes, but you quickly recovered.

Dave's breathing grew ragged and he fought like hell to ignore the pain in his side with every deep breath he took. He watched, transfixed, as you worked him up and down. Slowly at first, then with more speed. Your fist gripped him at the base, moving in rhythm with your mouth while you moaned around his cock, like you were enjoying it more than he was.

"Christ," he groaned, your tongue swirling around his length every time he sunk back inside your mouth. "Feels so good, baby," he rasped, letting his eyes slide shut and his head tip back, knocking lightly against the wall. Baby. God, you loved hearing that. It only made you work even harder.

You relaxed your jaw and took him as deep as you could without gagging. His grip on your hair tightened and relaxed with each pulse of his cock on your tongue. You dared to glance up at him and the sight took your breath away. He was still shirtless with his chest heaving and covered in a thin sheen of sweat and blood, chin tilted towards the ceiling in ecstasy, and it had you squeezing your thighs together to quell the ache between your legs. You noticed some bright blue bruises beginning to form across his torso and you had to fight the urge to kiss each one.

You released him with a gasp, dragging air deep into your lungs while your fist continued to glide up and down his shaft. You were just giving your jaw a little break but then his head tilted forward and he gazed down at you, lips parted for air and eyes wild.

And then he said something that had you melting.

"Please, I'm so close," he whispered, hand pressing gently against the back of your head. "Please, baby, please."

Please. Please, please, please. You weren't sure you'd ever heard him sound so soft and you certainly never heard him say that word.

Immediately, you slipped him past your lips, no matter how the muscles in your jaw screamed for relief. He sighed and you felt him relax as he went back to watching you work with renewed gusto.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, noticing right away how the praise affected you. You moaned and your eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the taste of him leaking onto your tongue. "You like this, huh? Like being on your knees for a killer?"

A shock of arousal hit you and you began to work even faster. It was the first shred of truth he shared with you. Even if you already assumed he killed people, it was different hearing the confession coming from him.

You hollowed out your cheeks and twisted your wrist, your neck muscles now aching from the effort but it was worth it when you heard his breath stutter and his soft little groans that filled the air.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, hips lifting again, but this time you were ready for it. Your name on his lips sounded like a song when he came, deep grunts pairing with each burst of his seed across your tongue until he visibly relaxed and sagged backwards, chest and stomach rising and falling so fast that he felt lightheaded. Or maybe it was the blood loss.

You swallowed his salty release and sat back with a sharp gasp. You caught your breath against your tub, your eyes closed for a moment while you both tried to get your bearings.

When you reopened them, a jolt of fear shot through you. Dave was leaning against your vanity, eyes closed and looking pale. You scrambled to your feet and hooked your arms under his to help him stand.

"C'mon, you should lay down."

He nodded weakly and allowed you to lead him to your bed, where he collapsed and closed his eyes again. You stood next to your bed, biting your nail and looking around nervously. Was he okay? Should you call an ambulance? No, he wouldn't want that. A man like him must have some secret doctor he calls who doesn't ask questions. At least, that's what you'd seen on television.

"I'm fine," he mumbled, sensing your worry. "Just gotta... just need a minute."

"Okay," you said softly, then turned on your heel to head to your kitchen. You got him a bottle of water and made sure to tuck it into his side so he could find it, then slid into bed next to him.

You watched him for about an hour, staring at his bare chest steadily rising and falling and listening to his little snores. Once you decided he probably wasn't going to die, you let yourself drift off to sleep.

And in true Dave fashion, when your alarm woke you the next morning, he was already gone, along with the bottle of water.

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[borathae]

"He asked for two things. Your strap and to be treated with care. You can't say no to him. Not when he looks so adorable with his pretty, sparkly doe eyes gazing at you and his dainty, little waist fitting perfectly between your fingers."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, winter holiday!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, he makes her cum against her will (with consent obviously), and she gives him some spanks as "punishment", that's the only rougher part 'cause otherwise this story is very soft, he dresses up for her in a jockstrap & leather harness, he also wears bunny ears & a tail buttplug, emotionally intense love making, Lotus position, pegging, praise, good boy kink, she calls him slut but in an adoring way, loving dirty talk, voice kink, rimjob, face sitting, oral (f.receiving), 69nin, handjob, nipple play & sucking for both, nipple clamps with chains + choker, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), his orgasms are very intense, he's deep in subspace, subby boy tears, the softest aftercare, they're in love and kinky

Wordcount: 8.5k

a/n: i wanna give him the world. he is my babyboy and i wanna coddle him and love him and give him all the attention in the world! my cutie pookie :( enjoy besties, i fucking love him 🤍 ps: these are two ideas from Kinktober 22 which i turned into one ruining smut :(

You and Jungkook were on vacation. It was a cold destination this time around. Canada in the winter. Jungkook rented a cozy wooden lodge with a view of the mountains and lakes. The bedroom was located at the best spot of the house with one wall being entirely made out of glass and a view of the starry sky. You could also close the blinds, so you and Jungkook have been sleeping in on most days. 

Work has been left behind in Seoul. Jungkook didn’t even take his work phone nor laptop with him and you didn’t even think twice about packing your study books. 

You have been neglecting each other lately, not willingly, but because life is stressful and cruel. So you swore to each other to make this holiday about two things. Nourishing your relationship and relaxing. Both things have been going splendidly. 

You sleep in, cuddle and make out, go for breakfast in the resort’s restaurant, either go skiing or use the resort’s thermal spas and then let the evening play out however you feel like. 

Tonight you felt like going to bed with a good horror book and Jungkook felt like using the bathtub. The book is amazing. It’s scary and totally captivates you.

The bedroom door opens, in steps Jungkook.

“I’m back.”

You don’t notice him at first as the book completely engrosses you. 

Jungkook struts to your side of the bed and stops. 

“Hello”, he coos.

No reaction from you. You are completely lost.

He huffs out air and pouts. He really wants your attention.

He tries by calling your name, then your petname. Both don’t work.

“Mommy?” he tries next, tapping your shoulder.

“Yes Bunny?” your attention is on him instantly. You look at him, “oh wow.” 

Jungkook is wearing a skin-tight jock strap in white which truly accentuates the shape of his dick. He paired it with a white leather torso harness and a pair of nipple clamps. Silver chains are tangling from them, connecting with a white leather collar which he seemed to have pulled tight enough that he naturally holds his head high. 

“Bunny���” you choke out, placing the book aside without bothering to use a bookmark. Yes, this is how truly mesmerised your sweet husband has you. 

A pair of floppy bunny ears is tangling from his head. Jungkook turns for your viewing pleasure, revealing his plump buttocks and the fluffy bunny tail between them. Judging from its position, it’s attached to a buttplug.

“Holy shit Bunny, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you gasp and get on your knees, reaching for him greedily. 

Jungkook turns again, allowing you to pull him closer by his waist. 

“Bunny. Oh my god, Bunny.” 

He giggles, pulling a little pose.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? Of course I like it. I, I fucking love it. Holy shit, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you babble, running your hands all over him. His hips, his waist and stomach, his sides and chest, his arms and shoulders. You can’t get enough of him.

Jungkook tingles from the touches, watching you with half-lidded eyes. This is the kind of attention he wanted from you. All of it and all of it and all of it. He’s so greedy for it.

“You look so handsome. Oh Bunny. Is that what you were up to? Did you even take a bath?”

“No”, Jungkook confesses and snickers, “I lied so I could prepare the surprise.”

“Wow, you’re such a sneaky Bunny. I never would have figured. Gosh look at your ears”, you say, playing with them carefully, "I’m gonna burst, this is the cutest thing ever. You’re my actual Bunny now."

“Mh-hm I am”, Jungkook says, and gets on bed. He does a little bunny jump, making you laugh with it. He laughs himself, doing it again with a cute butt wiggle at the end. 

“You’re too adorable. Oh my goshyoucutieyou”, you lull your words as you press them out through gritted teeth. You squish his cheeks, frowning deeply, “I’m gonna squish you to death”, you growl, acting as if you were squeezing his face even if you apply not an ounce of pressure. The cuteness aggression is hitting you hard. You love this man so abysmally much that you are angry. 

“Mommy, stop it”, Jungkook giggles, stubbing your palm with his nose.

“No, you stop it. You’re so handsome and cute that it’s making me mad.”

“No Mommy, don’t be mad at me”, Jungkook pleads and pouts. 

“You’re so cute. Fuck, I’m done for”, you say, dropping into your pillow with your arm thrown over your eyes, “I need a minute. You’re too much.” 

Jungkook feels so good that it gets difficult to stay still in one place. He wants to bounce around and giggle. It feels so good to be your husband! 

Jungkook loves your attention so much. You give the best reactions to his surprises. Jungkook always imagines how you may react to them, but then you always surpass it. He won’t ever grow tired of being your only center of attention and praise and heart eyes. All of it. Jungkook wants all of it. 

He bounces on the mattress in little movements, closing in on you that way until he can climb on your lap and place his hands on each side of your head. 

You drop your arm from your eyes, looking up at him. The bunny ears tangle, the chains of the nipple clamps do as well. The contrast between his cute headgear and the sexy nipple accessories makes you weak in the knees. And that says a lot because you are currently lying down.

You reach up and twirl the chains. Jungkook shifts, feeling the slight tug. It tingles like crazy.

“What am I supposed to do with you, mhm?” you speak to him in your fond Dom voice. 

Jungkook loves this voice so much, fighting the urge to moan like you trained him to do. Not willingly of course, but Jungkook realised that whenever you talk in this voice and he makes pretty sounds, you praise him even better. 

“You’re looking so cute with your little bunny ears, but then you're dressed like such a slut.”

Jungkook moans softly, arching his back.

“See? That’s what I mean. You’re such a cutie and yet you’re such a slut”, you coo and tug on the chain. 

“Mommy”, Jungkook is arching his back again, sticking out his butt. 

“Mhm, Bunny? What do you want me to do with you?”

“Peg me.”

“Peg you? Is that why you're wearing a pretty tail for me?” 

“Yes, Mommy. I, I cleaned out and then prepared myself for you”, he says and climbs off your lap just to turn around and show off his butt this way. He is resting on his feet, sticking out his butt as best as possible. He wiggles his hips, looking over his shoulder.

“Mhm look at you. The tail fits you so well Bunnybaby.” 

“It’s really deep, but not as deep as your cock could go”, he says and turns back to you. He sits in perfect posture, tilting his head to the side, which forces his bunny ears to flop cutely. He runs his hands up your body until he can rest them on each side of your head. He lowers himself, letting his pretty eyes run over your face, “I want your cock so bad, Mommy.”

You twist the sheets and speak through gritted teeth, “the things I want to do to you, holy shit.”

“Mommy…” Jungkook sighs and chases you. You tilt your head up, meeting him in the middle. The kiss feels so good to both of you. Moans mix with each other, lips know exactly how to move and your fingers dig into his dainty waist instantly. He fits so perfectly between your hands. His skin is soft and warm while the leather straps of the harness are rough. The contrast drives you crazy. He feels so fucking good to hold.

Jungkook mewls into your mouth. He lowers himself to his elbows just so he can be closer to you. His fingers shift from the pillow to the crown of your head, giving you a gentle yet greedy massage. Your touch feels so good. Jungkook became so needy as he prepared himself for you and now his skin is extra sensitive. He hopes that you never stop touching him.

You run your fingers from his waist to his buttocks, feeling them up greedily. The jockstrap pushes them up and makes them feel extra plumb. You need to squeeze them. Once. Twice. The desire is too big. You land a little spank with both hands. Just harsh enough that his butt wiggles.

Jungkook squeaks and flinches, breaking the kiss with a shy giggle.

“Mommy”, he gasps, scrunching his nose.

“My Bunny”, you rasp, gazing up at him as your fingers knead his buttocks, “my pretty, sexy Bunny.”

“Yeah, I’m your Bunny”, he says and cups your cheeks to pull you back into the kiss.

You allow him gladly, giving him a chance to think that he is controlling the kiss. He’s so good in showing you the tempo and level of passion he currently needs. You can busy yourself with feeling him up. That’s so much more fun either way. You intentionally leave out his tail for now, knowing that this will make him impatient in the long run. And when Jungkook gets impatient, he becomes a whiney, squirmy mess and you love that state of his'. You dance your hands to his hips and up his waist. Just to the middle of it, then you run them to his back to feel up the harness there. The straps and metal hooks are so hard in contrast to his soft, perfect body.

You linger especially long on the spot where four straps meet and create a small opening in the middle of them. It exposes Jungkook’s spine and you can’t stop tracing it and scratching his skin on each side of it.

Jungkook breaks the kiss after a few seconds, sighing his words, “this feels so good.”

“You’re so soft there.”

“Oh god”, he shudders, pressing himself closer, “Mommy, I want to be treated gently tonight.”

You smile, running your fingers to his neck just so you can play with his undercut.

“You’re my precious prince, Bunny. You can get whatever you want.”

“Then I want to be fucked and loved and, and get all your attention.”

“You’re already getting loved, Bunny”, you whisper, swirling your fingers to his shoulders, “and you’ve got all my attention”, you add as you feel up his choker until you reach the hook where the nipple chains connect with it.

“Then I want more. More and more”, he says, rolling his hips on your lap, “oh god”, he chokes out, chasing your lips. He is still talking as he is kissing you, resulting in messy, amazing kisses, “I’m imagining that your strap’s already there, Mommy. I want to be filled with you so bad.”

“You’re so greedy”, you chuckle fondly, kissing him back with your heart racing unbearably. Sometimes you wonder if there will ever come a day where it will beat a little less for him. You always come to the conclusion that there won’t ever come such a day. On the contrary, day by day, your heart is racing faster and faster for this man.

You trace the chains until you reach the clamps. You outline them, going slow and careful to make sure you remember the feel of them and get him squirmy in the process. And it works. Oh it works too well. Just moments later and Jungkook arches his back to get closer to your touch. The passionate kiss breaks because he needed to be whiney.

“My nipples are sensitive.”

“I know, Bunny”, you coo, flicking the small hoop which connects the chain to the clamps.

“Please touch them. I, I made the clamps tight for you.”

“For me?” still no touch. Just gentle play with the chains to give him a little stimulation.

“Yes to, ah”, he chases your lips, speaks as he does, “to make my nipples swollen for you.”

“You’re such a good boy, Bunny”, you praise, touching his waist. You give him a little push, forcing him to scoot back on your lap so you could sit up. He is taller than you like this, looking down at you with big, sparkly eyes and his hands on your shoulders.

You give him a fond smile and tug him closer, lowering your lips to his right nipple.

“Oh my god”, Jungkook gasps, throwing his hand over his mouth. Like this, his arm cages in your head, giving you a sense of comfort. He squeezes his eyes shut, moaning into his hand.

The nipple clamps grip most of his dainty nipples, leaving your mouth their very tip to explore. You don’t mind. This part has always been the most sensitive for Jungkook and you can wiggle your tongue between parts of the clamps as well to explore his heated up nipple.

