#bison as jealous but in the sense of 'protective'...

[deliriousblue]

there's so much in bison's reaction to kant in the caddie scene. we don't see kant explain his plan in detail before putting it into action — there isn't time — but it becomes clear very quickly, and really how many options were there anyway?

but seeing kant perform a point for point mimicry of the way he hit on bison that first night at the bowling alley — if not quite as overtly sexualized, of course explainable by any number of contextual distinctions — what is even going through bison’s mind there. i think the amount of jealousy probably is not literally zero but i don’t think that’s really the center of it.

especially when the show’s literal opening scene was bison on a honeypot mission, which he later tells fadel explicitly he doesn’t want to repeat. bison watching kant flirt with someone else the exact same way he flirted with bison, bison watching kant do a honeypot (adjacent?) mission same as bison has been ordered to, bison watching kant do all of this for bison…..so much wrapped up in there all at once.

and then the scene in the pool. bison opening with a comment on kant always being charming and kant teasingly asking if he’s jealous (always going for deflection!). again i do think there’s any jealousy involved there but it isn't about just that. it's about bison knowing exactly what these kinds of missions are like, knowing exactly what lilly is asking, realizing that this cannot be the first time kant has done this. and kant saying ‘our next job will be easy’ in light of all that….

thinking too about how this time it isn't just kant pushing his own desires and preferences to the side but explicitly lilly as well. (i am once again asking. does bison even know that that night in the bowling alley happened before kant had his marching orders? does it matter?)

and so bison gives kant an out; says he and fadel can manage from there. and i think kant's answer is in some sense just as predetermined as anything else he's done (he's already told bison that as far as he's concerned whatever happens to them they'll do together) but it matters that this time it's his choice and it matters that bison cares about giving it to him.

[ropebunnykant]

Hello hello! ✨

So, I was struck by a bolt of divine inspiration last night (wall with me here lol) 💅

What if, after his initial hook-up with Bison, Kant is still pushed into being an informant for Captain, only…

He’s tasked with seducing/pursuing Fadel 👀

This is another alternate universe rabbit hole that I think is ripe for fascinating interactions and conflicts. Kant, having to push down his burgeoning feelings for Bison, managing that attraction with having to fake (how fake though 🦅) interest in Fadel. Feeling like is stuck between impossible options, especially with a harsh, scrutinizing older brother hitman as his target. (In my even more wild tangents, perhaps he develops attractions to the both of them, albeit in different ways). How would he balance it all?

Of course, the ensuing breakdown would be wonderful, let alone the compounded impact of the betrayal reveal 🎉🎉

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this plot bunny 🫡

Best! 💜

i am a "kant would have fucked both brothers if he thought it would have worked" truther so i am AAAABSOLUTELY here for this.

though, i will say, the only way i can picture this making sense if this is in a world where fadel is a hitman but bison isn't. or if fadel is way more involved in the actual operations. cause like the captain assigned him to get close to them in general and kant purposefully chose the seduction root with bison because they'd slept together. so if they had already slept together and the captain WAS specifically asking him to seduce one of them, but it couldn't be the one he'd slept with? i have to imagine that fadel would have to more suspicious than bison for some reason for the captain to think kant would be able to get more info out of him, yknow?

but now that i've figured out a logical way for this completely hypothetical scenario to make sense, that would be sooooo juicy in terms of how that would even go. as i picture that kant would have to take more of a style approach to flirting with fadel - at least after he realizes that fadel is NOT gonna budge in the slightest. could even see them using another romcom trope of style teaching kant how to get a guy like fadel/style basically flirting with fadel himself through kant and style ends up falling for fadel that way and fadel is inherently falling for style and not kant skjdfsf.

and then there's the kant and bison of it all and oo. like i feel like in that situation, everything between them would develop far more naturally, yet all of the guilt would still be felt. like, i'm sure bison would likely be the suspicious one, questioning why the hell kant was suddenly pursuing his brother of all people after they had slept together. not to mention again, in this scenario i imagine kant would be faking who he is a LOT more than he did with bison, so bison, who has seen a different version of kant (and likely still does when they're alone) would absolutely find that off. and yet, he'd still find himself falling for kant and feeling veeeeery jealous about fadel getting his attention sjdkfsh

and while i think kant would definitely find fadel hot and be attracted to him, i can't really imagine him actually developing feelings for fadel? at least not serious ones. i feel like they're far too similar for kant to fall for him in that way. he would definitely feel bad, though, and it would add a whole other layer of guilt (though i do argue that kant already feels that guilt in canon for fucking with fadel, too, albeit not as strongly - like in the scene at the bowling alley where bison mentions how happy fadel looks, kant for a moment looks so sad. and it makes sense! fadel is his boyfriend's brother and his best friend's boyfriend and while the guy has given him a hard time it's not like he's wrong to - and above all else, kant sees himself in fadel. just a guy trying to protect his little brother. so of course he feels bad for fucking with him too!)

the betrayal reveal would be far more multilayered in this instance - cause you'd have fadel, who thinks he's in love with kant only to discover kant was actually putting on the role of style (who fadel has presumably met and also fallen for to a certain extent but he felt way more guilty and bad about it because he and kant had their thing), and then you'd have kant who actually loves bison and bison who loves kant but thinks that kant not only never felt anything for him, but now never felt anything for fadel, either?? it'd be a messss!!

tbh i feel like that kind of plot would have worked for an adaptation of a midsummer night's dream rather than taming, which is funny cause that's the play i initially wanted jojo to be adapting, and the one i thought would have been incredible for this cast as well!

[elliebirdwrites]

Hey I loved your writing in the fadel and style fic I read. I also read in the notes you are currently open to prompts - so here I am. how many prompts will be too many prompts let's find out

Fadel's inner monologue seeing style in crop tops and his observation over them - like change in the style and stuff - if that makes sense

Possessive style please and they fuck about it with style bottoming from top whilst he rides him but doesn't allow to touch him or come.

Fadel being jealous and sulky when he learned style and Kant have had a friends with benefits thing in past - while bison and style just laugh, kant is embarrassed at style revealing the explicit details. Style consoles him - blow job and sex - ofc before they talk with words

Protective fadel - he fights someone who makes rude comments over style. Similarly, protective style against bison and fadel's mom.

Have fun and thanks for sharing your amazing writing <3

Thank you so much for the kind words and amazing prompts. I'm still working my way through them but I did write protective Fadel.

See you in the dark.

[pascalssbabyy]

Something New 🤍

Pairing: Joel Miller x Innocent!F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 14.6k (oops?)

Summary: Getting bored of the bare minimum in Jackson was getting to you. Until you mention to Tommy that you want to start helping with patrol duty. Successfully persuading him to go with the idea, Tommy knows just the man to pair you up with.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, no use of Y/N, age gap (not actually specified), insecure!reader, slight insecure!Joel, soft!Joel but also mean!Joel, slight inexperienced!reader, P in V, unprotected sex (don’t actually do this, please be safe!) m!masturbation, f!oral receiving, drunk sexual harassment (not from Joel), Tommy and reader know each other well. Cute ending 🤍

🤍 Hi everyone! This is my first ever story on here! I am so so anxious posting it as I’ve never wrote anything like this in my life so please be easy on me! I know it’s probably not the best but I’m learning! I’ve re-read it loads so forgive me if there’s any mistakes. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Life in Jackson was definitely something you’d never thought you’d have. A roof under your head, security, food and an actual community where everyone was there for one another. It was such a huge change for everyone and it was definitely difficult to get used to at the start. No more sleepless nights, no more fighting for survival, it was a life you’d never thought would be possible.

You’ve now been in Jackson for over a year. About a month in, Tommy gave you a list of jobs you could pick from to help the people and the community. He wasn’t pushy with it, but you were eager to help out as much as possible. It was a rocky start for you to try to fit in as you were new and still not used to other people around you; the constant feeling of needing to protect yourself and keep others out, you kept yourself to yourself as life had always been. You wanted a job to help get you out there, to get you socialising with everyone and hopefully make a few friends along the way, and you thought the perfect way to do that was to get a job at The Tipsy Bison.

Work was fine in the beginning; it actually made life feel normal again, like no apocalypse had completely wiped out the world and killed almost everyone. Your job at the pub is where you met your new best friend, Rebecca. She was only a couple of years older than you, and you both got on pretty much instantly; she’s got to know everything about you, what life was like before Jackson and how you got here in the first place, it was nice to finally have someone to talk to and to feel yourself around, you could trust her with anything and everything.

It’s a Friday night, and you’re currently working the late shift. Rebecca is sitting in front of you, clutching onto her icy glass of spirits while you dry the clean glasses and put them away in their designated spot.

“Josh asked me out today. Can you believe it?” Her voice cuts you out of your trance as you turn to face her, rolling your eyes before she can see. “Ooh, did he now?” You reply, raising your eyebrows at her, which makes her scoff. “Yeah, I know what you're thinking; he’s a nice guy, I promise you.” She sips on the last bit of her drink, pulling her face in at the taste of it, burning as it goes down her throat; the bottom of the drink is always the strongest. Rebecca didn’t even know why she brought it up in the first place, she knows you inside out and how you’d react.

The truth was you were a little jealous of Rebecca in that sense. She was beautiful, so she was bound to get guys approaching her, offering her a drink here and there, and asking to walk her home when it got too dark outside. She bloomed with confidence and was never the one to turn any guy down.

You’d get that too, men asking you out, that was a negative of working at the Tipsy Bison. Drunk men waltz up to the bar in an attempt to impress you, asking if they could wait for you to finish to walk you home or buy you a drink after your shift; the thought makes you sick. This is a couple of the reasons why you started disliking your job, tired of the harassment from men, the late nights and busy days leaving you too exhausted to do anything after. You wanted a change, something to bring that spark back to you, and that was just about to happen.

“I heard they’re looking for recruitment for the patrol duties” Rebecca mentions, as she slowly swirls the ice in her empty glass, you don’t reply straight away, refilling her drink in hopes she’s carry on with what she’s going on about. “Not enough people to go on route at the moment apparently and the weather is putting people off which is understandable. You wouldn’t see me out there in weather like this.” Rebecca twirls her straw to mix the alcohol with the melting ice in her drink before taking a sip. “Yeh that’s true” you nod clutching the dish towel in both hands.

It’s like a lightbulb went off. Yeah patrols seemed hard but you lasted so long out there on your own why wouldn’t you be able to do it? Just going to certain checkpoints and staying on watch for a few hours or a couple night at tops. How hard could it be? It would at least get you away from all the drunk people you have to serve and deal with. It wouldn’t harm asking Tommy would it? You were young and to you, that was an advantage. You were strong and quick on your feet, sure you weren’t the best with a firearm but a knife you’d had experience in using. You knew a couple other woman that patrolled, so why couldn’t you?

It’s all you could think about walking home. It was late in the morning once you’d finished all your jobs at the pub, exhausted as you dragged your feet along the concrete path but thinking of all the possibilities of becoming a member of the patrol team. The best part, this is a job you’d be proud of, protecting the people of Jackson and looking out for the community. The thought puts a smile on your face. Once you get home you quickly get yourself in the shower to rinse off another long, boring day off your shoulders and slowly make your way into bed. You’ve made your decision, you’ll see Tommy first thing in the morning.

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You’ve got a thick coat wrapped around your body as you make your way to Tommys office. The coat you wore completely swallowed you whole and was definitely too big for you, the hood engulfing your head, your hands shoved into the pockets and a thick scarf wrapped around your neck. The sound of the snow crunching against your thick boots is oddly therapeutic as you make your way to your destination. With each step you take your mind plays out the negatives: Are you starting to have second thoughts? What if he laughs at you? What if he gets offended that you’ve offered? The sweet, quiet girl going on patrols? Don’t be stupid! You’re too weak to be going on patrols. Do you even know how to do anything other than make a decent tasting cocktail? Before you can get yourself out of it and maybe have a little longer to go through the pros and cons of the situation you’re standing in front of Tommys door.

“You can do this,” you mutter to yourself. There’s no harm in asking or inquiring about the job.

You take the leap of faith and push the door open and make your way inside.

You’ve only been in Tommys office a couple of times. The last time being about how your job was going at the Tipsy Bryson and if you were settling in well at home. Of course you lied through your teeth and told him that the job was going well, not wanting to bother him with your thoughts and issues. Tommy liked to hear how you were getting on from time to time and was happy you were settling in well overall. That’s what you liked about Tommy, he was a good leader and would always take his time with everybody to know the ins and outs of their lives. He was so kind and understanding to you when you first arrived in Jackson and he made you feel so welcome, making sure everything was to your liking and if not, to come to him or Maria straight away. He was such an easy person to get on with, no wonder he was the leader of the community.

The bell above the doors goes off which grabs Tommy’s attention straight away, you gently close the door behind you and pull your oversized hoodie off your head as it rests above your shoulders.

“Hey!” Tommy smiles at you and then slightly furrows his brows as he puts his pen down and stops whatever he was writing, he definitely didn’t expect to see you here especially at this time in the morning, you’re still stood awkwardly in the doorway, noticing the slight confused look plastered on his face.

“Mornin’ love, what you doing here? How’s everything going, you alright?” He straightens up in this seat giving you his full attention with whatever reasons got you standing in his office, clearly noticing the nerves you’re suddenly feeling.

“Morning Tommy, I was uh just wondering if I could talk to you about something. It’s something I heard mentioned at work yesterday, something that I could maybe help with.”

