#but there's a part of him that's is so starved for someone to look at him and see goodness in him

[madamechrissy]

The Last Mad King

Pairings- Satoru Targaryen x F! reader

Warnings - oral sex (f receiving) mating press, breed kink like a mf, psycho satoru, Sapphire the dragon being cute asf, fingering, cum play, overstimulation, MORE breed kink (he needs his targaryen babies dammit!) mentions of violence and torture

Okayyy I decided to make it a series lmao - surprise - @sweetlandspos is making such inspiring art rn I need to carry on!! :')

<<<Part One

Part Two

There were two things that were actually rather lovely about being a newlywed to Satoru Targaryen.

One, riding a fucking dragon.

On your very wedding night, as a man with a flare for the dramatics, Satoru Targaryen made sure that he rode up to that wedding on the back of Sapphire, his hands gently rubbing her neck as he grinned down at you. Sapphire's eyes lit up as she nudged her head, as if she wanted pets.

You nervously stepped forward, brushing your fingers along her scales, and she practically purred in the form of a soft hum, rather sweet for a dragon you watched burn someone. Oh, and she ripped off someone's head - with a cute grin and a lolling tongue, as if she were playing.

You can't help but enjoy her, when Satoru hops down off the saddle he'd had custom made for her, to match her pearly white skin. He hops down and lands right on his feet, he looks majestic in his white robes, holding out a gloved hand for you then, assessing the wedding gown he'd had made.

"Fuck, look at you," he's grinning in that feral, psychotic way again, slipping his fingers across your shoulders, as the wind gently blows your dress around your thighs. "God I can't wait to rip this off you, tear it to pieces."

"I like this dress!" You pout as he throws his head back then, looking at Sapphire.

"Should we let her keep it, baby girl?"

He calls his dragon baby girl?

Sapphire, fast becoming your friend, nods in your agreement, and you smile, and then when you do smile, you make Satoru's heart pound in his chest. "See, she agrees, it's too pretty of a dress."

"Ah, I see, my girls teaming against me," he leans forward, lips pressed against your ear, as if he couldn't have Sapphire hear his next words. "Then I'll just make sure it's filthy, covered in all that cum that'll leak from your cunt."

You gasp, eyeing him and his bright blue eyes, flashing just like his dragon, his big white grin terrifying, your tummy is in knots when he grips your chin, his other hand dancing across the pretty white silk of your gown. You're a flustered mess, much to his clear delight, his chuckle shaking his chest.

"Let's get this on with, I need you in my bed."

The number two good thing about being married to him?

The man ate pussy like he was starved, and he literally skipped your wedding dinner, instead spreading you right on that elegant table and burying his face. The plates and silverware had been shoved onto the stone floor with his haste, while he devours your cunt.

"Your majesty!" You're gasping out as he's lapping his tongue inside your slick hole, your walls pulsing around it as he laps up all your juices, his big hands dragging you against his face, tongue slipping up your slit as he eyes you, snowy lashes lowering.

"Satoru, call me Satoru my queen, hmm?" He pouts, lips glossy from you, his chin coated in your slick.

"S-satoru, it's too sensitive mnh!" He chuckles against you now, leaning up and slipping two fingers in your cunt, brushing your hair back almost tenderly, his crown falling just a bit askew on his head.

"God look at you, so fucking ready to be filled," he's tugging your tit out, sucking on a nipple as her curls his fingers just right inside your hole, pressing right on that spongy spot, as pressure builds in your tummy. "I can't wait for these to leak milk, I'll drink so much of it, we'll have to get a wet nurse."

"What now!? You - ah! Oh my god, I'm gonna..." Your words are lost when the psycho king who wants to suck all your future baby's milk is making you cum right on his fingers. He pulls back, little strings of his clear spit dripping from your puffy nipple, chuckling as the aftershocks rock you.

"You like that thought, don't you? me fucking an army of dragon riders inside you?" You can't function, just whimpering as Satoru looks down at your cunt now, lapping up all the juices that spilled and moaning. "Don't worry, I won't make you wait anymore sweet girl."

You barely register what his chambers look like, lips, thighs spread, his thick mushroomed tip sliding between your slick folds, as your dress is carefully opened, as if he remembers his promise, letting it splay across the bed. He puts his hand on your tummy, grinning as he slides in, watching it bulge as his thick cock stretches you.

"God, look sweetheart - fucking ruining your insides, I can't wait for you to give me heirs," he's slammed all his nine inches so deep, bottoming out as you eye the way your tummy moves, and he grabs your thighs, shoving them up high. "You'll take my seed better like this."

You're gushing around his cock as it splits you in half, as he fucks you into a mating press, your thighs smushed on your breasts, and Satoru's whimpering in your ear as he grips your face with his huge hands. So tightly you think he could crush your skull, his eyes lighting up as he grins and shoves you full.

"You're doing s'good, fuck I'm s'glad I didn't... lock you in the dungeons... fuck, sweetheart you're milking me already!? Greedy little slut, I love it, you can have it all pretty," you're torn between enjoying his filthy fucking praise, cumming on his huge cock, and terror with how he looks at you, how he's pounding into you.

"Satoru!" You can't help but cum on him, and he's slamming his lips on you.

"Taste your cunt, huh? Do you like it?" You weakly nod, he's chuckling and leaning up, shoving his cock deeper, his balls slapping your ass as he moves. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up - put all my seed inside you - are you ready sweetheart? Say yes."

"Y-yes - ah!" Satoru fills you up like this, hot spurts of cum as he cries out in your ear, and you can hardly breathe with his weight pressing on you, eyes rolling back in your skull.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he's moaning as he pulls out, making a mess on the comforters, on your dress, as promised, his cock pouring sticky seed all over your perfect dress, as you watch the mess with a furious blush.

He bends down, looking at the mess he’s made of you, groaning. “Mnh!”

"Tch, don't waste it sweetheart, you'll hurt my feelings," he's sadistic when he slips his long fingers around your hole. "Slutty hole is wasting it all, baby that's not okay! You need to apologize," he says it all cute, like he’s not wrecking your cunt so bad it’s aching, his lower lip jutted out, eyes glimmering.

"S-sorry, ah! Satoru fuck!" He's fingering that cum right back inside, cooing as you're whining out at the stretch, cunt already sore and overstimulated.

"I need you to take it all, I need our dragon army baby, hah - imagine when we take over everything," he's sucking his own cum off his fingers then, cheeks hollow as he moans. "God taste us."

Not like you have a choice when the mad king spits his cum right in your open mouth, right on your pink tongue, making him grin with delight as you swallow obediently. You're dizzy, swallowing it down when he has you prone bone, cock shoved right back inside you, stretching you out so good you’re close from the first few strokes.

"Ngh!" Your head falls back as he moans your name in your ear, hand choking you with long fingers around your throat. Sapping your oxygen as he grins against your lips, you taste both of you on his glossy lips.

"More, you need more? Don't worry sweet girl, I have so much to give you - ah - that's it," Satoru's filling your tummy again, his hand slips down it, splaying it with his long fingers. "Already full, aren't you? Fuck I can't wait for it to be so round with me, fill your womb with so much of me."

You're so fucked out and still that mix of terrified and fucked out - after the second round you almost faint, when he pumps more cum into you, so much by the time he's got you on top of him, she’s making a mess, pooling his cum and yours along his flat belly button. “I d-don’t… know what to do up here?”

“Just ride me, fuck if you do a good job you’ll ride my dragon soon, ah! like that, there you go, fuck you're slutty.” You’re not doing much riding, not when Satoru has tugged you against his chest, lifting your ass up and fucking up into you, slamming your cervix and using you. “That’s it, you can take more huh?”

“N-no more cum… can’t fit…” he laughs again, that throaty sound, as he rolls his hips and your head falls back, his cock pumping yet another load of cum.

“Oh you’re such a good girl,” he kisses your neck, up your cheek as you cry just a bit, Satoru laps up a tear and moans, as you tremble. “Water, you need water, I’ve got you sweetheart wait here, okay!?”

You nod as he eagerly runs off, completely fucking naked - and god did that man have a perfect form, if you could see properly you'd admire it more, but your vision is blurred.

Satoru’s back soon, caring as he lets you sip the water, before fucking you again, your cunt is a sore puffy mess when he’s lapping at his own cum as if to clean you, chuckling as you jerk and hiss. He grabs your hips, cock already hard again at the sight of the bruises on them, on how perfect they were, god he just knows you’re going to give him so many babies.

After six rounds, you cannot walk the next morning, but you don’t need to, not when Satoru carries you around in his arms to have breakfast. He’s got you on his lap as the sunlight filters through the windows that morning, feeding you delicately and grinning, as he tosses Sapphire meat into the air. She burns it with her flames before gulping it down, grinning just like her master.

“My two girls, what a splendorous morning aha!” He’s apparently in a great mood, too good of one, you feel his cock pressing against your thigh and you shift, so sore it hurts to sit. “Sweetheart, do you need more cum? You have to eat first!”

Your tummy clenches at the thought, panicking. “N-no! Um… Satoru I’m very-”

“Oh just two more bites, my sweet girl, then I'll fuck you some more. You and Sapphire must eat!” He’s tossing her another piece, she does a little spin, her tail wrapping around her legs, he grins and squishes your cheeks in his hand. “Open up pretty.”

You do that just as he asks, and he moans as he remembers spitting in your mouth last night. He’s already got a finger against your slit, torturing your puffy lips. Your silky blue robes are all shoved up when his advisor Suguru Stark walks in, looking at the sight and raising a brow. “Your majesty.”

“Suguru, not now, I’m preparing my meal,” he says, slipping two fingers in your cunt and grinning, you’re hastily trying to cover your thighs, but Satoru seems to not care one bit if his advisor gets a view of the slick leaking down your inner thighs. “She’s yummy too.”

“I bet she is,” you’re a flustered mess as the handsome man chuckles, burying your face against Satoru’s neck. “I know you’re enjoying your time, but we have to go to this meeting with the emissary.”

“No! I don’t want to go today,” he is running his fingers on your clit, you’re biting your lip as you hear his dragon roar in irritation about the news. “I want to play with my pretty bride!”

“You can later, we need to be there.”

“Oh fuck you, Suguru." The dark haired man raises a brow. "Fine, I need a taste to keep me going,” he’s pulled back his fingers, lapping your cunt off him then. “Fuck you’re so sweet. Baby be good for me, okay?”

“I w-will…” You manage, he’s kissing you over and over, sighing.

“Don’t lose any of that cum, or I’ll have to put it back in, okie?” He’s smiling all sweet, like he's not psychotic and threatening you, tapping the tip of your nose, and you manage a nod. “Good girl, I’ll see you soon, okay baby!?”

"Yes, of course." He's kissing you and humming, and soon you watch as him, Suguru Stark and Sapphire walk out, leaving you alone in the castle aside from a few very frightened and quiet servants. “Fuck, my cunt…”

You’re holding it damn near, hissing at how stretched out you are, your thighs are so sore, your cunt aching, as you wobble along the halls, maybe Satoru wasn’t that bad - he’s just misunderstood? Was it the orgasms talking!? But no, he's so sweet with his dragon and-

Wait, was that a scream!?

You limp over - god this man has you fucked out - and follow the sounds of the screams then, your hand sliding along the golden walls. Decorated along the halls were pictures of Sapphire all over, in various art styles, he’s got only one picture of himself riding her. You can’t help but have a soft spot for the love he has for her, until another scream sounds, echoing through the walls.

What the fuck is that? 

It leads you to a door, hidden inside the walls, and you hear it even more clearly - save us, save us - just what the fuck was going on down there!? You open the door carefully, heart pounding, when you see a dark set of stairs.

I'll have ya'll choose where this goes, I have too much fun with it hehe

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[rawjutsu]

I WANNA FUCK!

― a sneaky abyss mage hits you with an aphrodisiac!

pairings (separate): kaeya, xiao, itto, alhaitham, neuvillette, mualani, childe, dainsleif x reader

cw: explicit piv content, dubcon, semi-exhibitionism, spanking, slapping, biting, scratching, overstim, creampie, breeding kink, babytrapping? (childe), scissoring (mualani), praise, neuvillette has a dragon tail bc i said so but its not very relevant

kaeya

the spell hit him fast.

one second kaeya was joking with you over a drink, the next he was doubled over against the bar of angel's share with his hand clenched over his mouth, panting like he’d run from dragonspine. you barely had time to process the heat in his eyes before he was dragging you out the back door with a death grip on your wrist.

now you were pinned between the cold stone wall of angel’s share and the full length of his body, his thigh shoved between yours, coat pushed back, gloved hand under your skirt—in your panties.

“fuck,” he hissed, breath hot against your lips, “you feel that too, don’t you, pretty girl?”

you couldn’t answer—not with his fingers already sliding through your slick folds like he was starving, not with the way his cock strained against his pants, grinding against your thigh. he chuckled low in his throat, even as he panted like a dog in heat.

“abyss bastards must be getting creative,” he muttered, teeth scraping along your jaw. “should’ve known something was wrong when i started picturing you bent over the bar…”

he pressed a kiss to your throat, then bit it—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp and grip his shoulders. he moaned when you did, hips twitching. the sound was obscene.

“you’re so wet for me,” he whispered. “you like seeing me like this? all hot and desperate? hah… you always were a bit of a tease.”

you didn’t get a chance to shoot back. he yanked your panties aside with one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other, his movements clumsy and frantic—not like him. the spell had stripped away all the usual smooth bravado. his hands trembled. his lips were parted. and when he finally sank into you, the noise he made was almost vulnerable.

“ohh… fuck, fuck—archons, you’re tight—‘m gonna lose it,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “shit, you’re gonna milk me dry, pretty girl…”

your back hit the wall with each thrust, hard and fast, the way only someone out of his mind with lust could manage. he couldn’t keep quiet—every breath came with a moan, a whispered praise, a filthy promise.

“so fuckin’ good, baby. taking me so well. gonna fill you up right here where anyone could walk out and see.”

you whimpered his name and he lost it.

one hand fisted in your hair, the other dragging your leg higher around his hip as he slammed into you with a growl. “say it again,” he panted. “say my name, beg for it—i wanna hear you sob it while i ruin you.”

your thighs trembled. your nails dug into his coat. and when your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, kaeya snapped.

he fucked you through it, chasing his own release, rutting into your soaked cunt like a man possessed. when he came, he bit your shoulder to muffle the sound, cock pulsing deep inside you as hot cum spilled out around him, dripping down your thighs onto the cobblestones below.

neither of you moved for a moment. just panting. trembling. pressed together in the shadows.

then he tilted his head and smirked.

“��think diluc would mind if we used the spare bedroom upstairs?”

xiao

he warned you not to follow him.

the abyss mage had vanished into the night, but whatever cursed aura it left behind clung to xiao like smoke. he staggered onto the balcony, breath ragged, arm trembling as he gripped the railing like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

“don’t—come near me,” he snarled, voice hoarse, teeth clenched like he was in pain.

you’d never seen him like this. sweat glistened on his brow, hair stuck to his neck, and when he looked over his shoulder at you, his golden eyes were wide—wild.

“i can’t… i can’t control it. it’s crawling under my skin. my body’s burning.” his voice cracked on that last word, as if admitting it made the heat worse.

you stepped closer anyway. “xiao…”

“don’t,” he begged, backing into the shadows. “don’t say my name like that. i—i can’t—”

but then you reached out. you brushed your fingers against his and gasped at how hot he was—feverish, shaking.

he froze.

and when you looked up at him, wide-eyed, lower lip caught between your teeth in concern—

his last thread of will snapped.

xiao slammed you against the balcony wall in the blink of an eye, his body caging you in like a beast cornering its prey. his lips ghosted over your jaw, but he didn’t kiss you. he just breathed, fast and shallow, like he was scared that touching you would ruin everything.

“you looked at me like you trusted me,” he whispered, nails digging into your hips. “like i wasn’t dangerous. like i wasn’t… like this.”

you whispered his name again. that was it.

his mouth crashed down on yours—clumsy, desperate, teeth grazing your lips. his hands found your thighs, lifting you with ease, and his hips pressed against you, hard and already throbbing through his pants.

“i’m sorry,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours. “i can’t stop. i don’t want to stop.”

and he didn’t.

he shoved your underwear aside with shaking fingers, freeing his cock just enough to rut into you, his hips snapping forward with a raw, needy groan. you cried out at the sudden stretch—he was thick, trembling as he buried himself inside you in one hard thrust.

“fuck,” he gasped. “you’re… ngh—you’re perfect. too warm. too tight. i c-can’t…”

he tried to pull back—tried—but your walls clenched around him and his restraint crumbled to dust. he drove into you like a man possessed, every thrust harsher than the last, his voice a mess of choked moans and broken apologies.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he whimpered, “i was trying to protect you, i—shit, i’m going to cum—”

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, anchoring him, and whispered “please. i want it.”

he shattered.

xiao buried his face in your neck, crying out as he emptied inside you, hips jerking, cum spilling deep and hot and fast. he trembled in your arms, still rutting shallowly like he couldn’t bear to be apart from your warmth just yet.

you stroked his hair. whispered his name again, this time with a smile.

he groaned softly.

“…you’re going to break me,” he breathed.

itto

“okay, but real talk—why do i feel like i’m gonna explode if i don’t stick it in you right now?”

itto’s voice was a breathy whine, his huge hands clinging to your waist like you were the last snack on earth. his abs were still glistening from your little one-on-one sparring match, and now he was hard—violently hard—bulging against his pants like his cock was trying to punch its way out.

“i’m serious!” he groaned, grinding into your hip with zero shame. “i was fine one second, then you looked at me with that little smile, and boom—boner. massive. painful. i think i’m dying.”

you blinked. “itto… you did get hit by a weird-looking abyss mage’s spell like, ten minutes ago.”

he stared blankly.

“oh. huh. that would explain the horny.”

you didn’t even get a chance to laugh before he was kissing you—sloppy, hungry, tongue already in your mouth and one of his massive hands groping your ass like he needed to memorize every inch. his other hand lifted you off the floor like you weighed nothing, slamming you down on the futon so hard it squeaked in protest.

“sorry! sorry,” he panted, already tugging your pants down. “i just—i can’t. babe, i need you. like, right now. right this second. please please please lemme cum in you, i swear i’ll be good—fuck—”

you tried to answer, but he already had your thighs pushed up and apart, cock out, flushed and angry looking, and he just lined up and shoved in with a groan so loud it shook the walls.

“haaahhh fuckkk, you’re so warm,” he slurred, eyes rolling back a little. “squeezin’ me so good, shit—babe, you made for this or somethin’?”

his hips slammed forward again. and again. and again. no rhythm. no restraint. just full-force, head-empty, dick-driven fucking. you were already gasping, clawing at his back for purchase, but itto was in his own world—moaning and muttering under his breath like a man in a trance.

“feel so good—ahh fuck, you’re takin’ it so well—y’like this? y’want me to go harder? i can go harder—”

“itto!” you gasped, seeing stars.

“fuck, yeah, say my name like that,” he groaned, hips pistoning faster. “archons, m’gonna cum, gonna cum—fuck, babe, i’m gonna—!”

and then he slammed all the way in and stayed there, cock twitching as he emptied himself deep inside you with a loud, wrecked moan. he didn’t even pause—just kept grinding into you, cum dripping out around his base, chasing that sweet friction.

“oh fuck, wait, you feel too good—i gotta keep goin’. just a little more, babe. c’mon. i’m so close. again. again.”

you whimpered, thighs trembling.

“...i think this spell’s still goin’,” he panted.

and then he smiled that dumb, hot, oni smile.