His hips are squirmy on your lap, his back keeps chasing you in small arches.

You abandon his right nipple for the sake of his left. You don’t want it to feel left out. Jungkook wants all your attention and you are hellbent on giving it to him.

“Mommy, oh my god, you feel so good”, Jungkook moans, dropping his hand from his mouth to instead cradle the back of your head. He slings his other arm around you, hugging you gently. He buries his nose in the crown of your head, giving you small kisses between his needy moans. This is better than anything he could have imagined.

His cock is so hard in the jockstrap, his hole keeps clenching around the tail plug and reminding him how needy he is. Your tongue is lapping at his nipple, your lips are kissing it. You change between his left and right, making him wish that he could melt with you. It feels so good.

“Thank you, Mommy. You make me feel so good”, he mewls, trembling blissfully. 

His tail keeps poking your lap. You can’t feel its fluffiness as you are wearing sweats. It’s getting harder and harder to stay clothed. His body is burning up and it is torture not to feel his skin against yours.

“Shit, Bunny”, you lull against his chest, lapping at his nipple greedily, “I wanna feel your skin on mine. It gets so hard not to.”

“I can help you undress.”

“You’re such a good boy”, you croak and kiss his nipple one last time because then you lift your head and arms, “do it quickly.”

Jungkook follows obediently. He takes off your jumper, working carefully in order not to hurt your face. He throws it on the floor, letting his eyes run over the white tank top you are wearing. You are going braless and the top is cut in a way which makes your tits look especially pretty. Your nipples are poking through the material, making Jungkook gulp.

“Yes, the tanktop too”, you say, pulling him back to reality.

“Sorry, your tits look so good in the top”, he mumbles in a raspy voice and begins undressing you. It’s the voice he gets when you affect him deeply in a way other than your touches. When your looks and body mesmerise him and drive him crazy, he talks in this deep, raspy voice. You’re obsessed with it.

He throws the top on the floor and cups your breasts instantly, playing with your nipples gently. His palms feel warm and his skin soft. Jungkook has the most perfect hands, manly yet with the most tender of skin. His touch feels so good.

“Mommy, you’re so pretty”, he is back to whining. How adorable.

“Thank you, Bunny. You’re making me feel so good right now”, you say, arching into him.

“So pretty”, he whispers and leans down to suck on your nipples. He doesn’t stay on one for too long, sucking and licking them eagerly. It feels fantastic. His mouth is so incredibly warm and wet.

“Bunny, my pants”, you are sighing the words, ending it with a breathy chuckle, “focus for me, come on.”

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I love your nipples so much”, he says, kissing your neck as an apology. You roll your head to the side, allowing him better access. He is purring as he kisses you, suckling on your skin every now and then to really make it tingle.

“You’re too greedy, Bunny.”

He giggles shyly, “sorry”, he mumbles, earning himself a little buttocks squeeze and a fond chuckle. He lifts his lips from your neck, crawling off your lap to take off your sweats. You lie down for it to make it easier for him, watching him with fond eyes.

Jungkook throws your sweats on the floor as well, running his eyes over your exposed body.

“Wow”, he whispers, touching your thighs, “Mommy, you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Bunnybaby”, you say fondly, wiggling your head into a more comfortable position. Like this, you are resting on two pillows, allowing you to see him better, “get on my lap and turn around for me.”

He follows without hesitation. He is resting on all fours, giving view to his bubble butt and the white fluffy tail between his buttocks.

“Closer.”

He listens, shimmying up your body until his knees are resting on each side of your waist and his toes almost touch your arms.

“There we go, I gotta really bask in you”, you praise, “the tail looks so real”, you say.

“I feel so pretty with it”, he confesses, gasping softly when he feels your fingertips dance up his inner thighs.

“You are so pretty with it, Bunny”, you say, feeling up the jockstrap on the spot where his balls meet his taint. He’s so hot to the touch.

Jungkook twists the sheets, moving his butt closer to you in reaction. The touch is just one small change away from where he needs it most. He is so desperate for more.

You touch the tail, give it a gentle squeeze and a little flick with your fingers. 

“So soft”, you say and laugh softly, “shit, it’s so cute how it’s just sitting there.”

“When you touch it, I feel it move”, he says and moans, “please Mommy, don’t tease me please.”

You wiggle his tail, making him press out another plea for more. He’s so pretty when he begs.

“Such a pretty tail”, you coo and grab it, “can Mommy take it out?”

“Yes Mommy, please”, he allows you, clenching his hole in excitement.

“It’s a shame to take it out though. You look so pretty with it”, you say and tug on it, purring in enjoyment when the plug starts slipping out without resistance. He’s so good for you, “no clenching. You’re seriously the best boy”, you say, rewarding him with a slow fuck. There’s the smallest natural resistance whenever you reach the girthiest part at the bottom, but it’s barely noticeable. Jungkook is stretched out so well for you.

“Oh god”, Jungkook gets out, placing his hands on your shins and arching his back. The plug is big enough that you are fucking it against his prostate and it feels like heaven to him. When he walked, he felt the plug shift inside him and said sensations continued as he sat on your lap and made out with you. It resulted in his prostate slowly getting more sensitive and for the current slow fuck to feel almost unbearable.

“It feels so good”, he moans, dropping his head. His floppy bunny ears tangle weakly, showing just how ruined you’ve got him.

“Come closer for me.”

Jungkook obeys.

“There we go, such a good boy”, you praise and reward him by pulling out the plug. His hole gapes for a second, before fluttering closed. Lube squeezes out and runs down to his balls, soaking the jockstrap in the process.

“Please back”, Jungkook begs, clenching his greedy hole. He spent so long being plugged up, that having nothing inside feels like agony.

“You weren’t lying, Bunny. This plug is huge”, you rasp, eyeing it hungrily. It is the perfect hybrid between plug and dildo. Three inches in length, shaped just like a cock with veins and a bulbous head, it ends in a girthy base and a smaller shaft where his rim sits. The white fluff of the tail is soaked in lube where it was pressed against his hole, “that must have made you so desperate. Mhm, Bunny?”

“Yes”, he mewls, arching his back to get closer to you, “please, Mommy don’t tease me please.”

“You’re cute”, you say and place the toy aside. You grab his buttocks and use your grip to pull him onto your face.

“Ah!” he squeaks, lifting himself quickly, “sorry!”

“You did the right thing. Fucking sit on me again”, you order him, tugging him down.

“Oh go-god”, he falls with a shaky moan, squeezing his thighs around your waist when his hole presses down on your tongue, “Mommy, thank you….”

You are sticking out your tongue, wrapping your arms around his middle to move his hips for him. His hole is grinding on the flat of your tongue, getting cleaned from the lube whilst at the same time burning up in pleasure. He tastes artificially sweet at first until his natural taste begins to linger on your tongue. You love it like nothing else, licking him greedily.

“Mommy”, he moans, falling into pleasure he thought never to experience. Which is quite ironic to say because you made him sit on your face a million times before. He should know how it feels to ride your face and yet he still can’t ever believe that it is happening when it does. It always feels like the first time, leaving him dizzy and short of breath.

“Fuck”, your growl vibrates against his sensitive rim, “you taste so good”, you get out and pull him back down, tightening your arms around him as your tongue begins lapping at his hole. It sounds wet and sloppy, feels like paradise.

Jungkook has to gasp and tremble. His hands slip from your legs against his will, forcing him to catch balance in the sheets. He grabs them and twists them, choking out your name while his nose scrunches up in pleasure. His legs are shaking. It’s embarrassing that they are so quick to shake, but it feels so good.

“I can’t get enough of you”, your voice is like electricity against his hole. It’s moments like this, when Jungkook is reminded that he has the biggest kink for your voice. He clenches his hole rhythmically, feeling you growl into him. His clenching intensifies, forcing you to break away, “relax for me. Come on, be my good boy.”

He obeys instantly. He can’t be a bad boy when you’re talking like this. You slip your arms from his middle and place your hands on each of his buttocks, using the leverage to pull him apart. His hole – once so dainty and small – opens up and exposes itself to you. His rim looked so tiny at first, but reveals its true readiness the farther you part him. Jungkook sighs and trembles, letting you know how good it feels to be so freely exposed. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about being so vulnerably open in front of you. As a matter of fact, it turns him on to be that exposed.

“Shit baby, you’re so fucking pretty”, you lull, inspecting his pretty hole greedily.

It flutters at the praise, his breathy voice whispers a weak “Mommy”. It feels so good to be exposed to you. It feels so, so good.

“Lower yourself for me, pretty boy”, you order and stick your tongue out.

Jungkook obeys, letting out a whimper when it results in his stretched out hole to slip down on your tongue. He tries so, so hard not to clench in reaction even if the rest of his body tenses up. He always tenses up when the pleasure overwhelms him. It’s the only way to remotely control how you make him feel.

“Holy fuck”, he whispers, gasping for air repeatedly while his eyes widen and stare at the ruffled sheets. He is getting fucked by warm, wet tongue. His eyes go out of focus, his head tilts back slightly, “Mommy…holy fuck”, he breathes.

You growl, nodding your head as your praise. He comes into contact with your nose, squishing it slightly. Breathing gets difficult, but it’s so worth it when it means that Jungkook is whimpering and trembling above you. 

You wiggle your tongue, enjoying the tightness of his rim greedily. He stretches so well around you, squeezing you in the best way.

“Mommy, I need to- ah!” he moans loudly, shuddering in ecstasy, “I h-have to be loud, I’m s-sorry. Ah!”

You let him know that this is what you want from him by moaning gutturally and giving his hips a small push to show him that you want him to move. Jungkook obeys without hesitation, fucking his hole on your tongue in small movements up and down.

And as he fucks his soft hole on your tongue, he keeps being loud. His fingers keep twisting the sheets and his head can’t decide whether to roll back or tangle weakly. One second he is throwing it back until it gets too much and he drops it again. It forces his bunny ears to flop all over the place, making him look so adorable.

Not that you can currently see. Your vision is blurred, as are your thoughts. He tastes so good, smells even better. There is nothing better in this world than Jungkook. All of him, every single inch, drives you crazy. You let him fuck himself on your tongue until your lungs protest for air and only then you guide him off of you. Your tongue flops out, his hole clenches desperately. Spit covers your face messily, but you couldn’t give two shits. Not when you need him so fucking bad.

You make up for the loss of contact by sucking and kissing at his rim, flicking your tongue over his sensitive parts as you pant for air.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, Jungkook is chanting. His head keeps tangling. Any other position was too exhausting. His thighs are squeezing you so much that it hurts just a little.

“Bunny, mhm Bunny”, you growl, pulling him closer even if he protests at first. It is instinct. He doesn’t want to squish you.

“P-please I’ll suffocate you”, he stutters, furrowing his brows as a squeaky moan leaves him. You are trying to fuck your tongue back into his hole, going obsessively rough with it. It gets him so wet, both his hole and his pretty little dick. There is a wet stain on his jockstrap by now. Jungkook can feel the cool air of the room turn it colder than the rest of the fabric. He wants to cup his cock and rub it, but he holds back because he has to twist the sheets instead.

“Please I’m too, too heavy.”

“Shut the fuck up mon amour, I ain’t made of glass”, you spit in what you lovingly call your street-days-dialect, “fuckin’ sit on me wit’ yo’ pretty hole. Make Mommy happy.”

Jungkook feels even the last piece of his sanity crumble. He can handle a lot, but he can’t handle it when you get aggressive with him. He always wants to be a gentleman with you and then you tell him to be quiet and act up. Jungkook gives up, letting you win the fight and therefore pull him down on your face.

You growl into him, making the wettest love to his little hole while your fingers dimple his inner thighs.

Jungkook mewls softly and shudders. His strength forsakes him. He falls to his elbows, resulting in his hole to leave your mouth for just a moment until you pull him back again. You keep lifting your head to meet him, anger fucking his hole with just your tongue. You soothe the punishment with wet kisses and sloppy licks. Jungkook swears that you are currently rewriting his definition of pleasure with just your tongue.

“Mhm”, his voice sound so pretty when he moans, “mhm, mhm, mhm…ah, aha.”

And he can’t stop doing it. He breathes heavily, gasps, moans and hums and you soak up every little sound of him as your starved mouth feasts on his hole.

His jockstrap can barely contain his cock by now. His velvety tip has already slipped out at the side, dripping onto your chest in a constant rhythm. You can feel the wet mess by now. From all the wiggling and squirming you are doing as you eat him out, it has smeared all over your tits by now, covering parts of your nipples as well. You can also feel the warmed up chains of his nipple clamps dance over your tummy as Jungkook keeps shaking above you.

You slide your right hand from his inner thigh and touch his cockhead.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs around you, almost kicking you in the face as his foot twitches in surprise. He drops his head into your thighs, forcing his hot breath to soak your panties.

“I’m close”, he gets out, mouthing at your clothed pussy, “oh god, I can’t hold it for long. Ah!”

“Shit Bunny”, you tilt your head back, giving yourself a chance to speak. Your hand is back on his right thigh, edging him “we gotta stop this or I’ll keep going until I’ve got you cumming.”

“That, that wouldn’t be bad”, he stutters, chasing you while his fingers try to tug your panties to the side, “please, Mommy”, he begs and drags his tongue through your folds. He couldn’t help himself. The scent of your warm, wet pussy was in his nose and it is so close to his mouth, “please”, his voice sends vibrations through you.

“Fine, fuck”, you lick your lips, rolling your hips up as his tongue keeps lapping at you, “I can keep going or I’ll fuck you. You decide.”

Jungkook lets out the first sob of the evening. Even now – when you sound so ruined by all of this – you find strength in yourself to tease him and mess him up. You are so cruel without even doing anything. Jungkook wants to keep sitting on your face so fucking bad, but the thought that he could miss out on orgasming around your strap makes him hesitate.

“I want Mommy’s cock”, he decides in the end, lifting his lips from your pussy, “please.”

“Very well. Do you have the strap here?”

“Yes, your red suitcase”, he answers you and buries his tongue back between your folds. He keens happily, lapping at you with a hot, dripping tongue.

“Okay, Bunny. Good boy”, you are keeping him with you as you run your finger over his rim, “get it for me.”

“I don’t know if I can. My legs are so weak”, he confesses and whimpers, kissing your clit as a weak apology “I’m sorry, Mommy”, he adds, drawing quick circles.

“Fine”, you give in, “get off of me. I’ll get it.”

“Mommy”, he mewls, burying himself deeper between your legs.

“Bunny”, you warn, swallowing down the gasp he almost licks out of you. What he does feels fucking amazing, but you have to stay strong. It’ll be so worth it.

“Mhm mhm”, Jungkook hums, sucking on your clit while his nose is buried between your folds.

“Fuck”, you hiss, arching your back, “Bunny, come…on”, you give his buttocks a soft spank, “don’t be like that. Come on, get up.”