Were you always this awkward? You slowly make your way into his office, taking you hands out of your pockets and start fiddling with your fingers, something you always do when you’re nervous, force of habit. You take a deep breath through your nose, hoping to ease the tension you were feeling in your lower stomach. Your face starts to heat up from the nerves considering the freezing cold walk over to Tommys office.

“Yea of course you can, take a seat I’ll make you a coffee, let’s get you warmed up!” Tommy leaves the room and you’re left on your own as he walks in the back to make your drink. Taking your time, you’re eyes wonder round his office, it was nice and neat with a few photo frames scattered around of Tommy and Maria and some of this life before, papers scattered round his desk and an empty cup of coffee on the corner, hearing the back door open, you see Tommy walking back to his desk and pop your hot cup of coffee in front of you, he sits himself back down so he’s facing you ready to hear what you are about to say.

“So what’s up love?” He leans back on his chair, intertwining his hands together as he looks back at you with a small, reassuring smile. Tommy always called you the sweetest of words: love, sweetheart, darling. He knew the nicknames never made you feel awkward or uncomfortable and even if they did he would stop straight away. In fact you secretly loved them and they made you feel close to him. Tommy was always someone you could count on and trust.

“Well…” you say, looking everywhere but not him. “As I said before Rebecca had mentioned to me that you needed a few extra hands for patrols and it got me thinking…I would really like to give it a go. You know, helpin’ out.” You let out the air you were holding and finally look at Tommy’s expression, his eyebrows are raised and his face has a blank stare. He definitely didn’t expect you to say that.

“Sweetheart… I don’t know if that’ll be a good idea, it’s a lot out there,” he mutters. “Why do you want to anyway? Are you not enjoying the pub?” You know you don’t have to be scared when talking to Tommy. He’s known you a while now to know that you shouldn’t be holding back anything you want to say.

“It’s just…it’s getting to me a little.” You’re now looking down at the floor. Have you disappointed him with mentioning that your job at the pub is not what you want anymore? “I just want to try something new and help out a lot more. She mentioned you’re struggling with staff at the minute n’ I’m more than up for helping out. I know I don’t really look the part but I know I can do it once I get the hang of it.” Tommy is still looking at you with his raised eyebrows and lips parted slightly.

“I mean…it’s a big job sweetheart and I just don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into. There will be long days and the weather is making it so much more difficult for us, I don’t want to throw you in the deep end.” Tommys face is full of worry but yet softness as he’s trying to understand why going on patrol seems like something you could start doing. He never wants to put you in an uncomfortable or even a dangerous situation.

“No I know it’s not going to be easy! I lasted a long time on my own out there as you know,” those memories are hard to come back to after being in Jackson for so long and Tommy already knows what you’ve been through before he found you. “I really wanna try it, just give me a chance at it and if it doesn’t go right then we can forget it ever happened and I’ll go back to the pub.” You’re desperate to get out of your current job and Tommy can feel it in your words.

“Well I love the enthusiasm.” He chuckles when he says it and shuffles his chair closer to the desk and straights his back, he has a glimmer in his eye and writes down something on a piece of paper and gives it to you.

After a few seconds of silence Tommy speaks up. “Okay sweetheart we’ll give it a go.” Tommy gets up from his chair and comes round to the front of the desk planting both hands on the sides gently leaning his body back. “Why don’t I give ya your first job this Monday coming? It’ll only be a couple of hours and a really short one for your first time. You won’t be on your own of course and I know the perfect person to pair you up with to ease you into it.” This is perfect, you never thought he’d actually agree to it. Butterflies erupt in your lower stomach from the excitement and also just a slight bit of anxiety. You have no idea what it’ll in-tale but you don’t mind a challenge.

“Thank you Tommy I really appreciate you giving me a chance.” He just smiles at you and gives you a small nod. You had forgotten your coffee on the side and reach for it, slowly bringing it up to your lips, the strong flavour instantly warming your body up. “D’you mind if I ask who I’d be paid up with?” The cup is still touching your lips and the steam warms your red checks and nose.

“Yea of course sweetheart, you’ve heard of my brother Joel haven’t you?”

Of you know of him.

Everyone knows about Joel Miller.

Your face drops at the name. Surely there was someone else he could pair you up with other than his brother Joel. You didn’t really know him, only seeing him when he would pop in the pub for a couple of drinks after his patrol shifts or in the mornings when he would eat his breakfast in the cafeteria. He would mainly be on his own, looking like a man who enjoys his own company than being with others, occasionally Tommy would join him for a few drinks in the pub but mainly the man would make his way to the bar on his lonesome.

Joel Miller had arrived to Jackson with a young girl called Ellie only just a couple of months ago. You didn’t know much about them both other than they weren’t related but there was definitely a father/daughter relationship there. You noticed Ellie had really come out of her shell during the time she had been in Jackson, fully embracing the new and safe life that she knew Jackson would give her, finally growing into her own person and welcoming anyone who came her way. Joel however…it was a different story.

Everyone knew not to mess with Joel, words had gone round about what stuff he got up to before his arrival into Jackson, all the bad things he’d supposedly done. Tommy had warned pretty much everyone that Joel wasn’t like him. Joel was more hidden, quiet and never wanted to indulge in an social activities that happened in Jackson, which happened quiet frequently to keep morale high in the community. But that didn’t stop you from watching the man each time you heard him waltz into the bar when you were on hours.

Joel Miller to put it bluntly was the most attractive man you’d ever laid your eyes on. Tall, broad and a face that looked like it had been carved by the gods, his patchy beard and salt and pepper hair that you so badly wanted to run your hands through, a voice that would make your knees turn weak when all he would say to you is “whiskey, neat and no ice” and all you could do was nod and make what he wanted. You’d do whatever he wanted if he’d let you.

The infatuation would develop the more you saw of him, constantly checking the entrance door, the anticipation of knowing he could walk in any second, some nights left disappointed as he wouldn’t show up at all.

How can you develop a crush on a man who doesn’t even know of your existence and worse, a man who was over twice your age. You’d shove all the thoughts deep down into the pit of your stomach and just keep the attraction hidden. You could do this, a little crush wasn’t going to stop you from showing Tommy that you were capable of patrolling and doing the job successfully. Just try not to get distracted by the man.

Should be easy.

“I don’t know him much but I think we should get on okay.” (Oh you’re so wrong and you don’t even know it yet.) You’ve now finished your coffee and put the empty cup back on the desk. You gently stand up so your now in front of him and give him a wide smile.

“I really appreciate the opportunity Tommy, I won’t let you down I promise.” Tommy chuckles and stands up straight gently putting his hands on the middle of your back and walks you to the entrance door. Always such a gentleman.

“Any nonsense my grumpy older brother gives you please let me know. He’s the best person to pair you with, he’ll keep you safe out there. He’s not the most social guy and he’s a little quiet with everyone so don’t let that get to you that’s normal for Joel. I’ve wrote down the meeting time and location on that piece of paper for you. Myself n’ Joel will be there in the mornin’ just to go through some of the basics and I’ll be there the second you get back and we’ll talk about how you found it n’ possible future patrol routes for yourself and Joel. Are you 100% sure you’re up for it? You can say now if y’still unsure?”

“No no Tommy I’m sure. I’ll see you Monday.” He nods at you, says his goodbyes and give you a wave as you walk back home. Well that was successful. Monday can’t come quick enough.

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The weather to your advantage wasn’t as cold this morning as you thought it was going to be. In your right hand you had the piece of paper Tommy had given you so you definitely made sure you knew where you were going and the time you had to meet him. Checking the note every couple of minutes forever doubting yourself that you’d go to the wrong place and also get there at the wrong time. Making your way to the front of the gates you can see two silhouettes chatting to one another, your throat starts getting tighter when you see Joel move his attention straight to you walking over to him and Tommy.

“Good morning sweetheart y’here just on time!” Tommy gives you a gentle hug and rubs his hands on each side of your arms to warm you up. The action makes you chuckle, quickly easing you up to whatever him and Joel have got planned for you.

You introduce yourself to Joel and give your hand out to him to shake which he accepts. His grip is strong, making your face twitch in a slight discomfort from the surprised pressure of his calloused hands, it makes your stomach flip. His face is showing many emotions: Confusion is definitely one, maybe a hint of frustration? You know he’s questioning why the hell Tommy agreed to get you working on patrols and to even pair you up with him. What is it you thought he saw? Maybe he thinks you’re just a weak, innocent young girl who was completely out of her comfort zone. You wanted to prove him wrong, you wanted to show Joel Miller what you could do.

Tommy breaks you out of your trance and back into the conversation. “As I mentioned it’s only a short one today, me and Joel have talked about it over the weekend and he knows where he’s gonna to take you. All it’ll involve is getting used to the certain locations you’ll go to and mainly talking to you about the ins and outs of the job. It’s not gonna to be easy sweetheart so if you’re really up for it we need to get you prepared and ready for it quickly, just like an induction to the job today, that sound good?”

Each word he says has you nodding and humming in complete understanding. Your hands were shoved down in your coat pocket to keep them nice and warm, occasionally looking at Joel who was looking anywhere but you.

“Yes Tommy and once again thank you for this. And thank you Joel I do appreciate you taking the time to teach me as this is definitely new to me, I won’t let you both down.” Joel scoffs at your comment which results in a quick punch to the top of his arm by Tommy.

“Well then…” Tommy claps both hands together, ready to say his farewell to the both of you. “I’ll be right here when you get back. Joel please keep her safe and be easy on her, good luck sweetheart.” Tommy rubs his fingers over your shoulder in reassurance as he walks away from the entrance and out of sight. This now leaves you and Joel together…alone.

You’re both stood there awkwardly. Oh god will it always be like this? You’re about to say something when Joel suddenly beats you to it.

“Right listen here little one.” Okay, that took you off guard. “I want no talking from you while we’re on route. I don’t want to know anything about you, absolutely nothin’ and I want nothin’ coming out of your mouth that isn’t work related. When we’re at our first location I’ll have some ground rules that are non-negotiable and must be followed at all times, d’you understand me?”

His huge frame is towering over you, it’s making your breath hitch in your throat and your stomach turn, but maybe in a good way? His voice is low and has a slight roughness to it, you can almost feel it vibrating on your body and it’s making your mind go dizzy. He’s that close to you you can smell him, he even smells nice, a-bit like wood and the body wash he must of used this morning. Did the man have any visual flaw? That would at least make it easier for you to work with him.

“Yea’ Joel I understand.” You’re looking directly at him, finding it hard to look away from the deep brown in his eyes. All he does is nod at your words and straighten back up. He roughly picks up his backpack putting it across his shoulders and picks up his rifle. You weren’t sure what to pack for the day as Tommy didn’t mention anything to you so all you packed were some extra clothes, some food and water for you and Joel, if he would accept it that is and your knife too. Just in case.

A hour into the walk Joel still hadn’t said a word. You knew he would be closed off but this bad? Isn’t he supposed to be teaching you something already? Each step you took you were slowly losing yourself to boredom. The treck though wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Before Jackson you were used to walking for long periods of time so your body was used to the long walks, it was strange to see the new surroundings around you, it was peaceful, no sounds to be heard other than the trees, some birds and the sounds of yours and Joel’s bodies moving along.

You let out a huff louder than you anticipated causing Joel to slow down in his tracks and turn his body towards you. “What are you huffing and puffing about back there?” Joel groans as he turns his attention back to the trees in front of him, you role your eyes at his question. Is he being serious? Your frustration completely taking over. “Well we’ve been walking for a little while now and you haven’t spoke to me once. I know you said you didn’t want to know anything about me Joel but this is awful.” Your words have now stopped him in his tracks, you almost collide into he back with how abruptly he stopped.

“If we’re going to be working together we need to get on a little at least. I know you’re not happy with patrolling with me I could see it clear as day on your face when you first saw me, but I really want to do good here and I need you to be on the same page. So just stop being grumpy about the situation and suck it up!” Joel’s face is raised and lips are slightly parted, you cross your arms over your chest, trying to gain dominance considering that Joel was twice the size of you and his body is constantly towering over you.

“You need to understand who your talkin’ to here sunshine. We’re not going to get friendly with one another, I don’t give a shit about anything that you do and I don’t wanna hear about any of it. You think you can do this job? You think it’s easy? You have no idea what happens out here and I know the second somethin’ happens you’ll be scurrying back home like the little girl you are. I will teach you everything you need to learn n’ I need your full attention, no it’s and no buts. I haven’t spoke to you yet because we haven’t reached the destination yet, then I’ll talk to you more about the job. Now we’re wasting time here so move your ass.” Joel looks away again and continues walking with you trailing behind him. There’s no point in arguing, you know it’ll get you no where, so you shut your mouth and move along.

Joel Miller is going to be a handful.

Once you reach your mark, you and Joel sit down as he goes through the ins and outs of the job, the overnight stays you’ll have to do sometimes, the different locations you’ll be going, what you need to pack and the learning schedules he’s got planned for you, and the more he speaks about it the more excited you get. You start to feel hopeful that you’ll finally be doing something that has purpose, plus the fact that it’s Joel who will be teaching you everything is even better, one of the most experienced and skilled men in Jackson. Yeah he’s an ass but deep down you know he cares about your safety, that’s why he’s being so tough on you (that’s what you think the reason is anyway). Hopefully he can open up to you a little more once you both get used to being in each others company.