“guess we’re goin’ for round two, huh?”

alhaitham

he didn’t even flinch when the abyss mage cast it.

just let out a slow breath, adjusted his grip on his sword, and sliced the creature in two before it could vanish. you were panting behind him—relieved but shaken—barely even processing what had just happened before he turned to you with sharp, unreadable eyes.

“don’t panic,” he said, voice smooth, calm. too calm. “i’m aware of the spell’s effects.”

you blinked. “the what—?”

he was already walking toward you. unhurried. measured. the same way he read a book. the same way he always did everything.

“a focused aphrodisiac curse,” he said, sliding his gloves off. “localized. intensely hormonal. you’ll likely remain unaffected… but i’m already experiencing symptoms.”

you backed into a wall—gently, instinctively. his hand came up to cage your head, palm braced above your temple, and his mouth was suddenly much closer than it had been five seconds ago.

“which brings us to the solution.”

“w-what solution?” you breathed.

alhaitham leaned down and kissed you like he owned you—calm and composed but deep, tongue sliding over yours with slow, obscene confidence. by the time he pulled back, your head was spinning and your thighs were pressed together tight.

“the more i fuck you, the more the curse burns itself out.”

you gasped, but he was already sliding a hand down to your waistband. no shame. no hesitation. just firm, steady fingers tugging at your clothes like he’d already decided.

“you’re wet already,” he observed, voice low. “good. that makes this easier.”

and then he had you turned around—facing the stacks, bare ass pressed against his hips—and slid inside like he knew your body, like it was another formula he’d memorized and solved.

“you’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he muttered against your ear, hips rolling slow and deep. “but i don’t intend to stop until it wears off.”

your mouth dropped open in a soundless moan. he was thick, perfectly curved, bottoming out with every stroke like it was nothing. every time you tried to steady yourself, he’d just grab your hips tighter and fuck you harder—his voice still maddeningly even.

“look at you. arching for it already.”

one hand slid up your spine and curled gently around your throat—not choking, just there. a silent reminder of his control.

“do you like this?” he whispered. “do you like being used to stabilize my symptoms?”

you whimpered—no words, just a shaky nod—and he groaned low in his throat, pace picking up.

“you’re helping. so well, in fact, i might not stop even when it fades.”

your legs were trembling. your orgasm was building too fast, tight and unbearable and ravenous, and alhaitham just pressed his mouth to your ear and whispered:

“cum for me. now.”

you did, spasming around him, and he groaned like he’d been holding back for hours, slamming in deep and emptying himself inside you with a growl of satisfaction.

but he didn’t stop.

you flinched as he started moving again, slow and steady, already hard again, cock still stuffed inside your overstimulated pussy.

“the spell’s not done,” he said coolly, eyes half-lidded.

then he kissed your temple, softly.

“neither am i.”

neuvillette

it had been a quick fight. too quick for you to realize what the abyss mage had slipped into the room with—not until neuvillette turned to you afterward with wide, blown eyes and a tremble in his breath that made your chest seize.

“i—” he choked, his voice already hoarse. “i’ve been afflicted. please… please leave. i can’t—”

you took one step toward him, just one, and he shuddered, knees buckling slightly as he braced himself on the judge’s bench behind him. his breathing was ragged. his pupils had nearly eclipsed the soft blue of his eyes. and his whole body—

he was shaking.

“no,” you said quietly, “i’m not leaving you like this.”

that was when he snapped.

you weren’t even sure how fast he moved, only that suddenly your back was pressed to the polished wood of the bench, your legs forced open by large, trembling hands, and neuvillette was growling against your mouth as he kissed you like he’d been starving for centuries.

“i tried,” he rasped. “i tried to be noble. i tried to be good.”

he dragged his lips down your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin, and whimpered—an honest-to-archons whimper—as if the flavor of you was enough to undo him.

“but it hurts,” he choked. “it hurts so much. please let me… please—”

his cock was rock hard, thick and twitching in his trousers, already leaving a soaked, glistening patch on the front. he ground himself against your core like he couldn’t breathe otherwise—moaning deep in his throat as the pressure gave him momentary relief.

“i shouldn’t—do this,” he gasped. “i shouldn’t—use you this way—”

“but you need it,” you whispered, gripping his coat and pulling him closer. “don’t you?”

that was all it took.

he tore through your clothes—not with violence, but with urgency, reverence, desperation—and buried his face between your legs like a man sentenced to die. licked you until you were slick and dripping, trembling under his tongue, and then finally—finally—he pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and sank inside.

“ah—” he gasped, voice cracked and broken. “you’re perfect. too perfect. you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t let me—”

you cried out as he bottomed out. he was huge, stretching you wide, and every pulse of his cock sent a gush of wetness dripping down your thighs. he wasn’t even moving yet—just trembling, panting, holding himself back with visible agony.

“neuvillette,” you begged, wrapping your arms around him. “please. don’t hold back.”

his restraint shattered.

he fucked you against that bench like he was trying to drive the curse out of his bloodstream—deep, punishing thrusts that made your eyes roll back, your nails dig into his shoulders, your cunt tighten helplessly around him as slick soaked down your thighs and dripped onto the courtroom floor.

the whole time, he was moaning, whimpering things like:

“i’m sorry—so sorry—but you feel too good—”

“i need to cum—i have to cum—inside, inside—please—”

“won’t you let me breed you, mon ange? i can’t stop—i can’t stop—”

and you barely managed to scream his name before he came hard, hips slamming into yours as his cock throbbed and released a flood of hot, viscous cum inside you. the pressure was insane. it leaked out around him instantly, coating the wood below.

but he didn’t stop.

“still burning,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “still too hot. i need more—you—i need to keep going—”

and that dragon tail curled around your thigh as he started again, more desperate than before.

mualani

you should’ve known something was wrong the second her hands started trembling.

mualani was always warmth wrapped in sunshine. she laughed like wind chimes in the breeze, kissed you softly, and touched you like you were made of something softer than skin. there was always a flower in her hand and starlight in her smile. but now?

now she was staring at you like she didn’t know how to hold back.

the abyss spell shimmered faintly around her—silvery-green mist curling around her marked arms and flushed cheeks, catching in the light like dew. her lips were parted, giggling softly under her breath as she tried (and failed) to keep her thighs pressed together.

“oh,” she hiccuped, a little breathless, “i think i touched something i shouldn’t have… it tickled all the way up my spine. and now i can’t stop thinking about you. your skin, your thighs, your… everything—hahh, oh no, i’m so sorry, i sound crazy, don’t i?”

“mua,” you murmured, hands on her waist, trying to steady her. “it’s the spell. it’s messing with you—maybe we should sit down—”

but she just let out another soft, high giggle, burying her face in your neck. “too late. i already want you. i already need you.”

and then she was kissing you—light and fluttering at first, like she was trying to be good, trying to keep her usual sweetness intact. but her mouth was hot and needy, and the little noises spilling from her lips betrayed her. her whole body trembled, glowing with that blue-yellow aura, her vision pulsing around you like plankton caught in a whirlpool.

she gasped when your hand slid up under her skirt, clinging to you like she was melting. “i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i just—can i…? can i feel you?”

you nodded before your brain could catch up. “yeah. yes. please.”

she giggled again, all breathy and dazed. “hehe… you’re warm. i love that. i love you.”

clothes came off in soft, clumsy motions—skirts pushed up, lips still brushing, chests heaving. she kissed you all over, from your cheek to your hipbone, humming delightedly at every sigh you made. and then, with her face flushed and her pupils blown wide, she pressed her cunt to yours.

“oh—oh, goodness,” she gasped, head falling back. “you’re so wet. that’s from me, right? i made you feel that good already?”

you could barely breathe, let alone answer. her slick skin was grinding against yours, hips trembling as she moved—slow, at first, and then a little faster, moaning softly each time her clit brushed yours. her legs locked around your thigh and she rocked against you in tight little circles, giggles tumbling into gasps.

“mua,” you whimpered, clutching her waist. “fuck—mua, you feel so good—keep going, please don’t stop—”

“‘course i won’t,” she said, almost drunkenly, her face glowing. “i could stay like this forever. pretty girl, pretty girl, you’re so soft. so perfect.”

her hands curled into yours as your slick bodies slid together, mess building between you. the moss below was damp with sweat and arousal, petals crushed under your bodies. you couldn’t stop moaning—your voices tangling in the air, high and desperate, hips grinding harder and faster until your thighs started to shake.

“i’m gonna cum,” she whined, voice all shaky and high-pitched. “please—cum with me—want you to make a mess with me—”

“i’m—fuck, yes, mualani, yes—!”

you clung to each other like vines, bodies trembling as the heat shattered between you. you came in sync—sobbing, grinding through it, her giggles dissolving into little gasps and praise.

she collapsed against you, face buried in your neck, giggling and sighing all at once. “oops.” she whispered, grinning.

your thighs were still shaking. “mua. you nearly killed me.”

“don’t be silly,” she said, eyes glittering. “i don't think this is wearing off anytime soon.”

and then she was sliding her leg back between yours again, breath catching.

“again?” she whispered.

you just pulled her closer. “again.”

childe

“fuck—! ajax—!”

he laughs, low and breathless, as he slams into you again—your knees sliding against the furs beneath you, snow melting into steam around your tangled bodies.

“you say my name like it’s gonna save you, pretty girl,” he pants, one hand tangled in your hair, the other squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. “but it won’t. not from this.”

the spell hit him mid-fight, some abyss mage’s last-ditch effort before childe sliced him clean through. and at first? he brushed it off. laughed it off. “ha, what’s this? a love spell? cute.”

until he caught your scent.

and then it was over.

he dragged you into a half-collapsed tent behind enemy lines, tossed you down like a prize, and now? he’s ruining you—balls-deep, unrelenting, grinning even as he snarls.

“you sure this was a spell?” he growls, teeth grazing your ear as he fucks you through another wave of overstimulation. “because i’ve wanted to bend you over like this since day one. maybe the abyss just helped me along.”

your body jerks with each thrust, moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. he’s so deep it’s like he’s trying to breed you, to plant himself inside you until he can’t be removed.

“look at you,” he coos, licking a stripe up your neck. “so cockdrunk, so fucking needy. what’s wrong, sweetheart? don’t tell me you like when the enemy wins.”

you sob out his name, and he slaps your ass, cock twitching deep inside you.

“say it louder. let them hear.”

you scream for him—broken, breathless—and he fucking shudders.

“ohhh fuck, yeah. that’s it. let ‘em know you’re mine now. that this sweet little body belongs to the fatui’s number 11.”

he fucks you harder. deeper. his cock stretching you open like your cunt was made for him. and then he pulls you up by the hair, flush against his chest, his breath hot and shaky against your ear.

“i’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers, biting down. “and when this spell wears off, you’ll still feel it. still leak with me for days. and if we’re lucky? i’ll knock you up too. make sure the abyss spell sticks with you for life.”

your thighs quake. your orgasm hits like a bomb. and behind you, childe laughs again, full of heat and madness and pure fucking obsession.

“guess we’re both victims of the spell now, huh, baby?”

dainsleif ― bonus!

you don’t remember how the fight ended. just the burst of dark magic cracking through your ribs like lightning, and then—heat.

not just arousal. not something manageable. no. it’s suffocating. a deep, clawing ache in your womb that pulses harder with every breath of dainsleif’s scent.

he drags you to safety. sets up camp. checks your wounds. all while you tremble, every touch of his gloved hands burning you alive.

you try to hide it at first—gripping your thighs, biting your lip raw. but your whimper gives you away, and his head snaps toward you.

“…it affected you.”

you nod, shaking. desperate. so fucking wet it’s dripping onto the furs. and dain? he just sighs. gentle. almost pitying. he pulls off his gloves with slow precision.

“lie back.”

“w-what?”

his voice stays calm. measured. but his eyes—glowing, unreadable—pin you in place.

“you need relief. you’ll burn through your own mind if you don’t get it. i’m not affected by the abyss’ magic... but i can offer you my body.” he pauses. “use me. however you need.”

your brain short-circuits.

then you’re climbing on top of him, fingers digging into his shoulders, sobbing his name as you sink down onto his cock for the first time.

and fuck, he’s big. thick. heavy. stretching you open perfectly—and you don't even care. you need it. you ride him like you’ll die without it, hips snapping down hard, tears spilling down your cheeks as your cunt flutters around him.

“dain—! dain, please, i can’t— i need more, i need—”

he grips your hips, steady but unyielding, holding you open as you bounce on him.

“shhh,” he breathes, voice like silk. “take what you need. i’m not going anywhere.”

and you do. you fuck yourself on his cock until your thighs shake and your moans turn hoarse. until your pussy is soaked and red and raw, clenching down again and again like it never wants to let go.

dain watches the whole thing. chest rising slowly, lips parted, but never losing control. just… observing. letting you devour him.

“you’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs eventually, one hand smoothing up your back. “even consumed by madness. so full of need… like the abyss carved its hunger into you.”

you cry out as another orgasm crashes through you, pussy milking him—and only then does he shift, just enough to thrust up into you once. a warning.

“that’s enough,” he says, voice low. “you’ve taken your fill. now it’s my turn.”

you blink through the haze—and then dain flips you. presses you into the furs and fucks you so deep you swear you can taste it, murmuring about how good you feel, how well you took him, how he’s going to fuck the abyss right out of you—

until you can’t think. can’t breathe. can’t exist without him.

and through it all, dain holds you like something sacred. a relic to be cherished. a temple overtaken by hunger and worshipped with every thrust of his cock.

a/n: can u tell who my genshin fave is idk

[formulafanfics13]

could you do quiet reader x lando? like, they’ve been dating for a few weeks and she’s always been meek and very quiet in bed, just soft breaths, and he finally decides he’s going to do whatever he can to rip those sounds from her?

Say Something - LN4 🔥

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Summary: After three weeks of quiet, gentle sex, Lando finally confronts his girlfriend about her silence in bed. Determined to break her walls down, he sets out to hear her moan, cry, beg — and counts every sound she makes while wrecking her with his mouth, fingers, and cock. What begins as teasing turns into a filthy, emotional, voice-cracking sex marathon that leaves her breathless, sobbing, and begging for more.

Warnings: Degradation/praise kink, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk, sound kink, mild orgasm control, emotional vulnerability, aftercare. All consensual.

They’d been dating for three weeks. Three weeks of soft smiles and awkward hand-holding, of Lando brushing his fingers across the back of her neck like he couldn’t believe she was real. Three weeks of sleepovers that ended in shy kisses and quiet sex and her always looking away when she came.

She was silent in bed. Painfully, devastatingly quiet. No moaning. No gasping. Just those soft, trembling breaths against his collarbone, barely-there whimpers when he pushed a little deeper, when he curled his fingers just right.

It wasn’t that she didn’t feel it. He could tell she did. Her body betrayed her every time. The way her thighs clenched. The way her nails dug into his skin. The way her chest stuttered against his mouth when he kissed down to her ribs and sucked a mark right above her hip.

But her voice? Her voice stayed locked up tight. And for a while, Lando didn’t push. Didn’t ask. He thought maybe she was just shy. Maybe she didn’t like hearing herself. Maybe she’d had someone in her past who mocked her for being too loud, too desperate, too much. He knew how fucking cruel people could be.

But tonight? Tonight, he’d had enough. She was in his bed again. Curled up in his hoodie, makeup smudged from a long day, legs tucked under her like she didn’t realise she owned the whole fucking room just by being in it. And Lando was pacing. Barefoot. Shirtless. Restless. Watching her. Thinking about all the sounds she hadn’t made yet. All the filthy, perfect noises he knew she was capable of.

He stopped at the edge of the bed. She looked up, blinking. “You okay?”

“No,” he said.

Her brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to hear you.” She froze. “I want to fucking hear you,” he said again, voice low now. Controlled. Like he was fighting to keep it soft. “You’re always so quiet. So good. And I get it, babe, I do, but I’m losing my fucking mind.”

Her lips parted. Nothing came out.

“You’re gonna say something tonight,” he whispered, crawling onto the bed. “Even if I have to rip it out of you.”

Her breath hitched. And Lando smiled. Not a sweet smile. A wolf smile. A victory smile.

“Lie down,” he said. She obeyed. Slowly. Back flat on the pillows. Eyes wide.

He straddled her hips, not rough, but firm. Caged her in with his arms. Stared down at her like she was a puzzle he was about to destroy. “You trust me?” he asked.

She nodded. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

His cock twitched at the sound of her voice. That tremble. That crack in her throat like she wasn’t used to saying things out loud. He kissed her. Deep. Hungry. Like he was starving for more. His hands slid up her hoodie. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. That made him grin against her mouth.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Already halfway there.”

He pushed the fabric up and off, exposing her chest. Traced his thumbs across her nipples until she gasped, almost involuntarily. He froze. Then pulled back. “What was that?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Nothing.”

He smirked. “That’s one.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I’m counting every sound I get out of you,” he said. “I’m gonna make you hit fifty.”

She laughed. Nervous. “Lan-”

“Two.”

He ducked down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Bit lightly. Swirled his tongue. She gasped again. Louder. “Three.”

She whimpered. “Four.”

His hands slid down her waist, under the hem of her shorts. They were damp already. He felt it. Groaned.

“No panties?” he teased.

She shook her head, breath catching. “Five,” he whispered.

She bit her lip. He yanked her shorts off. Spread her thighs. Stared. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he muttered, running two fingers through her folds, teasing her clit just to watch her squirm. “Dripping all over my sheets and you’ve barely said a word.”

She let out a shaky moan. “Six.”

He leaned in. Licked a stripe up her slit. Slow. Deliberate. She jolted. “Lando-”

“Seven,” he grinned against her.

And then he devoured her. Tongue on her clit. Fingers sliding inside. Curling. Pressing. Slow and steady until she was gasping, whimpering, writhing beneath him.

“Nine. Ten. Eleven, god, twelve, that one was cute.”

She tried to cover her face. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them down. “No hiding,” he growled. “You sound so fucking good.”

She whimpered again. He kept counting. By twenty-five, she was sobbing. By thirty, she was begging. And by forty-two, she came so hard she nearly screamed. He didn’t stop.

“Forty-three,” he panted, sliding up her body, kissing her tears. “You good?”

She nodded, dazed.

“You done?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Forty-four,” he laughed, lining himself up and slamming into her.

She cried. He fucked her slow. Deep. Hard enough to make the headboard shake, soft enough to keep his thumb on her clit, coaxing her higher. Coaxing her open. “Say my name,” he said.

She tried. Failed.

He thrust deeper. “Say it.”

“L-Lando-”

“Forty-five.”

“Please-”

“Forty-six.”

“Harder-”

“Forty-seven,” he moaned, slamming into her with brutal rhythm. “Fucking hell, you’re perfect.”

“Gonna come again,” she gasped.

“Forty-eight.”

He kissed her.

“Lando-please, I need-”

“Forty-nine.”

And when she came again, loud and raw and sobbing his name. “Fifty,” he whispered. “Fuck, baby. You did it.”

He collapsed on top of her, still hard, still inside, panting against her throat. She wrapped her arms around him. And for the first time since they started seeing each other, she said it without fear.

“I want more.” 

 His cock twitched. “Oh, you’re so getting more.”

[joelsgoodgirl]

Give You What You Like

Part 1: Strangers

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: E/ 18+ MDNI

WC: 5.2k

Summary: You were never supposed to see Joel Miller again. You'd traded your body for pills years ago, and it had ruined you. Even after you'd found your way to Jackson from Boston, he'd still managed to end up back in your life.

Tags: afab reader, sexual themes, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, degradation, mean!joel, drugs for sex, alcohol use/abuse, drug use/abuse, age gap (joel is 50s/60s, reader is 20/30)

A/N: This is a three part series! I have posted it before, but I decided it needed a revamp. I hope you all enjoy! I made a playlist to listen to while you read that fits the vibe well. You can listen to it here. Each chapter is titled after a song.