“Mh-hm”, he shakes his head, pushing your thighs apart as his mouth laps at your pussy more vigorously. Your panties dig deep into his fingers as he keeps it pulled away from you, your hips smother him as they thrust up against your will.

“Bunny, listen- ah”, you gasp and moan, dropping your hands from his ass to instead twist the sheets. He makes you feel so good that it’s impossible to function, “Bunny-ah listen to, to ah fuck, listen to me. Fuck, ah.”

Jungkook moans into you, connecting his tongue with your clit as he keeps sucking on it. It results in a mixture of rough sucking sensations broken up by the hottest wetness ever. Mixed with his needy moans and his pretty nose fucking your dripping hole and you are quite frankly, done for.

You roll your eyes back and drop your back.

“You fucking brat”, you choke out, orgasming on his tongue with such intensity that you forget how to moan.

Jungkook whimpers needily, licking you through your orgasm until a sudden harsh spank to his ass forces him to throw his head back.

“Ah!” he lets out, clenching his hole aggressively. A spank on it follows. It stings and forces tears to Jungkook’s eyes.

“You little, disobedient brat”, you spit. Your voice is distorted from the pleasure he made you feel, raspy and deep. Jungkook feels his senses blur. Holy shit, he has such a kink for your voice. You spank his hole again, forcing the fire to burn deeper by pressing the pad of your thumb against it and applying pressure.

He writhes on top of you, struggling to stay on his elbows.

“I told you to listen. Is it so hard to follow a simple order, mhm?” you growl.

“I’m sorry”, he whimpers, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh god, Mommy.”

“Good. I fucking hope you are”, you spit and give him one last spank to really get the message across.

Jungkook shudders, leaking onto your tits.

You soothe the burn with a gentle finger, changing your voice as you speak.

“Now get off of me”, you say in a sweet voice, messing with Jungkook’s poor heart.

“Mommy, please”, he begs and rolls off of you. He drops to his back, licking his lips hungrily, “wanted to make you feel good, oh god”, he whines, exhaling shakily as his hands come down to play with his cock. He does it instinctively, writhing on the sheets with one of his legs propped up.

“Don’t you dare make yourself cum”, you warn and stumble out of bed with weak knees. You manage to walk to your red suitcase and squat down even if you are dizzy. He’s got you really good with his mouth. You don’t have to look for long because you keep your toys organized.

“Where is the lube, Bunny?”

“I forgot it in the bathroom. I’m sorry, Mommy oh god. I, I can get it.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll get it”, you say and leave the room.

You decide to slip on the strap in the bathroom, using a grinder on the inside to make it enjoyable for you. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. The strap is similar to your skin colour and curves just right to stimulate his deeper pleasure spots. It looks so good on you. And with that thought in mind, you hurry back to Jungkook.

He is kneeling on the floor when you come back, keeping his head lowered. His cock is stuffed back into the jockstrap and his hands are on top his thighs with their palms facing up. His bunny ears, although only fake, look so sad as they tangle from each side of his head.

“What are you doing down there? Gosh, Bunny”, you gasp, hurrying to him.

“I want to apologise. I, I should have gotten the strap and, and the lube. I’m sorry, Mommy”, he says honestly and bows.

“Gosh, you stupid noodle stop that”, you say, pulling him back up with nothing more than two fingers under his chin, “you’re my precious prince and Mommy’s here to treat you, yeah?”

“So you, you won’t punish me?” he asks.

“Of course not, Bunnybaby”, you reassure him.

Jungkook releases a shuddering breath, “Mommy”, he chokes out, gazing up at you with sparkly eyes.

You give him a playful smirk, “unless you want me to punish you, mhm? Didn’t have enough of getting your hole spanked?”

He giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears, “yeah, that was fun”, he confesses, scrunching his nose up.

“Cutie”, you say, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

Jungkook moves into the kiss with closed eyes, opening them when you pull back. They shift to your cock for a second and linger.

“You like it?” you ask him, gripping it by its base while your other hand still holds his chin.

“Yes”, he gets out, parting his lips, “you look so pretty with cock, Mommy.”

“Thank you, Bunny.”

Jungkook closes the distance between his lips and the tip of your strap, kissing it while his devoted eyes gaze up at you.

Your breath hitches in your throat. He looks so pretty like this.

“I love Mommy’s cock”, he whispers and flicks his tongue over the tip, ending it with a droopy smile.

You feel yourself melt, ruffling his hair gently enough not to rip out the clips from the ears.

“Get back on bed, Bunny and let me fuck you.”

“Can you fuck me in lotus position?”

“Of course I can. Everything my Bunny wants, my Bunny gets.”

“Don’t say that”, Jungkook mumbles and giggles. He is so happy. He feels especially soft tonight and you know exactly how to handle him to keep him in the headspace.

You take a step back and walk to the bed, climbing on top of it. You fluff up the pillows so you can rest back into them. Once you are comfortable, you move your legs into the right position. Jungkook followed you as you did all of that, climbing onto bed after you. He is now waiting for you to get your legs comfortable.

Your eyes meet.

“Come closer”, you order as you spread a generous amount of lube on your strap.

Jungkook follows excitedly, positioning himself on top of you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you.

You smile up at him, connecting your fingers with his hole to spread the lube. He shivers, sighing softly.

“My pretty Bunny”, you whisper, “I can’t get enough of you in those ears.”

“They’re connected to my hair.”

“I know, I felt the clips”, you say and push a finger into him, watching in delight how his eyes go out of focus and his lips fall open.

You curl your finger as you fuck it in and out of him, gazing into his eyes as deeply as possible. 

“You’re so soft inside”, you praise, poking his walls, “my pretty Bunny’s soft everywhere.”

“It’s hard to concentrate”, he confesses, scrunching his brows.

“Want more?”

He nods his head, “yes please.”

“Shit, you’re such a good boy”, you mumble and slip your middle finger into him as well, “the shit you pulled before wasn’t like you. Mhm, why did you act up Bunnybaby? Mhm?”

“Wanted Mommy to feel good”, he lulls his words, finding it hard to look into your eyes. Your fingers fill him out so well.

“You wanted me to feel good”, you repeat, massaging his prostate.

“A-ah.”

“Shit Bunny, when you say it like that it almost makes me feel bad that I punished you.”

“No, it was so…good, ah holy shit this feels so good, ah”, Jungkook gets out and moans, closing his eyes.

“Mhm, I know”, you purr, slipping your fingers free just to make him mewl desperately. You grip his hips, giving them a gentle tug, “take it at your pace, Bunny.” 

Jungkook grabs your cock and lowers himself. He manages to get as far as the tip and then moves up again.

“More lube”, he says.

“Hurts?”

“Yeah, it’s too dry.”

You lube up your cock more, spreading the access on his hole, “try it again.”

Jungkook lowers himself. Your tip slips past his rim easily.

“How’s that?” you ask him, caressing his tensing buttocks.

“Mh-hm”, he lets out, furrowing his brows. His frown worries you.

“Are you okay? Bunny, take it slow if it hurts”, you tell him.

Jungkook frowns harder, sinking down more.

“Bunny, take it slow for me.”

“Mommy, please be quiet. I need to concentrate”, he whines and pouts with big eyes.

“Oh you-”, you laugh, throwing your head back, “you little brat.”

“I have to concentrate”, he murmurs and sinks down the last inches. Now he is sitting on your lap with you cock all the way up his ass, “ah”, he lets out in a sigh, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. His arms hug you, his legs wrap around you. He begins rocking himself on your lap, moaning into your neck quietly.

“Is that better?” you ask him, caressing his lower back. You can feel his muscles shift and tense under his skin. Just as you can feel his thighs tense as he moves on your strap.

“Yeah”, he mewls, nodding his head, “oh god, you’re so deep.”

“I know, Bunny. You’re taking all of me”, you speak softly, grabbing his pretty butt to help him with the movements, “you’re such a good boy taking me like that.”

“Oh fuck, ah fuck”, he whimpers, hugging you tight against him, “I’m so stuffed with Mommy. Ah! Ah”, he shudders, increasing his movements. He still keeps you deep inside, grinding on your lap as his legs tremble around your waist. He doesn’t need to bounce. As a matter of fact, what he is currently doing feels so much better than any bouncing ever could. Because your cock is so deep and really stays at one area, it can stimulate all those sensitive spots inside and Jungkook has way too many of them. And they are way too fucking sensitive on top of that. Every second with you feels like ecstasy even if he hasn’t orgasmed yet.

“Yeah, you are. So filled with me”, you whisper, squeezing his buttocks, “so filled with me. Such a good boy for me. Such a good boy.”

“Mommy”, Jungkook whimpers, falling into you. It forces your back deeper into the pillows and allows him to grip the edge of the headboard. It hurts his nails, but he barely notices it. Everything feels way too good. He is so far gone. Not only in the pleasure, but also the safe headspace. He is on your lap, he can feel your naked chest against his, smells your warm scent, has you holding him and on top of that, his leaky cock grinds against your stomach while your strap stimulates every single spot inside him. There is not a single thing which isn’t right currently. This is perfect and it’s ruining Jungkook to the point where he genuinely has to sob.

“Breathe Bunny, it’s okay”, you soothe him, closing your arms around his torso whilst burying one of your hands deep in his hair.

The hug soothes him so much and makes him sob again because he is so close to you.

“Can I cum? Please”, he begs squeakily, “make me feel…so good. Everything feels so good. Oh god”, he gets out, ending it with a high-pitched whimper and his body trembling in your lap.

“Whenever you are ready, Bunny. I’m right here”, you allow him, hugging him safely.

“Now”, he gets out, “oh god, Mommy now”, he moans and feels how your strap makes him cum. It starts deep in his ass. Right where the silicon toy kept grinding against his pleasure spots. Describing the orgasm as hot wouldn’t be enough. It is so much more than that. Jungkook feels it everywhere and he feels it so deep that it gets very hard to stay conscious. His body twitches and convulses on top of you and you know that he has no control over it. His cock doesn’t release, but throbs so aggressively that it slips out of his jockstrap again. And his voice sounds so consumed by his orgasm that you feel yourself gasp for air as well. You know exactly how good he feels right now, holding him through his high until those shakes slowly die down.

“Good boy, oh my good boy”, you praise him, hugging his waist with your left arm while you let your right hand slip to his cock. You pick it up to jerk it off.

“Ah”, Jungkook arches his back so he can press his chest closer, his trembling arms close around you as his fingers grab a bundle of your hair, “ah, ahm, ah, o-oh.”

He didn’t cum with his cock. He knows that he didn’t, so getting touched by you right now, forces him straight back to the start.

“Oh god, ah, fuck. A-ah, ahm, ah”, he is struggling with producing moans, resulting in them to sound just a little strained but so fucking honest. Only you can make him moan like this. Only you can get him that ruined so it is even difficult to make sounds. And yet, he still tries to because it’s the only way to handle you.

“Good boy, my good boy”, you praise him as you jerk his cock, rolling your hips up to keep his hole stimulated as well. You don’t want any of that sweet, sweet pleasure to die down. You need him ruined and you are going to do it in the gentlest of ways. This kind of way always hits the deepest.

It’s easy to ruin someone with a rough and fast fuck. You just got to pound them hard enough and they’ll feel destroyed.

The proof of a good fuck is how well you can destroy someone with minimal movements. That’s where the real talent lies. And you? Oh you. You are one talented motherfucker.

“Feels so good”, Jungkook is whimpering even if he can barely produce moans. Your shoulder is wet because he keeps spilling tears. He thinks his eyes might be stuck after you made them cross, he can’t seem to find his focus again. His head is dizzy and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You are ruining him with nothing but a slow handjob and your hips grinding up into him.

“Yeah, feels amazing”, you agree, “I’ve got you Bunny.”

Jungkook sobs, convulsing on top of you as if you just thrusted into him with all your strength. His cock throbs between your fingers, his fingers grip for your desperately. He doesn’t know where to touch, what to hold of you to make all of this easier to bear.

“Mommy”, he tries to call your name, maybe that will make it easier, but it doesn’t.

“I’m here, Bunny. I’ve got you”, you soothe him, sliding your left arm down his waist until you can press your fingers against his hole. You massage his stretched rim, giving him a reminder that he already orgasmed once and that he is terribly sensitive now.

“I can’t do this”, he sobs and convulses, “oh god please”, he pulls you closer, needing your warmth to survive.

“Break? Or need it closer?”

“Closer ple-please.”

You hug him strongly, tightening your grip around his cock just as you increase the pressure on his hole.

“Closer.”

The hug gains in intensity. You can barely move your hand up and down his cock, deciding on putting your attention on his tip instead. You massage his wet slit, giving it just a little bit of a stretch as you fuck the pad of your thumb into it. Your fingers are around the base of his tip, massaging it in rhythmical squeezes.

He begins panting, releasing loud noises each time he breathes out. He can’t stop. They leave him in sync with his body convulsing on top your lap. He drops each time he exhales, sagging his shoulders with it before his harsh inhale forces them to lift again and with it also Jungkook. Just a little, but it’s so intense for him that he is a little scared.

“Good boy, my good boy. You’re my good boy”, you praise him and kiss the shell of his ear.

Jungkook climaxes. He can’t tell you that he does, he also can’t change his voice before it happens, it just takes over. It starts at his slit this time around. The gentle fuck you gave it was too much. From there, it took over his whole cock until your strap did the rest.

Jungkook thought that the first orgasm was intense, but this is on another level. He claws at you in hopes of making it easier, even buries his teeth in your shoulder as his body shakes uncontrollably. But nothing helps. The fire feels endless. It is as if Jungkook never orgasmed before.

“Yes baby, my good boy”, Jungkook can hear you choke out and judging by the sound of your voice, you are orgasming with him. The thought makes it even more intense for him and by the time it finally starts to get easier, Jungkook has to sob.

“My Bunny, oh my Bunny”, you speak shakily, holding him so tightly while your lips litter him with kisses, “good job, my good boy. You did such a good job. I know Bunny, let it all out. You did so well.”

“It feels so good”, he presses out, “so good, Mommy”, he wails, pressing you closer with his fingers deep in your hair.

“I know Bunny, oh I know. My good boy, you took all of this so well.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook shudders, “oh god.”

“My good boy”, you keep praising him. It makes it so worthwhile to come back to you, “I love you so much, my good Bunnybaby.”

“Oh god, Mommy”, he gets out, trembling uncontrollably one last time before some of his clarity comes back. It’s difficult to come back sometimes. Jungkook loves being in subspace, so sometimes it’s hard for him to accept that he has to get back to reality again. It would make Jungkook feel really awful to be forced out of it entirely the moment the sex ended and you never make him feel this way. You always help him come back in such a nice way. You make him slip out of it far enough that you can do aftercare with him, but also allow him to stay in it deep enough that he can feel fuzzy even long after the main sex act ended.

“My good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise him, rubbing his buttocks gently, “how’s the stretch?”

He shakes his head.

“Doesn’t hurt?”

He nods his head.

“Then we’ll stay like this for a little, yeah?”