After a couple hours you both make your way down and back to Jackson. Joel only talks a little on the way back and it’s just about the job which you’re okay with, you’re just happy he’s talking to you on the walk back compared to the awkward walk up. Half way down you take a pit stop to eat and drink some of the stuff you packed, you offer Joel something which he surprisingly accepts. You both eat in silence until it’s time to walk the rest of the way back. As he promised, Tommy was waiting for you both at the entrance gate, checking his watch every now and then, waving at the both of you once you both come into view.

“Glad to see you’ve both come back in once piece.” Tommy’s attempt at a joke makes you smile and Joel to role his eyes and let out a huff. Tommy pats his brother on the back and thanks him for taking you out, you say your farewell to Joel and also thank him, he nods at both of you and walks away mentioning that he’s going to check and see how Ellie is getting on at home. What Joel says makes you smile, he may have a hard outer shell but deep down you know he’s somewhat soft to the people he cares about the most. Once Joel is out of sight Tommy takes your backpack off you and walks you back to his office to talk about how you got on. You wouldn’t mention the rocky start to the day you and Joel had, but express how eager you are and how you’re looking forward to what Joel will teach you out there.

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It’s been a couple of months since your first ever shift on parol with Joel and you couldn’t be more happier with how things were going. You were a quick learner and it hadn’t taken you long for Joel to teach you everything. The first lesson being the basic safety of the job, where to go if things got out of hand and how to contact Jackson if needed be, the weather precautions and how to deal with the cold when it got too much and just the overall basics of the job. Then the lessons got more interesting with Joel teaching you how to start a fire, how to catch prey, how to use your knife the correct way and even getting you to try and use his rifle. It didn’t surprise you that you were awful at firearms but Joel never made you feel bad about it as he knew you had to start somewhere.

As each shift went on you got the impression that Joel actually didn’t mind your company, that’s what you told yourself anyway. The grumpy, annoyed stares he would give you lessened and you would rarely see those looks appear on his face. He would sometimes actually talk about things that didn’t involve work when the job would leave you both having to take longer day shifts or sometimes staying a couple nights out, asking questions like what your life was life before Jackson, how you got here and why you didn’t enjoy your job at the pub. He never spoke about himself of course and you knew not to pry, but you’re definitely seeing his hard exterior opening up to you slightly.

This made it harder for you to control your feelings towards him as the small crush you had on him had developed into something much bigger, which you knew was going to happen with how much time you’ve been spending with him. Sometimes he’d catch you staring a little longer than you should be, or getting distracted by him when he would carry huge chunks of wood for the fire to keep you both warm or how he’d help carry your backpack if it got too heavy for you after your long walks. Joel was really looking after you and the longer you spent with him the harder it was to ignore the feelings digging there way inside of you. The thoughts hurt as you knew he’d never feel the same way about you.

It wasn’t like you weren’t experienced in the opposite sex, you’d had something with one guy but that was a long time ago and was definitely not the best experience you’d ever had. To put it simply, he was terrible in bed, more like a man’s pleasure before women’s kind of guy, so you’ve actually never known what receiving pleasure from someone would be like. Yeah you masturbate sometimes but who doesn’t? Even with being a rubbish shag, of course he ended up breaking your heart and left you questioning what you did wrong.

You often thought about what Joel would be like in bed, he was definitely someone who he knew what he was doing. You’d imagine what he’d be like with you. Would he be gentle or slightly rough? Would he talk you through it? He seems like someone who’d talk a lot during sex, someone who’d constantly remind you who you belonged to, the sinful words gliding off his tongue as he holds you close. You’d imagine what he’d look like under his clothes, his tanned, rough skin covered in scars from the different journeys he’s been though during the years, you’d imagine his body on top of you completely caging you under him while he fucks you, his arms around you telling you how good you feel wrapped around his cock, the constant praise he’d give you. The thoughts make your breath hitch and your skin hot to the touch, having to touch yourself each time you got home from patrol, knowing your pants were drenched with how turned on he’d make you feel, then falling asleep with an empty feeling in your gut that you’ll never get what you truly want from him.

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Joel wasn’t the most excited person to find out that Tommy had teamed you up with him on his new patrol schedule. Why the fuck did Tommy think it was a good idea for you to start patrolling? You had no idea how hard the job was going to be and were in well over your head. You wouldn’t last a week.

Joel knew he wasn’t the most liked person in Jackson and knew he didn’t help himself with the situation. Joel loved his alone time and didn’t like anyone invading his personal space. He loved how Ellie had settled into her new life and wish he could just do the same. However, Joel couldn’t get out of the past and found it hard even now to trust people, with Tess being gone he knew Ellie was enough for him. That’s until he got to know you.

Joel had told himself that his relationship with you would be strictly professional, he didn’t want to know anything about you other than what he needed to teach you while you both were on patrol together. He knew it was harsh to be like that with you but he wanted to show you how hard the job was going to be and prepare you for the world outside of Jackson. However the more he got to know you and what you were like, the more you got under his skin.

He started to enjoy your company. From the very start you showed him how determined, skilled, strong minded and witty you are, just like how Ellie was like with him when they got paired together. He knew how much you wanted to prove to him that you could do anything he threw at you, he liked how you listened to everything he had to say with the upmost admiration. He cringes at himself with how much he’s started to think about you outside of work.

Because you’re so young, fuck so young and so beautiful that he shouldn’t even be thinking about you in the way he does. When he sees you outside work you come across as being so innocent like, always so quiet and embarrassed when any guy comes up to you. What would your reaction be if he was one of those guys who asked you if he could buy you a drink? Would you be grossed out? Would you like it? He thinks about how you’d react if he slowly touch each and every part of you. He wanted to know how you sounded if he touched and kissed your neck and slowly down to your breast, his lips trailing down your stomach to your aching core. God he wanted to know what you tasted like, he knows it’ll be the sweetest taste known to man. The feeling of your tight walls around him as he thrust his cock inside of you, he’d know the second he feels it he’ll want to live in there for the rest of his life. The thoughts make his cock hard and push against his jeans, tightly closing his eyes and breathing heavily through his nose to stop the blood rushing down to his shaft.

He knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way towards you but fuck he hasn’t felt this way towards anyone in a long time. Yeah him and Tess had fucked a few times but that was just to ease the stress, to simply get his dick wet and to satisfy his needs, it was never anything romantic, from both ends. He wasn’t too sure on how to deal with these new feelings other than to push them down into his stomach and get on with it, knowing you’d never be interested in an older man like him.

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It’s a Wednesday night and you’ve got patrol with Joel early in the morning but here you are at the Tipsy Bison, sitting at the front of the bar slowly sipping on your drink in front of you, it’s nice to walk into the place without feeling anxious and negative about what the night would bring. The pub is pretty busy, full of people having a good time, the faint sound of the juke box playing in the corner. The sound of music is relaxing as you sway from side to side on your high chair enjoying whatever song is on. You take your time looking round at everyone in the pub, groups of people enjoying each others company, some people on the dance floor, swaying to the music as the song changes. Looking in the corner of the room you catch eyes with Joel, he’s looking straight at you.

You hold your stare on him. He’s sat clutching a whiskey in his right hand and his legs spread open wide as Tommy talks to him. The way he’s staring at you looks like he’s not paying any attention to anything that comes out of Tommys mouth. It’s intimidating but also it’s making your heart race and thighs clench tightly together, you can feel your wetness leaking out of you just from his stare. Surely he must know what he does to you? The look he’s giving you starts to get to you so you abruptly turn your head back to the front of the bar, closing your eyes tightly and chugging the rest of your drink down.

Just as your thoughts of Joel start to surround your brain, a man who you’ve never met before shuffles his chair so he’s sitting right next to you.

“Well good evenin’ gorgeous.” Slurring his words as he speaks. You know where this is going already and you’re definitely not in the mood, you just try and ignore him hoping that he’ll get the impression that you’re definitely not interested.

“Oh you’re breaking my heart gorgeous sat up ‘ere all alone. Lemme buy you a drink, wanna get to know you.” Is he being serious? You turn your head towards him.

“No thank you I’m happy up here on my own. I just want to enjoy my own company if y’don’t mind.” You turn your stare back to the the piles of different sorts of alcohol that are stacked behind the bar, reading the names of each individual bottle to calm the uneasiness you’re feeling from the man beside you.

“Oh come on! A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be sat up ‘ere on her own. Let me get you a drink n’ if it’s goes well then I’ll walk you home and you can invite me in your home and I’ll show you a real good time.” He’s now slowly made his way behind you, towering his body over you, you can feel his breath on the side of your face as he moves his hands to the side of your thighs, the smell of stale liquor on his lips as he pinches you, making your body jump from the inappropriate act.

“I’ll make you feel really good beautiful.” He’s somehow even closer to you now, leaning down so his face is in your hair, he breaths through his nose inhaling your sent and you can feel his bulge on your lower back. Tears are starting to well in your eyes but yet you can’t seem to move away, completely frozen to the spot.

“Please leave me alone.” You voice is above a whisper, praying that the man has had enough of your constant rejection. However it seems to spur him on.

“And what are y’gonna to do about it? Now let’s get out of here.” His touch on your wrist is hard, making you wince at the contact, you pull his hands away from your body but his hold only gets stronger.

“GET OFF OF ME!” You’re shouting now and all he does is let out a dark chuckle, trying to close the gap between you. The next moment the man is thrown off of you with someone’s hand held tightly around his neck pressing his body up against the front of the bar.

It’s Joel.

“Now who the fuck do you think you are talking n touchin’ a girl like that?!”

Joel looks furious, you’ve never seen him this angry before, his hand tightens even more round the man’s neck as he inches closer towards him, the man’s face has gone a pale white and is desperately trying to pry Joel’s hand off with his own.

“Now get ya dirty, disgusting ass out of this pub now or I’ll fucking kill you right here, do you understand? If I ever see you looking at her again I’ll know exactly where to find you and it won’t be good f’you.”

Joel shoves the man to the floor before he can even say anything. The man quickly gets up and stumbles to the front door of the pub, not looking back at the scene that has just occurred just that very moment.

Tommys the first to approach you, enveloping you into a hug as your eyes become blurred from the tears that start running down your face.

“I’m so sorry that happened sweetheart, you alright? Elaine! Get her some water please!”

Tommy sits you back down while Elaine (the new bartender) grabs you some water, you slowly take a sip trying to calm your heartbeat down. The pub has now gone silent, everyone staring at the scene that has just unraveled in front of them. Did that really just happen?

“I’m fine Tommy I’ll be okay, he was just drunk.” Your shaky voice makes Tommy frown.

He lets out a huff, “still sweetheart that doesn’t give em’ the right to do that to you, drunk or not. Joel could ya’ take her home for me? I don’t want her walkin’ down the street on her own at this hour.”

Your teary eyes look up towards Joel and he’s looking straight at you just like he was before, only his expression is much softer. Everything in his willpower stopped him from punching that man full force, not wanting to make you feel worse than you already do. His one arm is down by his side and the other is reaching out for you, putting a gentle touch to your lower back, ushering you to move towards the front door and away from everyone else.

“Come on sweet, let’s get you home.” Joel’s voice instantly calming your racing heart. Once you start walking you push yourself up to Joel needing the comfort of his touch, noticing he slightly winces from your action but slowly softens back up as you walk side by side.

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Your house isn’t that far away from the pub which your thankful for. When you worked the weekends you’d usually walk home on your own in the early hours of the morning, always feeling on edge, anxiety filling your veins with the thought of someone following you home, you’re thankful Joel is walking you home this time. You and Joel are yet to say anything to each other however it’s not awkward, it’s nice being next to him. He’s always there for you if you need anything, he’s always there to make you feel safe, you desperately want to tell him everything you feel for him but with each step you take the closer and closer you get to your house.

Joel walks you up the steps until he’s stood at the top of your porch. He’s never been this close to your house, occasionally walking you home from time to time until he got to the end your street and then would walk the other direction. This was new to the both of you and the anticipation could be cut with a knife. You slowly turn yourself to him.

“Thanks for what you did back there, I should of said it before but I’m really appreciative of what you did f’me in there.” You look up towards Joel, he’s now shoved both hands into his jean pockets but his eyes are glued to your face. You can tell he feels slightly out of place, this was a situation he never thought he’d be in and now he’s here, not knowing what to do with himself.

“Y’don’t need to apologise to me sweetheart. That man’s behaviour back there was unacceptable, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

The way he says sweetheart.

Each time they’d spill off his tongue your mind would go fuzzy. The first time, one accidentally slipped out his mouth on patrol one day and the next moment he’s constantly calling you them: Sweetheart, darling or love, you adored the way he made the words sound, filling your stomach with butterflies and your heart thumping in your throat.

“I just appreciate it so much, and not just tonight but how you’ve been helping me these past couple of months, I just want you to know that you’ve really helped me and I’m really thankful.”

Christ you make it so hard for Joel and you’re so oblivious to how you get to him. All he wants to do right now is kiss you and tell you how he’ll never let anyone lay a hand on you. Ever. He wants to protect you for the rest of his life, be there for you throughout everything you do. He just can’t get the demons out of his head that tell him he’d never deserve someone and loving as you.

He’s done so much bad shit in his life, things he regrets more than anything, how could you like someone like him?

“Well goodnight Joel, I’ll see you in the morning.” Your soft voice pulling him out of his thoughts, he’s somewhat disappointed with your words.