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You’d been in Jackson for almost three years now. You’d come stumbling through the snow, half frozen to death, delusional and starving. There’d been so many guns pointed at you, yet you still wouldn’t say it was the scariest moment you’d lived through in your thirty years of life. No, that was reserved for the moment Joel Miller came through that field with a teenager in tow. 

It had been almost ten years since you’d seen him. You were never supposed to see him again. 

“Fuck, baby, just like that.”

“So pretty down on your knees for me.” 

“Such a good girl.” 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when someone clears their throat behind you, causing you to spin around on your barstool. You put on a fake grin as Tommy sits down next to you, beer already in hand. 

“Doin’ okay?” He asks, the look on his face far too sympathetic for you. You’d overheard him talking to Maria about Joel one day, the name ringing in your ears after not hearing it for years. You’d told them the basic details. You’d known Joel for a few months in the Boston QZ. You’d gone on a few smuggles with him, but nothing more than that. You didn’t, couldn’t, tell them about how many times you’d ended up tangled in his sheets. You were young then, certainly too young for a rough man like him…But you were naive, impressionable. 

Your grin drops, irritation taking its place. Of course you’re not okay. But it’s been too long, yet not long enough. You knew he was using you, you’d known it since the beginning. It was an offer at first, you’d gotten beaten by a FEDRA officer pretty badly, and Oxy was the best thing you could get. But at only twenty years old, you didn’t have much. So you’d given him your mouth. Down and dirty, no gentle touches or whispered words. Just the saltiness of him on your tongue and a baggie of pills in your pocket. 

“I’m hanging in there. Weird to see old friends.” You make your voice as nonchalant as possible, giving him a reassuring smile. “Who’s the kid?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. 

“Dragged her from Boston, apparently.” Tommy says, giving a noncommittal shrug. “Takin’ her to Salt Lake in the mornin’. Says he isn’t gonna go, but I know he’ll change his mind.” 

You swallow back your disappointment and hurt, but it must be visible on your face.

Tommy’s features become more concerned, his lips parting as he readied to ask you something.

You shake your head.

He was going to leave without a word. He’d barely even looked at you and he was already leaving. 

You scowl against your own will, taking another heavy sip of your beer. “Well good.” You finally say, the energy behind your words not quite reaching. “Glad he’s finally doin’ something good.” That comes out more sincere, softer, as you stare at the bubbles in your beer, your eyes following the lines they create as they float to the surface. 

Tommy looks at you sympathetically. You know he knows. He has to. He doesn’t say so. 

You can feel the tears stinging your nose, and you have to bite down hard on the inside of your cheek. Not here, not now. You don't deserve to cry over him, not after all these years. You finish the rest of your beer and stand from the stool, patting Tommy on the shoulder once. 

“I’ll see you around.” Is all you can manage before you’re walking out the doors.

It’s started to snow now, the fat flakes landing on your jacket. You feel the tears falling on your cheeks, streaking like boiling water against your freezing skin. 

You manage to get to your home without fully breaking down, shuffling through the slowly accumulating snow as you sniff away your tears. 

You reach for your bottle of moonshine, traded for one of your quilts, settling by the fire. 

All you can think about is Joel. How he’s just a few streets away, likely packing to ditch in the morning. Without saying as much as a word to you. 

You weren’t even sure if he recognized you. You’d had your hat on, your scarf pulled over your mouth as your gun pointed to him out in the snow covered field. You’d watched with mild irritation as the dog left both him and the girl alone. And his eyes had merely glanced over you, not a hint of recognition from him. It had stung, a sharp pain in your chest. 

“Take the pills and get the fuck out. I ain’t got anymore time for a whore who ain’t nothin’ but a good fuck.” 

His words come flying to the forefront of your mind when a quarter the bottle is gone. Those gut-wrenching, soul-piercing words. 

He was never yours, not really. A means to an end. It was never supposed to end up like this. 

An ache that never went away. He really had ruined you. His words constantly echoing in your head as you lay alone night after night. 

You’d not been with anyone since. 

You didn’t want to be. 

Your frown deepens as you tip the bottle more and more, anger bubbling from a deep place you’d decided to lock away. You still weren’t sure if you were angry at him or yourself. 

Angry at him for abandoning you when you needed him. 

Angry at yourself for falling for him. 

You’d gotten addicted to his pills and his cock. 

“I was told you could get me pills.” Your face was swollen, you were sure the officer chipped a couple of your teeth too. All because you’d had a bad day and his attitude had set yours off. 

You watched the man beside you stiffen out of the corner of your eye. You’d held your breath, hoping that you’d gotten the right person. 

“Depends on what you’ve got.” His gruff voice sent shivers down your spine, both out of anxiety and general attraction. 

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye again, your brow furrowing. “Not much. Couple cigarettes, a few rations.” You finally say, sighing softly. You were almost shocked when he turned his head toward you. 

“What’s a kid like you need with pills?” His eyes glanced over your face, over the black eye and split lip. 

“Why do any of us need them?” You ask, bristling a little bit. “And I’m not a kid. I’m almost 20.”

He laughs, bitter and biting, at you. “You’re a kid to me.” 

You bristle further, grinding your teeth and wincing at the pain that radiates through your jaw. “Yeah, well, who’s got the chance to be a kid anymore.” 

He simply shrugs, his eyes forward again. “Area four. Building 10. Apartment 17. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

Your eyes snap back to his face, a little taken aback. “Okay.” Is all you can manage, your heart stuttering in your chest.

He walks away without another word, leaving you lost in your own thoughts and anxieties of what was to come. 

You arrive the next day with a few cigarettes stuffed in your jacket pocket and nerves upsetting your stomach. You lift your hand to knock, but before you could the door was wrenched open. 

A mean looking woman appears on the other side, staring you down for just a moment before her face softens just the slightest. “Ice‘ll help that.” She says after giving you a once over before slipping past you. 

You make eye contact with Joel on the couch. He stares at you, unmoving. “Well?”

His voice shocks you from your trance as you tentatively walk inside, closing the door behind you. You shove your hand into your pocket, holding out the foil wrapped cigarettes. “I’ve only got two.” You say, suddenly aware how small your voice sounded. 

Joel eyes the packet for just a moment before sighing heavily, standing and leaving the room. He comes back with four pills in one palm, holding his empty hand out to you once he’s close enough. 

You glance down at the pills, then up at his face. “Only four?” You ask, frowning softly. 

“Lucky it ain’t two.” He says gruffly as you place the cigarettes in his palm. 

“I need more.” You say, quickly in one breath, your voice wavering slightly. “What can I do to get more?”

“You an addict or somethin?” He asks, his eyes narrowing. 

You shake your head, blinking a few times. “No…Just in pain.”

He huffs in response, pressing the pills into your palm. “Don’t come back.”

You almost see a hint of compassion in his eyes, but it’s gone before you can figure it out. You leave without another word, the pills safely in your pocket. 

He was gone in the morning like Tommy had predicted. It was almost a relief but you still felt the aching need to talk to him settle deep in your chest. A back and forth war within yourself of your past and present, hating him and needing him. 

Maria found you at the bar this time around. 

It had been two weeks since he’d left, and you felt as if you were dealing with the first loss all over again. You knew you were spiraling, feeling like you were going through the five stages of grief. Just a few days ago you were arguing with yourself, promising that the next time you’d say something. Now all you wanted to do was cry because he left you… again. 

“You need to talk to someone.” Maria said as she sat down at the table you were at. 

Your eyes meet hers for a moment before you take another sip of your homemade mead. “I don’t need to. I need everyone in this town to stop worrying about me so much and just let me work through it.” You hadn’t meant to sound so tense, your hand tightening slightly around your glass. 

Maria just shook her head at you, her lips thinning. “We’re worried about you, honey. I don’t know exactly what happened between you and Joel, but I can tell you that this…” She gestures to you, her hand trailing up and down. “…isn’t worth it. And I’m sure a smart woman like you knows he isn’t.” 

You groan softly, setting your glass down to run your hand through your hair, the other arm resting across your stomach in a protective gesture. “If I tell you anything, it stays between us.” 

Maria nods, her face serious for a moment. “I protect my friend’s privacy.”

You can’t help the warm feeling that floods your chest, a small smile finally gracing your lips before dropping it. “Not here though. Could you come by my place later to talk?” You sound hesitant, still not sure if fully confessing to Maria what happened was a good idea. But she is right, you do need to talk to someone. 

Three weeks in a row you’ve come to him almost every other day, eyes pleading for the pills. 

There was something about the way they made you float, unfeeling, for just a little bit. 

This time, though, you had nothing. 

“Please, Joel. I’ll do anything. I just need a couple more.” You hated begging, it felt degrading and made your skin crawl, but you were starting to feel less and less floaty every time. 

“I gave you an extra one last time. Fuck off, kid.” Joel gruffs at you, 

You wrap your arms over your chest in a defensive manner, a habit of yours, a crease forming between your brows. “Please.” You say again, your voice breaking a little. “I’ll do anything.” You take a chance, stepping closer to him. You’ve never offered anything like what you were offering, what you hoped he knew you were offering so you didn’t need to say it out loud. 

“Not a fuckin’ chance.” Joel says, taking a step away from you. “Don’t go offerin’ stuff like that around here, kid. Gonna get yourself hurt.” 

You bristle slightly at the supposedly endearing term, only coming out vicious on Joel’s tongue. “I’m not a fucking kid.” You bite back, irritated you have to snap about it again. You slump a little as the devastating realization of what you were offering finally hits you. “Please.” You say again, swallowing thickly. “I don’t have a choice.” You add softly, looking down at your own feet as you try to avoid choking on your own voice. 

Joel stiffens slightly at your admission, a flash of something dark in his eyes. “I’ll give you five for a ration card.” He knew it was a loss on his part, but he wanted you out. He didn’t want to give into his own desires when he saw you. Your wide, innocent eyes that glimmered with appreciation whenever he handed you over the pills. He should feel guilty, watching you slip slowly into the addictions he himself fought. You’re too young, far too young. 

You step closer to him, your heart rate picking up. “Ten if I suck your cock. Won’t come back for a week.” You rush out the words, your tongue feeling thick and heavy in your mouth. 

Joel tenses further as you come closer, the smell of something sweet wafting off you. Vanilla? Flowers? He’s momentarily distracted by the feminine smell of you, failing to see your hand come up to his chest, his muscles jumping as you place your hand over his sternum. 

You look up at his face, searching his features for any type of severe discomfort. You swallow again at his silence, stepping even closer as you slide your hand across his chest to his shoulder. He shudders under your touch, his gaze hardening on you. “It’s not as if I haven’t thought about it before.” You say, your voice quiet still as your eyes follow your hand. You startle when his hand grasps your wrist, stilling your movement. 

“You’d better have payment next week. Proper payment.” His voice is low and gruff, his grip tightening. “Ain’t gonna do this more than once.” You almost gasp in surprise when he yanks your hand in between the two of you, pressing your hand against the bulge in his jeans. 

You suck in a breath through your nose as you palm his slowly hardening cock through his jeans, swallowing the saliva building in your mouth. You’d blown boyfriends in the past, sure, but never for something like this. 

He huffs out another breath as he pulls away from you, and you almost ask until he’s flopping onto the couch, spreading his legs wide and jerking his chin at you. 

You’re far more nervous than you’d like to be as you slowly walk over to him, kneeling down in between his legs. You tentatively reach up, palming him again as you lean forward to nuzzle against the outline of his cock. 

“Jesus Christ.” Joel breathes as he lays his hand heavily against the top of your head. “Really wanted this, huh?” It sounds half amusement, half wonder. You blink up at him as you pull his belt from the buckle, opening it and working open the button of his jeans. He lifts his hips as you pull his pants and boxers down just enough, another small gasp escaping you as his cock slaps up against his flannel. Your eyes flick between his eyes and his cock as you lean to grasp it by the base, leaning forward enough to take a tentative lick of the precome beading at his tip.

The taste of him immediately has you craving more, and you finally admit how much you really did want this. You hum softly as you shuffle closer, placing your other hand on his still covered thigh to ground yourself as you finally take the head of his cock into your mouth. He groans above you as you swirl your tongue around the bulbous tip, licking through the slit. His low noises spur you on as you lower your mouth on him, starting a steady rhythm as you start to raise and lower your head. 

“Fuck, baby, just like that.”  He groans as his head falls back, his hips twitching as he bumps against the back of your throat. 

You swallow around him as you fight your gag reflex, your eyes welling with tears as your throat constricts. He practically whines as you swallow, the noise causing an involuntary moan to bubble up your throat as you hollow your cheeks, focusing your tongue on the underside as you feel him pulse against your tongue. His hand is still heavy on your head, not guiding, but simply resting. 

“Gonna come in that pretty little mouth.” Joel grunts, his eyes boring into yours as you begin to bob your head again, your fingers digging into his thighs as he begins to softly thrust into your mouth, going deeper than you’d had him yet. You gag around the intrusion but he continues, forcing your throat to relax as he continues thrusting into your mouth. “Made for suckin’ cock, huh?” He asks, his voice pure gravel as your mouth brings him closer to climax. “Just a little slut who loves having a cock down her throat. Was your plan from the beginning, wasn’t it?” 

You whimper and try to shake your head “no”, but his tightening grip in your hair keeps you still. His words sting a little bit, but there’s a part of you that sings praise at his word, your clit thrumming in your soaked underwear.

“Right, mouth too full to speak. Gonna swallow it all? Fuck-” His words get cut off as you moan around him, sucking more harshly now. “Jesus Christ.” His hips are bucking into your mouth a little harder now, his cock punching the back of your throat, tears leaking steadily from your eyes as you moan around him again. “God, such a good girl, takin’ me so well. Gonna- Fuck, gonna come. Look so pretty cryin’ on my- Fuck!” And then he was, a choked gasp forcing its way up his throat as his cock pulses in your mouth. 

You’re gone less than 10 minutes later, the precious pills tucked in a plastic baggie in your front pocket. 

So you tell Maria every little detail. How it all started, why it all started. About your drug addiction you’d fallen into being around him for almost 6 months. 

“I almost overdosed the day he left.” You tell her, silent tears now falling down your cheeks. You let out a wet laugh, wiping at your face. “It’s fucking pathetic , Maria. Even ten years later, I think I might still love him. And I hate that I do. I’ve never said that out loud.” You’re feeling a little past tipsy now, trying to ignore the way she frowns when you reach for the bottle again. 

“I don’t think it’s pathetic.” She says sadly, her eyes following your hands as you fill your glass again. “You never got closure. It only makes sense. But really, honey…Joel?” She grimaces playfully, lightening the mood immediately. 

“Oh believe me, I’m mad about it too.” You laugh, self deprecatingly.  “Of all of the men in this godforsaken world we’re living in, it just had to be him. ” You take another drink, watching as Maria’s eyes follow the movement. “I’m working on it.” You say as you lower your glass to your knee, your eyes downcast. “One thing to the next. I’m really trying.” 

Maria’s mouth sets in a tight line before she sighs. “I want you to be careful with him.” She says your name, low and serious. “I know you think you know him, but Tommy told me what they used to do. Joel is not a good man.” 

Your face drops into a frown, uneasiness crawling through your veins like ice. “I know what he’s done. I was there for some of it.” You snap, your hand tightening around the glass. “It’s not like I wanted to fall in love with a man like him.” 

Maria leans back on the sofa, giving you physical distance. “No, I know you didn’t. But I don’t want you to think he’s changed-.” 

“Has Tommy?” Your harsh words cut her off, the words out before you could even think them.

Maria shakes her head at you, her mouth immediately opening to defend her husband, but you cut her off again.

“No, you know what. I shouldn’t have told you anything. Jesus, everyone is so judgmental and acts as if he isn’t just a human being. We’ve all done fucked up shit, Maria. That’s just the world now.” You stand and snatch the bottle from your coffee table, sending her one last glaring look. “You can see yourself out. I need to be alone.” You know you’re being immature, storming out of the room like a teenager throwing a tantrum. But quite frankly, you don’t care. You finally want to feel, you finally want to let go.

You fall onto your bed, screaming into your pillow and anger, frustration and pain course through you. You turn over onto your back, sighing heavily as you close your eyes to try and ground yourself. Try to prevent yourself from thinking about all those afternoons you’d spent with him. 

It, as usual, didn’t work. 

The first time he fucks you because you beg for it. Not for his pills, not for his fingers. For his cock. You could never admit it was for him. You’d never admit to him that after just three months of knowing him, you wanted him around forever. It was a hopeless thought in a world like this, dog eat dog and love never lasts. 

He had you backed against an alley wall, his fingers pumping in and out of you. 

“You did so good, baby girl. So damned good.” He breathes into your ear, pushing you closer to your release. You’d smuggled a ton of pills into the QZ for him, managing to pass the guards unnoticed. 

You whimper and whine as you grab at his shoulders, digging your forehead into his chest. “I need more.” You whine, tilting your head to nose at his neck. “Joel, please fuck me. Been so good for you. Please.” You feel him press his fingers hard into you, curling them against your front wall as his palm grinds against your clit. 

He groans into your ear, huffing out a couple short breaths. “Yeah? You want my cock?” He accentuates his words with a harder grind into your cunt. Sure, he’d been dreaming about fucking you, wishing he was coming in your cunt instead of your fist or your mouth. He pulls his fingers from you, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick your slick from his fingers as he usually did. “Turn around.” He says gruffly, already reaching for his belt. 

You turn around quickly, anticipation curling and burning at you as you work your pants down, bending slightly as he pushes at your shoulders. He isn’t kind when he shoves into you, pulling an agonized yelp from your lungs as he stretches you open. He almost immediately sets a sharp rhythm, the pain mixing and melting into pleasure the longer he’s inside you. You can’t do anything but whimper and whine as he practically destroys you, one of his hands clamping over your mouth while the other wraps around your waist. He pulls you back against his chest as he lifts you up, pinning you against the wall. “Shut the fuck up.” He hisses into your ear, his hips slapping sharply against your ass. “Gonna get us caught. You want the guards to know what a little whore you are? Fuckin’ dirty old men like me just to get a fix?” 

His words cause you to clench around him, used to his degrading words now, used to the way they make you gush instead of cringe. You shake your head against his palm, breathing hard through your nose as he cock reaches deeper inside than you’d thought possible. You close your eyes against his onslaught, the rough brick of the building scraping against the front of your body as he fucks you impossibly harder. You come with a sob into his hand, your entire body shaking. 

“Oh, fuck, good girl.” He praises you as he fucks you through your orgasm, grinding hard into you. “Makin’ me wanna fill that pretty little pussy up. Make you walk outta here dripping with me.” He practically growls in your ear, the first shiver of fear making its way down your spine. 

Your eyes widen as you wrench your mouth from his palm, panting hard. “No, please, not inside.” You whimper, the fear of what that could mean making panic rise in your throat. 

He groans in your ear, pulling from you before he steps away from the wall, spinning you around and pushing your head down. You immediately give into his request, dropping to your knees as you take his hard cock in your mouth, sucking on him the way you know drives him crazy. 

“So pretty down on your knees for me.” He grunts, his hands tangled in your hair so he can thrust into your mouth. 

He’s coming down your throat less than a minute later.

That was the first time you went back to your apartment and cried. The almost full pill bottle that still rattled in your jacket was the harsh reminder of exactly what this was getting you. You weren’t sure if the tears were from anger or devastation, but soon the three pills in your palm made you forget even him. 