He nods his head again, hugging you tightly.

“And once you’re ready, I’ll give you a nice warm bath before we’ll have yummy dinner and lots of snuggles in bed. Yeah?”

He giggles, nodding his head.

“Yeah Bunnybaby, let’s do that”, you say, giving him a gentle squeeze, “fuck, I adore you.”

“I adore you too”, he whispers, “thank you so much for everything.”

“Mhm Bunny”, you sigh, kissing his shoulder as you pull him closer with the harness twisted in your fingers, “mine.”

Jungkook sighs in overwhelming happiness, pressing himself closer as his heart bursts for you. Yeah, you really make it so worthwhile to come back.

[tiredfox64]

Can you write about the reader tagging along with Lin Kuei brothers on a mission and where they are us cold, which the reader hates and gets cold very easily and each opportunity the brothers would find a way to warm the reader themselves?

Ice Can Help

Prior notes: I would complain about the cold but I need to complain about the heat now. Tell me why it’s gonna be 80 tomorrow and almost 90 on Monday 💀

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: You shall walk with no fear

And you thought home was cold. Forget it, you rather take that than this.

The finest fake fur can’t save you right now. Nor any thermal wear that covers your arms and legs.

Yet the brothers walk in this harsh blizzard with ease. Not a single goosebump rises on their arms from the snow that comes pelting at their skin. That same snow feels like it’s aiming constantly at eyes. You’re lucky it’s not sticking to the couple of inches of snow that is already on the ground. If it raises any higher you’ll be doing a weird march just to move forward.

Your teeth clattered together as you hug your body to keep yourself even the tiniest bit warm. You’re constantly trying to keep your snot in but your nose is so numb you can’t tell if it’s still leaking. Why the hell would Liu Kang send you out to help the boys? You already hate the cold. This just feels like torture or some sort of mental training. See how long you can last before you snap.

“What is taking you so long?” Bi-Han yelled at you from a distance.

You didn’t even realize how far behind you were until you looked up.

“It’s hard walking in this weather. It’s freezing.” You answered back.

“It is not. Why did you come if you cannot handle this mere weather.”

“Because I was freaking told to, Bi-Han! I ain’t have no choice!” If Bi-Han is gonna give you attitude you gonna send it back.

Tomas was kind enough to walk over to you to keep you company as you guys kept moving. His arm wrapped around to to bring you close. It’s incredible that he still can maintain his body temperature at a healthy level. You forget that these guys train to handle intense circumstances and weather counts as an intense circumstance. Now you’re grateful that his body was still very warm cause you started leaning into his more than you meant to. He noticed you actions and he decided to check on your temperature by placing the back of his hand against your cheek.

“Are you okay? You’re freezing. You can’t go on while you’re nearly freezing to death.”Did your mother possess Tomas, what the heck is going on?

He brings you into a hug, your face now shoved in his chest area. It actually helps to warm your face since it prevents the snow from pelting you. It gives you the change to warm your nose up so you could breathe properly. You can’t lie you could get used to this. His hugs are healing.

“What now?!” You heard Bi-Han yell once more.

Tomas started explaining that you were horribly cold. Bi-Han didn’t want to hear that complaint again today. Kuai Liang was the one who took it seriously and before Bi-Han could stop his brother from paying any mind to you he was already in front of you.

“You should have told me they were like this. I could have warmed them easily.”

Of course, Kuai Liang would be the best option here. He used his pyromancy to cause flames to ignite, forming a circle around you three. The heat that emitted from the flames was much more pleasing than the harsh cold the wind produced. For extra measures Kuai Liang decided to hug you as well. Him and Tomas basically sandwiched you to help warm you up. Oh and it was working. A moment ago it felt like your cheeks were about to lose feeling and now they are burn up like you had hot coals shoved inside your mouth. This works in your favor. Thank goodness the fur of your jacket helped hide that satisfied smile that naturally produced from this hug session.

The only one who is not satisfied is Bi-Han. Times being wasted and he wants to get a move on. You three seem to be happy just where you are. Even the snow can’t hide the smiles on Tomas’ and Kuai Liang’s face as they look down at you. You did look pretty adorable snuggling up to them. If only Bi-Han could get in on that action. But now’s not the time! Y’all have a mission to get it.

“Fine, if they need to be warmed up let me in so we can be done with this.” Bi-Han started to make his way towards you before Kuai Liang gestured for him to stop.

“No, brother, you are too cold. You will only reverse all the efforts we have made.” Plus, there’s not enough room for another man to cuddle you.

Oh so Bi-Han is the problem now. He’s just about done with this. So they think he will make things worse? He begs to differ.

You started to hear the cracking and squeaking of ice as it starts to formed around all of you. It formed into a dome and soon you were unable to hear the wind blowing. There is no more snow striking you as if it were blades.

Of course, an igloo. Why didn’t you think of that.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Tomas stared in awe at the icey walls.

“Of course I can, Tomas. Never doubt me again.” He said it like he actually knew he could do this. He just did it out of pure anger.

You were feeling way better than before. You don’t have to worry about hypothermia taking one of your toes. Kuai Liang produced more fire to help warm you up while Tomas used his body heat to deal with the rest of your body. And Bi-Han…ah he’s a little grumpy. Leave him be but thank him for his amazing abilities.

By now you were able to feel every part of your body again. Nothing felt stiff or numb. You were even sweating a little from all the heat that was being trapped in the igloo. Kuai Liang and Tomas were happy to see some color in your face again that didn’t signify you were freezing.

“Thank you guys. I’m feeling much better. Maybe I should have you guys visit in the winter more often to save me some money on the heating bill,” you joked while looking at Kuai Liang and Tomas, “Okay, Bi-Han, I’m ready to move on.”

“Good, great, wonderful, come on!” He yelled the last part at you before kicking open a hole in the igloo.

He was already on the move, ready to get this mission over with. He’s gonna have a nice talk with Liu Kang about sending you out here with them.

You’ll do the same. You’ll let that fire god know that you won’t ever do another mission in the cold weather. You rather stay home with a bunch of blankets wrapped around you than deal with this hell. But you did get a nice cuddle session out of this. This won’t be the last time, you’ll make sure of it.

After notes: The state that I live in has summers that are like hell and winters where you are at the lowest part of hell and the devil is constantly flapping his wings. Maybe cause a sort of devil does live in this state. Whoops. Welp I hope you don’t mind that this was simple and short. Sorry if this isn’t what you want. Now I have to get goin, Adiós!

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[blues824]

For the Christmas ask, may I please request Malleus and prompt 30? 🙏

You requested: “Baby, It’s Cold Outside…” from the Fluffcember Prompt List

Malleus Draconia

Despite being the future king of the great nation of Briar Valley, he really knew how to humble himself for you, his beloved Child of Man. For example, right now. You were currently wrapped up in the arms of your lover as he was refusing to let you go, pouting a bit like a child.

“Tsunotarou, I need to go back to Ramshackle! Grim is probably hungry!!” You were definitely struggling, but it was all in vain.

“He can fend for himself. Felines have a history of being hunters.” Clearly, he did not know Grim that well.

“I have homework!”

“I can help you.”

“I’m hungry!”

“We have food.”

“Your tamagotchi is hungry!” That caused a bit of a distraction, and you were able to slip from him and make a run for it. You got close… if only the large door wasn’t closed for the night. Then, you were scooped up into familiar arms, and you let out a groan of annoyance.

“Are you really trying to leave me, darling?”

“I’m not trying to leave you, Malleus. I just want to go back to Ramshackle because I have someone I need to take care of.”

“But it’s too frigid outside. It is snowing, and you don’t have nearly enough layers to keep warm. You’re better off here, Child of Man.”

“Malleus, look at me. I’m more than prepared enough to trudge through snow.” It was true. You had thermal wear underneath all of your clothes, and your boyfriend insisted upon buying out an entire winter wear store just for you to be warm. He even got snow boots for you.

“Just stay over for the night. I can have my knights go to your dormitory and bring Grim here if you are so concerned about his well-being.”

A few moments of silence passed over you both, save for him carrying you to his room, placing you gently on his bed, and laying next to you. However, you turned away from him, still a bit angry and annoyed.

This little facade of yours only lasted a few seconds, though, because he started pressing gentle and fleeting kisses on your neck, trailing down your arm, and down to your fingertips as he held your hand in his.

“I apologize, darling, but I don’t want you to get sick.”

You turned over, facing him and placing a kiss on his lips.

“It’s alright, Tsunotarou. I know that you’re just doing what’s best for me.”

[inuyashaluver]

jacket kisses - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your girlfriend always shares her jacket with you - insisting it’s the only way you can get warm

warnings: swearing, suggestive media post teehee

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your girlfriend, leah williamson loved the cold weather. the only reason why she loves the cold weather is because she dedicated herself to being your personal heater.

whether it was at training, during games or just in general, leah HAD to have her body enveloping yours, she couldn’t let her baby get cold she claims.

“do you think i’ll need a jacket?” you question, looking over at leah, she was perched against the doorframe, arms folded over her chest as she watched you get ready for your date.

“nah, baby, we’ve got our jacket right here” she pats her chest, referencing the jacket she was wearing.

you roll your eyes and shake your head lightly at her with a giggle.

“when i die of hypothermia, will you speak at my funeral?” you pout at her, moving across the room to stand directly in front of her, grabbing her hands and swinging them side to side.

she smiles down at you, rubbing her thumbs lightly over your knuckles, “baby girl, if anyone dies of hypothermia, it’ll be me” she scoffs, “would i really let my girlfriend go cold?”

you laugh at her again, “my silly girl” you coo, lightly pinching her cheek, “off we go then, williamson chop chop!” she laughs and pulls you out of the door, giving your tangled hands a kiss.

as soon as you step outside. it’s cold. it’s really fucking cold - she knew straight away and moved to take off her jacket and holding it above your shoulders, waiting for you to slip in each of your arms. when your arms are in the jacket, she squeezes your biceps and places a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“now you’ll be cold lee, baby”

“this is a thermal shirt, i’m all good, baby” you give her a peck in appreciation. leah felt so accomplished in this moment, she knew she needed to keep this up.

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both of you were extremely talented football players, hence why you both play for england as well as arsenal. you loved playing together - it strengthens your relationship as a whole and you just loved to watch each other do what you do best.

unfortunately, leah wasn’t able to get back to the pitch just yet, her acl preventing her to do so. however, this didn’t stop her coming to every game to watch her teammates and her lovely girlfriend.

it was game day for arsenal. a home game - leah could not be more excited to live out her wag life, wearing your jersey under her giant puffer jacket. the game had gone exceptionally well, you had managed to get two goals amongst the 5 from your teammates. an easy 5-0 win.

when the final whistle blew, you and your teammates hugged each other with exhaustion. staying in the middle of the pitch before doing your lap of photos and signatures.

“our little superstar!” katie yells as she picks you up over her shoulder, running around the girls as they laughed at both of you. “oh, here’s your missus, off you go!” she places you on the ground and spins you towards your favourite girl.

there stood your beautiful girlfriend, looking so warm and snuggly in her puffer jacket and tracksuit pants while you suffer in your kit. she outstretched her arms to you and you jog over to her, pulling her into a tight hug. she immediately placed her face in the crook of your neck, placing numerous kisses there. she moves her hand to scrunch the back of your head and faces you.

“i know i told you to score me a goal but two? i’m so spoilt” she boops your nose with her finger. your arms were still tightly wrapped around her waist, the cold breeze starting to pick up when your post match body heat goes down.

“gotta show off to my wag, baby” you wink up at her and she grins at you brightly.

“i’ll never get over you in this kit, arsenal suits you well” she unwraps your arms from her waist in order to hold your hand and twirl you around, taking in your appearance.

“baby, i’ve played at arsenal all my life”

“woah, show off! let me compliment my girlfriend please” she scoffs,

“baby, you’ve played with me, at arsenal, for majority of our lives, you’ve seen me in this kit more than regular clothes”

“you’re no fun” she pouts at you, you give her a kiss on the lips in apology. before you could pull away, she grabs the base of your neck, making the kiss longer but still keeping it tame as you were in public.

you pull away for a moment, both of you looking at each other with wide pupils and cheesy grins.

“is this appropriate baby?, i think we’re traumatising the children” you point over your shoulder, referencing victoria and alessia who was looking at you guys and grinning. she laughs loudly at that, bringing you close to her again.

“oh no, can’t have that, love, can we?” she places her hands on your hips, pulling you closer. she quickly unzips her jacket, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around her waist.

“baby, what’re you-”

“hush” she tutts with fake annoyance on her face

you hug her waist tightly and she pulls the jacket around you, holding it in place with her arms. hugging you tightly. she quickly lets go of you and puts the big hood over her head. you’re now in your own little cocoon. everyone knowing to leave you alone in this moment.

she moves down to place a passionate kiss on your lips, both of you moving completely in sync with each other. there’s so much love in the kiss, it honestly felt like the both of you had been away from each other for weeks instead of 90 minutes.

she pulls away from you. giving you a kiss on both of your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and a quick peck on your lips for good measure. you grin up at her and return the kisses in the same spots, both of you giggling with each other, still wrapped up in the puffer jacket.

“okay williamson, duty calls, baby, gotta sign some shirts and cheese for pics” you let go of her.

“hey! me first!” she grabs out her phone from her pocket, holding it out for a selfie. you both immediately share cheesy grins at the camera, leah spamming the photo button. before you move to run away, she pulls you back by your wrist,

“one more” she pouts, you pose again, this time grabbing her cheek at giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“okay, i’ve really got to go!” you quickly run away before she pulls you back. little did you know, leah was too busy staring at the picture and making it her wallpaper and profile picture on every social media platform that she had

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just pretend it’s youuuu - sorry jordy ily x

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[miiboo]

fair warning: i have a rat brain and dc stands for disregard canon <3

as far as the public knows, there are four robins: family robin, crime alley robin, the female robin, and the assassin robin. only steph, bruce, and dick know about the forgotten robin, tim drake.

tim drake was the robin before steph, the one who pulled bruce out of his depressive pit and saving criminals a trip to the icu, but to steph, he is her best friend and the one she confided in. he found her as spoiler and convinced babs to take her under her wing. he helped her get the title of batgirl. her best friend.

until the joker kidnapped tim and he went missing. everyone scrambled to find him, but during those weeks, steph and bruce argued for hours on end.

one night, via thermal imaging, babs found the jokers dead body in the arkham ruins that they find tim, or what's left of him anyways. steph and bruce go together to check it out and are immediately horrified to see what they find: shock therapy equipment and plenty of serums. hair dye, bleach, and surgical tools are haphazardly discarded on a table near by. a gun was discarded several feet away from the jokers dead body, a bullet wound between his eyebrows.

steph tries to hold herself together as bruce rummages around the ruins to find tim, but eventually breaks when she sees remnants of the robin costume neatly folded on a table with restraints and the robin symbol on top. a post-it note was next to it.

to batgirl, i'm sorry. i am alive. joker junior --tim

she holds the costume close when she cries.

eventually, she takes up the robin mantel and using the journals tim left in drake manor, creates her own costume with alfred. she carefully stitched tim's robin symbol on the left side of her chest, over her heart.

the relationship between her and bruce is strained, but he falls into that depression pit once more, and using tim's methods, she dragged him out of it. they don't talk about tim, dick and babs keep quiet about it too.

five years later, she took up the spoiler mask again, and in charge of a series of murders involving electricity. after the fifth body is found in the arkham ruins and the signature "jj'", realization dawns on the four. everyone else is confused, and soon, steph and bruce are harshly exchanging words.

one night, tim makes contact, and the family begins to argue about what needs to happen. steph told damian she was borrowing robin and changed into the old uniform.