“Yeah, g’night sweetheart.” Joel waits for you to open the door and walk into the house. Nodding at him, you slowly turn your body away hiding the slight bit of sadness you’re feeling from the quick interaction and put your keys into the lock, this is when you remember…

Your locks jammed.

You’ve been meaning to mention it to Tommy, you hadn’t mastered the dodgy lock just yet and didn’t know the exact method of getting your keys in the right position to ease your door open and now you’re here, continuously trying to open the door with zero luck and the worst part is that Joel is watching the mess unravel.

You look back at him quickly, he’s holding the smallest smirk on his face as he just watches you struggle. “I’ve been meaning to get it fixed, it’s a little temperamental.”

Joel can’t watch you any longer, he walks right behind you, gently touching your back with the front of his body and replaces your hand with his so he can give it a go. It only takes him a couple of seconds to successfully open your door, smirking at his success.

“There you go darlin’.” He says to you. Hearing the southern drawl in his voice makes your legs feel weak. Joel hasn’t moved from his spot behind you just yet and you can feel the warmth his body gives out all over you. He towers over you and you admire his strong build. He’s looking directly down at you, your feet suddenly glued to floor stopping you from entering your doorway.

“Thank you Joel.” You whisper, looking up towards his face that has inched its way closer to yours somehow. Overcome with a burst of confidence you quickly grab the sides of his face and bring his lips down to yours.

You’ve dreamt of this moment for months, however it’s not how you imagine as the second you mould his lips into yours, Joel is giving nothing back.

Quickly pulling away you bring your face into your hands hiding you disappointment at his rejection. Joel is stood still, wide eyes as he looks at your frantic form.

“Fuck Joel, I’m so sorry why the fuck did I jus’ do that? I’m so embarrassed I shouldn’t have—“

Before you can finish your sentence Joel has grabbed you by the back of your neck and connected your lips once again. You’re now shocked at his reaction this time, but it only takes you a few seconds to process what happening until you’re completely melting into him once again.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you both delve into the desires you’ve both been holding back for one another.

The hand that’s holding your head, travels down until he’s wrapping both arms tightly round your lower back and lifting you off the floor. The action makes you gasp as Joel takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and explore the insides of your mouth with his tongue, he can taste the sweetness from the alcohol you drank and it’s making his mind fuzzy, he knew you’d taste so good. The whimper that come out of the back of your throat makes him growl into your mouth, the bulge now evident in his jeans as the feeling of you so close to his body is lighting him on fire, he knows he’ll never get enough.

You knew Joel would be the dominant type, taking over the kiss as you both give into each other. His mouth fits into yours so perfectly as you completely give yourself to him, wanting him to touch you in between you legs where you ache the most.

You can feel his bulge under his jeans, desperately needing attention. He breaks this kiss quickly to move his head down towards your neck, given you his well needed attention there. He gently drops your feet back onto the ground as he leans his body over you completely enveloping you as he attacks your neck.

Your can’t control the pleading whimpers coming out of your mouth from the pleasure Joel is giving you just from his lips. You’re slightly bent backwards with how much Joel is caging you in as his moves one of his hands to your hips and then inching its way up to your chest, squeezing your breast and meeting your mouth again as you both moan in sync into each others mouths.

“Fuck Joel…“ you’re a complete mess underneath him and he can’t get enough, you need to feel him against you like it’s the last thing you’ll do. You lightly trail your hand down the front of his body and firmly press your palm into his erection, which is now fully hard underneath your palm. When Joel feels your hand against him he forces his body off of yours, leaving you panting and the need to have him inside of you right there.

“Joel wha—“ you’re about to ask him why he stopped but he cuts you off.

“I-I can’t. I fuck— I can’t I’m sorry I have to go.” Joel face is flushed, lips red from the assault of your lips on his. He’s quickly walking away from you desperately needing to get out of the situation he’s just put you both in.

You’re stood there completely embarrassed. He definitely regretted what just happened between you. Were you bad? Did he not like it? Tears fill your eyes as you slowly see him fade into the darkness. Once you come back to reality and realise what had just happened (or what didn’t happen) you make your way into your house and slowly close the door.

Once Joel gets back home he quickly makes himself a cold shower, hoping the water can rinse off the feeling of you that’s coursing through his veins and straight to his cock. He’s never been this hard in his life and the temptation to touch it is too much.

The shower does nothing to help with the way his body is feeling, only increasing the need of wanting to shove his entire length into your tight cunt until he can feel you cum around him, he’s desperate to feel how warm you are and how you’d moan his name over and over until you can’t take anymore. He’s in the shower for just a couple of minutes until he can no longer fight the urge and the second he turns the shower off and gets out his hand is enveloping his cock and he starts fucking himself with the thought of you in his head, the way you sounded, your taste, your small hand touching him over his jeans.

He’s forcefully gripping the end of this sink as his other hand works up and down his cock to reach his peak, precum leaking down his shaft and onto his hands as he groans your name over and over until his cumming, spurts of his release covering his hand, his head is thrown back as he continues to fuck his fist until the pleasure subsides and he’s slowly coming down from his high.

He quickly dries his body and changes into a fresh pair of boxers and gets into bed. Once his quilt is pulled up to his chest all he feels is shame and embarrassment. How is he going to get through patrol tomorrow when you we’re both wrapped round one another not even half an hour ago and that’s he’s masturbated to the thought of you? It keeps Joel up all night thinking about it.

How the hell is Joel going to get though tomorrow?

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You’re walking up to the front gates and you can slowly see Joel’s figure come into view. The lump in your throat is getting tighter with each step you take, not even thinking about looking up from the floor because you know the second you see his face you’ll burst into tears. How can you face him with what went on between the two of you? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t touch yourself between your aching legs right after, wishing it was Joel’s tongue licking up your throbbing heat, catching your arousal as he made you cum. How will you get through the day?

Once you’ve caught up to him you sense his discomfort in his stance. You both stand their awkwardly waiting for the other to talk and hopefully cut the uncomfortable feeling hovering in the air around you. Joel’s the first to break the mood.

“Todays gonna be a bit of a long one, we’re gonna start by walking up to the cabin and staying there for a few hours, there were signs of other people lurking round so we gotta make sure the place is safe.”

Of course he’d just pretend like nothing ever happened, it actually doesn’t surprise you. You’re still looking down at your feet, making imprints into the mud as Joel describes what you’re both going to be doing for the day. Your cheeks hold a slight pinkish hue still not gaining confidence to look up at this face just yet. You just nod at him, letting him know that even though you’re not giving eye contact you completely understand everything he said.

You both don’t wait for each other to say anything else as you start the long walk to the cabin. He wants to say something about what happened between the both of you last night, he’d do it all over again if he could but with him being the one to break it off he knows he’s ruined the relationship between the both of you, he knows he took himself too far last night and took advantage of you with the emotions you were feeling from what had happened at the bar. Jesus how could he be so stupid?

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Finally you both make it up to the cabin, desperately needing to take your boots off and rest your legs from the long trek that you’ve just walked. You’ve only visited the cabin a couple times and those times had been pleasant. It was surprisingly tidy: a couch in the centre of the room, a small coffee table in front of it, a fireplace, a small kitchen in the corner and a bathroom in the back, it was abandoned but was tidy for the most part. Your mind drifts off to those times when you and Joel would sit by the fire while eating the lunch you’d pack for the both of you and talk about anything and everything, the memories make you ache as you know things won’t be like they were before.

Joel drops his backpack by the door and slowly stretches his arms out beside him, he wasn’t the young man he was before the world went to shit anymore, achy bones and in desperate need to relax and put his feet up.

“M’gonna grab some wood and I’ll set the fire up, y’just relax I’ll be back in a minute.” Joel’s back outside before you can say anything leaving you on your own. You finally let out the breath you’d been holding in since you got to the cabin, moving your backpack next to Joel’s and dropping your body on the couch with a thump, leaning your head on the back of the couch and bringing your palms to your eyes, rubbing them in frustration. You need to talk to Joel about last night, you need to ask him why he pushed away.

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The wood cracking on the fire is the only sound going through the cabin. You’re sat on the carpet moving the logs round, prodding it every few seconds and Joel’s sat on the couch. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, occasionally you take a few quick glances towards Joel, his eyes are glued to the light coming from the flames as the wood continues to burn, no expression written on his face.

“Are you gonna to talk to me at all today?” At this point you’ve got tired of the awkwardness, slowing trying to break the ice between the two of you.

“I could ask you the same thing.” His reply making you scoff. You’re now looking at each other, there’s no going back from where you know the conversation is going.

“Listen Joel. I know you regret what happened last night between the two of us but can we just forget it ever happened and go back to how things were, please? I’m hating this awkward tension between us.”

Your heartbeat is ringing in your ears watching every expression plastered on his face. Frantically his gets up from the sofa and walks behind it, bringing both hands to his face sighing in frustration. He’s definitely not used to having conversations like this.

“What makes y’think I regret it.”

Your eyes go wide at his confession, your lips are parted and your chest is rising as Joel’s eyes move down to your lips.

“I promised I’d never let myself get that far with you. Sweetheart I’ve done some awful shit in my life and I don’t deserve anything you’ve given me. I’m a bad person— but I can’t control the way you’ve made me feel. I’ve wanted t’have you like that for a long time and my desires got to the better of me. M’sorry darlin’.”

There’s a shift in the air, you slowly get up from the floor and make your way towards him, his head is hung low too ashamed to look at your face. Gently you bring your hands up to his chest where he instantly covers your hand with his, needing to feel your skin on his body, instantly relaxing from your touch.

“I don’t know what you’re apologising for Joel. I’ve wanted you like that since the first moment I saw you. I don’t give a fuck what you did before Jackson, that’s not who you are now so don’t start pushing me away. I want you too Joel. I always have.”

Those 4 words, “I want you Joel.” He didn’t expect them to effect him as much as they did. Joel’s heart is beating out of his chest, he’s wanted to hear those words for so long. The feeling of your soft skin against his callused hands is making it so hard for him to resist you. Your eyes are full of lust as you slowly press your front against him, hoping he doesn’t push you away.

“Please Joel I wan-“ but before you can finish, Joel’s connecting your lips once again. He brings both hands around the sides of your face and immediately deepens the kiss, making up for lost time. Both of your hands are now on his chest, clutching his shirt tightly as you pull him even closer to you, pulling his body over you frantically wanting to feel his heat over you.

Joel’s hands quickly move to your hips and down to your ass, he picks you up bringing both of your legs round his waist, you moan into his mouth at the sensation of his tongue overlapping yours, the feeling of it dancing with yours sends shockwaves down to your core. You pull on the ends of his hair causing him to growl against you lips as he moves you across the room, careful not to hit the table and gently lays your body on the blanket, right next to the warm fire.

He hovers above you, bringing his lips down to yours once again in a rough and needy kiss. You wrap both of your legs around his body, connecting your clothed core with the rough material of his jeans, already feeling him harden above you, his hardness reassuring you that he’s enjoying this as much as you are.

“Fuck sweetheart, I need to feel you, will you let me?” Joel breaks the kiss, your heavy breaths fanning into each others faces as Joel searches your expressions for any sort of reluctance. Your cheeks are glowing and all Joel sees is a look of want fill your eyes, lust coating every inch of your skin that Joel has touched with his hands, your body feels like it’s on fire. You bring both of your hands up to his face, stroking both of his cheeks.

“Please Joel, take me.”

Joel’s lips are back on yours instantly, scooping one arm under your neck while the other pulls at the buttons of your flannel. He frantically removes each button while still connecting your lips, hoping it’ll ease any nerves that you feel. Joel looks down to where his hand is, finishing the last few buttons until his pulling your flannel away from your skin revealing your bra.

A loud moan erupts in your throat at the touch of his rough hands on you, he starts off by trailing them against your skin, loving how soft it is against him. You slowly pull Joel away, pushing your body up so you can remove the material off of your shoulders, you keep your eyes locked on him, wanting to see every reaction he gives you. You notice Joel’s eyes go a deeper shade of brown and his pupils dilate, ready to explore the new untouched territory.

You reach over to Joel’s denim shirt doing the same for him. You’re not as quick with undoing each button, your shaky hands making it harder for you, instead Joel replaces your hands with his, desperately trying to remove the material off of himself, needing to feel your naked skin against his.

Once his shirt is off, his chest is finally revealed to you. The imagine instantly making your panties wet with arousal and your walls clench, biting down on your bottom lip to hold the whimper that’s trying to escape off your tongue. You bring both of your hands to his chest and lightly move your fingertips over the newly shown skin, Joel shudders at your touch. He’s so tanned and broad, his body completely engulfing yours, the small hairs that scatter his chest and then his small belly. He’s perfection.

Intimidated by your stare, Joel leans you back down onto the carpet and hovers his plush lips over your chest, kissing every single patch of skin, not wanting to leave any part untouched by his warm mouth. Your eyes are screwed shut, the feeling of his mouth so close to your breasts is making your breath hitch. Unintentionally you rise your back off the floor and pull at his hair with both hands, bringing his mouth closer to you, he brings his head up to look at you and reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra, he’s hesitant at first. You look down at him with a gentle nod and he unclasps it and chucks it above your head.

“Fuck darlin’ you’re so fucking pretty, prettiest thing I ever saw.” Both of his large hands come into contact with your round breasts, slowly caressing them and bringing his hot mouth down to gently lick over the sensitive skin.