You eventually make it back to live life as normal. Took a few more weeks, but you picked up the bottle less and less each day. Tommy was proud of you, but you still weren’t talking to Maria. Something had fractured between the two of you that day, something you weren’t sure you would be able to fix. 

But life goes on. It always does.

You get back into your routine, up before dawn every morning. Usually to the stables to greet the horses before you got to your chores. You hadn’t been on patrol duty for weeks now, Tommy giving you a break, or rather, distance from handling a gun too much right now. It irked you, being treated like you were broken. But you rationalized it to yourself, you knew he just had your best interest in mind. You weren’t unstable, not at all, just on edge. 

Everything was shifting back to normal as spring came around, the trees slowly starting to wake up, the snow starting to melt. 

A loud, pounding knock on your door startles you awake just as the sun came up on the horizon. Your hand reaches for a knife that’s no longer there as you open your front door, Tommy on the front step. 

“He’s back.” 

“You stupid girl.” Joel hisses in your face. He’s got you pinned to his front door, his forearm across your chest, crowding you.

“I’m sorry, please, Joel, I’m sorry.” You whimper, more tears falling from your face. 

“Couldn’t keep that stupid little mouth shut and fucked everything up. I should kill you right here.” He growls, pushing you harder into the wall.

You cry out in pain as your body goes limp, the fight slowly dying in you. “I didn’t think she’d tell anyone.” You blubber out, your eyes closed in complete submission. 

“No, you didn’t, did you?” He spits at you, his teeth grinding in anger. “You got FEDRA sniffin around my door because you couldn’t wait to tell someone what a whore you are. Bout the bottles every time I fuck ya.” 

You shy away from his angry words, guilt and shame bubbling in your stomach. You hadn’t known your friend was a snitch, the daughter of a higher officer. “I didn’t know.” You whimper out, feeling the pressure on your chest release as he steps away, his hands clenched in fists at his sides. You keep your body pressed against the door, crossing your arms over your stomach. “A-am I still gonna get my pills today?” You ask, more shame causing bile to rise in your throat. 

He lets out a bark of disbelief, his fists slapping against his thighs. “Ain’t that rich. Still beggin’ for a fix.” He swipes the bottle of pills off the table next to him, pouring them into his palm as he counts them. Less than 20 this time, he just wants you gone. “I’m done. This is it.” He says, his eyes finally looking up at you. 

You shake your head in panic, your eyes trained on his hand and the small amount of pills. “No, no, Joel, please. I need them. Where am I gonna find more?” You ask, panic constricting your voice. “Joel, I need you.” You say, the words choking you on their way up from the depths of your soul. It wasn’t the same admission as you needing the pills. Six months of this and you were in love with him. 

You knew he didn’t solely fuck you for the pills anymore. It became more frequent that you’d seek him out when you were craving him. The past month slowly dissolving into something that felt less like fucking. 

“Joel, baby please. I lo-” You start toward him, but slink back against the door when his face hardens and he speaks up. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He growls, his nostrils flaring. “ Take the pills and get the fuck out. I ain’t got anymore time for a whore who ain’t nothin’ but a good fuck. Makin' off with my pills as if a sloppy thing like you means anythin'  to me.” 

You can’t help the sob that raises in your gut, bubbling up and out in an inhuman sound. “Joel, no, please, don’t do this to me.” 

He crowds you again, the anger in his eyes causing you to cower this time. “Fuckin’ pathetic.” He shoves the pills in your hand before yanking you harshly away from the door and throwing it open. “I aint gonna say it twice. Don’t. Come. Back.” 

You’re tossed out the door before you can fully think, fully process what had just happened. 

You show up at his place the week after, shaking from the slight withdrawal, and from nerves. You knock but no one answers. It’s late, much too late for Joel to be out. You lay down on the floor to look under the door for any signs of life.

It’s empty. Bare. Abandoned. 

You find one of his “buddies”. 

He’s gone. For good. Never coming back to Boston. 

You buy the pills from his acquaintance, using the rest of your ration cards. 

You almost don’t make it to the next day. 

But you move on after your brush with death. You become stronger. 

But you don’t think you’ll ever stop missing him. 

He’s ruined you for anyone else. You knew from the very first moment he had.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Meet the Millers - Chapter 15

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 8000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I’m sorry this took so long to get to. I’ll make it up by word count and an additional chapter!  Well folks, it's finally here! I originally ended this series back in April 2022, nearly a year before TLOU season 1 debuted. I thought it was over, but not only did I have a few scenes I wanted to write but wouldn't fit, SO MANY PEOPLE asked me for more. No one more than @theewokingdead so I dedicate this last half of the series to her!

Posted in 2022: This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 29

Benny: 36

Will: 39

Joel: 51

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<<Chapter 14<<

“They were definitely here,” Will kneels down, sliding one of Ellie’s comics out from under a makeshift bed on the floor in a basement. We had ridden more than several miles out, following their trail, which led us here. We had ditched the horses once we realized we were tracking other people as well. Horses are really obvious and may be a magnet for anyone who is starving through winter. Will hands me the comic and I gently run my hand along the front, a memory of Ellie overacting a scene from it flashing before me. I swing my backpack around and carefully stick it inside, resituating the pack. 

We head back out and into the house next to this one. Benny counts on his fingers, giving us the countdown before he opens the door. The door opens and we move as one unit, a quiet gasp leaving my lips as we all take in the mess in the living room. 2 dead bodies, each brutally tortured and eventually killed, left behind to rot. Benny moves into the room, pushing each body over with his boot to look at their faces. Neither one of them familiar. I let out a breath of relief at that. We clear the rest of the house and meet in the kitchen.

“Think that was Joel?” I ask, gesturing towards the living room.

Will nods. “Looks like his handiwork.”

My mind wanders back to a conversation that Joel and I had, about his previous life. The one  after outbreak day. Where he tortured and stole and lot of other horrible things that he very much regrets. A small lump in my throat forms and I swallow it down, thinking of what that must have cost him to do that. But I also know that it would be no hesitation on his part to do that to anyone who hurt any one of us or took-

“Someone has Ellie,” I blurt out over their conversation.

Benny’s eyebrows pinch together. “What? Why do you think that?”

“Why else would Joel torture people like that? He’s not sadistic. And if it was for supplies, he’d have just taken them. Or…or maybe killed them. But torture? He was after information. And the only reason he wouldn’t have waited for us to catch up is if-”

“Someone took Ellie,” Benny finishes, his eyes hardening as he clenches his jaw. “So…how do we find these fuckers?”

Will takes out his map and starts to study it while I motion for Benny to follow me. I head back into the living room and we each start to pad down the bodies. Finding nothing of importance, we head back into the kitchen, Will hunched over the map he spread on the kitchen table. He glances up at us. “Anything?”

I shake my head. “No. Not even a weapon. Joel must have taken them. You?” I walk up and place my hand on his back, looking down at the map. 

He points to a few places on it. “There are some neighborhoods around here, like this one. And this resort up the road a few miles. It’s a lot of houses.”

Benny shifts his rifle up higher on his shoulder. “Let’s look outside. See if we can find anything. Joel is good about covering his tracks but maybe he left us some clues.” We all file out after Benny, Will stuffing his now folded up map back in his inside jacket pocket. It doesn’t take us long to find some tracks, but they also look like an injured person walking. 

“He’s hurt,” I say, pressing my gloved hand into the bootprint in the snow. “I’m not sure if it’s a leg injury, but he’s limping pretty good.” I swallow down that familiar lump. “It looks like just him. No tracks for Ellie.”

“Fuck,” Benny whispers. “Let’s go get these assholes.”

Despite being injured and in a rush, Joel does a pretty damn good job of covering his tracks, the thick snow giving him extra cover. We track him for a few miles, Will referring to the map and deducing that we were heading towards the resort. But then his tracks veer off, heading down a road when the resort was up it. 

“Do you smell that?” Benny asks and we all sniff. Smoke. We all start looking around for any sign of a blaze. The trees are tall, making visibility difficult, even in snow. We continue following his tracks, rounding a corner before we see the smoke billowing out from a small building, probably a former restaurant of some kind. We draw our guns, picking up the pace towards the burning building. 2 figures come from around the back of the building, stumbling in the snow. We all freeze and I jam the scope to my eye, aiming towards the moving people. 

“Joel! Ellie!” I nearly yell but remember myself and whisper it to the boys instead, pretty much running towards them. They see us and turn towards us, both of them leaning on the other. Ellie crashes into Benny and I lunge at Joel, throwing my arms around him and immediately jumping back when he cries out in pain. 

“What happened? Where are you hurt?” I start pawing at his clothes. Joel gently takes my hand and guides it over his clothes to his abdomen. 

“Here. Roughly stitched. Got infected but Ellie got me antibiotics.”

“I need to look at that wound asap. Are you ok to walk?”

He nods. “Yeah. We need to get away from here. Where are the horses?”

Will chimes in. “Had to send them off once we knew we were tracking people other than you two.”

“Damn. Would’ve been nice.”

I move to Ellie who leans into me, a quiet sob wracking her body. “Hey, sshhh it’s ok. Joel got you. We’re all here now. Ellie, I need you to tell me. Are you injured?” 

She shakes her head and speaks into my shoulder. “Just a little. Nothing major.”

“You can walk?” She nods. I look at them all. “We have to move.”

—----

Somehow, we manage to get a few miles from the blaze without any issue, a small gas station our salvation. Once cleared, I guide Joel and Ellie into the back office, motioning for Joel to sit in the office chair and Ellie on the desk. She insists she’s fine, but I know that look. She does have some minor abrasions on her hands, some small bruises and cuts. The blood on her was not hers and I hope the fucker it belongs to died slowly and horribly. She’s quiet. Too quiet. As I wipe the last of the blood from her face, I cup her cheeks, getting her to look up at me. 

“You’re ok. But some wounds can’t be seen with your eyes.” I lean in and hug her tight, whispering in her ear. “Please come talk to me when you’re ready.” She nods against my shoulder and pushes away, hopping down off the desk and heads into the main store to help Benny and Will. I look down at Joel. He looks exhausted, his face a little more pale than it should be. 

“Take off your shirt, Mr. Miller.”

“I am a married man, miss,” He chuckles, sucking in a breath at the pain. He pulls up the edge of his jacket and shirt, exposing the wound that he had tried his best to cover. There’s dried blood around it, a little fresh bleeding from his exertion, but I can see the infection leaving his body.

I kneel to get a better look, lifting the makeshift bandage from his stomach. He hisses, but doesn’t move. “This wound is the only thing keeping me from bending you over this table,” Joel says just loud enough for me to hear. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, cowboy.”

“Just wait until I’m healed.”

—----

We wait in that gas station for a few weeks, letting Joel heal fully. His wound had been infected, but, thanks to Ellie’s intervention, the antibiotics had gotten to work right away, saving his life. Benny and Will kept Ellie busy, helping her to practice shooting, taking her hunting in the nearby woods to catch rabbits or a stray deer. She’s quieter though. Reserved. She told me nothing had actually happened but that something had almost happened before she killed the man. Good riddance to the man, but that does leave a mark on someone. 

The day before we leave, Benny and Will take Ellie into the woods to inspect their traps and Joel makes good on his promise, pushing himself inside of me as I moan his name, his body pressed over mine, pinning me to the desk. It’s not long before I let go and he follows, the sounds of our moans filling the small office space.

—----

“Ok but wasn’t that giraffe cool as fuck?” Ellie smiles as she gestures back towards the dilapidated building where we had found an actual, living giraffe, living its best life. For some reason, the infection never spread to animals, which I’m grateful for. They seem to be fairing well for themselves. Better than most humans anyway. 

But more than that, I’m grateful for the smile they put on Ellie’s face, her first true, whole face smile in weeks. Months? I lost track of time, worried about Joel and then worried about Ellie. The snows had melted, giving way to a beautiful spring. The air is still cool, but it doesn’t feel like snow will make a comeback. Spring is here to stay for a bit. 

Ellie walks alongside Joel, the two of them sharing an old can of Chef Boyardee Joel had found in a busted up RV. My heart swells watching them. Their relationship has definitely deepend since the events at UEC. They’re closer, Joel looks at her like I imagine he looked at Sarah, and my heart breaks thinking about the teenage daughter I never met. 

We’re getting closer to one of the hospitals in Salt Lake, hoping that the first one we picked on the map was the one where the Fireflies were. Still are. If they weren’t chased out or worse. We take a quick break, Ellie and Joel sitting on a crumbling cement barrier, sharing the last of the can of beef-a-roni. I start to walk over to join them when I hear Joel telling her about the scar on the side of his head and how he lost his hearing. Immediately, I turn back to Benny and Will, sandwiching myself between them. I know this story, and if Joel is telling it to Ellie…well I definitely don’t want to ruin that moment. 

Benny nudges my shoulder with his. “You want some jerky?”

I blink, pulling myself back to the present and look at him. “Sure.”

He holds the open bag of jerky in his lap, between his legs, in a very suggestive spot and smirks, his eyebrows waggling. “All yours, sweetheart.”

I punch his shoulder, chuckling along with him, but still reach over and grab some jerky, making sure to lightly touch him as I drag my hand from the bag. I don’t miss the way a light flush blooms across his cheeks. Will puffs air from his mouth next to us. “Can’t take you guys anywhere.”

I turn to him, leaving Benny squirming in his seat. “What ever are you talking about? I was simply getting some food.” I lean in towards him, getting close to his face. “Why, do you have snacks in your pants I could get, Will?”

His ears heat up and he smirks. “Darlin’, you’re welcome to anything in my pants.”

Before I can reply, Joel clears his throat. “If y’all are done eye fuckin’ each other, let’s get moving.”

Ellie chuckles as we all stand up, gathering our things, and hoisting our packs on. We fall into a sort of grouping, picking our way across the rubbled streets of Salt Lake City, a once bustling hub of activity, now reduced to crumbling buildings and, apparently, wild giraffes. 

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” Joel asks, looking at Ellie as we walk. She looks at him, eyebrows raised. “Shitty puns.”

Her face lights up, a smile spreading across it. “Say no more!” She slides her bag from around her back, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out her worn joke book. She flips through a few pages before she settles on one.

“People are making apocalypse jokes like there’s no tomorrow.” 

Joel gives her an overly dramatic, disgusted look and tsks. 

“Too soon?” Ellie asks, fighting back a smirk.

“No,” Joel replies. “It’s topical.” 

Ellie chuckles, her eyes landing back on the book. “Oh I love this one! Moon rocks taste better than Earth rocks. Why?” She pauses, waiting to see if anyone would reply. “Cause they’re METEOR!”

We all laugh, Joel making a pained face. “That’s terrible.”

“Fuck you! That was actually good!” Ellie replies, hitting him in the shoulder with her book.

“That’s a zero outta ten.”

Ellie sighs. “Alright….ok, what did the green grape say to the purple grape?” Another pause. “Breathe, you idiot.” She watches Joel’s face expectantly, holding back her own excitement. Meanwhile, Joel is fighting for his life, trying not to smile, a small smirk breaking through his gruff attitude while Benny howls with laughter. 

“That was a three outta ten.”

“What?” Ellie and Benny respond at the same time. “That was a seven, minimum!” Ellie continues.

Joel thinks. “I’ll give it a five.”

“Five??”

“Five outta ten.”

“Fuck you, five. That was a-”

The clear metallic sound of something hitting the ground behind us, rolling across the rock spattered cement brings our laughing to a screeching halt. We all turn and look down just in time for the thing to ignite, Joel leaping to cover Ellie and Benny over me. We all hit the ground, ears ringing like mad, smoke everywhere. I can’t focus, the ringing too loud. Too disorienting. I can hear Joel calling out for Ellie, can feel the weight of Benny on my back. But then suddenly he isn’t. Before I can look, something strikes the back of my head and everything goes blank.

—----

The sound of muffled yelling is what brings me back to reality. My vision is blurry at first, the room I’m in coming into focus the longer I blink. The voices get clearer too and I realize there’s a voice that’s not a Miller. Or Ellie. I shake my head a little and the voices click into place as I blink the last of the blurriness from my eyes.

“You take me to her. You take me to her RIGHT NOW!” Joel demands from a cot on the other side of the small exam room from me. 

A sigh. “Joel, you know it has to be this way. Do you think I want Ellie to die?” That voice. I know that voice. I hadn’t heard it since I left the Fireflies. Marlene.

Wait did she say Ellie had to die?

I sit up, a little too fast and the room starts to spin as her and Joel continue to argue, saying something about them needing to operate on Ellie’s brain to get the infection out to make a cure. Which..honestly doesn’t entirely make sense. Even with my head spinning I know it doesn’t make sense. There’s no guarantee that a cure would work from that and then you’ve killed your only immune person? I press my hand to my head as Marlene walks from the room, telling the other Firefly soldiers to walk us to the highway to meet our companions, presumably Benny and Will, and only then give us our packs and a knife. I hear them grab Joel and move him to the door, gruff hands yanking me up from the bed and my feet slide a little on the tile floor.

“Hey! Don’t touch her!” Joel gruffly commands, his hand reaching for mine. His fingers barely brush mine before the soldier prods him in the back with the barrel of his rifle. “None of that. Keep moving.”

Joel looks at me and I nod, my head finally clearing at the severity of this situation. They push him forward towards a stairwell, Joel pausing for a brief moment to look at a floor map on the wall. As we’re shoved into the stairwell, I watch Joel’s broad back, the changes in it as he makes up his mind. I know what he’s going to do from the moment he looked at that map. We go down a couple of flights of stairs before he pauses, mid way down the next grouping of them.

“Hey! Who told you to stop?” The soldier behind Joel places his hand on his shoulder to push him forward and Joel makes his move. He grips the soldiers wrist and spins, knocking him out with a couple of well placed punches, quickly grabbing his gun. While he moves, so do I, throwing my head back and ramming it into the man behind me, catching him off guard. I duck as Joel rams the butt end of the rifle into the man’s head, knocking him out. As the men moan on the floor, Joel looks at me. His eyes are dark, his intention set. No one will stand in his way to get to Ellie. I nod at him, bending down to pick up the second gun. 

“I’ll follow your lead,” I quietly say to him, checking the mag and loading a round into the chamber. He studies me for one quick moment, then nods his confirmation.

“Stay behind me.”

“Understood.”

We move through the hospital in a violent dance. I barely do anything except watch his back. Joel moves with a sole purpose, taking out everyone who poses a threat, even a few people who put down their guns, who most likely would’ve taken them back up when we passed them. The way he moves with precision is beautiful, his muscles shifting with every move, the veins in his arms bulging as he reloads a newly acquired rifle, stepping over the body of a soldier he’d just taken out. It’s horrifyingly beautiful and I can see why Joel has the reputation that he does.

Finally, we arrive in pediatric surgery, the lights glaring out from one of the operating rooms. Joel pulls back the slide on his handgun and quietly pushes open the door, aiming the gun into the room. The nurses all scream, stepping back, but the doctor just turns and looks at Joel, a mixture of confusion, arrogance, and fear in his eyes.

“Unhook her,” Joel quietly demands.

The doctor replies. “No! What are you doing? You need to leave my or now!”

Joel fires a warning shot into the air, the nurses screams echoing through the small room. “Unhook her.”

The doctor, now frantic, reaches to the side and grabs a tool off a tray, like a small blade. A scalpel. “No! I won’t let you take her!”

Joel fires a single shot and blood spurts from the doctor’s forehead as his body crumbles to the ground. The nurses scream again, huddling together as if that would save them. Joel turns the gun on them but doesn’t fire.

“Unhook her.” They don’t move, their hands trembling. “Now!”