"we can't just send you out there steph," dick argued.

"you can and you will. i was robin when we first encountered junior," a half-lie. "i know him better than any of you, and bruce will just set him off."

"steph," bruce warned.

"you're not changing my mind bruce. i'm going to see hi m whether you like it or not."

"steph."

"no. you let him slip through the cracks last time, so it's my turn now. this isn't about you. this is about me. about jason. about babs. about robin." bruce's eyebrow twitched, his way of flinching. no other words are said when she uses the robin bike to zoom into the streets of gotham and to the meet up spot.

she sees tim on the rooftop with his hair grown out and slightly dyed blue. there were scars on his mouth line and he wore a tshirt with jeans. the reunion was bittersweet, a ton of crying and steph slapping him. she was just happy that he was safe ((after their crying sess, tim realizes she was wearing his design, and began crying again)).

[armisto1]

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[melancholyshadow]

Undressed

pairing: simon riley x afab!reader

word count: 1.2k

content warning: creeper!ghost, she/her pronouns, reader gets undressed while simon is in the room and she doesn't know he's there, mention of male masturbation, body descriptions, no actual smut but MDNI.

an: more cod stuff, whose surprised? i saw a tik tok, and i came up with this. so i hope you enjoy. let me know if i should write some more stuff, even send me some ideas! not proofread!

Weirdly enough, Ghost enjoyed safehouses. 

Maybe it was the quietness that fell over the house when everyone was way too tired to be loud.

Or the secludedness of the house, away from all the political bullshit. 

Even if most of them were in shitty condition. 

Or the size of a one bedroom flat. 

Which both of those statements could be said about the one the five of you were currently in now. It was dark and dingy, none of the overhead lighting worked, so everyone was guided only by the few table lamps scattered across the house. Most of them being used by Gaz and Price who were using them to light their maps, trying to figure out the best way to get to their next location. But Simon had stolen one to read, cooped up in the only bedroom in the entire house. 

It was an old novel, one he found on the dusty bookshelves out in the living room. Even for its age, it was quite interesting. Almost interesting enough for him to miss the commotion coming from the small kitchenette that was located right outside the closed door. It sounded like a loud frustrated groan, and the shattering of glass. 

That’s when the bedroom door flung open, and you walked inside. Ghost only briefly looked up from the book resting in his large hands. You were mumbling something under your breath, and that’s when he noticed a large red stain on the white-beater you were wearing, and even on your jeans. “God, fucking damn it.” You muttered, picking up your rucksack from its place on the ground, and throwing it on the bed which was accompanied by a large creaking noise under its weight.

You began rummaging around in your pack, pulling out what looked like another tank top and a pair of issued-thermals. He was almost positive you hadn’t noticed him sitting in the corner, because you began unbuckling your belt, more mumbled curse words flying out of your mouth, and something to do with Soap, who he assumed was the cause of your frustrations. Once your belt was undone, you began fiddling with the empty thigh holster you still wore. 

Your small fingers fumbled with the small multiple small buckles, shaking with anger. Ghost looked back down at his book, figuring you were about to change into a new set of clothes that weren’t so saturated with whatever that red substance was. His eyes started on the first sentence on the new page he had flipped to right before you barged into the room. But his brain couldn’t concentrate on the tiny-printed words, reading the same sentence three times. 

When he glanced back up at you over the top of the book, you had finished fumbling with the holster buckles, and it was discarded on the floor. Now ripping your belt from the belt loops of your pants, discarding it in the same place. You had the same issue with the button and zipper of your pants, unsteady hands trying to fiddle with something so small. He glanced back down to try reading again, trying to give you the privacy you deserved. He could just stand up and walk out, but he could have startled you, or made you even more mad for not announcing his presence in the first place. 

So, he sat as still as possible, trying to just keep his eyes off you. But that didn’t last for very long, after trying to comprehend the same sentence for the fourth time, his eyes glided back to you, almost unintentionally. You were now shimmying out of your jeans, struggling as they clung to you in their wet state. “Fuck you, Soap.” More muttering under your breath. Ghost’s eyes trailed over the newly exposed skin of your legs, noticing your calves, defined from the years of training. Your thighs, also toned, but more malleable, a slight jiggle when you move. He imagined himself leaving bruises on the insides of them, bite marks even.

He admired the white cotton panties that covered the apex between your thighs, and hugged the fullness of your ass. He couldn’t help but notice the small bow that decorated the front of them. Definitely not in regulation, but he couldn’t care less at this moment. His mind was running wild with thoughts of you. He would be lying if he hadn’t thought about you in this exact situation. Except usually, it was him undressing you instead. 

Ghost had been attracted to you since the moment he laid eyes on you, almost three years ago. But he was not the type to act on it, or even hint at it, unlike Soap and Gaz. It was no secret that most of the team, excluding Price, who had taken on almost a fatherly role to you. The remaining three had some sort of interest in you. It seemed only natural when you were the only female in an all male group, but everyone was respectful about the situation. Gaz and Soap would joke about certain topics with you, but at the end of the day they would take a bullet for you without any question. Ghost would too, obviously. 

Ghost shook his head almost cartoonishly, trying to free his mind of the thoughts plaguing him. He shouldn’t think about you this way, you were his comrade, and these thoughts were too distracting to have while on a mission. At least, he thought that until you pulled the soaked tank-top over your head, exposing your bra-clad chest. The bra was nude, perfectly matching your skin tone. It was also stained red, so in one quick motion, reaching behind your back, you let the bra fall to the floor along with your other clothing. 

Ghost only had a side-view of you, but your breasts were perfectly sculpted for your chest, everything he had dreamed of while cumming into his fist after a long day of pretending you had no effect on him. Ghost had completely forgotten the book in his hands, the cover falling closed. He was completely gawking at you, no shame, well, maybe a little. But that was the last thing he was thinking about at that moment. He was disappointed, as he watched you latch another bra around your chest, covering your breast once again. 

Next was a white tank top, similar to the one you had on earlier. His eyes wandered down to your ass, taking it in for the last couple moments. Who knew when, or if, he would ever see it again. You struggled with the thermals, swaying your hips back and forth, trying to get the tight-fitting garment up your legs. They fit you snug, not leaving much to the imagination, the other men would surely get a kick out of them, but Ghost was the lucky bastard who got to see you without any of it on. With one last huff and shimmy, you turned and walked back towards the door, ripping it open again. 

“Soap, I’m still gonna kill your stupid ass!” You exclaimed, slamming the door shut in one smooth motion before disappearing back into the kitchenette. Leaving Simon there, the book still shut and completely breathless. And not to mention a raging hard on.

[punkshort]

Chapter warnings: language, sexual situations, smut, blood and violence, angst, panic attacks

Chapter Nineteen

December 2004

The frigid winter snow whirled around you as you walked down the street, biting at your cheeks and nose as you made your way from Tommy's home to the greenhouse to start your shift. You shoved your gloved hands further into your coat pockets and tucked your chin into your chest, trying to prevent the icy snow from hitting your face. You knew the walk to the greenhouse like the back of your hand by now, relying on visual cues from the ground to keep you on track.

You were distracted with thoughts from earlier that morning, before Joel went off to work on construction of the wall around the new neighborhood. He started a few hours earlier than you, so he always tried his best to be as quiet as possible while he got ready, but you hadn't slept well last night, and you woke when you heard the shower turn off in the bathroom.

He had walked back into your room with only his jeans pulled on, unbuttoned and unzipped, with his hair slicked back. You could smell the soap on him from your spot on the bed as he rifled blindly through the closet to pick out a shirt. He twisted around when you reached up to flick the light on next to you.

"Shit, sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he said softly, turning back to the closet and giving you a view of his back muscles twitching under his beautiful, bronzed skin.

"Mmm, I'm not," you said as you leaned up in bed, your voice sultry and filled with sleep. He chuckled as he tugged a grey long sleeve thermal over his head. You swung your legs over the side of the mattress and padded over to him, wearing only an oversized t-shirt, your legs and feet bare. You wrapped your arms around his stomach from behind as he pulled a flannel from a hanger.

"Aren't you cold?" he murmured, trying to stay focused.

"A little," you admitted, running your hands lightly over his soft stomach, your fingers occasionally lifting the bottom of his shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut and brought one large hand up to cover both of yours.

"Maybe you should go back to bed. Warm up. You got a few hours before work," he said, cursing himself for his morality.

"Maybe you should join me," you suggested timidly, and his breath caught in his throat. The past few weeks he had noticed you were becoming flirtier and more suggestive, but neither of you had yet to physically take things further. Almost every night he would wrap you in his arms, your tongues probing desperately in each other's mouths, but that was all. In a moment of weakness once or twice he had skirted his hand underneath your shirt to graze your nipple, but the sounds you made and the way you arched up into his palm made him pull back, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself if he continued.

“Sweetheart, I gotta get to work,” he told you gently, pulling your hands away from his stomach, but you let them fall to his hips instead, resting your head against his back. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your cheek as he spoke. “It’d look bad for the boss to be late.”

You hummed as your hand shyly traveled down his hip to nudge at the hardness growing in his jeans. You could feel his body tense, waiting for your hand to shoot back to your side, but instead your fingers inched forward, tracing the outline of his cock through the denim. He let out a shaky breath when your hand fully covered his clothed length, his fist gripping the flannel still dangling at his side.

“Shit,” he whispered, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as your hand slowly ran up and down, lingering at the opening of his jeans. He could feel your hot breath through his shirt on his back, panting slightly in anticipation as you quickened the pace.

“Do you like that?” you whispered back, desperate to hear him. He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes,” he muttered, taking his free hand from his side to brace against the wall. You smiled into his shirt, squeezing your thighs together, trying to find some friction for the ache that was building between your legs as your fingers reached the opening of his jeans and began to find their way to the flap of his boxers, but the hand holding his flannel jumped up to cover yours before you could find his skin.

“I-I don’t,” he stammered as he desperately tried to keep a clear head. “I mean, are you… fuck. You don’t have to –“

“Shh,” you said, and he sighed. “I want to. Please let me, Joel.” He thought about it for a minute before releasing your hand and letting his head fall forward to watch as your fingers reached through his boxers to pull out his cock, already leaking with precum. You wrapped your hand gently around him and slid your fist up, running your thumb over his slit to gather the wetness there and brought it back down. He dropped his flannel on the floor and braced both of his arms against the wall as he watched, slack jawed, while you pumped him up and down. You used slow, languid movements at first, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin in your palm, but you could tell from how tense his muscles were that he was desperate for release after so many months without your touch.

So, you flicked your wrist faster, deciding today was not the day to tease him. A groan bubbled up from his throat, his eyes glued to your hand as he began gasping for air.

“Shit, sweetheart, I ain’t gonna last long,” he croaked out, and you could already feel his stomach muscles tense against your arm. His hips thrusted weakly into your hand before an arm dropped and his hand gently grasped your wrist, guiding you up and down faster, showing you exactly what he liked, what he needed. He screwed his eyes shut as he felt his chest and neck grow flush.

"You gonna let go for me, baby?" you asked, mouth pressed against his back. He growled when he heard the term of endearment you reserved exclusively for moments like this.

"Yeah," he panted, "fuck, that feels so good."

It only took a few more strokes before he gasped, clenching his fist against the wall as he let out a strangled groan that vaguely resembled your name. You couldn't see, but you felt his hot spend painting your fist and dripping down your hand.

He stumbled forward, resting his forehead against the wall while you pulled your hand back and looked around, finding a washcloth Joel must have discarded when he entered the room. You offered it to him when you were done, and he weakly plucked it from your hand, turning around so his back was now leaning against the wall. He cleaned himself up and tossed it back on the pile of laundry, tucking his cock back into his jeans as he continued to catch his breath. He ran his fingers through his drying curls and looked you up and down, reaching out a hand for you to take before he pulled you against his heaving chest. You nuzzled into him before leaning back, intending to press a quick kiss against his lips, but instead his hands gripped the sides of your face, his heated gaze searching your eyes for something. You looked up at him longingly, then clutched his shirt in your hand and gave the material a tug, pulling him down to connect with his lips.

He began to walk you backwards towards the bed, your heart hammering in your chest as his tongue licked against your lips. You felt the back of your knees hit the mattress and he gave you a gentle shove. You flopped backwards on top of the cool sheets, then he hooked his hands under your knees. You gasped as he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. He bent down, about to fall to his knees before you when there was a soft knock on the door. You both froze, staring at one another until you heard a second knock. You could see the pain on his face when he realized it was Tommy, probably wondering why he was late, and trying not to wake you up.

"Go," you whispered, and he shook his head angrily. You gave him a stern look and lifted a foot from the ground to press into his chest and push him backwards. He fell back on his heels but then stood up quickly, bringing his mouth to hover over yours.

"Later," he promised, his eyes raking over your body once more before whipping around to snatch his flannel from the floor. You tucked yourself back into bed before the door quickly opened and shut behind him, leaving you all alone until later.

It was no wonder you weren't paying attention when you walked straight into someone on your way to work. You stumbled backwards in shock when a pair of strong arms reached out to steady you. You flinched at the contact, still not fully comfortable with it, but it was something you were actively working on overcoming, so you refrained from wriggling out of his grasp. You looked up to find a man you had never seen in Jackson before. It wasn't uncommon with the way the town was growing lately. He had dark brown wavy hair, with some stubble covering his chiseled jaw and full lips. Your eyes finally came up to meet his, a piercing blue.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you told him, and this time you did pull away, taking a few steps back to introduce yourself.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jake," he said, shaking your hand.

"Sorry, I don't remember meeting you before, are you new?" you asked sheepishly.

"Yes, actually, Maria and Tommy just brought me in today. Tommy found me out there in the cold, offered me a place to stay. I was supposed to find him after I grabbed something to eat, but to be perfectly honest, I'm a little lost. Can you point me in the direction of the stables?"

"Of course, follow me," you said, turning away from the greenhouse to lead him in Tommy's direction. "This snow's coming down so fast it's hard to see your own hand in front of your face."

Jake chuckled and shoved his hands deeper into his jacket pockets.

"Tell me about it. Couldn't believe my eyes when he rode up and found me out in the woods in this, like my own personal savior," he joked, falling in step next to you.