His mouth feels fucking incredible against you. You’ve never felt pleasure like it, the knot in your stomach tightening with each second his mouth reconnects with your breasts, swirling his tongue round your nipple while his other hand squeezes the other, taking it in turns.

“F-uck Joel that feels so good I-“ you’re unable to form coherent sentences with the pleasure that he’s giving you. Once he’s happy with the attention he’s given your chest, his lips trail down your lower stomach as he fumbles with the buttons of your jeans, both of your hands are holding tightly to his bare shoulders as he pulls the tight jeans down your legs, not once pulling his lips away from the soft skin of your stomach. You’re now left in just your underwear, Joel puts both of his hands onto your knees and spreads your legs open for him, finally revealing your panties to him that are now completely soaked with your arousal.

“Y’have no idea how badly I want to taste you.” His confession makes the hairs on your body stand up, your hold tightening against him. This is something you’ve yet to experience and your anxiety is starting to creep its way up into your throat. You’ve imagined Joel in between you legs so many times and now that it’s happening you’re not sure on what to do.

“I want you to i-it’s just I’ve never had-“ Joel slides both hands up your body and moves a thin strand of hair behind your ear and slowly caresses your check, your head melting into his palm.

“Oh sweetheart, are you a virgin?”

You’re quick to answer. “No! Um n-no. I’m not but I’m not very experienced in this and I’ve only been with one other guy, I’m sorry, I should’a said.”

His face softens at your words, his thumb rubbing small circles on the side of your now rosey cheek. “Y’don’t have to be sorry love, if ya don’t mind me askin’ what did the guy do then?”

“He just removed my clothes, kissed me for a couple of minutes and put it in and that was it.”

Joel’s head hits your lower stomach, shaking his head from side to side. “What’a fucking idiot. Don’t worry sweetheart, everything m’gonna do to you will make y’feel real good. I’m plannin’ on havin’ you screaming my name so loud n’ at the end of the night you’re gonna be begging me to stop.” By Joel’s face you can tell he’s being serious, from patrolling with him you know he’s a very determined guy and the thought is making you clench both legs closer around his hips, he looks down smirking.

“Does my girl like that? She wants to be touched so badly doesn’t she? First m’gonna have you cummin’ round my mouth n’ then around my cock, does that sound good baby?”

Baby.

You’re completely melting at his words. He’s so vocal with you and every single word that’s coming out of his mouth sounds like heaven, the low, husky voice sending vibrations right down to your core, you want his mouth on you so badly, you’re desperate for him to show you what you’re missing out on.

“Yes please Joel, make me feel good.”

Joel moans at your words. “And so polite, what did I do to deserve you?” You blush even more at him, nodding at him to proceed with what he was doing. You gently lift your hips off the floor ushering him to remove your underwear.

You weren’t used to someone looking at you like this, showing your most intimate parts to someone, however Joel’s expressions only showed a man who was completely stunned that someone like you would trust him in such an intimate act. He felt like the luckiest man to see you like this. Once your underwear is off you notice the arousal coating the material, the sight of your glistening cunt has Joel clenching his eyes tightly shut, he needs to calm down, you’re new at this and doesn’t want to scare you away, the need to pull out his cock is indescribable.

“Fuck sweetheart you’re so beautiful, n’ so wet. This all f’me?” He gently brings a finger towards your aching core, moving your arousal so it coats his finger. The slight touch makes your walls clench in anticipation with what Joel might do next.

“All for you Joel, it’s always been for you.” Your chest is rising with each broken breath escaping your lips as you look down at his face. He moves his body so he’s now lying down with one arm curling around your thigh, holding your lower body down. His eyes are clouded with lust, ready to finally show you what you’re missing.

Without another word from either of you he delves into your cunt, starting off by licking long stripes straight up to your aching clit, swirling the muscle is small circles. You can’t control the whimpers and moans escaping your mouth as Joel sucks on your throbbing nub, moving his skilled tongue round your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Joel’s examining every crease and face you pull, wanting to find the spot that makes your toes curl and back arch. It doesn’t take him long to have you moaning his name as he delves into your pussy, the sound of his mouth on you is down right dirty, making more wetness pool at your entrance. Joel makes sure he doesn’t miss a single drop, catching the arousal so it coats his tongue while his nose notches your clit.

“F-fuck Joel just like that fuck please d-don’t stop.” Your one hand has a firm hold on his arm while he continues to hold your body down, your other has landed into his salt and pepper hair, you tug hard on the strands causing Joel to let out a sinful growl. Once he’s got you worked up, he teases your entrance with his finger gently pushing it inside you.

His one finger instantly increases the intensity of the upcoming orgasm you feel building in your stomach. He gently curls his digit upwards, hitting your g-spot like he’s done it before, easily bringing you closer to your peak. Your breaths coming out in short pants, the feeling already feeling fucking incredible.

“J-Joel I fuck-.” His lifts his head slightly, your grip on his arm is tight, he removes your hand quickly, intertwining your fingers together to coats you through the orgasm that your about to have, your walls hugging his finger so tight, he can’t wait to feel you cumming around his cock. You can see the slight shine on his lips and beard from your arousal, the sight making you moan his name.

“Mm that’s it sweetheart, let go you can do it f’me, cum on my mouth, wanna taste it.” Joels words are the push you need to tip you over the edge. Just as you reach your high, Joel inserts another finger into your heat and dips his head down, bringing his tongue back down to your pulsing clit, sucking it into his mouth, pushing you over the edge.

Your orgasm rips through you and it’s the most intense feeling you’ve ever experienced. Your back arches off the floor and your body spasms as the pulsing pleasure courses through your entire body. Loud moans echoing through the cabin and Joel is yet to take his mouth and fingers off you, wanting you to feel every spark for as long as he can make it last.

Joel has never seen anything more beautiful than you cumming all over his mouth and fingers, your walls clenching round his digits as your body rapidly chases your high. He knew your pussy would taste so good and now he’s had a taste he knows he’ll never go a day without it, the sweet nectar coating his tongue and fingers as you wriggle above him. The sounds escaping your mouth is like a symphony to him, your soft voice now imprinted on his brain for the rest of his life.

Once he notices that your coming down from your high he slows down his fingers and watches your reaction for any sign of discomfort, hoping not to overstimulate you as he’s no where near done with you. His cock is fully hard and uncomfortable in his bottoms, pushing up to the denim of his jeans begging to be realised, his boxers now soaked with his pre-come. He desperately wants to pull his cock out but he’s worried he’ll push you too far. He needs to go your pace, he wants to try and take his time with you.

When you open your eyes Joel is now above you, both hands are planted on the side of your head as he watches you come back down to reality. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal as a sly smirk appears on his face.

“Y’alright baby?” He’s just given you the most powerful orgasm of your life and he’s asking if you’re alright?

“I’m more than alright Joel—that was…fuck that was incredible.” You’re still trying to catch your breath as you bring both of your hands up to Joel’s face. You never thought you’d see him like this, shirtless and panting above you. You look down towards his tight jeans, his cock is practically bulging out of the seams. The imagine makes you even wetter as you take both hands off his face and start frantically undoing his belt.

Before you can remove it his hand stops you abruptly, you can’t hide the slight shock that appears on your face.

“Y’sure sweet? I know I said we would it’s just if we go a head with this I don’ think I can hold back.” Joel so badly wants to pull his cock out and stuff you full of his thickness and you can see it plastered all over his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, sweat appearing on his forehead and lips slightly parted. He’s caressing your hand that hasn’t moved away from his belt.

“I’m sure Joel, please— wanna feel you.” Joel looks away from you for a moment, he needs to calm himself down. Your voice and light touch is gonna make him cum in his pants if he doesn’t take his body away from yours right now. Your words are all he needs as he gently pushes your hand away and undoes his belt and jean buttons himself. His hands are shaking from the built up pleasure coursing through his veins and as soon as his buttons are undone he’s pulling his jeans and boxers down in one go, pulling his aching cock out.

You accidentally let out a harsh gasp. You knew Joel would be huge, how the hell is it going to fit inside you? The nerves start creeping back into your stomach at the imagine in front of you. He’s long and thick, pre-come is dripping out from his red tip and landing on your lower tummy.

Joel’s arousal pools on your stomach and makes your mouth water, you take one finger and slide it through Joel’s slick and bring it up to your mouth, swirling the digit across your lips and tongue, closing your eyes and moaning as the salty flavour coats your tastebuds.

Joel watches as you taste him. Throwing his head back and gripping the end of his cock to stop the orgasm that he’s about to reach and he’s not even inside you yet.

“Fuck baby don’t do that, m’ gonna cum if you do that again, need to feel you cum before I do, wanna feel you cum around my cock.” He quickly removes his bottoms completely and hovers above you once again.

You pop your finger out of your mouth, you can’t help the small smirk that lands of your face, you look back down at his cock, the need to have him inside you taking over completely.

“I’m ready Joel. Please-“ he takes both of your hands into his and brings them above your head, holding them in place, he knows he’s going to be a lot to take. That’s one thing Joel hasn’t ever been insecure about, he knows he big and he wants to make sure you can take him properly and make it pleasurable for you.

He grabs ahold of himself and gently moves his tip through your folds and up to your clit, causing the both of you to gasp at the sensation. Yours and Joel’s eyes and watching the scene between your legs, your wetness coating his cock nicely, the light from the fire reflecting your arousal that’s all over his shaft, he can feel your walls clenching on his tip already as he nudges his cock into your warmth.

“S-stop teasing Joel please.” Joel loves the pleading, the begging, the soft whimpers escaping your lips as he teases you. Looking into your eyes, he tightens his grip on your hands and slowly pushes his tip inside you. You gasp underneath him as he lets out a loud groan. He continues to push further into your cunt, stopping slightly to let you get used to his length and girth.

There’s a slight sting you can’t lie. However it doesn’t take you long to want more and more of him inside you, the feeling of his cock stretching you open feels like heaven, pain mixed with pleasure as he slowly inserts himself into you. Joel lowers his body so he’s now fully on top of you but not close enough to squish you. He brings his warm lips back down to your chest, peppering your skin with kisses.

“F-fuck baby y-you gotta stop clenching round me, y’gonna make me cum.” He’s panting against your chest, bringing his lips to your ear as he moans your name over and over. You slowly breath in and out, trying to relax your walls to help him slide his entire cock inside you. Once you get your breathing back to normal, Joel takes the opportunity to completely stuff his cock inside you. You yelp in surprise, Joel catching your lips in a messy kiss, swallowing your moans.

“You feel so good round me sweetheart, squeezin’ me real good, you’re such a good girl. Y’tell me when you’re comfortable.” Joel’s voice sounded strained as he stays still buried inside you. All he wants to do is pull himself out fully and plunge back in, needing to feel your soft, velvety walls against his cock, but he needs to take his time, you already feel so good he has no idea how he’s going to last.

“Y-you can move Joel, please move.” Squeezing his hand above you, he nods as he slowly pulls himself out so only half of him is wedged inside you and back in again. Creating a slow pace, rocking his hips back and forth, the hairs above his cock slightly catching your clit, the friction adding to the intensity.

After a few thrust you feel your walls starting to accommodate his length, his cock sliding so seamlessly inside you from how much arousal your pussy’s creating.

“Fuck baby, can I go faster? Wanna-fuck need to f-fuck you harder.” Joel let’s go of both of your hands and brings his fingers down to grip your breast. Squeezing the skin as he brings his lips to the side of you neck, switching between kissing and sucking. You hope he leaves marks on your skin, a constant reminder to how incredible he’s making you feel.

All you can do is nod against him, your words failing you and he’s wasting no time and starts fucking you at a hard pace. You tightly grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he thrust faster against you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the pleasure making your whole body tingle.

You need to feel him deeper, you wrap both legs around his lower back slightly lifting you hips up, you can feel him even better than before and Joel let’s out a low groan from the slight change in position, your walls enveloping his cock even more. He brings one hand down to your lower stomach and lightly presses down, feeling the tip of his cock so far up inside you intensifying the feeling, your orgasm building up rapidly.

“Y’feel that? You’re takin’ me so well, such a good girl. No cock will ever fill you this good. Y’mine now sweetheart, let me hear you say it.”

Joel is desperate to hear you say those words, he wants to know that you crave him as much as he craves you. His movement starts to get sloppy as your cunt hugs him so tightly, your warmth wrapped around him is too much to bare. He feels his high rapidly creeping in his lower stomach and all over his body, he starts slowing his breathing down, sucking short pumps of air into his lungs to prolong the feeling. He can tell you’re close too, he can feel your walls tightening around him with each thrust.

“Fuck J-Joel m’yours, I always have been.” You meet his lips in a rushed kiss, feeling his warm mouth against yours, still tasting your arousal on his tongue.

“Need you to cum sweetheart, need to feel you, please cum for me, show me how good my cocks making you feel.” He reaches down between your bodies and rubs your aching clit with the tip of his finger in small figure eights. This is the last push you need as you start cumming round his cock, your wetness pooling at his base and coating the inside of your thighs, clenching onto his shoulders as the intense wave of pleasure is released. You moan his name over and over, your walls spasming around his thickness.