One nurse moves forward and unhooks Ellie from the machines. She quickly steps back, giving Joel as much room as she’s physically able as he steps forward, gently scooping Ellie into his arms. She’s so small, her eyes still closed from the anesthesia, resting against Joel’s bicep. He turns and strides from the room and I follow, not looking back at the nurses.

The halls are quiet now, Joel having taken out any soldiers that were running at us. But that doesn’t mean we’re alone. Our guards still up, Joel stops to punch the elevator button, shifting Ellie up a little to get a better grip. Once we’re inside the elevator and the doors close behind us, Joel reaches over to press the garage button. The elevator lurches and starts its descent. 

“Do you need me to take her?” I ask quietly. I know his bones have to be aching. His face hardens, resolute as he shakes his head. 

“No. I got her.” We’re quiet for a moment as we watch the floor numbers tick down. “We’re going to leave. If there’s a car, we’ll take it. Find Will and Benny on the highway and head back to Jackson.” 

I nod. “Sounds good.”

The doors open and I stride out first, gun raised, my head on a swivel. I see nothing and we start forward, Joel tapping my arm with Ellie’s bare foot and nodding towards a truck that has the hood open, a battery attached to it charging. We head for it, but then Marlene steps from the shadows, her gun pointed straight at Joel. 

“I can’t let you leave with her, Joel.”

“You can. You can let us go.”

Marlene shakes her head. “She can change all of this. You can..we can forget all of what you just did, if you give her to me.”

Joel looks down at Ellie, then back up at Marlene. “You’ll never stop looking for us.”

“No. Wait, Joel-”

BOOM! 

A single shot rings out from the gun Joel had in his hand, concealed by Ellie’s hospital gown. Marlene flies back, her abdomen spurting blood as Joel steps around her, gently laying Ellie down in the back row of the truck. Marlene reaches up towards me. 

“You…you have to stop him, Ghost. She’s the answer.”

Before I can answer, Joel is back by my side, raises his gun, and Marlene becomes forever silent. Quietly, we get in the truck and drive out of the garage, making our way out of the city to the highway that moves around it, hoping that we’ll easily find Benny and Will. I reach over and grab Joel’s hand resting on his leg, giving it a small squeeze. He glances over at me, worry etched in his features for the first time.

“I…I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t…you shouldn’t have had to see that.”

I squeeze his hand harder. “You did what you had to do to protect your family. They would’ve killed her. Killed us. And it honestly doesn’t make any sense. For them to just kill Ellie from the start- wait. I see them!” I point out the window to 2 figures walking down the side of the road. They turn and Benny throws his hands in the air, his mouth forming a “whoop!”. I hop out and move to the back, giving one of them the seat with more leg room as I place Ellie’s head on my lap. As we drive back to Jackson, we fill them in on what happened. Will isn’t happy about it, but understands. Benny simply says “Fuck those assholes.”

We stash the truck and walk the last several miles to Jackson, grateful we didn’t have another couple of months work of walking. Benny, Will, and I make it down the side of the hill several feet before we realize that Ellie and Joel aren’t with us. We wait for a moment and they come over the edge, Ellie retreating back into her mind as Joel looks on, worried. He’d asked all of us to not say anything to Ellie about what happened. He’d told her raiders had come and it was all we could do to get her out in time. I don’t think she buys it, but I follow Joel’s lead. A pit grows in my stomach, like this will come back to haunt us. But for now, I’m choosing to look forward. Especially when the gates swing open and Tommy runs to greet us, sweeping me up into his arms as he holds me close. 

—----

5 years later…

“Do you both have to go so early?” I complain as I lay sandwiched between Joel and Tommy, who had joined our..family within a year of us returning from Salt Lake. Tommy presses himself against me from behind, growing harder every time he grinds his hips against my ass, his hand making its way between my thighs. Joel faces me and grips my chin gently, staring into my eyes.

“Sorry, angel. Tommy agreed to switch so Ellie could sleep in after last night.” He glances up behind me, giving a quick nod to Tommy, who’s hand gently pushes my back forward slightly, angling my hips up. He slowly pushes into me and my lips part, a small gasp coming from me as he stretches me. As Tommy starts to rut into me, his thumb teasing my clit, Joel’s grip on my chin doesn’t loosen, his silent demand that I keep my eyes on him. His other hand reaches out and gently pinches one of my nipples just as Tommy hits a spot inside me and I cry out, my orgasm flowing through me as Tommy reaches his, biting my shoulder as he comes. He soothes the bite with a kiss, as Joel brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly. Tommy pulls out and I whimper into Joel’s mouth. Tommy disappears for a moment before tossing a wet rag at Joel, who rips himself away from me to yelp, cursing at Tommy as his chest glistens with the water from the wet rag. I chuckle, swiping at the water with my bare hand, like that would do anything. I just wanted to touch his chest. 

Tommy closes the bathroom door behind him, the shower turning on. Joel focuses his attention back on me, cupping my cheek, rubbing his thumb across it before lightly kissing me. “Roll over and spread your legs.”

My entire body heats up and I nod furiously, quickly rolling onto my back, spreading my legs as wide as I can while Joel watches me, his eyes raking down my body. He kneels on the bed, rag in hand, and dabs at my sensitive pussy, gently cleaning his brother off me. He presses one of his large fingers inside me and I squirm as he cleans me out, wiping his hand on the rag when he’s done. Without saying a word, he lowers his mouth to me, dragging his tongue up the center of me and I gasp his name, my hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his greying curls. He continues to torture me, bringing me to the edge and then pulling back, his nose gliding up my center. 

“Please, Joel,” I beg, my body wound up and desperate. 

He gently kisses my pussy and I whine, bucking my hips into his face. He chuckles, a quick, light lick to my clit before backing off again and I huff, opening my mouth to tell him off. Or something. I can’t remember because Joel dives back in, coming at me like he can’t hold back any longer and a handful of seconds later I cum, fingers digging into his head as I hold him there, his name a chant on my lips. As I start to come down, Joel pulls away, crawling up my body, pinning my wrists on either side of my head. His eyes stare down at mine, nearly black with lust.

“I’m gonna fuck you into this bed and you’re gonna take it. Got it?” 

I nod. “Yes. Yes, I’ll take whatever you can-” Joel pushes into me with force and I cry out, wrapping my legs around him as he loses himself in me, having edged himself too. He cums a few moments later, his forehead dropping to my chest as we both breathe deeply, trying to catch our breaths. He drags his eyes up to mine, happy and content. 

“Hopefully that makes up for the early hour.”

I chuckle. “I hope you’re getting up early tomorrow too.”

—----

“I think I missed my morning patrol time?” Ellie says as she walks up to me at the main gate, horse reins in hand. 

I shake my head. “Nah. Tommy swapped with Joel so you could sleep in after…after the New Years Party last night.”

“Oh. Right. That was..nice.”

I smile at Ellie. Joel and her had been going through something lately and neither of them would explain it. Maybe they couldn’t. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah. We..talked last night. I’m going to come to movie night tonight.”

“Oh thank God. I’ve been outnumbered by boys for so long.”

Ellie laughs. “Sorry about that.”

I squeeze her arm. “Don’t worry about it. I know you’ve been going through something and sometimes you just need your own space. You know I’m always here to talk, right?”

She nods, adjusting her saddle. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Will and Benny walk up, coming from the guard post on the wall. They each press a kiss to my lips, while Benny reaches out to ruffle Ellie’s hair. She dodges, swearing at him and they play wrestle for a moment, Benny giving up when she pokes him in his only ticklish spot. Will helps me up onto my horse and I lean down to kiss him again. 

“Be careful, darlin’. We think that storm might come in. If you need to take shelter, just radio in as best you can and hunker down.”

“Of course. Love you.”

Benny helps Ellie onto her horse and she punches him on the shoulder. “Ouch.” 

“Plenty more where that came from.”

Benny rubs at his shoulder, smirking before turning to me. “Should’ve never taught her how to fight.” I lean down and kiss him, his large hand cupping my cheek as he holds me there for a moment, pulling back just enough for me to see his bright blue eyes. “Be careful, sweetheart. Don’t take any chances if that storm rolls in quick.”

“I promise. Stay safe. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

—----

“I’m so glad Jesse showed you this place,” I say as I take another cookie from Ellie’s outstretched hand. She’s smiling, for the first time in what feels like forever.

“Yeah, me too. Great place to wait out a storm like that one coming at us.”

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with the special plants and snacks stored here?” I raise my eyebrows, smirking.

Ellie puts her hand on her chest, looking fake shocked. “What are you saying?”

Static scratches out from the walkie. “Ghost? Ellie? You there?”

I pick it up, pressing the button. “Yeah we’re bunkered down. Everything ok in Jackson?”

The operator, Allie, answers. “We’re fine but have you heard from Joel and Tommy recently?” 

Ellie and I sit up. “No. Have you?”

“Not since they started route. They’re not answering.”

Ellie and I look at each other, fear and worry coursing through my veins. “Roger that. We’ll go look for them.” 

“I don’t think that’s-” I click off the walkie and look up at Ellie, my own worry echoed in her features. 

“Let’s go find them,” She says, quickly gathering up her pack and heading for the door, zipping up coats as she walks. We make it outside, the wind already blowing, our horses complaining about going back in it. I grab Ellie’s arm and she looks at me.

“We should split up. Stay on channel 4, ok?” I hold up my walkie and she clicks hers to channel 4, holding it up to confirm. She turns to get on Shimmer, her horse, but I grab her arm again.

“What?”

“Just…be careful. Don’t forget to radio me if you find anything.”

“Yeah. Of course. You too.”

We hop on our horses and take off in opposite directions, both of us terrified at what we might find. Best case scenario, their walkies are dead or the storm has blocked the signal and they’re tucked away somewhere safe. Worst case…I’m not thinking about that.

I ride for about half an hour when a sudden lurch in my stomach has me pulling on the reins to stop my horse. Anxiety and panic flood my system. I look around, not seeing anything, but I can’t shake this feeling. I ride for another couple of minutes, thinking about what structures would be near enough to their route-

The resort. 

I turn my horse and spur him on, riding into the wind and snow as the blizzard creeps towards us. It’s so hard to see in this, and the rushing sound in my head doesn’t help. They’re at the resort. They’re tucked in all safe. Nothing is wrong. But the closer I get to the resort, the more the panic rises, making me gasp for breath a few times. I finally break through the line of trees and see the resort…and a couple of horses outside it. I hop off mine and take out my gun, checking it before quietly moving to the door. I try the handle and it turns easy, allowing me to slip inside. The roaring of the wind is muted, my ears and eyes taking a quick moment to adjust. But then I hear the sounds coming from upstairs. Thuds and- no. No!

Joel’s grunts and cries of anguish are loud in my ears, each one coming after a painful sound blow. For a brief moment, I have to choke back the simultaneous urge to vomit and to run towards him, hell bent on putting myself between him and whatever was making him make those sounds. 

“No! Please stop!” 

Ellie. Begging and crying. She’s not alone. Another voice, female, scoffs. 

“Do you think he waited? When he killed everyone in that hospital? They were just there to find a cure. And then he came in and bam! Dead.” 

I move through the hall and up the stairs like a ghost, the reason I earned my nickname. I reach the top of the stairs, a door standing ajar in front of me, Joel’s grunts sounding weaker despite me being closer. I swallow hard, bracing myself for whatever is behind the door. No one else is in the hallway, so I move up to the cracked doorway and peer inside. Tommy lies crumbled in a heap on the other side of the room, two young women standing over him. He’s breathing, so he must be knocked out. The men in front of me are holding Ellie to the ground, her arm pinned painfully behind her back before he kicks her in the ribs, telling her to be quiet. Rage fills me, but my eyes drag up and to the center of the room, where another young woman stands over a bloody pile of rags, kicking it again and again. I focus on the rags for a moment before I realize what exactly I’m looking at, the blood in my veins freezing in fear, but also burning with rage.

Joel. Not rags. Joel. Beaten so badly that I could hardly recognize him. 

My brain clicks, all expression sliding off of my face as I slowly stand, taking my knife from my pocket. My blades quietly slices into the one man with his foot on Ellie’s back and before he realizes he’s dead, I’ve sliced into the other man, his blood gushing down his side. Ellie doesn’t move. I raise my gun just as one of the 2 women look up and see me, horror on their faces. 

“Wait-”

I hit my first target in between her eyes, her body crumbling to the floor. The other girl raises her hands but she meets the same fate as her friend, their bodies lifeless and staring blankly ahead. I turn to face the woman standing over Joel’s bloody body, a broken golf club in her hands. She looks at me, her rage fueled by my apparent indifference to it. I aim my gun at her, gently pulling the trigger and…it jams. She glances down at Joel and back at me before she raises the golf club, aiming it at the back of Joel’s neck.

I yell, a primal, guttural scream, as I drop the gun and lunge at this person, tackling her to the ground before she could do anything. She struggles against me, yelling back and we roll for a couple times before I’m on top, pinning her arms beneath my knees. My hands wrap around her throat as she chokes and sputters, her body jerking as I watch the life start to fade from her eyes. But then I let go and she gasps for air, choking as she breathes rapidly and deeply. Once she’s caught her breath, I wrap my hands around her throat again, watching with a blank expression as she tries to fight for her life. I bring her back 3 more times, each time she gets weaker, her sputters less and less. I want to watch the life leave her eyes for what she’s done, watch her die here and now knowing that all of her companions, her friends, are dead because of what she’s done to my husband. 

“Joel!” Ellie cries out from across the room, still barely able to move. I blink, coming out of my rage vengeance and simply watch as the girl under my hands chokes, sputtering, her limbs fighting back less and less. I watch as the light leaves her eyes, the last thing she sees is me. I release her, swinging my legs off her body before I come to, the rage leaving me the second I lay eyes on him.

“Joel?” He’s on his stomach, his bloody cheek pressed against the hard ground, his eye bruised and puffy, gashes and scrapes bleeding and puffing up not just on his face, but across his body. His leg has a homemade tourniquet above what I’m assuming is a gunshot wound. His shirt is torn in several places across his back, revealing deep puncture wounds, a small stream of blood spreading out onto the floor. 

“Joel?” I don’t know what to do. My hands hover around various parts of his body, but I'm afraid to touch him. I don’t know where to start, what the worst injury is. I’m trained for medical, but this is…

Tears well in my eyes and I try to fight them back. “Joel, baby?” I put my face in front of his, pressing my hand to his bloodied one. “Joel, it’s me. It’s Ghost. I’m here. You’re safe. Ellie’s safe. So is Tommy. I got them all, I just need you to-” my voice cracks, the tears no longer able to be held as his tired and pained expression meets mine.” 

“Joel, please hold on. Let me look at you.” I throw my walkie at Ellie before returning my attention to Joel. “Look at me. Joel, you do not have my permission to die. Do you hear me? You c-can’t. Y-you can’t leave me, Joel. Please,” I beg, tears streaming down my face. He opens his mouth, gasping for air as he coughs out blood.

“Joel? No, NO you can’t! Please, please-” my entire world goes black.

—----

“You take me to her right now!” 

Joel’s voice rips me from my unconscious state. Where am I? My head spins, slowly coming back into focus. Joel? He’s alive? I blink, my vision clearing, and realize I’m back in the hospital room. In Salt Lake. What the fuck just happened?

“Joel, you know it has to be this way,” Marlene says in a poor attempt to console him. 

No, no this isn’t right. Didn’t that girl who was beating Joel say her dad was here? He was the doctor? I know what happens if we go down this path. I've seen it. 

“I don’t have another choice, Joel.”

“I do,” Joel says threateningly.

“Wait!” I sit up a little too fast, holding the side of my head while the room stops spinning. “Marlene, wait!”

She turns to look at me, but her body remains fully focused on Joel. She’s right to mistrust him. “I really have no choice, Ghost.”

“Marlene, you knew me. Know me. I’ve learned a lot, especially since leaving the Fireflies. You know I was studying not just sniper but medical. Healing. I learned…a lot. And let me tell you…I don’t think they need to kill Ellie.”

She turns her head fully to me now, the other soldier in the room tightening his grip on his gun. “What?”

“Think about it. This..doctor… wants to cut open her brain, right?”

She nods. “To get the cordyceps out.”

I shrug. “Yeah, but there’s no guarantee that it will work. I mean, she’s probably more than likely actually infected, not immune, and we don’t know what in her stopped the cordyceps from taking hold. Could it be something in her brain? Sure. But it could also be in her dna, or a myriad of other things.”

Marlene watches me for a few long moments. “What’s your point?”

I puff out some air. “Look. Everyone is wanting a cure, right? A preventative? But what sense does killing your only immune person make? Wouldn’t you want to make absolutely 100% sure it has to come from her brain before you kill her and then oops it doesn’t work? She’s your only immune person…right?”

Marlene takes longer than I like to answer. “She’s the only one we have now…but I’m not a doctor. Let’s go ask him.”

She jerks her head towards her soldier and addresses Joel. “Absolutely no funny business or they will kill you and her,” she points to me. Rude. “Got it?”

Joel nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

We quickly head up a couple flights of stairs to the pediatric surgery ward, where all of the lights are off except for one room. I’ve been here before, in..whatever I experienced a moment ago. Panic soars through me as images of Joel’s bloody and beaten body flash before my eyes. I pause for a moment and feel Joel’s large hand at my lower back.

“You ok, angel?”

“Mm no. But ask me later, ok?”

“O…k…”

Marlene pushes into the surgery room where a male doctor and 3 nurses stand over Ellie’s body as they do final preparations for surgery.

“What is this, Marelene? Get them out of here!”

She holds a hand up. “Not yet, Jerry. Just wait. You too.” She speaks to the nurses, who back off Ellie. 

The doctor, Jerry, looks pissed. “We only have a short amount of time. I won’t let you-”

“Are you certain you need to cut into her brain to make the cure?”

He looks shocked, even behind his face mask. “Well, yes.”

Fuck this guy. “How certain?” I ask, trying to keep my voice level. 

He looks over at me, his eyes raking my body up and down, assessing me. “Who are you?”

“That doesn’t matter. Answer my question.”

“You wouldn’t understand. You would’ve been what, 5? When the outbreak happened?” He scoffs and I resist the urge to punch him.

“8, actually. But yet somehow I know more than you?”

He crosses his arms, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure. Why am I talking to her?”

Marlene speaks before I can. “Because that girl? I know her. She’s studied healing and medicine under some of the best people in this shitty world. She’s also the best shot I’ve ever seen and you have someone she cares about strapped to your table, so yeah. I’d answer her question.”

Jerry looks between us both, finally sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know…maybe like 65%?”

She doesn’t show it, but I know Marelene is shocked, her body language shifting slightly. Joel tenses beside me and I reach out to squeeze his hand. 

“Only 65%? You promised me a cure.”

Jerry gestures around. “Yeah well, I had to get her here. I have to look at her brain and then I can tell you better.”

“But how do you know her supposed cure doesn’t lie in her blood? Her dna?”

He looks back at me. “What do you mean supposed?”

“Assuming she’s immune and not infected.”

He watches me for a few long moments. “I…hadn’t considered that possibility.”

I point at Ellie. “You have no idea if she’s immune or just infected and her body has somehow prevented it from taking hold. Could it be in her brain? Sure. But it could also be in her blood. Or anything else.”

Jerry crosses his arms, cocking his head to the side. “You’re right. Unfortunately, it would be too difficult to know.”

“Why?”

Jerry gestures to the room. “Look around. We barely had enough power for this room, let alone a whole lab to do testing. We simply wouldn’t be able to accommodate that. Not without more power.”

Joel speaks up. “You know where there’s more.” Not a question.

Jerry nods. “Yeah. Marelene knows the specifics, but Gracepoint Hospital, on the other side of the city, has a ton of solar panels that would hook into the power grid for this hospital.”