"Yeah, most of us feel like that about this place," you pointed when you saw the barn come into view through the snow. "Stables are right there." Jake turned to you and gave you a wide smile.

"Thank you so much for the help. I'll see you around," he said, giving you a friendly wave as he stomped through the snow towards the barn.

You turned to backtrack towards the greenhouse, your eyes naturally gravitating towards the end of the street where the new houses stood, all empty until construction on the wall was finished. You squinted to try to catch a glimpse of Joel, but the snow was so thick, you couldn't see a thing.

You swung the door to the greenhouse open and you were instantly hit with a familiar humid heat. You stripped off your outerwear and hung everything up on a hook by the door, glancing around at the rows and rows of plants in various stages of growth.

"Carrie?" you called out to your coworker, "I'm here, sorry I'm late!"

A young girl roughly the same age as you popped her head out from the office with a smile. She tossed her long, straight blonde hair over her shoulder as she rolled her desk chair out of the room to see you.

"No worries, that snow is really coming down out there," she said as you walked towards her down an aisle of medicinal herbs.

"It wasn't even the snow's fault. I ran into a new guy who was lost, I told him I would show him to the stables."

"Which new guy? Carl?" she asked, and you shook your head.

"No, a guy I haven't seen around before. Jake? Tommy found him in the woods this morning, apparently," you shrugged as you picked up a pair of gardening gloves and slid them on.

"Is he cute?" Carrie asked you excitedly, and you rolled your eyes. Carrie was sweet and fun, and she never seemed to let anything bring her down. It was refreshing, although at times you wondered how someone could be so upbeat living in this world.

"Actually... yes, he kind of is," and she squealed. You pointed your finger at her and gave her your most serious face. "Do NOT tell Joel I said that," you warned. She giggled and nodded, begging you for more details. You went about your daily routine of pruning and deadheading the plants while you described what he looked like as she hung on your every word.

"Maybe I'll see him tonight at dinner and I can introduce myself," she replied, unraveling a hose to water some vegetables.

"Mmm, good idea. I'm sure Maria will walk him around to meet everyone after we eat," you said, wiping at the beads of sweat forming at your brow.

"Oh, before I forget. Do you mind working solo tomorrow? Doc asked me to stop by in the morning to observe a prenatal exam on Kate." Carrie was in training to become a nurse. It was probably considered one of the most important jobs in Jackson. Maria was always concerned about there being enough medical staff in town, and Carrie was a quick learner.

"Of course, not a problem," you told her. "How far along is Kate now?"

Carrie went on to tell you all about everything about Kate and what she learned so far from Bill, the town's doctor. You guiltily tuned her out halfway through her ramblings about cervical dilation and let your thoughts wander back to Joel.

The two of you have been dancing around the elephant in the room for the past two months. At first, you were grateful he didn't want to take things further, content with being close to him and enjoying how intimate it felt to just kiss, with no expectation to have sex. Then, one night he got carried away and his rough fingers found their way up your sleep shirt, palming your breast with his big hand. You thought you would reject his touch, but to your surprise it never came. Something clicked in your brain that night that made you think you were finally ready. Maria told you once to listen to your body, and you did. You arched off the bed to chase his touch, moaning into his mouth. He quickly realized what he did and pulled his hand back, leaving you wanting more. It only happened a couple more times after that, and each time it had you craving his touch with a burning need.

Joel seemed content to just keep things the way they were, always worrying about pressuring you. You had been laying it on thick for the past couple weeks, trying to show him you were ready, that you wanted more, but he kept turning you down. Until this morning.

"Yoohoo, are you listening to me?" Carrie asked, waving her hand in front of your face. You blinked at her, trying to downplay the flush on your cheeks.

"Sorry, what did you say?" you said, genuinely apologetic.

"I said, did you notice Tommy and Maria were sitting together alone after dinner the other day having drinks? I think he finally got up the courage to ask her on a date."

You and Carrie giggled about Jackson's worst kept secret. The whole town could see how Tommy had puppy dog eyes for Maria. You had confronted her last week about the lack of progress in her love life, pointing out that as promised, Joel and Tommy taken some of the work off her plate, giving her more time for a personal life. After a few shots at the bar, she finally agreed that she would take Tommy up on his offer for a date.

The two of you spent the rest of the day gossiping and preparing for the next harvest until 5 o'clock finally rolled around and you eagerly stepped back out into the blustery cold, giving Carrie a quick wave goodbye. The snow had died down, but the wind was whipping up fallen snow from the ground, making visibility difficult as you walked back to Tommy's house. The anticipation of later had been eating at you all day, counting down the seconds until you finished work and could pick up where you left off this morning. Your pulse thudded in your throat when you saw fresh boot prints leading up to the front door. You hoped Joel called it quits early due to the bad weather.

You stomped the loose snow from your boots outside as you pushed the door open, quickly shutting it tight behind you. The warmth from the fireplace already melted the snow from your face as you shed your coat, hat, gloves and scarf. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks with the back of your hand. You were sliding your boots off when you heard men laughing from the direction of the kitchen table. Frowning, you poked your head around the corner. Tommy was the first to notice you, calling out your name and waving you over. Joel was sitting next to him, and a third man was sitting with his back to you.

Your eyes immediately met Joel's as you walked over to the table, taking in his heated stare the moment he realized you were home, but Tommy didn't pick up on the tension. Instead, he extended an arm out to the visitor and introduced you to him. The man turned around in his seat to greet you and you finally tore your eyes away from Joel.

"Jake?" you said, surprised. He broke out into a wide grin and gave you a friendly wave.

"Nice to see you again," he said warmly. Joel's jaw ticked to the side, on edge about the familiarity.

"You two already met?" Tommy asked, and you nodded, ignoring Joel's stare.

"Yeah, we ran into each other this morning," you said, and Jake laughed heartily at your words. You frowned, wondering what was so funny, until he explained.

"Literally, ran into each other," Jake explained, and you realized you had unintentionally made a joke and gave a polite chuckle. "I was lost trying to find the stables, she was kind enough to show me the way."

Joel visibly stiffened next to Jake now, and you suddenly wanted this interaction to end as quickly as possible.

"Yeah, the snow was bad this morning, could hardly see a thing," you said, daring a glance in Joel's direction now. You could swear his nostrils were flaring. You couldn't tell if it was the fire or his intense glare that was making you sweat.

"Well then, this makes things easier," Tommy said, leaning forward on the table. "Jake's gonna be staying in the spare room upstairs, across from you and Joel. 'Til we get the new neighborhood up and runnin'."

You thought you saw a flicker of something on Jake's face when Tommy mentioned you and Joel sharing a room, but he hid it well. Instead, he smiled at you both.

"I'm a neat roommate, I swear. You won't hear a peep out of me," he said, holding his hands in the air.

You mumbled something about welcoming him to the house and excused yourself to head upstairs, your head spinning. You weren't sure why you never thought about Tommy needing to lend his spare bedroom, but it made sense at the rate the town was growing. Of course the houses were maxed out.

Based on Joel's body language during the whole conversation, you weren't surprised in the least when he swung the bedroom door open less than ten minutes after you left, making sure to shut it firmly behind him. All day long you had been waiting to be alone with him, but the look in his eye right now made you believe the evening wasn't going in the direction you hoped.

"Hey there, 'pretty girl'," he said, but there was no affection in his tone. In fact, it almost sounded bitter to your ears. Your eyes darted around, confused.

"Hey?" you replied, unsure of where he was going with this.

"'Pretty girl'," he repeated, taking a step closer. "He said he ran into a 'pretty girl' this mornin'. Guess now I know who." You could see his neck was red and he was clenching his jaw. Every part of you wanted to start a fight with him. You clearly did nothing wrong and you didn't deserve his attitude, but you had been aching for him all day and you didn't want to waste another second alone with him.

"Oh," you said quietly, your expression soft as you took a step towards him, holding his gaze. "You don't think I'm pretty?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. His eyes shifted around the room, not expecting your reaction.

"'Course I do, that's not what I said," he told you, straightening up and steeling his gaze.

"No, what you said was you 'didn't know who the pretty girl was he ran into this morning'. Who else did you think he ran into, then?" You took another step, now invading his personal space, and lifted your hands to rest on his chest.

"Maria?" you teased, pressing a kiss along his jaw. You felt a muscle jump there but otherwise he remained unaffected.

"Carrie?" you suggested again, turning your head to place another kiss on the other side of his jaw, and this time you saw him gulp.

"Maybe Pam, from the kitchen?" You dipped your head to suck on the side of his neck, but you barely made contact before he was lifting you up and tossing you on the bed, quickly crawling on top of you and covering your mouth with his, immediately flicking his tongue against your lips to delve deeper.

You moaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you could, running your tongue alongside his as you explored his mouth, which tasted faintly like mint.

You ran your fingers through his hair, scraping your nails against his scalp in the way he liked that made him groan. His hand reached down to grab your ass, making you squeal into his mouth. You had to break away to catch your breath, but he kept going, making a trail of kisses along your jaw, sucking harder than usual when he got to your neck, making you cry out softly a few times until he soothingly licked the spots he marked.

"Joel," you whined, lifting your hips up to meet his.

"Hmm?" he said, nibbling at your collarbone.

"It's later," you reminded him, and you felt his body tense. He lifted himself off you and used his forearms to support himself on either side of your head as he gazed into your eyes.

"I need you to tell me exactly what you want, do you understand?" You nodded vigorously. "You need to be honest with me. Tell me what you're ready for, and what you ain't ready for, alright?" And again, you nodded, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you," he whispered against your neck, and you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.

"Your mouth," you murmured, and he smirked at the blush that spread across your cheeks.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, the words stoking a fire within you. He made his way slowly down your body: nipping at your breasts through your shirt, running his nose down your stomach, unbuttoning your jeans and biting gently at the skin he revealed as he tugged them down until he pulled them from your ankles and tossed them on the floor. He hovered his mouth over your clothed cunt, his hot breath invading the thin fabric, making you writhe in anticipation.

He hooked his thumbs around the sides of your panties and barely gave them one small tug when, for the second time that day, Tommy interrupted you.

"Hey, Joel! Let's get a move on, dinner's served soon. Gotta bring Jake to meet everyone!" he yelled from downstairs. You groaned and threw an arm across your eyes, cursing Tommy over and over.

"What the fuck," you muttered, frustrated. Joel sighed.

"Comin'!" He shouted back, and you groaned.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make it up to you," he kissed the inside of your thigh and you whimpered, not sure how it would be possible to make it through another couple hours without his mouth on you.

The four of you and Maria sat around a table in the dining room listening to Jake tell the story of his experience during the outbreak. You thought you heard him mention he was from Seattle, but that was all you were able to absorb, your mind decidedly elsewhere.

You shifted in your chair, trying to distract yourself by glancing around the room. There were closer to 90 people who lived in Jackson now, and the dining hall was filled with their laughing and smiling faces. Carrie caught your eye from across the room. She pointed subtly towards Jake and mouthed the word 'hot', fanning herself while you stifled a giggle.

You felt Joel's thumb begin to rub a small circle on your back, his arm resting on the back of your chair. You had to keep yourself from leaning into him and burying your face in his neck, trying desperately to keep it together for just a little longer. As if he could sense your discomfort, he caught your eye when no one was paying attention and slowly ran his gaze up and down your body, making you shiver. He smirked, then casually lifted his glass to his lips, pretending to listen to Tommy while taking a slow sip. You watched his throat bob up and down and then he licked his lips, wiping away any remaining whiskey with his tongue.

Joel noticed your thighs squeezed together under the table as you tried to focus your attention back on the group, hoping the night would come to an early end. Maria was giggling at something Tommy said that you only half heard. Joel's effect on you had you feeling like you were drunk, but you hadn't touched a drop of alcohol all evening. Your gaze drifted around the table to find Jake looking at you, or more specifically, your neck. When he realized you caught him staring, he gave you a quick smile and turned his attention back on Maria. You subtly rubbed your neck, wondering what caught his attention when it hit you. Embarrassed, you pulled your hair over your shoulders to conceal the marks Joel left, but just as quickly as you did, Joel's fingers reached forward and flicked your hair back, exposing your neck again.

You turned to frown at him, but he was staring straight ahead, seemingly deeply engrossed with whatever Maria was saying until his eyes flicked to you and gave you a quick but firm shake of his head. He wanted everyone to see.

You couldn't take it anymore. You gave an exaggerated yawn before standing up from the table, drawing the attention of the group.

"I'm gonna head back, I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm wiped," you announced. Jake quickly stood up, pushing his chair back.

"I can walk you back, I've had quite the day myself," he said with a bright smile, but then just as quickly, Joel stood up, placing his hand on your lower back, and Jake's smile faltered.

"I got it. You should stay, mingle with some of the folks 'round here. They can give you the lay of the land." Joel said, unable to keep the frown from his face.

"Are you sure?" Jake asked, addressing you and only you. You nodded, not interested in whatever pissing match was developing between the two men.

"She's sure," Joel said lowly, almost like a growl, and you rolled your eyes at Maria, who muttered an "oh, brother," under her breath.

"Come on," you muttered, yanking Joel's arm away from the table and towards the door, leaving Jake to awkwardly sit back down, his eyes trailing after the two of you.

The cold night air took your breath away as you left the warmth of the Tipsy Bison, Joel's broad form following closely behind you.

"That was awkward," you murmured, burying your face in your scarf as you hurried down the street, eager to be alone with Joel and in the warmth of your bed.

"He's got a crush on you," he stated matter-of-factly, and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Are you jealous?" you asked incredulously, and he scoffed. "Is that why you left these marks on my neck?"

He stopped in his tracks suddenly, and you nearly slid on some ice trying to come to a quick stop, turning to face him. The glow of the string lights hanging over the street illuminated his face, which you realized for the first time looked distressed and frustrated.

"Are you ok?" you asked him, your brows scrunching up in concern. He took a couple steps forward to close the gap between you and reached out a hand to pull your chin up to him, pressing his lips firmly against yours before pulling back, still holding your chin in his fingers.

"I'm fine. Just don't like anyone touchin' what's mine, is all," he said simply, dropping your chin from his grasp and continued to march down the street towards Tommy's house, leaving you breathless and hurrying to catch up. Part of you wanted to chastise him for claiming ownership over you, but you knew he didn't mean it in a bad way. Besides, you did the same thing to him in front of Amy, blatantly marking your territory by hanging all over him.

You caught up with him and looped your arm through his, pulling yourself closer as you walked.

"I'm not really tired, you know," you said, looking up at him. He tried to hide the smile that threatened to spill across his face.

"Yeah, I know," he smirked, and you felt your stomach flip.