“Mmm good girl fuck y’squeezin me so tight that’s it, fuck y’gonna make me cum.” Joel’s eyes are squeezed tight, forehead pressed against yours as he pushes you through your high. Once he feels you calm down he quickly pulls himself out of you, tugging at this cock until white ropes of his release coat your tummy. His hand is in a tight fist beside your head as his orgasm courses through his entire body. He hasn’t had an orgasm this intense in a long time, he’ll never get enough of the feeling of you wrapped round his cock. The most incredible feeling and now he’s hooked.

He collapses back on top of you, but not too much that he’s suffocating you, desperately needing to catch his breath. You run both hands through his hair, twisting the damp curls in between your fingers, a satisfied hum escaping your lips.

He brings his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, your stomach filling with butterflies as he looks at you, both of your bodies covered in sweat.

“Y’alright sweetheart?” He pushes the hairs that have landed on you forehead back behind you ears, slowly swiping his thumb against your flushed cheek. There’s no where you’d rather be right now, never thinking this would ever happen and it’s better than you imagined.

“Mmm I’m okay Joel, you okay?” He smiles down at you, kissing your plump lips.

“More than okay baby, fuck you felt incredible.” You blush at his words. After a few minutes he pulls his body off of you and you’re instantly missing his body over yours. He removes himself from your body and grabs a towel from the back to clean you up. Once he’s done that he gently picks you up from the floor and brings you both to the sofa, engulfing your body as he grabs the thick blanket from over the sofa and drops it over your naked bodies.

You both lie there in silence for a little, the sound of Joel’s heartbeat against your ear relaxes you. Slowly, you bring your hand to rest against just chest. Joel lightly lifts your chin forcing you to look at his face, bringing your lips down in a quick kiss, his voice bringing you back down to earth.

“I meant what I said before darlin’, I haven’t felt this way for someone in a long time n’ I wanna see where this takes us, I wanna do this properly.”

Where has this soft Joel been all your life? You place both hands against his chest and give him a soft smile.

“I meant what I said before too Joel, I’ve always been yours, the second I saw you I’ve been yours. I just wish we did somethin’ sooner, we could have been doing this a long time ago.”

Joel chuckles against you, his chest vibrating against your cheek. You’ll never get over the sound of his laugh.

“Oh don’t worry baby, we’ll make up for lost time. I’ve got so much more to teach you.”

You smirk against him.

“I can’t wait.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I know it’s not perfect but I know I’ll get there! Let me know what you think! I’ll be posting some more stuff soon 🤍

[hayatsharif]

Hayat Sharif & Personality Tests

Zodiac Sign: Aries | Taurus | Gemini | Cancer | Leo | Virgo | Libra | Scorpio | Sagittarius | Capricorn | Aquarius | Pisces The essence of Leo energy is courageous, kind, generous, loyal, protective, nakedly honest and entertaining. Negative manifestations of Leo energy can be arrogant, greedy, sloppy, coldhearted, jealous, aggressive and vain. 

Myers-Briggs: ESFP | ISFP | ESTP | ISTP | ESTJ | ISTJ | ESFJ | ISFJ | ENFJ | INFJ | ENFP | INFP | ENTP | INTP | ENTJ | INTJ ENFPs are warm, enthusiastic people, typically very bright and full of potential. They live in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate and excited about things. Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others, more so than we see in other types. ENFPs have an unusually broad range of skills and talents. They are good at most things which interest them. To onlookers, the ENFP may seem directionless and without purpose, but ENFPs are actually quite consistent, in that they have a strong sense of values which they live with throughout their lives. Because ENFPs live in the world of exciting possibilities, the details of everyday life are seen as trivial drudgery. They place no importance on detailed, maintenance-type tasks, and will frequently remain oblivious to these types of concerns. When they do have to perform these tasks, they do not enjoy themselves. This is a challenging area of life for most ENFPs, and can be frustrating for ENFP’s family members.

Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic The sanguine temperament is fundamentally spontaneous and pleasure-seeking; sanguine people are sociable and charismatic. They tend to enjoy social gatherings, making new friends and tend to be boisterous. They are usually quite creative and often daydream. However, some alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also mean sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine personalities generally struggle with following tasks all the way through, are chronically late, and tend to be forgetful and sometimes a little sarcastic. Often, when they pursue a new hobby, they lose interest as soon as it ceases to be engaging or fun.

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good | Neutral Good | Chaotic Good | Lawful Neutral | True Neutral | Chaotic Neutral | Lawful Evil | Neutral Evil | Chaotic Evil A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order.

Enneagram: The Reformer (Type 1) | The Helper (Type 2) | The Achiever (Type 3) | The Individualist (Type 4) | The Thinker (Type 5) | The Loyalist (Type 6) | The Enthusiast (Type 7) | The Leader (Type 8) | The Peacemaker (Type 9) Sevens are extroverted, optimistic, versatile, and spontaneous. Playful, high-spirited, and practical, they can also misapply their many talents, becoming over-extended, scattered, and undisciplined. They constantly seek new and exciting experiences, but can become distracted and exhausted by staying on the go. They typically have problems with impatience and impulsiveness. At their Best: they focus their talents on worthwhile goals, becoming appreciative, joyous, and satisfied.

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin The Gryffindor house emphasises the traits of courage as well as “daring, nerve, and chivalry,” and thus its members are generally regarded as brave, though sometimes to the point of recklessness.

Archetypes: Creative | Athlete | Rebel | Caregiver | Visionary | Royal | Performer | Spiritual | Tastemaker | Explorer | Advocate | Intellectual The explorer is never happy unless experiencing new things. They may enjoy visiting different countries or they may be happy learning about new ideas and philosophies. However, they find it hard to settle down at one job or relationship for too long, unless the job or relationship lets them retain their freedom to explore.

Soul type: Hunter | Caregiver | Creator | Thinker | Helper | Educator | Performer | Leader | Spiritualist

Rosenberg Self Esteem Scale: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

Life Path Number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22 People with a Life Path 3 are the most artistic in the bunch. You find ways of creating the most beautiful things in this world such as art, music, literature, etc. You breathe life into culture, and make it seem so simple because of your natural gift for expression.

Cattell’s 16 Factor Test: Warmth (3.3) | Intellect (1.8) | Emotional Stability (2.3) | Liveliness (3.1) |  Aggressiveness (2.7) | Dutifulness (1.3) | Social Assertiveness (3.1) | Sensitivity (3.1) | Paranoia (1.1) | Abstractness (3.3) | Introversion (1.2) | Anxiety (2.4) | Openmindedness (3.6) | Independence (3.1) | Perfectionism (1) | Tension (2.4)

R-Drive: Narcissism (55%) | Unconventionality (83%) | Empiricism (50%) | Vitality(83%) | Othercentrism (83%) | Independence (11%) | Integrity (50%) | Intellect (66%) | Stoicism (27%) | Orderliness (11%) | Hedonism (83%) | Dynamism (84%) | Activity(83%) | Romanticism (66%)

Dark Triad: Psychopathy | Narcissism | Machiavellianism

Animal in You: Lion | Tiger | Dolphin | Bear | Wild Cat | Fox | Weasel | Badger | Dog | Otter | Wolf | Sea Lion | Wild Dog | Walrus | Gorilla | Deer | Rhinoceros | Hippo | Sable | Horse | Sheep | Mountain Goat | Warthog | Zebra | Baboon | Elephant | Bison | Giraffe | Cottontail | Mole | Bat | Porcupine | Beaver | Prairie Dog | Shrew | Mouse | Eagle | Rooster | Owl | Swan | Peacock | Vulture | Penguin | Crocodile | Snake Their family is extremely important to them and they will do anything for them. They are reliable and will work through a job until it’s finished. They are friendly and tend to shy away from excesses.

Celtic Zodiac: Birch (The Achiever) | Rowan (The Thinker) | Ash (The Enchanter)| Alder (The Trailblazer) | Willow (The Observer) | Hawthorn (The Illusionist) | Oak (The Stabilizer) | Holly (The Ruler) | Hazel (The Knower) | Vine (The Equalizer) | Ivy (The Survivor) | Reed (The Inquisitor) | Elder (The Seeker) Born under the Birch, you are relentlessly ambitious, and make for a wonderful leader — you’re hardworking, and must win at any cost.

[thefemdomenchantress]

The Enchantress #89

A bit of a minor story (Edit: Never mind, it turned out long. I keep doing this to myself!) in between big works. These are the same amazons from #32. I like to believe that the amazons weren’t bad people and really didn’t understand how the Enchantress had screwed them and the hero over at the time. They’re pals now.

Hero: I come bearing gifts of wheat and dyes.

Amazonian Guard: Come on in, hero. You don’t need to bring a gift every time you come here.

The hero is lead into the amazonian work camp. Women all around him look up as he passes by. Some even wave at the familiar sight. He waves back.

Finally he makes it to the medicine woman of the tribe.

Amazon MW: Ah, hero. You’re the only one male that I would trust with the task.

Hero: What is it that you need of me, medicine woman?

Amazon MW: Not a simple task at all, I’m afraid. Please, come into the tent and see for yourself.

They walk into a stone and wood building that serves as the village infirmary. They walk to a sealed off door, which the medicine woman unlocks. They both enter the room.

It’s a windowless room kept aglow with glowing fungi. There is a bed. Upon that bed is a young amazonian woman who couldn’t be much more than twenty years of age. She sits up as they enter the room and smiles, her eyes barely open.

Hero: Who is this?

Amazon MW: She is called “Fire Heir” and is the youngest heir to the East Amazonian throne. She will one day inherit control of not insubstantial amount of land and resources. But she’s ill.

Fire Heir: ~Tee hee~ A man! How funny…

Amazon MW: Don’t mind her. She’s been possessed by some sort of magical affliction that I don’t have a cure for readily available. It warps her personality, drowns her inhibitions and makes her say what’s on her mind-

Fire Heir: Oh my Gods! I’m going to die!

Amazon MW: No no no! It’s not fatal at all, dear! *Turning to the hero and whispering* But it could be permanent if it’s not treated soon. I may not know much about this ailment, but I bet a well traveled person such as yourself has seen at least something similar before?

Hero: I have, yes. And there has always been either a cure or treatment. I’m sure there’s one for this too.

Amazon MW: Excellent! I am confident that with your experience and resources we shall be able to cure her. But I will also need you to act as this Fire Heir’s caretaker as well.

Hero: But why ask me to do this? I’m sure you have amazons who would be better equipped for this job.

Amazon MW: Two reasons, hero. One, there is a rule among us that heirs to the throne may not be touched by any fellow amazons aside from us medicine women.

Hero: Hmm. That’s not as uncommon a rule as you’d think. I know many countries and kingdoms who have even stricter laws pertaining to how royalty is treated.

Amazon MW: The second is that Fire Heir has been the target of several assassinations since she’s been ill. Fellow heirs after her inheritance see her sickness as a chance to kill her off and pass her death as illness-related. It would work too, as much of the village believes the illness as deadlier than it is.

Fire Heir: ~They wanna off my head, ‘cuz they’re jealous of the big ol’ land I’m gonna get when my mom dies. *Giggles* I’m in tough shit, ain’t I?

Hero: I’ll protect her. And I’ll help you develop the cure. But… One question?

Amazon MW: Yes?

Hero: …Why did you not simply ask The Enchantress for help?

Amazon MW: *Looks guilty* She is still our benefactor, despite the… incident… But we trust her less and less nowadays.

Hero: Hmm.

Amazon MW: I, personally, was not available at the time when they… kidnapped you… If I had I would have determined the true cause of their illnesses in time to stop them-!

Hero: I don’t blame you, medicine woman. Nor do I blame your queendom. Let’s get to work.

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Hero: It’s been three days, Fire Heir. Me and the medicine woman are still hard at work. Are you feeling okay? Feeling any better, at least?

Fire Heir: *Grabs the hero by the shoulder* Nope! Still a dumb dumb!

Hero: It’s not permanent. I assure you.

Fire Heir: ~Hehehe, it’s not that bad! I definitely feel happier this way. Is that wrong?

Hero: Well, whether you’re happy or not we’re still gonna cure you. *Takes her hands off his shoulder, but she fights back*

Fire Heir: ~Nooo, please! Let me touch you!

Hero: Huh?

Fire Heir: ~I haven’t felt anyone’s skin since I was a child! Except for the ol’ medicine woman.

Hero: Um, I don’t think I should- Oof!

The heir pulled the hero down onto the bed, and fell asleep holding him in her muscular arms. Her illness did nothing to hinder her physical might. The hero remained trapped in her arms until rescued by the medicine woman.

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: ~You two are spending SO MUCH time together! Are you dating?

Amazon MW: *Chuckling as she rubs oil on Fire Heir’s bare back* I doubt my wife would approve of that, Fire Heir. Besides, everyone knows of the hero’s tangled mess of a love life, and no one wants to get caught in that web.

Hero: Don’t go telling her that! She’ll misunderstand!

Fire Heir: ~Aww… I wish the hero wasn’t dating anyone… I want to mate with him…

The hero splutters and nearly drops the medicine tin as the medicine woman laughs.

Amazon MW: Fire Heir, you don’t even know what “mating” is.

*** *** ***

Hero, swinging his sword: Gah! Take THIS!

Assassin Amazon: GRAH! Damn you! May the enchantress betray you and EAT YOUR SOUL YOU DAMN-!

The assassin doesn’t get another word out as the hero kicks her in the chin, knocking her out.

Hero: Fire Heir? Where are you, you’re safe!

Fire Heir peers from behind the stone bed she had been hiding from.