Joel nods. “What’s the catch?”

Marlene and Jerry exchange a look. “It’s never been cleared. There’s a lot of infected in that area. We never took the risk.”

Joel nods, biting the inside of his cheek. “And I’m assuming these are the only ones?”

Marlene nods. “The only ones we know where they are and that they’ll work.”

Joel glances down at me and I nod. “Alright. Bring us my brothers and we’ll get your solar panels. But you have to promise that you will not place 1 cut on her body.” He steps forward towards Marlene and Jerry, his voice dropping. “Or I will hunt you until the ends of this earth and personally remove you from it. Agreed?”

Jerry swallows hard, glancing at Marlene, who also realizes the weight of Joel’s words. He is absolutely serious. They both stick their hands out and shake Joel’s and mine. “Agreed.”

Joel nods once. “Alright then. Marlene, bring my brothers to the lobby, And get a map to show us where this hospital is.”

Marlene moves to speak to her soldiers, sending a couple of them towards the highway where they’d already brought Will and Benny. Joel takes my hand again and pulls me out of the surgery, one last look at Ellie before he rounds the corner and brings me into another empty room. He closes the door and turns to me, clicking on a flashlight and setting it upside down on a table to illuminate a tiny space. 

“Alright, angel. I need your head in the game if we’re doing this. What’s wrong?”

I open my mouth to speak, but instead, tears fall freely from my eyes, my chest heaving as I sob. Joel pulls me to his chest, holding me tight as he cradles the back of my head, whispering to me as I cry. I pull back enough to look up at him, my hands lightly tracing his face, his beautiful face. Every scar, every line, all of it. All of him. I cup his face and pull him to me, kissing him gently before he pulls back, his eyebrows pulled together in worry.

“Are you ok, angel? What happened?”

So, I tell him. How I had woken in that bed and watched Joel kill nearly everyone here because they were going to kill Ellie. How I never spoke up and didn’t think twice about it. Our life over the span of 5 years in Jackson. How the group of young people came and beat him, how his face looked, and how I didn’t know how to help him. I don’t even know if he survived. Then I woke here, a chance to do it again, which is why I spoke up. 

His eyes water and he pulls me to him again. “Oh angel. I’m so sorry. But that wasn’t real. I’m here. We’re here, together. It’s ok. I’m not going anywhere.”

I sob again for another few minutes, trying to let go of the lingering images of his blood covered body. Then I pull back, wipe my eyes, take a deep breath, and let it out, stretching my limbs before looking back at Joel, determination in my features.

“Let’s go get those solar panels and help save the fucking world.”

—---- 

>>Chapter 16>>

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Omg a sick thought I just got from a whole other fix with a diff character but though you would do it like absolutely justice!! And I really hope you write it! But reader stumbling on a post on tumbler may be (lol) and gets an idea to make brownies and have Logan cum in them so she can eat them and how would Logan react to being asked to do that maybe he’d be weirdly into it to okay okay thanks for reading lots of love for your writing

you know what anon, i think it takes a lot of courage to trust someone on the internet with a request like this, and i am strangely honored you would take it to me. thank you for deeming me a safe place to wave your freak flag 🫶

my take on this is under the cut. spoiler alert, it doesn't get baked into the brownie, NOTHING HAPPENS TO THE BROWNIES (i wasn't exactly comfortable with taking things there), but... stuff happens.

just desserts

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“Thought you were a sweet little thing when we first met.” 

You’re on your knees between Logan’s legs, cold kitchen tiles biting at your bare skin. His eyes survey you from above as a hand softly cards through your hair, tucking the stray strands away from your face. Much too gentle for what he’s about to say next.

“Turns out you’re a real dirty slut, huh?”

Blue jeans and black boxers hang low, revealing his cock, leaking at the head. Your breath hitches at the sight, as if not enough of you is wrecked with lust. Eyes glazed, lips swollen, cheeks pinkish.

That’s his favorite kind of look to put on your face, if you ask him. One that says you feel good. 

Fingers on your chin tilt your head back, the movement gentle. You allow yourself to fold to his guidance, submitting to what he wants you to do.

The lazy smirk on his face tells you he’s pleased.

“Look at you.” 

The hand moves from your hair to your jaw, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip, parting it.

“Already so out of it. I just kissed you a little.”

What a liar—you were pinned by the hips against the kitchen island while he overwhelmed you, devouring you with his mouth. He kissed you like he would never get to again, deep, teeth mercilessly closing in on flesh, tugging your lip before sweeping his tongue over it like another layer of claim staked.  

When Logan pulled away, it wasn’t for breath. You were left moaning as he buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting the spot on your throat like a starved animal. You can still feel the slick of his saliva, the way his tongue teases your ear. 

On a regular day, you’d throw sass about how you felt like you were eaten alive rather than ‘kissed a little’.Then again, you think to yourself, half-lidded eyes staring at his twitching length, this situation is entirely your fault.

It’s a lazy evening for you, and your impulses lead you to the kitchen. Not to scavenge for an assortment of leftovers to call dinner, but for the singular purpose of baking.

Brownies, specifically. 

Some would call it cursed, the thing you saw on social media earlier.

An abomination. A desecration of the very concept of dessert. Their reaction images say things like every day, we stray further from god.

But you blinked and continued to scroll. You’ve seen worse. 

You’re not fully sure of whether you were on board with the idea of adding Logan’s cum in a sweet treat before enjoying them. You suppose it did look uncannily similar to powdered sugar glaze. Amateur bakers mistake one for the other all the time. It happens.

One thing you’re sure of, though, is that you want brownies. You want them now. 

And that’s how Logan finds you when he comes home: tasting a dollop of batter on your pinky finger, cocoa powder dusting your t-shirt and short shorts. Something smells good. His face is a balanced blend of amusement and exasperation.

“What’re you up to this time?”

“And a hello to you too.” You ignore your boyfriend’s implied disdain at your spontaneous shenanigans, adding a bit of brown sugar into the bowl and mixing it.

He walks over for a kiss, the faint taste of chocolate on your mouth lingering on his. 

You begin to tell him about what triggered this particular craving while pouring the brownie batter onto a baking tray. All of it, no details spared. You’re way past the point of propriety with this man.

“Are you into that?” you ask, tone as level as if talking about the weather.

You’re too busy checking the oven to see his pupils dilate.

Long story short, that’s how you got here.

Kneeling in front of him in the kitchen, while your brownies bake in the oven. His hand gripping your skull with just the right amount of pressure, the other one slapping his cock against your cheek, making you whimper. 

He looks so ready for you, veiny and red, twitching with need.

“My baby wants to eat cum that bad?” he asks, as if he’s not just as eager.

You don’t answer, head spinning. Maybe it’s the circumstances that make this encounter that much more intoxicating. You can smell him, musky and heady in that familiar way that sends heat between your legs. Already you feel yourself salivating.

He talks to you again, voice lower, more dangerous.

“Words, honey.”

“Please, can I?” the answer escapes you immediately. Breathy. Hungry. He lets out a shaky laugh.

“Beg so pretty. Take what you want, sugar.” 

You let out a soft moan, hand immediately wrapping at the base, pumping him nice and slow. He watches for now, all dark eyes and restraint. Only when you kiss the tip of his cock, tongue teasing the slit, he jerks his hips forward. The beginning of his crumbling control.

You take him in your mouth then, but not all the way. Just enough to wrest a ragged sound out his throat. Pulling back, you tease him with your tongue, licking a thin stripe from base to pretty tip before putting him in your mouth again.

You know you’re doing a good job because his fingers curl round your hair near your scalp. It doesn’t hurt. Just a little gesture to show you how much he’s enjoying himself.

“So fucking warm,” he murmurs, admiring the view. Your eyes flick up to meet his for a second, and he swears he sees you smile around his cock. Minx. 

It doesn’t take long for him to start fucking into your mouth. You’re too good, too patient. You let him. Trust him enough to take control of you. Muffled moans reverberate through the kitchen, and underneath the sounds you make, he never really stops talking, the filth only serving to heighten your desire.

God, you love it when he uses you like this.

“Take me so well,” Logan uses both hands to cradle your head now, strong and steady. Each time he sinks himself into your mouth, you mewl in a way that fuels the pace of his hips.

“You’re being so good. Made f’ me, hm? Fuck.”

Your hands busy themselves, pumping the parts of him that can’t possibly fit down your throat and playing with his balls. He groans. Loud. 

“Gonna let me cum in your mouth, baby?”

You can’t speak, moaning with ardor around his cock instead. He shivers as he finds himself on the edge. It’s too perfect. The look on your face, your pretty lips wrapped around him, drool slick on his cock every time he pulls out, disappearing when he drives back in. The sight pushes him just shy of the crest.

“Don’t swallow,” he hisses the words past gritted teeth, “wanna see my cum in your mouth b‘fore you do.”

You cry out when he cums with a long growl, spurts of his release hitting the back of your throat you’d choke if you weren’t turned on out of your mind. It’s so much, but he eventually pulls out of you.

“Open.”

Your jaw slackens, panting, revealing the sinful pool of it on your tongue. A dribble of it escapes the side of your lips, trailing slowly down your chin.

How he’s able to look so smug after orgasming is beyond you. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect, y’know that?” he says, tone laced with wonderment even as he uses his fingers to make you close. You swallow, the taste of him making you even wetter between the legs. Opening up your mouth again, you show him your pink tongue. Clean.

That sends him into overdrive, it seems, because his cock is half-hard again and he’s gathering you up on your two feet, his grip stern but not unkind. You find yourself pressed against the island where you worked on the brownies not too long ago, palms pressed flat on the surface as he all but yanks your shorts down to your ankles. You kick them away.

A sharp slap lands on your ass once he gets rid of your underwear, making you yelp in surprise. The sting melts into delicious pleasure. You arch more, as if offering yourself to him. He stands behind you, quietly tugging your hips to meet his. The curve of his cock nestles against you, teasing. He doesn’t move. 

“Logan,” you breathe shakily, impatiently. 

“Ready?”

“Yes, fuck,” you cry, feeling his fingers play with the slick between your legs, drawing circles around your entrance as if to prepare you. The both of you know you don’t need it—one look and he knows you’re ready for him. His cock kisses you there and you feel your legs nearly give.

He engulfs you in this position, chest pressed against your back as he sinks in.

You melt, lips open in a silent scream.

He delights at the sight of you as he feeds himself into your heat, one hand tugging your t-shirt up so he sees the bare skin of your arched back. Once he’s reached the deepest parts of you, he stays still, allowing you to breathe through the stretch. Fingers stroke a long line from the nape of your neck down to your lower back, admiring the curve of your spine. You shiver at the featherlight touch.

“So b-big,” you gasp, chest heaving. His hand moves to your front, up your stomach, past your ribs, brushing against a nipple before pinching it between his fingers.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweet thing. Been wound up since I put my cock in your mouth, yeah?”

Then he moves, and you sigh in relief at the friction, encouraging him with all sorts of debauched sounds that stream out of you almost like second nature.

“Logan, please, more…”

His body crowds yours, arm wrapped around your torso to keep you flush against his chest as he pounds into you with reckless abandon, mouth gritting out filthy things by your ear. 

The hand that snakes between your legs is the cause of your demise, deftly manipulating you until your nerves zap electricity throughout your body, triggering your release. You’re a mess that’s held up only by Logan’s burly frame and the kitchen island, noises spilling out of you as slick does down your thighs. He moans, chasing his own high while you spasm from yours, holding you down as he pounds—

“Gonna fill you up instead of the brownies. I’ll pump you so full of my cum you’re gonna feel it leak out of you for days. Feel it every time you walk. Want that?”

Your mouth forms the answer almost immediately, whimpers of ‘yes, yes’ and the wet sounds of slapping flesh goading him to take more of you.

And then it’s his turn. This time he cums with his teeth on your neck, muffling a chesty “fu-u-uck” that escapes him. 

He kept his word. Not too long after the deafening heartbeat in your ears settles, you feel his cum trickle down your inner thigh. 

Wordlessly, he smears it on your skin, as if marking his territory.

Then you feel the shift behind you, cool air hitting your back as he moves. Warm breath caresses your flesh right where he just ravaged you, and you can tell he’s staring.

It’s his turn to be on his knees, both hands spreading your asscheeks wide to get a better view of what’s still dripping out of you.

He seals his lips around your opening and you cry out.

Tongue licking up the remnants of your shared pleasure, eating you the way he did your mouth at the very beginning. Shameless. His nose bumps deliciously against you, and you find yourself grinding into his face. Then he chuckles in response, the vibrations devilish, before his hands steady your thighs, almost allowing you to use him as he used you.

When he makes you cum with his mouth, your legs are shaking, held up only by his strong grip. Your mind is blank—the aftermath of the desire he seems to infinitely inspire within you.

Logan rises to his feet, arms wrapping around your torso from behind as he presses his lips to your ear. They’re soaked. So is his chin.

“Tastes better than stuffed brownies.”

[dumbkiri]

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 1

χα∂єη яισяѕση χ ƒ! мαιяι! яєα∂єя

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: Sloane mistook Lenin as a hiding spot. Thoirt is allowed to bond with Sloane. [Name] is not the only one to suffer from ptsd. [Name] dreams of Xaden...a lot.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Bodhi has a lot to explain to his squad. Imogen is definitely blocking out Glane during those times....

“I love you. I love you so badly that I’ll kill anybody just for you.” 

His lips find themselves on your neck, slowly trailing to your collarbone. 

“I love you.” He declares again and gradually picks up his pace. “I love you so much.” 

And you can feel his love. You can tell he meant every word by how passionate his thrusts came to be. He held you with a yearning and protective hold, not wanting to remove your heat from him. 

……

You open your eyes and blink away the blur of your grogginess. In front of you, it’s not hard to spot the man who sits next to your bed. He has his legs wide open, arms crossed over his chest and head hanging forward as he dozes away in the afternoon light that bleeds through your curtains. 

Brennan sleeps away in a comfortable chair and you don’t have the heart to stir him from his slumber. You wonder if he catches any sleep outside of visiting you. 

Quietly, you rise in your bed and let the sheets fall off your body. You’re not surprised to find yourself clothed. After all, you don’t think Brennan would have let you wake naked again. 

Right. You passed out on him during the flight to Xaden’s home. Naked. Gods, could you be more shameless? Letting another man coddle you while you’re vulnerable? 

You move your eyes back to Brennan and call out his name. Suddenly you’re hungry. Starving. And you have a craving for soup. It’s something that would be relatively easy on your stomach. 

“Brennan.” 

He doesn’t wake the first time you call his name. So you lean over your bed and reach out to him. You balanced yourself with one hand on the arm rest while the other one reached for him. You poked his chest and called out his name again. 

“Brennan.” 

This time he shuffles a bit in his spot then slowly blinks his eyes open. You spot his amber eyes look at you then a smile graces his features, “Finally awake? It’s nice to see you up, Phoenix. Had me worry there for a bit.” 

You give him a smile in return and tell him, “I’m hungry for soup. Is there something I can make-“ 

“No, no,” He uncrosses his arms and stands up from his chair. “I can arrange for someone to make it for you. You need to focus on regulating your temperature.” 

You raise an eyebrow at this and he sighs, “It fluctuates when you sleep. Sometimes you burn up so badly, I have to cool you down with wet rags. Other times, you’re so cold I drown you in blankets.” 

You laugh at his expression which is overly dramatic, nonetheless you take his words seriously. Then you tell him, “Well I feel quite alright right now. Normal, I should say.” You remove the sheet off your body and slide your legs over to the edge of the bed. The nightgown reaches your knees when you stand in front of him. 

“There’s another thing I have to talk to you about.” Brennan states and moves his eyes to the door. A tense silence fills the room and you can tell Brennan doesn’t know how to put his thoughts into real words. So you try for him, “I’m assuming it’s something important. Does it have to do with my resurrection?” 

“Something like that,” He replies and the next sounds that come out of his mouth, warms up your heart. He’s speaking in your language and it’s like music to your ears. The language is so beautiful coming from someone else and maybe it’s because you can see Brennan struggle with it. You can tell he’s trying his best to speak to you and you smile at him, understanding every word he says although broken. 

“There are people who want to use you for your power, but I cannot let them. Part of me wants to send you to Basgaith and another part wants to keep you by my side. Both are dangerous options. If you go back to Basgaith, there’s no telling what the higher ups will do to you. If you stay with me, people will find out about you sooner or later.”

You nod your head and tell him, “I don’t know how to use my power in general, Brennan. No one will use me if I’m a ticking time bomb. And as much as I want to see Lenin, I don’t want to blow up the damn college. There’s so much I experienced at Basgaith, the good, the bad and the ugly. Who knows how I’ll react.” 

“So you’re staying?” Brennan can’t help the smile on his face, it's like he won the lottery for keeping you by his side. 

In response, you roll your eyes at his excitement and say, “You’re the only one who knows the real me. Why would I leave when we can learn so much together. It’s time we figure out what I can do.”

“Oh~ we will have plenty of time to figure this out together. But there’s one catch to all of this.” 

You don’t like that dimpled, mischievous grin on his face. 

……

SLOANE 

I find it hard to write to you these days. 

It’s just with everything going on, I can barely lift up my utensil to spill out my thoughts. I don’t know how to tell you that I’ve been abandoned by our family. 

I’m not sure how to tell you that Liam doesn’t visit me anymore. Or that Imogen barely has time for me. I can’t even have a proper conversation with Xaden. It’s like I’m actively using my signet, cloaking myself from them. At least it would be because of me that we can’t talk. Not them. Never them. 

They’re all preoccupied with Violet Sorrengail. To me, I think it’s ironic that they are tying their life to a girl whose mother killed our parents. But I know it’s for good reason. Don’t tell anyone that I’m telling you this, but if Violet dies (which is entirely possible), Xaden will die. Lenin and his parents don’t think her dragon will survive if Violet dies. And mated bonds between dragons are deadly too. So yeah. 

Violet dies? Tairn dies then Sgaeyl then Xaden. It’s a cycle of death. Honestly it terrifies me that Xaden could lose his life because of her. That Lenin could lose his parents if Violet Sorrengail isn’t careful in this college of death. Everyone wants her dead. 

She is General Sorrengail’s daughter. It’s not like the thought hasn’t crossed my own mind. To get revenge for our parents. Yet her life won’t bring back our parents. And I don’t want to lose Sgaeyl or Xaden. 

Anyways, I cannot wait to see you next year. I know you won’t leave me to my own devices. And I sure as hell won’t ignore you for this long either. I could use some sister talk. 

Fuck, what am I saying? 

I need to be honest with you. I just need someone this year because I’m changing, Sloane. My signet is progressing at a faster rate than I could have anticipated. I’m able to manipulate light and objects. I’m figuring this out all by myself - scratch that. Lenin just growled at me. But he’s in the same boat as me. We’re figuring it out together. 

See you soon. 

Your sister, [Name] 

Fun fact: Lenin calls Garrick an oaf. 

…

“Nervous?” 

Sloane picked her head up from the piece of parchment on her desk away from the pretty writing. Her blue eyes landed on her brother with a scar at the bridge of his nose absorbing all of her attention. He never talked about [Name]’s death. Only chalked it up to be an accident. 

Not much was said about [Name] in general. People rarely mention her and only the teachers will talk about her from time to time. Telling Sloane, Your sister was unstoppable. [Name] had a very unique signet. She loved to show off. You think you can beat our expectations? Your older siblings are a force to reckon with, what about you? 

“I’m not nervous.” Sloane finally answered Liam’s question and folded up the letter gently. Not at all happy about what she read. How could Liam abandon their sister? First year for [Name] was filled with fun, shenanigans, love and trust. Her second year was empty and cold. [Name]’s only friend being her dragon; Lenin. 