You stumbled into your bedroom, Joel's arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his mouth finding a permeant home on your neck and shoulder. You twisted around as he kicked the door shut behind you, pulling him up by the collar, your mouths colliding messily. You whimpered at the heat behind his touch and kiss, which only served to spur him on. You fumbled with the button and zipper of your jeans, your hands not cooperating, shaking from anticipation. He swatted your hands away before breaking the kiss and sliding down to his knees before you. He peered up at you through his eyelashes, his gaze heated, and his pupils blown wide with need. His lips were parted and already swollen, and you imagined yours probably looked the same. His hands rested on the waistband of your jeans, and you wondered what was taking him so long until you realized he was looking to you for permission. Even in his wrecked state, he still had the presence of mind to check with you, which made you want him even more. You nodded, your eyelids heavy. You swallowed nervously as you watched him undo your jeans and slowly pull them down your legs, his eyes never leaving your clothed heat, which just so happened to be at perfect eye level.

He pulled both legs of your pants off and tossed them into a corner of the room once again, this time determined to not have any disruptions. Still on his knees, he ran his hands slowly and deliberately up the backs of your calves to your knees, and then finally resting on the backs of your thighs, right below your ass. You squirmed, one of your hands resting on his shoulder and the other finding a familiar grasp in his hair. He squeezed the backs of your thighs gently, bringing you forward ever so slightly so he could run his nose up and down the front of your underwear, drawing a low moan from your throat.

"Joel," you whined, tipping your head back and squeezing your eyes shut, desperate to feel him on you.

"Hmm?" he said, burying his nose against you and inhaling deeply, making you blush when you felt your wetness soaking through the fabric, no doubt making contact with his skin.

"Please," you whispered, and he instantly scooped you up, pinning you to his chest by your legs, making you gasp and scramble to steady yourself, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He took a few steps and deposited you unceremoniously onto the bed, your hair spread out around you like a halo. Your shirt had ridden up, exposing your stomach, and your legs were spread wide before him. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw the dark spot of arousal leaking through the fabric, his cock twitching in his jeans.

"Tell me," he reminded you, his voice strained.

"Your mouth, Joel," you rasped, not caring how pathetic you sounded this time.

He cursed and his fingers hooked the sides of your panties, tugging them off quickly and pressing his palms against the inside of your thighs to rest them flat against the bed, exposing every inch of yourself to him. You gulped, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze. You wiggled a little under his hold, your fingers finding clumps of the bedsheets to grip at your sides when you felt his hot exhale fan over cunt.

"Remember, you need to talk to me, alright?" he murmured, nipping gently at your inner thigh. "You gotta tell me what you want, or if you're uncomfortable."

You nodded and sighed, lifting your hips off the mattress greedily.

"I will, I promise," you whispered, then gasped when his mouth finally made contact. His beard was prickly against your skin as his tongue scooped inside you to collect the wetness waiting for him.

You arched your back off the mattress, your head thrown back in a silent scream. He hummed against you, pressing his lips flush against your folds and swirling his tongue into your opening, drawing out a satisfied moan from your throat.

He continued to lick and swirl his tongue into you lazily, like he had all the time in the world. The scratchy facial hair above his lip kept grazing against your clit as his tongue continued to probe into you, making your walls clench over and over. Your whole body felt hot as you struggled to catch your breath, your heart slamming against your rib cage.

His hands wrapped around the backs of your thighs and curled around so his palms could hold you open and still.

"Talk to me," he said, his voice muffled, his mouth was still pressed against your cunt.

"Good," you managed to choke out before taking a deeper breath, trying to clear your head so you could give him what he asked. "Really fucking good, Joel, fuck!" You gasped the last curse as his mouth finally traveled up to your swollen clit, flicking it with his tongue a few times before he sucked it into his mouth. Your vision was getting blurry, the sensation so intense it was causing tears to well up in your eyes. You blinked them away furiously so you could focus on Joel, wanting to commit the image of his head buried between your legs to memory, but one tear managed to escape down your cheek.

His gaze traveled up to your face at the exact moment you shed a tear, and he pulled back from you immediately. You let out a frustrated sob, your fingers gripping the sheets so hard you wondered if your nails would tear them. He brought himself up to hover over you on the bed, searching your eyes in a panic, but all you could focus on was his glistening mouth and the throbbing ache between your legs.

"What’d I do?" he asked, eyes widened in fear. You must have looked confused because he raised a hand to wipe away the tear from your cheek.

"Happy," you gasped out, "not sad, happy." And when he hesitated, you begged, "Please. I promise. You feel so good, please don't stop."

He seemed to believe you because he gave you a filthy smirk before finally descending back on your clit, picking up the same pace where he left off. You moaned softly as your hand drifted to the top of his head, tangling in his curls and bucking your hips up into his mouth. He groaned against you, the vibrations causing you to clench again around nothing. You could feel the pressure growing in your lower abdomen, but you were missing that full feeling inside that you needed to get you over the edge.

"Fingers," you managed to croak out, your head turned to the side, buried in the comforter. Joel slowed down upon hearing your request, feeling unsure. For the second time, he pulled back, eliciting a groan from you now.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently. He didn't want to throw cold water on the moment, but he was worried you weren't thinking it through. You turned your head and saw the concern behind his eyes, knowing full well he was thinking about what you went through the last time someone put their fingers inside you.

"Yes," you told him firmly. "I'm ready. I've given this a lot of thought, I swear."

He hesitated, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. When he found none, he brought his hand around to gently cup your inner thigh, stroking up and down your leg until you got used to his touch before he let his thumb swipe up through your folds, keeping his eyes glued to your face, making sure you didn't wince or shirk away before venturing further.

He placed his middle finger at your entrance and felt your walls clenching, trying to pull him in.

"Still ok?" he asked you with bated breath, and you nodded, spreading your legs further as he pushed his finger inside. He watched your back arch off the bed, your hands fisting the sheets next to you as you let out a whimper. He gave you a moment to adjust before slipping another finger inside and began to pump them in and out slowly, watching your reaction, his lips parted and his eyes blazing.

He could see the sheen of sweat covering your face in the moonlight, your eyes screwed shut as you parted your swollen lips, gasping with pleasure as the tension built back up inside you. He was so taken with watching you that you had to remind him again what you wanted.

"Joel," you whispered, "your mouth, please, I need - oh!" Your head tipped backwards again when his mouth enveloped your clit, alternating between sucking and swirling his tongue until he heard your breath stutter and felt your walls clench, warning him you were close. He flattened his tongue against your clit and rubbed it from side to side while he curled his fingers inside you to reach your sweet spot.

"Joel!" You cried out, not caring how loud you were or if anyone was home. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna... Don't stop, don't stop, don't -"

You broke your chant with a gasp when the wave of your orgasm washed over you, your thighs clenching around his head. He kept licking gently at your clit and slowed his thrusts as he felt you come down from your high, trying to prolong it as long as possible.

When he felt your body collapse under him, weak and satiated, he finally removed his fingers, giving your thighs small kisses that he trailed over your hips and up to your ribs, taking special care to kiss the pink scars there before he settled onto the bed beside you, listening to you catch your breath.

A few minutes later you heard the water turn on in the bathroom in the hall.

"Shit," you murmured sleepily, rolling onto your side so you could wrap your leg and arm around him. "They're home."

"Good," he smirked, and you looked up at him in the dark curiously, his eyes closed. "I want that punk to hear whose name you're screamin'."

You leaned up on your elbow to look down at him.

"So you did make those marks on purpose," you said, and he shrugged.

"Told you. Don't like anyone touchin' what's mine." He opened his eyes and looked at you, his gaze dark and burning.

"Where's this coming from?" you asked softly, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. He shrugged and stretched his arm out to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you back down to lay on his chest.

"Don't know. Somethin' about the way he looks at you just... bothers me, I guess."

"I think he's just being friendly," you told him, and he scoffed. "He knows we share a room. I think he can connect the dots."

"Well, if he didn't before, he sure will now," he chuckled, and you swatted at his shoulder.

"You're filthy," you teased him as you stretched your neck up to bite at his jaw, and he grinned. You ran your hand over his chest and tucked it underneath the collar of his shirt, your palm seeking out the warm skin on his shoulder, and you sighed.

"I missed you," you whispered. He understood what you meant. You missed this. This part of your relationship, the physical part that has been absent for so long.

"Me, too," he murmured, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your arm.

"I gotta go wash up, alright?" he said, and you nodded, rolling off him with a yawn and yanking the sheets over your half naked body.

He closed the bedroom door quietly behind him. The light in the hallway was still on overhead as he made his way to the bathroom. Jake swung the door open and turned off the light, looking up in surprise when he noticed Joel. He gave him a tight smile, extending his arm towards the bathroom.

"All yours," he said, moving to the side as Joel reached a hand into the bathroom to flick the light on. He grunted and made to close the door when Jake spoke again.

"Wish she could've stayed a little longer, we all had a good time," he said, motioning towards the closed bedroom door. Joel stiffened, picking up how he specifically wished you had stayed.

"I made sure she had a real good time here." Joel fixed him with a stern gaze and spread his arms across the door frame of the bathroom.

Jake stared back, his jaw twitching ever so slightly before he forced a smile across his face and gave Joel a nod, then turned to head back to his bedroom. Joel's eyes followed him until his door closed, then turned back into the bathroom to wash up.

"What are you smiling about?" Carrie asked you, nudging you with her hip as she passed by you with a flat of herbs. You flushed, unaware you had been smiling when you were zoning out watering the plants, thinking about the night before. More specifically, Joel's face buried between your legs. You could still feel the slight burn his beard left on your inner thighs, noticing earlier that morning they were slightly pink.

"Nothing!" you said hurriedly, but Carrie caught on when she noticed your blush, giving you a knowing look.

"Suuuure," she said, playfully rolling her eyes. "Can you forget about Joel for two seconds? I need your help." You laughed, but you could feel your blush deepen.

"What do you need help with?" you asked, brushing your hands against your pants.

"I need you to put in a good word for me with your cute roommate," she said, batting her eyes at you. "We talked for a few minutes last night, I think we got along pretty well. Can you find out if he likes me?"

"'Likes' you?" you giggled. "How old are we?" Carrie laughed and swatted at your shoulder.

"Hey, we aren't all as lucky as you," she wiggled her eyebrows at you as she continued. "Most people struggle to find love in the apocalypse."

"Yeah, sure, I'll talk to him next time I see him," you agreed. She thanked you, and then you felt a rush of cold air enter the room, warning you someone entered the greenhouse. Her eyes flicked over your shoulder and grinned.

"Speak of the devil. Hi, Joel!" she said, and you whipped around as he walked up the aisle of plants, waving to Carrie and giving you a warm smile.

"You ladies talkin' about me?" he asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him. He smelled like pine trees and fresh fallen snow.

"You're cold," you said after you felt his lips press against your forehead.

"You wanna warm me up, sweetheart?" he mumbled, and Carrie waved you both away.

"The both of you, leave, before you make me sick," she said, but she was grinning when you turned your attention back to her.

"I was gonna take her to lunch, that alright?" Joel asked, and Carrie nodded.

"Yes, go enjoy yourselves. I'll just be here when you get back, all alone," she said dramatically.

"I'll bring you something!" you yelled over your shoulder, but Joel had already wrapped you in your coat and pushed you out the door.

"This winter's been bad. We're way behind schedule on the wall around those houses. Thought we'd be almost done by now," Joel lamented as he finished up his lunch. You smiled at Seth when he dropped off the wrapped sandwich you had requested for Carrie and picked up your empty plate.

"It's ok," you assured him, rubbing his arm from across the table. "So we all have to bunk together for a little while longer. We'll make it work."

"I was just hopin' to get you a home by now, like I promised," he said, leaning back in his chair but kept his arm outstretched, enjoying the contact.

"It's just a few extra months, I'll be patient," you said, giving him a wink. He grinned, then leaned forward to say something that would make you blush when his eyes landed on Jake entering the dining hall behind you. You watched Joel visibly stiffen and the smile drain from his face. Frowning, you looked behind you, spotting the source of his mood shift pick a seat up against the bar, and you turned back to Joel.

"You're still jealous?" you teased, but this time he didn't smile.

"Not jealous," he shook his head, tearing his eyes away from Jake and back onto you. "Just protectin' what's -"

"-mine. Yeah, I remember," you finished for him, rolling your eyes. "You know, I am capable of protecting myself, too."

Joel shifted in his seat and drew his hand back from yours to pull at a loose thread on the cuff of his shirt, trying to block out the memory of the last man you protected yourself against.

"Yeah, I know. Just shouldn't have to," he mumbled. You could see Joel's mood was getting worse, then a thought occurred to you that might cheer him up.

"Well, I don't think you need to worry about Jake, do you know why?" you pushed, and he gave you a barely perceptible shrug.

"Carrie's got a big ol’ crush on him, she wants me to try to play matchmaker or something." He just continued to stare at you, not sure why you were telling him this.

"She's pretty. I'm sure he would be into her, too. If he really does have a thing for me, it will be a thing of the past very soon," you explained, then reached your hand across the table to him. "You don't have to worry, you know that, right?"

"All I do is worry," he said, shaking his head and weakly meeting your hand with his.

"I'm not gonna cheat on you, Joel," you said quietly, and his eyes shot up from the table.

"I know that sweetheart, it's not that. I'm sorry. I'm just... too much in my head or somethin'. I'll drop it." He rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand and gave you a small smile. You could tell he was being sincere, although you still couldn't figure out what was bothering him so much about Jake.

Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Jake turn around on his stool to look around the room, and an idea popped in your head. Before you could stop yourself, you stood up from your chair, Joel giving you a confused look as you rounded the table. He leaned back in his seat as you approached, looking up at you when you stopped in front of him. You sat down sideways in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, crashing your mouth over his hungrily, your tongue flicking against his teeth. He opened his mouth so his tongue could slide against yours, and just as quickly as it happened, you pulled back, leaving him chasing your mouth for more.

"What was that for?" he asked you, his brown eyes a shade darker and a smirk twitching at his lips. You rolled your eyes in the direction of Jake without turning your head, pretending to fix his collar. Joel's gaze slid across the bar to find Jake had, in fact, seen your little show.

"C'mon, walk me back to work," you said, standing up to put on your jacket.

"Gimme a minute," said Joel, shifting in his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose.

A couple days later, the snow had finally stopped falling. Joel warned you that morning he was going to work as late as he could to make up some of the time lost on the project due to the weather, so you made plans with Maria to have dinner together. You were dying for an update on her relationship with Tommy, so the timing was perfect.

You stomped the snow off your boots on Tommy's front porch before pushing the door open, the warmth of the fireplace instantly heating your chilled face.

"Tommy?" You called out as you shed your outerwear.

"Just me!" Jake called back from the kitchen, and you cringed. You knew Joel wouldn't like the idea of the two of you being alone, even though he told you he was going to let it go, you still didn't want to give him a reason to worry. You glanced at the clock. You were meeting Maria in 20 minutes, at least you had an excuse to leave.

"Hey," you said, poking your head into the kitchen. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a thermal forest green shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He brushed the hair out of his eyes when he looked up from the stove to smile at you.

"Hey, I'm making pasta, want any?" he asked, turning back to the stove.