Fire Heir: ~I’m in tough shit… I’m in such tough shit…

Hero: Hey now, no you’re not. I’ll protect you until it’s all over.

Fire Heir: ~I… I can’t… I don’t know what to do… Nothing makes sense, and maybe nothing will ever make sense again, and there are people trying to kill me and… And… And I don’t know how not to be sad about it…

The heir gasps as the hero wraps his arms around her, embracing her.

Hero: I never said you couldn’t be sad. I just said it’s going to be okay.

The heir sobbed into his shoulder.

*** *** ***

Hero: We’ve made some progress. The problem remains, however, that this cure will be a little more painful than we anticipated. Lots of injections, needles, and even minor surgery to extract the parasite…

Amazon MW: The worst part is that there is no anaesthetic that works on Amazon bodies.

Hero: Well, we’ll have to make the world’s first one then. I have grown protective of Fire Heir and I want to see what she’s like when she isn’t sick.

Amazon MW: I too would like to see her old self again. So soft and polite… On the topic, have you taken to sleeping beside her?

Hero: It comforts her, I think.

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: …~Hero?

Hero, reading a book about surgery: Yes?

Fire Heir: ~Will you tell me about the enchantress and the princess?

Hero: … *Puts the book away* How do you know about them?

Fire Heir:  ~D’aw, everyone knows about them you silly bison, you! The enchantress says she’s your real girl and the princess is just a girl on the side but… We don’t trust her all that much…

Hero: Oh. Well, don’t believe anything she says. I don’t want to talk about them.

Fire Heir: ~ Oh Come on! Just a little bit, please?

Hero: …Would it make you happy?

Fire Heir: ~Happy enough to sleep alone at night again, if that’s what it’ll take to get you to talk.

Hero: Hmm… Okay. Well, you know the enchantress. I don’t know what she’s said to you, but she and I actually don’t-

Fire Heir: ~ No no no, please start with the juicier stuff! We know a lot about the enchantress already so tell me about the princess first!

Hero: Sure. She… She was my best friend. I met her when we were really young. I was around six, maybe seven. And she’s royal, just like you I suppose.

Fire Heir: ~Oooh, so she wasn’t allowed to be touched by anyone either?

Hero: Anyone of peasant blood. That means… You know what? Never mind. It just means she wasn’t allowed to be touched by basically anyone. But she also wasn’t allowed to have friends. She was raised mostly by caretakers.

Fire Heir: ~Just like me…

Hero: She knew nothing of the world. Even I knew moreso than her, and I was feral. So I would sneak into her room at night and we’d play and learn from each other.

Fire Heir: ~And mate?

Hero: No. We’d play, and pretend we had normal lives. I’d go on long quests, but I always came back to her, with gifts and cool stories to tell. She… she was my first home.

Fire Heir: ~Oh…

Hero: But we don’t play anymore. We still talk, and we’re still friendly. But… But we can’t talk to each other like we used to.

Fire Heir: ~You don’t touch? You don’t hug, or kiss, or at least hold hands?

Hero: We used to. We don’t anymore. Because we know it’s best for her this way. One day she will…

The hero takes a minute to collect himself. Fire Heir notices how deep a breath he takes before he speaks again.

Hero: She’ll marry someone else. A prince, or duke… someone a princess is supposed to marry. So we can’t pretend we’re… that we can be close.

Fire Heir: … ~I think you two should still touch.

Hero: Why do you think so?

Fire Heir: ~I know for a fact that she probably wants to, and not being able to must be killing her.

Hero: … I suppose-!

The Fire Heir is suddenly slapping him on the head like a drum.

Fire Heir: ~Don’t be a meanie to your princess, fuckhead!

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: ~Nooo! Let them go, you shitty cunts!

Assassin #1: Only if you comply, girl.

The hero is held down by two assassins as a third holds a knife to the medicine woman. Fire Heir is standing up, swaying from the effort. She holds the hero’s sword, which had been knocked out of his hands previously.

Fire Heir: You awful troglodytes! Don’t you hurt them!

Assassin #1: While the hero has been kept awake by your night terrors, neediness, and trite whining we have been plotting this moment! Stop resisting and let us poison you. We can’t use our swords on you, unfortunately.

The assassin walks up to the Fire Heir, confident in her ability to deal with a sick woman who has never wielded a weapon in her life before… and is given a burning cut across her fingers for her troubles.

Assassin #1: Tch! Surprising… So the hero’s taught you a few tricks… But you’re still too weak for me. Girls, keep the medicine woman in chains. We’ll need to make sure her death matches Fire Heir’s so we can claim them as “symptoms” of “illness.”

Assassin #2: What about the hero?

Assassin #1: *Grinning* Do what you will.

One of the assassins knead the hero’s crotch through his pants. Fire Heir almost drops the sword in shock. The hero squirms as he grows erect.

Hero: Urk! D-damn it…

Fire Heir: ~W-wait… what’s going on?

Assassin #1: You’ve never seen a male orgasm before, have you? Growing distracted I see.

Fire Heir watches, mesmerized as the hero squirms in their grasp, trying to resist. The way he wiggles his hips, the way he begins to moan, the way he seems to unwillingly enjoy the torture despite hating it…

She almost doesn’t notice the assassin approaching her until it is almost too late. In her shock she follows her instinct and throws the sword back to the hero.

The hero catches it in his mouth, slashing at his two surprised opponents. He quickly dives at the head assassin, slaying her before she could touch the heir. The ones holding the medicine woman had already fled.

Fire Heir:~Is… Is medicine woman safe?

Hero: She’ll be fine. They merely slipped her some sleeping powder. I’m proud of you, heir. You did the best you-?

Fire Heir had leaned down at the hero and was poking at his crotch, looking at it in curiosity. The hero doesn’t move, bewildered. Even among corpses of assassins, the dazed woman is more focused on his cock.

The hero tries to tell her to stop, but she is too out of it to hear him. He tries to pry her wrist away from his cock, but she’s too strong and has already wrapped two hands around his erection through his pants.

He doesn’t want to hurt her, and every other method of removing her in his skill set would do so. So he stands there and vainly struggles to stop her.

She pulls down his pants. He’s erect and hard. She holds his cock in her hands, feeling the warmth. It’s large, much larger than the biology books implied. The tip is growing wet. She squeezes gently and hears the hero moan. The sound is delicious.

Hero: Fire Heir…

She squeezes again. And again. It’s growing wet at the tip. She squeezes again, but this time she doesn’t let go. She holds it and tugs once to see what would happen and hears the hero yelp.

Hero: Fire Heir!

She wants so badly to know what it would taste like…

Hero: FIRE HEIR!

Fire heir hears him and looks up. The hero is staring frantically at her, trying to pull away from her firm, tight grasp. He’s obviously uncomfortable.

Guiltily, she let go.

*** *** ***

Hero: We did it… But I feel as though we’ve sold our souls to the devil.

Amazon MW: It’s the world’s first anaesthetic for amazons. I’m shocked we accomplished such a feat, even if it’s unorthodox.

Fire Heir: ~What? What kind of anamawhatzit? What’s so weird about it? *Giggles* You’re all being so serious, but isn’t this a good thing?

Hero: … This chemical that we’re about to inject in you will not only put you to sleep, but you won’t wake up or feel pain until the surgery is over. However…

Fire Heir: ~ Yes? YES?

Amazon MW: You’ll experience an hour long orgasm.

Fire Heir: ~Hmm? An hour long whatzit now?

Hero: We’ve… we’ve basically invented orgasm in a bottle.

Amazon MW: I doesn’t create orgasms, per se. But it will extend any that she feels after consumption, and heighten it to the point where it’s 95% of what her body will feel.

Hero: Theoretically blocking out her body’s pain receptors. Not a perfect anesthesia since she won’t be in a relaxed state, but for the minor surgery required…

Fire Heir: ~Hmm… I don’t completely know what you’re saying… But I do know this. I think HERO should be the one to give me the Orgasm or whatever!

Hero: HUH?

Fire Heir: ~Yes, that sounds right. Medicine woman is experienced in all things medicine, so she’ll need to give me the drug… so the hero should do the orgasm making! Yes, that makes sense! In the interest of self preservation I demand that this is how it is done, or there will be NO surgery!

The heir smiles brightly before staring off into space. The hero and medicine woman were not fooled, however. It was obvious that, as inexperienced as she may be and as much as her magic affliction was affecting her, that she was not as clueless about the topic as she appeared.

Amazon MW: Well… It’s her orders… And I do think it’s best it is you anyway. You’re far closer to her age than I ever will be, so it’s more appropriate.

Hero: I know, but… Damn it.

Amazon MW: *Muttering* Damn near everyone on the island knows you’re good with your fingers.

Hero: FINE.

*** *** ***

The drug is administered by the medicine woman. The Fire Heir lay nude on the bed. The hero places his fingers close to her pussy lips, but doesn’t quite enter her with his fingers or tongue yet.

Making use of his extensive experiences, he teases her by slowly edging closer and closer to her pussy’s inner walls, tasting the outer folds gently. The heir shudders. One finger gently spreading his saliva around while the other gently pressed inward.

The hero’s teasing is quite effective as the dazed and delirious heir decides to grab his hair and pull him closer. His protests are shut down as she squeezes him between her thighs.

His tongue works its magic, touching and lathering up her pussy, and circling around her clit. Around… around… closer and closer until…

Fire Heir: ~Nooo! Wait! I changed my mind!

The heir squeezes the hero’s head with her thighs like a vice, signalling him to stop.

Fire Heir: ~Please… Hero… Not with your tongue… With your dick. Pleeease…

Hero: Mmph!

Fire Heir: ~ I want to feel it for real… Please…

The hero frees himself from her thighs and stared bewildered. He looks at the Medicine Woman, not sure how to proceed. She’s already preparing the hero a condom.

He applies the condom and position himself between the heir’s legs. She’s already spreading them, ready for him.

He penetrates her slowly, and when he hears her gasp he quickens the pace.

An amazon’s sex organ, likewise with anyone with a vagina, loosens when aroused. But because of their powerful muscles they also tighten, firmly caressing and squeezing any penis inserted.

Fire Heir gasps and bucks as the hero keeps his pace steady, desperate not to cum early and ruin the op. He need not worry though. The heir cums in a loud, scream filled orgasm.

Her body convulses in pleasure and continues to do so long after one minute passes. She bounces and squirms, until the medicine puts her to sleep, though it’s clear that even in her dreams she is experiencing unnatural bliss.

*** ***

Two hours pass.

Amazon MW: … There. The surgery is finished, and she should be cured of this magical mind affliction.

Hero: Now we just wait until she awakens.

Amazon MW: … This anesthetic we’ve created… It works on humans too.

Hero: . .  .

Amazon MW: We can’t hide it from the enchantress, hero. She’ll find out, and if we don’t give it to her she might punish us. And when we give it to her… you’ll be the first person she tries it on.

Hero: I know.

Amazon MW: I can develop an antidote for it…

Hero: But not immediately, right?

Amazon MW: No.

Hero: Damn.

Fire Heir: Ugh… So bright…

Amazon MW: Fire Heir! You’re awake. How are you?

Fire Heir: I am… feeling very ill. And my head and sides hurt. But… I think I feel better than I have in weeks.

Hero: Wow, is this how you normally speak?

The heir saw the hero and grew red and embarrassed, an emotion he had never seen on her before.

Fire Heir: Great hero. I… I must apologize for the way I’ve been treating you. I’m deeply ashamed.

Hero: You were not in the right state of mind. You were sick and under duress. No need for apologies, your majesty.

Amazon MW: Sleep well, young one. We will have to announce that you’re better in the morning. The assassination attempts will stop now that your death can’t be disguised as a natural cause.

*** *** ***

The ceremony celebrating Fire Heir’s health was over the top by design, meant to spread the word far and wide. The amazon kingdom’s three other heirs, Earth heir, Wind Heir, and Metal Heir had been invited and greeted their half sister with a cheeriness too bright to be genuine. The hero wondered which of them had sent the assassins.

That question was answered when he witness the Fire Heir shake the hands of Earth Heir and whisper something in her ear. Earth Heir seemed incredible shaken for the rest of the day.

Seeing Fire Heir calm and calculating as she met with the amazonian citizens was incredible. He was used to her giggling, crying, raving, and saying whatever came to her mind with no filter at all. But here it was clear why her sister wished for her death: of the four she was the most ready to take the throne if she so wished.

After the celebrations, Fire Heir had one more gift for the hero. She grabbed his hand and brought him to her royal bedroom.

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: Hero… Before you leave tomorrow, I wanted to do something for you tonight, if you accept.

Hero: Fire heir, if you’re offering what I think you’re offering I want you to know it’s really not necessary.

Fire Heir: Please, listen. All throughout this ordeal I’ve been acting foolish, loony, and terribly aggressive. What with what the enchantress put you through last time, and what I’ve put you through now… I want to leave you with a better, more dignified idea of what sex with an amazon is like.

Hero: Are… are you sure?

Fire Heir: I’m going into the closet to change. And when I come out, if you’re still here… Well, you know.

*** *** ***

The hero was still there when she exited the closet. She wore a red and gold silk dress and held in her hands various velvety ribbons. The hero himself had taken off his shirt. Fire Heir smirked, admiring his body.

She walked up to him and took his hands in hers, beckoning him to stand.