“It’s okay to feel-”

“Did you know she killed six people in her Threshing?” Sloane interrupted Liam, her eyes piercing through him. 

Liam straightened up at the door and looked away from her glaring blue eyes. It seemed he didn’t want to talk about their older sister right now. Not when her death was still fresh in his mind. It’s been months and no one wants to talk about her. 

“Yeah, I do. Deigh told me that she looked beautiful in a lethal way.” He answered truthfully, not a hint of emotion in his tone. No regret. No sadness. No anger. No sense of revenge. Liam talks about [Name] like she’s not dead. Sloane wants to know how [Name] died and no one is telling her how. 

“How,” Sloane looked back at the letter, keeping the topic on their older sister, “How am I supposed to compete with that? Or even know that I will bond to a dragon? [Name] says that the feeling was legit magical. That even when she killed her opponents and her dragon handled the last one, it was like they were destined for one another.”

Liam shifted uncomfortably and said, “No one can compare themselves to [Name]. She could have been stronger than General Sorrengail if she…if she hadn’t died. That much everyone knows and-”

“I feel bad for him, to know that our sister died and you won’t tell me anything about it.” The blonde woman grabbed the letter and placed it carefully back into her desk drawer with all the other opened letters. Stories and more stories of [Name]’s time at Basgaith filled that drawer. 

She knows more about [Name] and her dragon, Lenin, more than Liam. And he attended college while she was alive. How unfair is that? That Sloane has to learn about her sister through letters while Liam had the chance to get to know her in person…and he squandered that chance just so he could be best friends with a fucking Sorrengail? 

It pisses her off! 

“Are you saying you feel bad for Xaden?” 

Liam really thought she was talking about Xaden. Is he serious? 

“I’m talking about her dragon. The one who roars at the full moon like he’s cursing at it.” She stands up and slams her chair into her desk, “Everyone knows it's her dragon that roars out the same hour at the moon. And I’m not nervous about Threshing, if anything I am hoping to bond to Lenin so I can find out the truth!” 

Liam sighed and said, “Sloane, [Name]’s death was an accident. That’s all I can tell you for now. Anything more and I can put us in danger. I promised our sister that I would protect you, so let me.” He looked tired and worn. Like [Name]’s death weighed him down. 

Yeah, but not knowing is wearing Sloane down too. 

“Protect me? I don’t need protection. I need my brother to tell me what happened to our sister! She died and no one will tell me what happened. Imogen brushes me off, Bodhi gives me some pathetic look and Xaden is at some unreachable outpost!”

Sloane shut her drawer and glared at her chair. It’s all unfair to her. She’s waited years to be reunited with her family and this shit happens. 

“She said she would teach me her fighting technique, Liam. She said that she couldn’t wait to greet me on the other side of the parapet. And I couldn’t wait to just see her. All I want to know is what happened that night. How did she end up dying?”

“In an accident, Sloane,” Liam never let his words falter or stray away. He kept up his answer and shook his head, “I’m sorry you cannot accept that. Good luck tomorrow.” He turned his back on her and left her room shortly after. 

In her lonesome, Sloane stared at her door with an angry glare. She can’t imagine why Liam couldn’t tell her the truth. She deserved to know. And Sloane is going to find out one way or another. Her next step is to bond to Lenin and ask him how her sister died. 

……

This is not what she had in mind! 

Sloane finds herself running away from a blue swordtail, playing around with its food. Food being her and the three others that got roped into the feast. Some guy thought he bonded to the blue swordtail only for it to torch him.

Seemed like this dragon liked torching people alive because now it chased her and the others like it was all some kind of game to it. A sick and twisted game that she did not have time for. She has a goal today and now it changed to surviving threshing! Bonding to Lenin can wait!

Then a red blur soared past Sloane, but she didn’t stop to see what it was. Or what happens when a dragon makes a roar sound like that. While she ran with her life on the line, Sloane found a small cave. Quickly she ran over to the entrance of it and took a cautious peek inside. It was dark inside, but oddly warm. 

“Hey, Mairi!” 

Sloane abruptly turned around and saw some dude swinging his sword around. She doesn’t know who he was, doesn’t recall him in challenges or in classes. So how does he know her name? 

Then she sighed, being confronted by this man is way better than being chased by an enraged blue dragon. Sloane removed her hand from the edges of the cave and before she could question him, the sound of flapping wings caught her attention. 

A green swordtail landed on the peak of a mountain to her right and on top of it was Bodhi Durran. Great, now he’s here to witness the brawl. 

“You must think you’re special or something, huh?” The guy asked and walked over to her, his sword readied for an attack. Sloane is hot-headed, yeah. But she’s not going to jump into a fight with just a dagger. 

.

“She left these for you,” Liam dropped a huge stack of letters onto her desk. 

“Wow, she wrote a lot.” Sloane huffed with a smile. 

Liam returned it and pulled out a weapon from his leathers, “and this.” 

.

But [Name] did. She jumped into a long fight with six people of varying sizes. Killed them all with her dagger. It’s what earned her the endearing nickname. It’s what earned her a special bond with Lenin. 

If Sloane wants to capture Lenin’s attention, now is the time to prove her worth. “What makes you think that?” She questions back and pulls the dagger out, spinning it on her finger then flipping it into her palm. 

“The way you question your sister’s death,” the guy swings his sword, “acting like she’s not some sort of traitor. You think your sister died a hero’s death?” 

Sloane doesn’t know what to think. Because no one tells her anything about [Name]’s death. Yeah, she’s heard some rumors about [Name] being a traitor. That she helped out the enemies, supplying them with weapons. But her sister is not a traitor. They don’t know her. Not these people, not the Marked Ones, not Xaden and not Liam. 

Sloane knows [Name] and her deepest thoughts. 

“Keep mentioning my sister and I’ll cut your tongue out. You know nothing about her!” 

The man laughs and mocks her, “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I strike a chord? Cross a line of yours?” 

Sloane kept her stance, remembering [Name]’s threshing and what she wrote in the letter. 

When people wield a sword, you always want to shorten the distance between the two of you. But that’s the thing, obviously they have more room to strike. One swing and it’ll hurt like a bitch. So plant yourself and let the sword wielders make their move. 

Let them come to you. Then you strike. 

She planted her feet and focused on her breathing. [Name]’s fought people as big as this guy, she wouldn't be this scared. [Name] fought six people in a dense fog. Sloane is fighting one dude in the setting sun. She can do this. 

“[Name] Mairi is a traitor and I’m willing to bet you are too! So it is my duty to kill you now! Make sure you don’t bond to any dragon!” 

“Then come and do it already! I’m tired of hearing you talk!” Sloane shouted back and the man charged at her. His brown eyes dead set on her, his mouth forming into a scowl. Sloane sucked in a deep breath when something touched the very essence of her soul. 

Warm blood splattered on her face and the sound of crunching bones overwhelmed her senses. A deep rumble vibrated behind her and she could feel the sound reverberate in her chest. She wiped her eyes free from the blood and witnessed a gnarly mess in front of her. 

The guy didn’t even get to scream. He didn’t see the threat right behind her and neither did Sloane. She let out the breath she held and watched the dragon munching on the man swallow him whole. Then the dragon’s lilac eye stared into her soul. 

“You must be an idiot to approach him.” A voice rumbled inside her head and Sloane looked around for the source. It didn’t take long for a strawberry red dragon to make its presence known in the valley. It walked towards her with a bowed head, showing respect for the huge beast that just finished his snack. “But the male he just finished off is a bigger idiot. Talking about his previous rider like she was nothing, but a traitor.” 

“W-what…” Sloane raised her hands up to her head and tried to focus on another voice that spoke to her. His voice, demanding and agitated, drowned her thoughts. She stumbled over to the red dragon wanting to put distance between her and the white dragon. 

Wait, white dragon? Only one dragon existed with that coloring. 

“Don’t rush into it. The power he channels is a lot stronger than mine, so focus. He’s reaching out and you need to grab onto him.” The voice leads her and Sloane tries her best to pay attention to the thread leading her to the white dragon. 

Then she hears him, his voice coming at her in full force. 

“To think I would have the chance of meeting Dagger’s spitfire at a time like this.”

It’s Lenin! And he’s addressing her through a bond. She did it! She bonded to Lenin!

“And I, do not forget about me.” 

Sloane’s vision, free of the blood and blurriness, captures two dragons in her view. A red dragon and a white dragon, side by side. She bonded to two dragons…how could this be? It shouldn’t be possible. She can barely comprehend that she bonded to one in general. 

“Possible or not isn’t the problem here. It’s who we chose that has a say in the end. Although, I will say I am surprised Lenin is not threatening me like he did Deigh two years ago.” 

“I am in no mood to fight you over Sloane. I’m only doing what my Dagger wanted me to do.”

“Which is to bond to me?” Sloane asked and she couldn't help, but felt relieved. She survived threshing and bonded to two dragons. What more could she have asked for? 

Lenin chuffs and shakes his wings, little pieces of leaves and greenery come off of him. Then Sloane breathes out a laugh because she couldn’t believe it. The cave she was trying to enter was the freaking curve of his leg. He wasn’t a mountain although he literally is a size of one. 

“We should let her announce our names now. Time is almost up.” 

“Go. I’ll be there shortly.” 

Sloane looks at Thoirt and Lenin, still not able to process this. She has two dragons, both beautiful in color. Thoirt makes her way to Sloane and waits for Sloane to mount her. With shaky hands, filled from excitement, Sloane climbs up the strawberry red dragon with a triumphant grin. 

She fucking did it. 

……

LIAM

“Sloane is seriously a thorn in my fucking side, Liam.” Imogen and the rest of the Marked Ones, including Violet, all sat at the edge of a cliff with some of their dragons right behind them.

They just finished doing some flight maneuvers to see the first years riding back from their Threshing. Browns, oranges, greens and reds flew over from the fields while doing some movements to see if their rider was worth it. 

“Yeah, I know,” Liam grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, “She won’t leave me alone either.” 

Imogen plopped down next to the blonde and said while pinching her fingers, “I’m this close to telling her about [Name]. Just so she can leave me be.” 

Both Violet and Liam snapped their necks to look at Imogen with worried glares. Then Imogen rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry. I won’t, but at some point we have to tell her something. She’s going crazy and she’s about to read what happened in [Name]’s second year anyways.” Imogen returned the glare at Violet and said, “Sorry, Sorrengail, but I’m pretty sure [Name] had nothing good to say about you. Or Xaden. Or Liam. Hell, even me.” 

Liam shook his head and smiled grimly, “Yeah, we’re all screwed.” 

Another dragon landed behind them and a breathless, “We’re more than screwed.” caught their attention. Looking over their shoulders, Bodhi rolled off his dragon and addressed the trio with a shake of his head. 

The sunset glow made the sweat on Bodhi’s forehead gleam and he frustratedly paced in front of them. “It’s Sloane. Good news, she survived Threshing. Also extremely good news, she bonded to two dragons.” 

Everyone shot up from the ground and walked over to Bodhi. 

“Two dragons?” 

“No fucking way Sloane is capable of doing that.”

“Who did she bond to?” 

The last question stopped Bodhi from pacing and he looked at his friends with a nervous grin. Then it faltered when his gaze moved away from them and behind them. “Have a look for yourself.” 

Liam turned around, covering the setting sun with his hand to witness his little sister on the back of a red dragon. Her blonde hair and her light skin had been tainted by dried blood. Sloane looked like she came out of a bloodbath and he had so many questions running through his mind. 

“Great. She bonded to a red dragon.” Imogen spoke up then addressed Bodhi with more sarcasm in her tone, “Don’t tell me she bonded to a Blue too. Knowing Sgaeyl, I think I had my fair share of a Blue.” 

Bodhi shook his head and said, “You’re going to eat your words in a few minutes here.” 

Liam never removed his eyes away from Sloane and her contagious smile. After all these months, Sloane expressed happiness for the first time today. Although she looked like a psycho, Liam feels reassured by her sight. She is alive and bonded to a dragon. 

Then Deigh’s voice strikes him down. 

“Do not be alarmed when I tell you this, but Lenin has found a new rider.” 

Something behind Sloane and her dragon reflects the evening sun and his breath hitches in the back of his throat. Then Imogen’s guesses fall silent like Glane finally told her about the second dragon that chose Sloane. 

“Okay, the silence is killing me.” Violet chimes up then Imogen starts laughing. Her maniacal laughs fade into the background because all Liam can hear is the sound of Lenin’s whine. The evening sun darkens into a much darker sky and he feels like rain is pelting down on him. 

“They’re not after you now. They want me and if that’s what they really want, I’m taking them down with me.” 

He can see [Name] stand in front of him at the edge of the cliff. Her nose was bleeding with a determined look on her face. She held out a green dagger to him, her words crystal clear, “Give this to Sloane when she learns how to kick ass.” 

Liam can’t breathe. 

“Liam…” [Name]’s voice is overlapped by the others around him. He can see his friends surrounding him with worried faces and he doesn’t know what to do. [Name] keeps talking to him, he wants to say sorry. He wants to apologize to her for avoiding her. 

“Liam!” He blinks once then twice, silent tears falling down like a calm river. It’s Violet trying to catch his attention. “Liam, you’re having a panic attack! You need to-” 

“I know what I’m doing, Liam!” 

Liam can feel the tips of his fingers cramp up then numb over. He moves his eyes away from Violet and watches [Name] at the cliffside. Her nose is no longer bleeding. She actually looked real to him. She stood with a grin on her face watching Sloane hold onto her red dragon in the skies followed by a chuffing Lenin. 

Then [Name] looks over her shoulder, her grin turning upside down with worry. She looks at him and her frown deepens. But it’s not the frown that makes him question what the hell is going on. It’s the color of her eyes. They’re not blue. 

They’re red. 

“Liam, breathe! Damn it!” Violet shouts. All of a sudden, his vision goes black.

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BAD DESIRE - Chapter 1

summary: Just when Bad Omens loses their bassist due to health issues, Noah receives an audition tape that feels almost like an angel sent from heaven to save the production of their second album. However, even though it solves the problem of losing a member, Noah finds himself having a hard time concentrating when his newfound angel stands so close to him all the time.

Chapter warnings: none, for now.

Authors note: the first chapter will be shorter than the others, just to set the tone for the story.

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You still remember how your body reacted the first time you saw him standing right there in front of you. He looked even better in person, almost impossibly so. But what truly made that moment feel unreal were the circumstances that led you there.

You’d been playing bass since you were a kid, learning from your dad, who played it as a hobby. Never in your life did you imagine that one day, someone would actually notice you.

To this day, you’re not entirely sure how a recording of you playing Glass Houses ended up in Noah’s email right when they were losing their bassist… but you found out soon enough.

You’d seen their post on Facebook about Vincent leaving. You commented only with a sad emoji – he was amazing to watch, and it broke your heart to see him step back. But auditioning? That thought never even crossed your mind.

Someone else, though, had other plans. Someone whose name and address you knew better than your own.

Crystal, your best friend, had her ways. She met a guy, who knew a guy, who had the contact of another guy, and before you knew it, your audition tape was sitting in Noah’s inbox.

Just a few days later, you were sitting in his living room, listening to his voice in person as he explained in detail what it meant to be part of the band. You don’t even remember how you got there – your body moved on autopilot, overwhelmed with emotion ever since that phone call the night before.

All you knew was that you were about to sign a contract.

And when you did, your heart played a melody it had never played before. Because now, you were a member of your favorite band.

Since then, Noah hadn’t really shown much emotion. Every time you saw him, he seemed serious and distant, always focused on his work and never in the mood for long conversations – or for getting to know you better.

You couldn’t really blame him. It couldn’t have been easy to watch one of his best friends give up his dream because of chronic back pain. Knowing that Vincent was struggling with his health made your heart ache. Despite it all, he was the one patiently teaching you every chord from their older songs, giving you tips on how to play better, how to carry yourself as a bassist, how to match their energy.

He was training you, preparing you, making sure you felt welcomed even before he officially stepped down. He would sit on the couch with you and Jolly, guiding your fingers over the strings while Noah sat at his computer, headphones on, lost in his work – or so it seemed. He never said much, not until Ruffilo and Folio arrived with food and everyone moved to the kitchen.

Despite his distant self, Noah was the first to invite you to join them.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said casually, his eyes briefly watching the way your fingers moved so gently along the chords before flicking away before you could notice. “C’mon. Time to eat. Leave the bass for a second.”

You couldn’t help but watch the way they all interacted – the easy banter, the unspoken understanding. Their bond felt unbreakable, like a true family. Even though Vincent wasn’t going to be part of the band anymore, it was clear he wasn’t leaving his friends behind.

But you followed them.

When you saw the boxes of pizza, your eyes lit up. You were starving after spending the entire day playing and learning new chords.

You were so focused on silencing the little monster growling in your stomach that you didn’t even notice Noah watching you. He sat there quietly, eating while the others chatted around him, his gaze flickering between you and his food before he finally decided to speak up.

“Do you have any idea about song lyrics?” Noah asked suddenly.

You froze mid-bite, his words registering slowly as you chewed the mouthful of cheesy pizza.

“I mean,” he continued, shifting his eyes away as if trying to play it off casually, “can you write?”

You quickly nodded, trying to swallow without choking so you could give him a proper answer.

“Dude,” Ruffilo said with a smirk, catching your struggle, “wasn’t the job application a few days ago?”

Noah rolled his eyes, muttering a “shut up” to Ruffilo.

You couldn’t help the small warmth bloomed in your chest when he gave you a brief smile before turning his attention back to his slice of pizza.

“Do you live nearby?” This time it was Folio who spoke up, sounding a little concerned as he glanced out the window before looking back at you. “It’s getting late.”

You nodded.

“Just a few blocks away,” you said softly, giving him a grateful smile for worrying. “My dad can come pick me up.”

Folio nodded, relief crossing his face before he turned back to his conversation with Jolly about motorcycles.

Noah finished his slice of pizza and reached for another. The last cheesy one.

You reached for it at the same time but quickly pulled your hand back, silently letting him take it.

But instead, he gently pushed the box toward you.

“Eat,” he said simply, grabbing a different slice for himself.

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coming back home.

@barrenclan

[panncakes]

"You are obsessed with Tinn. You're obsessed with his world, with his thoughts. Are you sure you can win him over?" / "I'd like to know what kind of man can make our great lawyer so vunerable."

LAWS OF ATTRACTION (2023)

[formulafanfics13]

breeding kink with a touch starved max please 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Fill You Full of Me - MV1 🔥

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Summary Max doesn’t do casual. He’s intense, controlled, obsessive — and when he’s inside you, it’s never just sex. It’s possession. Worship. Hunger. Tonight, he loses the last bit of restraint, whispering filth about filling you up, breeding you, claiming you in every way possible. He doesn’t pull out. He doesn’t want to. He needs you dripping with him, swollen, carrying his name in your belly. And when he tells you he wants everything — house, kids, forever — you don’t say no. You say yes. Because Max fucks like he’s building a life with you. And you’re not stopping him.

Warnings explicit smut, intense possessiveness, breeding kink, creampie, praise and filth, emotional overstimulation, pregnancy talk, unprotected sex, rough but intimate sex, power imbalance, deeply emotional sex, obsessive love, multiple rounds implied.

Max doesn't do casual. He’s never been that guy. 

Too intense. Too blunt. Too quiet. 

He fucks like he races, calculated, devastating, and so goddamn locked in on one goal that everything else fades out. But with you? With you it’s different. With you he feels like he might drown.

You lie beneath him now, skin flushed, eyes heavy, lips parted. You’re already shaking. Already wrecked. You’ve come twice, once from his fingers, once from his tongue, and now he’s kneeling between your legs, jaw tight, eyes dragging up the mess he’s made of you.