"No thanks, I'm meeting Maria soon. But actually, do you have a minute? I've been meaning to ask you something." You forgot about your promise to Carrie, and now seemed perfect since you had some time to kill.

"Sure," he said, tossing a towel over his shoulder and leaning back, his palms gripping the edge of the counter behind him. "Just Maria? No Joel?"

"Girl’s night," you told him, pulling a stool up to the counter across from him. "This might sound super high school, but do you like anyone around town?" you asked, wincing at how dumb it sounded. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he cleared his throat, turning the burner off on the stove so he could give you his full attention.

"You don't have to answer that, it's just-"

"No," he said, leaning forward on the counter, his blue eyes drilling into yours. "It's fine. Yes, maybe I do like somebody. Why?"

"Well, someone I know has a crush on you, and she wanted me to feel you out, I guess? See if you'd be interested," you chuckled and you could feel your cheeks heating up. "This is so awkward, I'm sorry, I should've just told her to come talk to you herself."

Jake gave you a polite laugh, noticing your blush.

"It doesn't have to be awkward," he said with a grin, his hand inching towards you on the counter. "I didn't think she would be interested in me, I thought she was seeing someone," he said, regarding you carefully.

"Nope, she's single. So, you are interested?" you said excitedly. He nodded, his gaze dropping down to your mouth quickly before looking back up.

"Very," he murmured, and you clapped your hands together.

"That's great!" You glanced at the clock, realizing Maria would be there any minute. "Alright, well, I'll tell her at dinner-"

You were cut off when Jake's lips pressed firmly against your mouth, his hand coming up to grasp the back of your neck. You were frozen in shock, your mind scrambling at the unexpected contact, but when you felt his tongue trying to slip past your lips, you pushed backwards, nearly falling off your stool.

"What the fuck?" you yelled, wiping your mouth over the back of your hand. You stood up from the stool and walked backwards towards the front door, scowling at him. He looked genuinely confused, taking a step back to give you even more space.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were talking about yourself," he explained, raising his hands up in front of him.

"No! I was clearly referring to someone I know, why would you think that?"

"I don't know! I thought you were being cute about it, like you couldn't come out and say it was you, but I was obviously wrong, I'm so sorry," he apologized, his eyes pleading. "Maybe I was just hoping it was you," he said a little sadly, and you felt your shoulders droop.

"My friend, Carrie," you said weakly. "I work with her at the greenhouse. She met you the other night, long blonde hair." If it wasn't awkward before, it sure was now. He nodded.

"Yeah, I think I remember her," he said quietly, then looked down at the floor, embarrassed. You shifted your weight, desperately wanting this conversation to end.

"I'm supposed to meet Maria," you said, reaching for your coat. "I'll just... I'll tell Carrie to find you, or something," you mumbled, tugging on your gloves and heading out the door, figuring you would find Maria on the way.

"Joel's going to be so pissed," Maria said, her eyes wide. "You can't tell him."

"I have to!" you groaned and took another sip from your glass, the alcohol burning your throat. "If it was the other way around, I would want to know." You buried your face in your hands, your anxiety through the roof.

Maria sat back in her chair, sighing. She knew you were right.

"There's no good way to go about telling him,” she said, and you groaned again. "Just maybe make sure Jake is far away from you when you do."

The doors of the Tipsy Bison swung open, and you could hear Tommy and Joel's voices heading in your direction. You squeezed your eyes shut and downed the rest of your drink.

Joel snaked his arm around your waist, standing behind your stool at the bar, giving your shoulder a kiss.

"Hey," you said, giving him a weak smile. "Did you get a lot done?" He took the stool next to you and ordered a whiskey from Seth. Tommy and Maria were engrossed in a quiet conversation, and you were pretty sure you knew the topic.

"Still a lot to do, but we did as much as we could today. You feelin' alright?" he asked, noticing your demeanor. "You look a little pale."

"Mhmm, I feel fine," you said, avoiding his eyes and choosing to look around the bar instead. It was busy tonight. You could see Carrie with a group of friends across the room. You had no idea what you were going to tell her.

The doors opened again and this time, Jake walked in, his eyes scanning the room until he found you. He took a step forward, then stopped when he saw Joel, who was taking a sip from his glass, oblivious to his presence. Your pulse quickened in panic when you saw the determination in Jake's eyes. He raked his hand through his hair and forced himself to walk in your direction.

"Let's go home," you said hurriedly to Joel, sliding off your stool and tugging his arm. He gave you a surprised look, but slowly stood from his stool to join you.

"Why?" he asked, pulling his coat back on. Maria saw you both get up. You must have given her a look because she turned and saw Jake making his way over, and her eyes widened.

"Uh, you were right. I don't feel good, I want to go home. Let's go," you repeated, grabbing his hand and heading in the opposite direction.

"Well, hold on, lemme say bye to Tommy," he said, turning around, but you grabbed his chin and yanked it back to face you just as Jake had made his way through the crowd. Maria slid off her stool to stop him, distracting him while you made a break for it.

"Take me home, baby," you murmured, and you could see the heat behind his eyes when he heard your nickname for him.

"Yes, ma'am," he said lowly, and you pulled him into the throng of people, quickly making your way to the door.

Joel's hands were on you the minute you opened the door to Tommy's, walking you backwards into the kitchen and pushing you against the wall. His mouth latched onto your neck, and you moaned, tipping your head back, arching away from the wall and further into his body. You raked your hands up and down his back as he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist, pinning you between him and the wall when his mouth made its way to the other side of your neck. You gasped when you felt him bite at your collarbone. He pulled back to plant a quick kiss over the bite.

"Sorry," he murmured, squeezing your thighs. "I'm not tryin' to leave marks on purpose this time," he assured you. You froze, guilt washing over you for letting yourself get distracted. He felt your body tense, so he pulled back further to look you in the eye. He must have seen something he didn't like because he frowned and let you slide back down to the floor.

You chewed your lip, trying to think of the best way to tell him. He could see you struggling, and the fear started to bubble in his chest.

"I need to tell you something," you began, "but you need to promise not to freak out." He shook his head and stumbled back to sit on a stool pushed up against the kitchen counter. You could see his chest begin to heave and you stepped forward, placing a hand against his heart.

"Breathe," you whispered, and he slid his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath through his nose and out through his mouth.

"Just tell me,” he said quietly, his eyes still closed. You could feel his heart fluttering under your fingertips.

"There was a small misunderstanding, but it's all resolved now," you tried again, and Joel nodded, his clenched jaw giving away his feelings.

"Jake kissed me," you said, quickly adding "but it really was a misunderstanding. I was trying to tell him Carrie had a crush on him, and I don't know how, but I guess the way I phrased it made it sound like I was talking about myself. But I handled it."

He hung his head, chin tucked into his chest. His shoulders rose up and down as he took slow, deep breaths, absorbing your words. You slowly dropped your hand from his heart, letting it dangle at your side.

"Say something," you whispered, your heart like a hummingbird in your chest, your ribs the cage.

"I'm gonna kill him," he said darkly. He brought his head back up to look at you now. His jaw was clenched, nose flared, and his eyes burned with rage. The tone in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

"Joel," you warned, "I told you. I took care of it. He apologized, it's not a problem."

His eyes flashed with anger as he stood up, his fists clenched at his sides.

"And I fuckin' told you!" he roared, making you jump back. "He's had his eye on you since he got here! He knows you're mine and he still put his fuckin' hands on you!"

He pushed past you towards the door, shoving his boots back on and grabbing his coat in his fist. He swung the door open and stormed out as you scrambled to put your boots and coat on.

"Joel!" you yelled after him on the street, trying to catch up. He didn't reply, just shoved his arms through his coat and continued heading toward the Tipsy Bison. You jogged, careful not to slip on any ice, and reached him just as he was within view of the bar. You grabbed his arm and dug your heels into the snow.  He swiveled around so fast, you almost fell backwards. You swallowed hard when you saw his expression, his anger coming off him in waves.

"Please don't do this," you begged, gripping the sleeve of his coat so hard, your fingertips burned.

"I'm just gonna make sure it really is handled," he said lowly.

"How?" you whispered, unable to keep your voice steady.

"By breakin' his fuckin' jaw," he seethed, and he yanked his arm out of your grasp. He stormed up the steps and swung open the door to the bar, disappearing inside.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," you murmured to yourself, scrambling up the steps to the bar. You swung your head around, trying to find Joel, and then you spotted him. He was pushing his way through the crowd of people standing in groups around the bar, laughing and drinking, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

"Joel, stop!" you yelled, trying to follow him but getting swallowed up by the crowd. You kept shouting for him, but nobody heard you over the sound of the music and people talking.

"Jake!" You and the rest of the bar heard Joel roar, and the whole place fell silent, except for the music still playing. You struggled to push through everyone, now standing still and staring in the direction of Joel's voice.

You couldn't hear Jake's response, but you heard Joel.

"Outside. Now."

You broke through the crowd just in time to watch Joel grab Jake by the collar and drag him towards the front door. You and Maria exchanged panicked looks, then she pulled on Tommy's elbow, the three of you following in Joel's wake.

Outside, Joel had thrown Jake off the top step of the porch, sending him stumbling into the snow, but he managed to keep himself upright, swinging around with a scowl.

"Are you kidding me, man?" Jake said as Joel leisurely walked down the steps towards him. You vaguely realized a small crowd of people had joined you three outside, but you didn't bother to look.

"Joel," you tried again, your voice a little stronger now, but he held up a hand to silence you, eyes still fixed on Jake, stalking him like a predator. Jake looked past Joel's shoulder and met your eye.

"This who you want to be with?" He yelled to you, and your jaw fell open. "Look at him, he's crazy!"

"Don't talk to her," Joel snarled, and Jake let out a short laugh.

"Look, I get it," Jake said, backing up a couple steps. "It was an honest mistake. And I apologized right away."

Joel stopped, the muscles in his jaw twitching. You breathed a sigh of relief when Joel slowly turned his back on Jake and began heading towards you.

"Just thought you were looking for someone that could give you what you really need," Jake said to you.

Joel stopped in his tracks. You could see the switch flip, the same way you saw it in that closet in Kansas City.

"Shit," you whispered.

Joel spun around, punching Jake square in the nose with a distinct crunch. He stumbled back, clutching his nose, which was bleeding from both nostrils. He still managed to swing on Joel, hitting him in the eye. Joel lunged again, but Jake ducked and landed another punch, across the mouth this time, causing blood to drip from Joel's lip.

You covered your mouth with both hands, tears welling up in your eyes as you watched the brawl in horror, helpless to stop it.

Jake dodged another punch from Joel and tackled him around the middle, pinning him to the ground. He was only able to land one more punch before Joel rolled him over, now pinning Jake into the snow. Once Joel had the upper hand, it was over. His fists were merciless as he slammed into Jake's face over and over. It was silent except for Joel's grunts when he made contact, and the wet, mushy thud of his knuckles tearing into Jake's flesh. You realized Jake hadn't lifted an arm to defend himself after about the third punch, but Joel was still going, his eyes wild and uncaring.

"Joel!" You screamed, trying to snap him out of it. He either couldn't hear you, or he ignored you. You turned to the side, to the crowd of people watching the bloody scene before them, dumbstruck.

"Tommy!" You sobbed, his eyes glued to Joel, his jaw slack. Tommy blinked and looked at you, then realized what you were asking and rushed over to pull Joel away.

Maria seemed to snap out of it when she heard you yell, directing two men to help Jake up and take him to the infirmary. Tommy had Joel standing several feet away, his hand firmly on Joel's heaving chest as he quietly tried to talk sense into him. His knuckles were shredded, his eye swollen, already turning black and blue, and his face was splashed with blood. Some his, some Jake's.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, trickling hot paths across your cold skin. Maria pulled you into a hug and you sobbed on her shoulder.

"Why don't I take you home?" she murmured against your hair. You shook your head.

"I can't," you whispered, a fresh wave of tears washing over you. Maria shushed you and waved the crowd away, trying to protect you from prying eyes.

"You can stay with me," she offered. "I have an extra bed, it's small, but it'll do." You sniffled and pulled away, nodding.

"Thank you," you told her. You could already feel your eyes were puffy from crying.

She led you down the steps, past the snow painted in bright red blood. Joel seemed to finally come back down to earth when you passed him. He called out your name, but you ignored him, the same way he ignored you.

You heard Tommy say something to Joel about giving you some time, to go have a drink and get patched up. You could tell Joel was resisting but Tommy must have convinced him because he never followed.

Maria helped you pack some of your clothes while you grabbed anything you might need from the bathroom as quickly as possible. You were walking down the hallway when you heard the door shut and both Tommy and Joel's voices talking softly downstairs. You scurried into the bedroom and shut the door behind you.

"I think I have enough of your clothes, are you all set?" she asked as you shoved your toiletries into your backpack.

"Yeah, it'll be fine, I can come back if I need to," you told her, zipping the bag shut. You heard someone coming up the stairs and your heart began to hammer in your chest.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay and talk this out with him? You're always welcome at my place, don't get me wrong," she said hurriedly before Joel got to the door. You shook your head.

"I can't. Not tonight. I just... can't," you repeated, keeping your head down to hide the tears that were forming. You heard a soft knock on the door and looked up at Maria.

"I'll be downstairs, take your time," she said, and you nodded, your back to the door as you reopened your bag and shuffled some things around to try to look busy. She opened the door, unable to hide her shock from seeing Joel's face up close. She squeezed by him and muttered something about finding Tommy, then you heard the door shut softly.

"Where are you goin'?" Joel asked you, and you swore he sounded nervous. Good.

"Maria's," you said, your voice clipped. You heard him take a step towards you, then stop.

"Please stay," he begged softly, and you damn near gave in. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath, standing up to finally look at him, and you gasped. His eye was a deeper blue color now and more swollen than before. You wondered if he could even see. His face had been cleaned up from the blood, but his lip was still split, as well as a cut on his cheek you didn't notice before.

He visibly winced at your reaction, and again, you had to fight the urge to go to him.

"I don't think so, Joel," you whispered, then cleared your throat, trying to sound stronger. "I need some space."

His face crumpled at your words, and he hung his head in shame.

"I can explain," he said, looking back up to you, but you held your hand up to stop him.

"Do you even realize what you've done?" you asked him, your brows furrowed. "They could throw you out of here. They could throw me out of here."

"That'll never happen," he said firmly, but you shook your head.

"You don't know that, Joel. It's a goddamn vote. If people think we aren't good for this place, we're fucking gone," you snapped. Your anger was bubbling up now.

For the second time, Joel looked nervous. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and shifted his weight.

You sighed and picked up your bag, heading for the door.

"Wait, just... wait a minute, can we talk about this?" he asked, putting a hand on your arm. You looked down at his knuckles, all torn apart and still weeping a small trail of blood.

"I don't have anything more to say," you said. "I just need some time."

Reluctantly, Joel dropped his hand from your arm. You swung the door open, closing it behind you without giving another glance in his direction, and headed downstairs to Maria.

Chapter Twenty

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