Fire Heir: No matter what the enchantress tells us, you don’t belong to her. Though I know deep down you want to belong to the princess, you don’t. Not yet, anyway.

Hero: What do you mean?

Fire Heir: I firmly believe that next time you meet with your princess you’ll, hopefully, wisen up. And then you won’t be single anymore. Which means this is my last chance to do this.

Hero: To do what?

Fire Heir: To make love to you without guilt.

She kissed him on the lips. Not hungrily, but for a long, long time. Then she took his hands and folded them firmly, but gently, behind his back, wrapping them in the velvet ribbons. The hero raised an eyebrow.

Fire Heir: Amazons like to show off the superiority of their muscles to males they sleep with. Regular amazons do so with wrestling, play-fighting, and the like. I myself did this to you when I was delirious.

Hero: You don’t have to apologize.

Fire Heir: I know. You made that clear. But I do have to correct myself. I am a royal amazon. We royal amazons show off our strength through a demonstration.

Fire Heir picked up a few velvet ribbons between her two fingers and easily tore them neatly in two. She nodded for the hero to try and free himself of the ribbons tying him up. Struggle as he might, the hero couldn’t escape the bondage.

Fire Heir: Hero… It’s exciting, isn’t it? Being in the presence of someone so much stronger than you…

Hero: K-kind of…

The Fire Heir pushed him down onto the bed and crawled atop him, her two muscular arms holding her up like two powerful pillars. The hero couldn’t help but stare.

Fire Heir: It excites you, knowing that even if you didn’t agree to this I could, if I wanted to, take you anyways.

Hero: …

Fire Heir: I am your superior, hero. In a fight between us perhaps you could be the victor, but never a grapple, or a contest of strength. Admit it.

Hero: I… I admit you’re stronger than I am.

Fire Heir: No, hero. Admit that you love being weaker than I am.

Hero: N-no. That’s not true…!

The Fire Heir slipped his pants down with her dexterous feet. She wrapped a finger around his cock and smiled.

Fire Heir: You will admit it.

Hero: You won’t get me to say that.

Fire Heir: There’s no resisting a royal amazon, hero.

Hero: T-try me…

A poor choice of wording. The heir gripped him and pumped him with her powerful fingers, all while keeping her lustful and playful gaze on the hero. Then, when he was just beginning to moan, she wrapped her lips around his tip, driving him crazy, desperately squirming to try and escape the ribbons tying him down.

Fire Heir: Mmm, so that is how you taste…

She stood up on her knees, letting go of the hero’s cock. She giggled at his disappointment.

She took off her underwear, but kept the dress on. She positioned herself over the hero’s erection, hands around her waist. She smiled smugly.

Fire Heir: Before I lower myself, I want to hear you say it.

Hero: D-damn it…

Fire Heir: Do it. It’ll make me enjoy this so much more. It will make me feel so confident and superior as I dominate you.

Hero: I… I love… being weaker than you… Please. Take me.

The heir laughed as she lowered herself, positioning herself carefully and taking the hero in her. He gasped as she rocked back and forth. She squeezed him firm in her muscles, enjoying his reactions. She loved dominating him so thoroughly.

She never took her hands off her hips, and despite enjoying his dick immensely, controlled her face as to treat the hero as though she wasn’t putting her all into dominating him. She almost hummed.

But she as the hero came so close to cumming she decided to drop the act. She laughed and screamed, and rode him with passion.

And the hero came with such an intensity, with her following along soon after.

And then they were spent.

Fire Heir: Heh heh… Yes! This time you came first.

Hero: Guilty as charged…

Fire Heir: *Chuckle* Ready to go again? We amazon royalty have infamous endurance.

Hero: Please… Have mercy…

Fire Heir: *Whispers* Never.

[The End]

*** *** ***

[I wrote this meaning for it to be a short just because I wanted to revisit the Amazons from #32. It turned into this. Whoops. ]

[Bonus Hero x Princess stuff under the line. If you’re just here for the smut, that’s all folks!]

*** *** ***

The hero stood in the palace gardens, approaching the wall corner. This was how they always met: speaking from their side of a corner, facing the other way. Never touching. Safe.

He heard the princess on the other side.

Hero: Hey.

Princess: It’s been a while.

Hero: What have you been up to?

Princess: Trying to get my father to grant me more time in the library. And snooping in on conversations about politics and wars, that kind of stuff. Haven’t found out anything useful though. How about you?

Hero: I’ve been in the amazon kingdom. They needed me to help them save one of their heirs.

Princess: I see.

Hero: Um… I also slept with their heir. It wasn’t anything deep. Sex and nothing more.

Princess: Heh. I don’t mind. I fantasize about sleeping with tons of guys when you’re away. Married kings, handsome incubi, Chris Hensworth…

Hero: Damn it, I never should have shown you those Earth Magazines!

Princess: I’m trying to say, it’s alright. Besides. We’re not technically… together.

Hero: But we’re still friends, right?

Princess: Forever. But…

The hero waited. He heard her sigh. The words of Fire Heir rang in his ears. “I think you two should still touch…”

Princess: It’s just… I’m starting to really hate this wall between us.

Hero: It’s… it’s so if we get caught, you can say you didn’t see me.

Princess: Maybe I should get it taken down. Then what would you do?

Hero: Princess, please.

Princess: I’m just joking. I know… being around me… makes you uncomfortable. And this wall helps ease the pain of not getting to be with each other. I don’t mind. Shall we get to work?

Hero: … Okay.

They planned out the hero’s next adventure. Ideas on where the hero should go, what he should do, which rebellions he should help with and which he should squash. All the while the urge to reach out and grab the princess’s hand grew and grew, but for all of his bravery, the hero was cursed with cowardice in this one regard.

Princess: …and that should be all.

Hero: I suppose…

Princess: I… I guess you should go.

Hero: Y-yeah…

He wanted it so badly. Just reach out… Just touch the princess…

Hero: …

Princess: …

Hero: Goodbye.

Princess: Bye.

The hero heard the princess walk away.

.

…

Hero: Princess.

Princess: Yes, hero-?!

The hero took the princess into a deep, tight, fierce hug, which she returned with equal enthusiasm.

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The Fishbone and The Firelily (Part 4)

For a moment, Azula thought to set the net aflame and make an escape, at the same time she felt as though she wouldn't get very far even if she did. They had more sleep and more food, they had more energy for a chase. So she held her position and held her silence. "Why are you following us?" Sokka demanded again. Truth be told she still didn't have an answer herself.

"Would you believe me if I said that I have no reason?"

"Not a chance." Sokka replied.

"Then how's this?" Azula began, "I overheard your conversation about the Avatar and it intrigues me. I want to see how this ends." It wasn't a lie by any means, and it was the only explanation she could come up with for herself. Deeper down she supposed it was more or less that she was hoping that they'd come across her and she'd have the company, but that wasn't something she was willing to admit yet, even to herself.

"Were you going to try to stop us or help us." Katara asked, holding Aang protectively close.

"I wasn't going to do anything, just watch and see how things played out." Azula shrugged as much as the net would allow.

"Well you can either help us or be on your way then." Sokka replied.

"It's a little hard to do either from within this net, wouldn't you agree?" Azula asked. The trap was growing tiresome, and was putting a dull ache in her back, mostly due to the awkward position she was forced to take up. Being a man of true and stellar etiquette, Sokka cut her free without a warning of any sort. With a soft 'oof' and a thud she found herself gracelessly sprawled out on the jungle floor. She slowly stood up and brushed her arms off and then her legs. It was more of a showy gesture than anything, for it would take more than a couple of hand sweeps to cleanse her of the dark that had been accumulating for the past few days. The firebender didn't particularly follow the 'an eye for an eye' mentality, but this time she would. Giving the same lack of notice Sokka had given her, she took off into a dead sprint.

"Sokka no! We don't have time!" Katara yelled, in turn alerting Azula that she would be pursued after all.

She weaved in and out of the trees, leaping over rocks, twigs, and other jungle clutter with little effort and all of the grace she lacked when falling from the net. But the Water Tribe boy proved to be pretty elegant in motion himself. She could appreciate that, there was a certain thrill to it. Being the chased instead of the chaser was something Azula didn't get often. The problem was, she was exhausted. She was in such a state before they had even begun, her initial assessment of the situation had been right—she had already depleted what little energy was granted to her by the mangos. She threw herself behind a particularly wide tree. Panting somewhat heavily she called, "when you said 'or get out of the way' I was under the impression that you would let me."

"Maybe I'm also intrigued." Sokka replied as he scanned the junglescape.

Azula found herself grinning, he always had been pretty clever and for that he was one of her favorites to toy with. Seldom did she come across someone who she thought to have a tongue and wits as sharp as her own. "Is that right?" She challenged. She knew very well that she should silence herself, she had a pretty strong feeling that he could assess her location of she kept talking, and maybe that's why he tried to keep her doing just that.

"It is. I was also kind of hoping you would decide to help us instead of getting out of the way."

She couldn't help herself, "and why's that?" Her own curiosity was going to lead her to horrible things.

"I don't know. Help me find out." Sokka offered.

Azula chuckled to herself. He was good at this. Very good indeed. But she wasn't ready to ready to let them see her face yet. She wasn't ready to let anyone see it. They thought that she was a monster beforehand…they feared her beforehand, it would be much worse presently. His footsteps where growing closer, she could hear him scuffling probably just on the other side of the tree. She had no choice but to make a gamble. "Alright, I'll help you." She paused, letting it linger there for a moment. "But you have to allow me something first."

"And what would that be."

"Give me your jacket."

"My jacket?" He asked, his voice was very close now. He was definitely on the other side of the tree, and he knew that she was on the other side relative to himself.

"Yes, your jacket. Do you want my help or not?" Azula was answered with a ball of cloth to the face. With no hesitation, she pulled it over her head and flipped the hood up. It was rather stuffy, but she'd rather deal with that than exposure. She wandered away from her hiding place and came to stand directly in front of Sokka, still slightly short of breath. "Well that was fun."

"Maybe for you." Sokka grumbled. "I don't suppose you know which way we came from."

Azula looked over the jungle and was reminded at once of the good ol' days of tracking Aang and his bison. "Not yet, but I will." She replied as she searched out the tree branches she had snapped along her way. It took some time, but she came upon a branch that was nearly severed and hanging at an odd angle. "We go this way."

"After you." Sokka extended his arms.

"Naturally."

.oOo.

There was something familiar about her. The way she spoke, the way she played her game, the way she carried herself. Though the familiarity was tinged by a sense of lax amusement that he hadn't seen on anyone until her. Or maybe he had, just with a different overtone. It really had seemed like a game, done all in good fun. She didn't seem dismayed to have been caught so easily and he didn't feel guilty for trapping her in the first place. Not like he should have.

She was quiet though, for the rest of the walk, unless she was telling him which way to go. Occasionally he would look from his feet to stare at her. From her appearance he could make no assessments of her, not physically nor of her personality. All he had to go on was from the little peek at her personality during their chase. He had no face to gauge expressions from and because of his hoodie, he could spot no attire that could bare emblems of what she stood for. And suddenly he knew exactly why she requested his hoodie.

She had successfully made herself completely anonymous to him. She was a tricky one.

She stopped for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Sokka asked.

"Nothing." A gust of wind came by, carrying on it the scent of smoke. "That way." She pointed. As it would seem, the pair hadn't covered much ground. Only a minute or so later, they could see the rest of their party.

When they finally reached the group, Sokka was met with a set of scowls and frowns. "Katara told you to wait." Toph greeted.

"You just wasted more of our time!" Suki added.

"Nice to see you all too."

"This isn't funny, Sokka!" Katara accused.

Sokka put his hands up. "Okay, okay, sorry. I just thought that maybe we can use another hand."

"We don't even know her…him?" Suki muttered.

"Her." Sokka replied.

"We don't even know her."

"We can get to know her." Sokka pointed out. "Besides she probably knows this jungle better than we do."

Seeming to disregard all of his points Suki made an observation of her own, "why does she have your jacket?"

"Are you jealous?" Sokka questioned.

"What? No! I just... did she take it from you?"

"No, I gave it to her." Sokka confessed. "She wouldn't have come out if I didn't." He felt a twinge of annoyance at her continued silence. This was her fault too, and she wasn't saying anything at all. "Like I said, I think she can help us."

"Or she can stab us in the back." Toph muttered in his ear.

"Why am I being the optimist here?"

"Who cares." Katara finally spoke up. "You already wasted enough of Aang's time." And then to Suki said, "she's here now, we'll just have to deal with it."

Sokka stole a glance in her direction, beneath that hood her opinion on the matter was lost. She tailed behind them anyhow.

.oOo.

With or without a face and name, it was clear that Azula wasn't a welcomed presence. She lingered a few feet behind the rest of the group, the only thing that had changed was that they now knew she was there. She considered that perhaps she should be thankful that that had no time for a full on interrogation.

She completely expected to have a problem with Katara, apparently the time simply hadn't come for that. There was however, something about the Kyoshi girl that was nerve grating. Azula decided to herself that she liked the girl even less than Sokka's sister and if she couldn't find a reason, she'd make one.

"You're falling behind." Sokka called back.

"I'm walking at my own pace." Azula declared.

"Which is causing you to fall behind." Sokka pointed out. "I don't think Katara is going to slow down for you."

Azula sighed, and on two feet that desperately needed a break, hustled to catch up. She submitted to the notion that after another series of poorly planned moves, she had made the wrong decision.