“You okay?” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You nod. “Max…”

His whole body tightens. God, the way you say his name. Barely a whisper. Barely even sound. But it hits him in the chest every time.

“You don’t have to,” you murmur. “You can… pull out.”

Something dark flashes behind his eyes.

You know the look. You’ve seen it on track. 

That moment when Max switches gears and becomes someone else. Not a boy in love. Not a man in bed. But a fucking animal in a race for your soul.

“No,” he says. Just one word. A whisper. A warning.

Your breath catches. He leans down, hands bracing either side of your face, and kisses you hard,like he’s claiming your mouth before he claims your body. Then he pulls back just enough to growl against your lips, voice low and cracked:

“I’m not pulling out. I want you full of me.”

You moan, hips bucking.

“Wanna feel you dripping when I leave you,” he mutters, mouth trailing down your jaw. “Wanna fuck it so deep you taste me.”

“Max-”

“You always let me in,” he pants, sliding inside you in one slow, brutal thrust that makes your toes curl. “Always take me so well, baby. So warm. So soft. So perfect.”

You cry out, clutching his back, nails digging into skin. He doesn’t care. He fucks you slow at first,deep and dragging, grinding into you with a kind of reverence that makes you ache.

“You don’t even know,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “I think about this all the time. Filling you up. Watching it spill out. Fuck-”

You tighten around him, and he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. You, pregnant. Swollen with me. Walking around the paddock, everyone knowing I did that to you. That I own that.”

You whimper. “Max…”

“You’d look so good like that,” he whispers, hips moving faster now, deeper, relentless. “So fucking pretty. All mine. My girl. My baby inside you. Fuck-yes-”

You’re gasping now, body arching, thighs trembling. Max shifts, wrapping your legs around his waist, lifting you just enough that he can thrust even deeper.

“I need it,” he chokes out. “Need to feel it. Need you to take everything I give you. You hear me?”

You nod, tears slipping from your eyes from the sheer overwhelming stretch of him, the pressure, the need.

He notices immediately, kisses them away, slows just enough to press his forehead to yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice breaking. “I just… I love you so much, it hurts.”

You sob into his shoulder. “I love you too.”

That’s all it takes.

Max slams into you once, twice, three times, and breaks. 

He moans deep and low in your ear as he comes, hips grinding hard into you, holding you tight as if he could force every drop of himself into your body. “Take it,” he pants. “Take it all, baby. Keep it.”

You shiver, body twitching under him.

He doesn’t move for a long moment. Just breathes against your neck. Kisses your shoulder. Brushes your hair back like he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

And then, quietly, reverently, almost like a prayer, he whispers “I want you to be the mother of my children.”

Your breath hitches. “What?”

“I mean it,” he says, finally meeting your eyes. “I want everything with you. You. Me. A house. A family. Fuck the world. I’ll build you a new one.”

You stare at him, blinking. Then finally, “Okay.”

His mouth parts. “Okay?”

You nod. “Okay. If it’s with you, then yes. Okay.”

Max pulls you into his chest like he might never let go. And when you feel him hardening again against your thigh, you know round two is coming. Maybe round three. Maybe more.

And this time, there’s no pretending. He’s fucking you for keeps now.

[laceyfaeryy]

fire fighter! simon riley x single mom! reader

simon being completely enamoured by the pretty single mom that volunteered at the fire station with free lunch every friday.

pure fluff, mentions of burns and scars - might do a part 2 and not proof read teehee

he was a man of discipline - of routine, and hard work and yet he was currently staring at you moving around swiftly as she handed out cookies like a love sick boy. his eyes seemed to follow your every move, how you seamlessly interacted with his coworkers and even the other parents and children.

of course, his interest didn’t go unnoticed by his captain, price who gave him a sly smile before nudging him slightly.

“she’s single for if you want to make a move and stop ogling her.”

if looks could kill price would be six feet underground.

he couldn’t make a move, not when you were the complete opposite of him. you were the like sun, beaming no matter what as you platted each meal, you were always so positive, so selfless no matter what.

simon was convinced that someone as dark and troubled as him would dim your light, scars and burns on his body that were so ugly and gruesome it almost felt blasphemous to touch you.

“si? want some lunch?” your soft melodic voice breaking him out of his trance, you always had a way of making him spell bound, like a siren.

he shook his head with a small attempted smile. “‘m not that hungry.”

but he was really fucking hungry. though he was convinced that if he ate your food he would be addicted, begging for more.

“but fire fighters need energy!” a small high pitch voice spoke up, your daughter. “mama makes good food, try it pretty please?” her eyes wide and pleading, her small lips jutted out in a determined pout.

simon cleared his throat, “i guess a little bit won’t hurt.”

oh it wasn’t just a little bit. he came back for seconds, thirds, fourth.

simon ate like a man starved, his fork scraping against the plate as he finished it again. “told you mama’s food is the best!” your daughter beamed as she perched herself up on the step next to him, her feet swinging in the air whilst simon’s were extended out. the size difference was comical.

her gaze drifted over his uniform, her eyes wide and curious. “what’s this?” her small chubby finger pointing to his scarred hand. instinctively, he pulled his sleeves over them, shielding something so dark and ugly from her innocent eyes. “‘s nothing, kid.”

“does it hurt?” she asked, completely oblivious to simon’s insecurity. he shook his head “doesn’t hurt anymore

white lie. god, it hurts so bad not physically but emotionally. sometimes he couldn’t even stand staring at his hands, purposely trying to cover them up with gloves but it irritated the uneven skin which made it even worse.

“hey, you shouldn’t be asking questions like that missy,” you playfully narrowing your eyes at your daughter who smiled sheepishly. “thought i’d taught you better than to pry into peoples personal lives.” you raised a brow at the smaller girl whose eyes were crinkling due to her cheesy smile. “gotta go get food!” she giggled as she ran, well stumbled away.

“sorry about that, she’s a curious little thing,” your eyes glued to her as she asked another volunteer for more food. simon chuckled lowly, “‘s alright, got good intentions.”

simon’s heart felt like it was going to explode, it was never heated this fast, not even during the missions where he thought he was going to die. he felt so aware of everything, secretly hoping you didn’t notice how he was hiding his scars.

you cleared your throat, pulling something out of your pockets. “i got you something,” your tone soft and shy, completely different to what simon was used to.

gloves.

“i heard cotton is good for sensitive skin, so i thought it would be appropriate for you.”

god, what did he do to deserve you?

“if you don’t want it it’s fine, i don’t want to cross any boundaries-“

but before you could even finish he took them from your hands, putting them on. “they’re amazing,” his hands flexing under the material as he tried them on. he felt like a school boy who was talking to a girl the first time, his mind completely blank.

“do yer wanna grab sum coffee with me?”

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[sarasmh1]

Ever since you’d gotten pregnant by Nanami Kento,

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You’ve gotten taken care of more than ever, physically, emotionally, mentally, by him. He’s taken care of you, while it when your throwing up and sick, need help with something, or if you just need someone to talk to, he’s there.

he takes care of you in many different ways, but your favorite is the feeling you get while he eats you out on the bed, legs over his shoulders while he slurps and licks your sweet juices up.

You don’t know what it was, but since you had gotten pregnant and your baby bump grew more, he became more clingy, and more horny than usual, at just the sight of you. Again, you didn’t know what it was, but you weren’t complaining.

You shuddered, your right hand finding its way to the bed sheet beside you, gripping it tightly. Kento’s tongue diving deep into your fragile, sensitive, wet hole. He’d swore you tasted sweeter since you got pregnant, and he was addicted to it. The idea and beauty of your motherhood turning him on heavily, and the fact that you were carrying his baby.

He ate you out like a man starved every single, not wasting a second of his skills to make you cry out his name and shudder , and whimper as he gave you pleasure with just his mouth. His hand would occasionally find its way to go caress your baby bump softly, as his eyes slightly fluttered shut, while his tongue circled around your clit.

“Kento.. you-.. mh..”

You groaned, tilting your head back into the pillow. He pulled away, looking up at you, his hands going back to hold your thighs. He took a small pillow nearby, putting it just under your stomach. He whispered, his deep voice could just catch your attention from miles away.

“honey.. is it okay if we do this..? Are you okay with it?”

He asked. He knew that having sex while pregnant was safe, since he was always very educated on pregnancy, periods, etc, but he just wanted to make sure that you were okay with it. And you nodded, not leaving any room for hesitation.

He slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt, and you couldn’t help but trail your soft hands around his shoulders, biceps, chest and abs. You shuddered, as his big, veiny hands caressed your delicate thighs gently, squeezing them softly.

“You look so beautiful like this..”

Kento mumbled, but enough for you to hear.

He slowly took his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. His dick inside you is what you’ve been longing for, atleast when you thought about sexual things like that. Since you had gotten pregnant, you guys hadn’t made love to eachother, and it made something inside you to grow bigger. A desperate feeling, a need for him. For him to just dick you down, and you didn’t care how he did it, but you needed it desperately.

You loved how you didn’t need to say anything to him about being careful. He already knew the drill, and would die before he’d ever willingly hurt you, especially when it’s like this.

He slowly spread your legs even more, as he adjusted himself between them. He placed his hands on your hips, bringing you closer with no hesitation. You were always turned on by his strength, and how easily he could manhandle you.

“You.. you’re so.. tight..”

He slowly and steadily pushed his tip in, your lips parting ever so slightly, looking up at him.

You whimpered softly, before feeling his big length slid inside of your tight, wet hole. And you full on gasped, tilting your head back , still trying your best to keep your eyes on him.

He spoke, slightly breathlessly. You whimpered.

Nontheless, you knew he’d take care of you even more delicately, and you’d be having the time of your life.

So ever since you’d gotten pregnant by Kento Nanami, he’d been taking care of you better than ever. And you loved that.

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[millyondollarbaby]

Loser Stalker Yandere

(He’s a fucking loser but he’s hot and down bad. And a total virgin.)

You didn’t expect to fuck him.

He’s a little too quiet. A little too intense. The guy who watches you like you invented the color red. Always hovering at the edges of rooms, starving. Your voice makes him flinch. Your body makes him twitch.

You noticed it—how he always seemed to know your schedule before you did. How he’d bump into you too often.

You weren’t supposed to say yes.

But tonight? You were bored.

Curious. Cruel.

You whispered: “Fine. Let’s see if you’re as desperate as you look.”

And now?

You’re between his legs. Back against his chest. Your thighs spread. His hands all over you. His breath is already ragged. You haven’t even touched him.

He’s got one hand sliding between your thighs, the other palming your breast like he doesn’t know whether to squeeze or sob. You feel the tremble in his fingers—the awe, the disbelief.

His thumb finds your clit and he gasps. You’re soaked. For him.

“Oh my god,” he whispers into your neck. “You’re really letting me—fuck—you’re actually—” He cuts off with a choked moan, his lips dragging over your skin, his teeth scraping your shoulder like he wants to bite, but doesn’t dare.

He rubs you with shaky, frantic circles. Clumsy, but desperate. Desperate to please you. To make you cum. To make it count.

“You’re so soft—so warm—so wet, holy fuck-I’ve thought about this every night since I first saw you. I know your scent. I fucking know the way your heels sound in the hallway—”

You arch your back, lips parting. He moans—like you’re hurting him just by existing.

“You let me touch you… You don’t know what that does to me, Bunny. I’d kill someone if they even looked at this pussy now. You understand that?”

He’s rubbing harder now, his breath catching every time your hips twitch. His other hand slides down to your stomach, pressing you back into his lap so you feel how hard he is.

“You can’t leave after this. I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

You cum hard.

Harder than you meant to. Harder than you should, considering the freak behind you.

Your head falls back on his shoulder.

Your whole body tenses—legs shaking, clit throbbing against his fingers as you grind against his palm. You cry out. And he moans with you. Louder. Needier. Like your orgasm is his.

“Yes. Yes—fuck—thank you. Thank you for letting me. Thank you—thank you—thank you—*”

He’s crying. Literally. Holding you like you’re a fever dream and the second he lets go, you’ll disappear.

“I can die now,” he whispers.

“Or I can kill for you. Just say the word.”

[kylopen]

In My Head

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sunshine reader is always seen as sweet and innocent to the team, always happy to use her healing magic wherever possible. Bucky, touch starved and in love, discovers reader is not as innocent as she seems.

Word count: 8.2k words <3

Plus size reader safe! All body types are safe in this fic! Everyone loves Dom! Bucky I do too but good god I need whipped Bucky who will do anything for Reader. This is the longest piece I’ve written in so long! Enjoy and leave a note<3 I’m in my marvel era again so feel free to request anyone! I didn't proof read (i finished it at 1am)

Tags: There is a plot! (porn with plot lol) AFAB reader, The smut is pure FILTH tbh, Smut, Pining Bucky, no use of Y/N.

Smut warnings: Sub!Bucky, soft dom! Reader, use of ‘Good boy’, Bucky has a praise kink, pussy eating (lots of it), Needy/touch starved Bucky, Bucky has an Edward Cullen moment, Oral (female/reader receiving— THREE times hehe) penetration, Buck likes his hair pulled, Bucky dry humps, Reader squirts (third oral sequence so skip that part if you wish) needy creampie.

There were things in the modern world that baffled Bucky, Bubble tea, new terms for prejudice ending in 'phobia', babies with Ipads in their faces. And you. The first time he laid eyes on you, you gave him a blindingly sweet smile, and held your hand out for him to shake. When he didn't take it you didn't judge him or look at him funny, you smiled like you understood. From then on, you respected his boundaries and he began to feel safe. It made sense to him that someone like you had the power to help and heal others.

You’d always bring them things; vitamins, water, those weird orange flavoured things that dissolve in water, something a little sugary for a boost, with that sweet, innocent smile he'd grown to adore. He would never- could never admit that though, someone like him wasn't worthy of you. He could settle for some longing and pining instead.

Bucky is lounging on the sofa with Steve, some 50s flick playing that Steve had insisted on, something about a painter in Paris- he wasn't sure. And then, you walk in, your sweet voice drifting into his ear.

“An American in Paris, huh?” you asked, gently teasing as you moved closer to the sofa, catching sight of the movie they were watching.

Bucky shifted a little, his gaze flickering to you, then quickly back to the TV. He tried not to look at you too much when you were around, not because he didn’t want to, but because every time he did, it felt like something in his chest tightened. It certainly didn’t help that it was a hot day today, you’d opted for a cute pink and white sundress that stopped mid thigh.

“Yeah, Steve’s choice,” Bucky muttered, trying to sound casual, but his voice came out a little softer than he intended. He knew that you liked these kinds of old movies, so maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Steve grinned from the other end of the couch, catching the subtle shift in Bucky’s tone, but not saying anything about it. Instead, he glanced up at you with a friendly smile.

“You a fan of the classics too?” Steve asked, gesturing for you to sit if you wanted to join them.

You walked over, the scent of your shampoo reaching Bucky’s senses. Vanilla and coconut, coincidentally his favourite fragrance, something that had changed not long after he’d met you… coincidentally of course, and the more you lingered around, the harder it became for him to focus on anything but you.

“Reminds me of my dad. Some are super sexist but I’m a sucker for Marilyn Monroe” you said, sitting down at the edge of the couch, right next to Bucky. Close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off of you, but still with enough space to respect his boundaries. You always seemed to know exactly how to balance that, without even trying. It amazed him.

Bucky felt his pulse quicken as you sat beside him. You were so close. Too close. Not close enough.

He grunted in agreement with your statement, nodding, though his eyes stayed fixed on the screen. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to you—he just didn’t know how. What could he say that wouldn’t make him seem awkward or broken? Besides, talking might make him reveal just how badly he wanted to be near you, and he couldn’t afford that.

But then you spoke again, your voice soft and gentle, like you were speaking just to him. “How was training today?”

He cleared his throat, trying to push away the thoughts clouding his mind. “Same as always. Steve still hits like a truck.”

Steve laughed from the other side, “You’re the one with the metal arm, Buck.”

Bucky shot him a look, but there was no real bite to it. Just a distraction. He was grateful for it.

You laughed too, and that sound—it was like a melody that settled right under Bucky’s skin, making him feel warm in a way he hadn’t in a long time. He stole a glance at you again, just for a second, and you were looking right at him. That smile on your face, the one that had been seared into his memory from the moment you’d met.

“Let me guess,” you said, eyes twinkling, “you didn’t let him win this time either?”

Bucky’s lips twitched, almost into a smile, but he stopped himself. “Nope.”

“Good,” you replied, your voice soft again, almost as if you were relieved. “Can’t let Cap off easy.”

It was such a simple thing to say, but it hit Bucky harder than he’d expected. You cared. Not just in the way you handed out snacks and drinks after training or smiled when they passed by, but genuinely cared. For him. For Steve. And maybe, just maybe, that meant you’d be willing to see something more in him than he saw in himself.

The silence between you wasn’t awkward, but it was thick with unspoken words. Bucky could feel it. He wanted to reach out, say something—anything—but the words lodged themselves in his throat, like they always did when it came to you.

For a moment, Bucky let himself wonder what it would be like—if he could let himself believe he was worthy of you. Of someone so full of light and warmth, when all he felt was the shadows of his past.

But then the doubt crept back in, and he looked away again. He couldn’t let himself get too close. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. It wasn’t much, but it was all he could manage without giving too much away.

You didn’t push him, though. You never did. You just smiled again and settled into the couch beside him, watching the movie like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And for a fleeting moment, Bucky let himself pretend that it was.

The training room echoes with the sharp sound of fists hitting metal, the rhythmic thud of boots against the mat, and the occasional grunt of exertion. Bucky and Steve were sparring again; the same routine they'd run through countless times. It usually helped Bucky clear his mind, focus his energy on something physical, something he could control. But today, it was different.

“Come on, Buck, focus,” Steve says as he circles around, hands up and ready. His movements were fluid, precise. He was always like that—disciplined, unshakable. Bucky was too, usually. But not today.

His thoughts kept drifting, unbidden, back to you.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how close you had been on the couch last night, the way your voice had softened when you’d spoken to him, like you saw something in him that no one else did. That smile. It was haunting him in the best way.

As if to taunt him farther, his mind flashes with the image of you in your sundress, the way it swayed around the soft skin of your thighs.

“Bucky?” Steve’s voice cut through his reverie, but not fast enough.

Distracted, Bucky moves just a second too late. He swings wide, and Steve, quicker than ever, ducked under his arm and swept his legs out from under him. Before Bucky could react, he hit the mat hard, air leaving his lungs in a sharp gasp.

“Damn it,” Bucky growles, more at himself than at Steve. He stays on the floor for a moment, trying to shake the thoughts of you from his mind. He shouldn’t be getting distracted like this. Not during a sparring session. Not ever.

Steve stands over him, offering a hand, his brow furrowed in concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky grumbles, accepting the hand and letting Steve pull him back to his feet. His ribs ache from the fall, but it wasn’t anything serious. It was more the embarrassment that stung. Bucky didn’t like feeling off his game, and lately, thinking about you was doing just that.

“You weren’t focused,” Steve says, stepping back into position. It wasn’t a question.

Bucky wiped the sweat from his brow, shaking out his arms as if that could somehow reset his mind. “I’m fine. Let’s go again.”

Steve hesitates for a second, then nods, getting back into stance. He could tell something was on Bucky’s mind, but he wasn’t going to push. At least, not right now. Steve knew when to back off, and when to press—though Bucky had a feeling that conversation would come soon enough.

They start again, trading punches and dodges, but Bucky couldn’t shake the lingering thoughts of you. The way you made him feel—safe, seen. The way you’d praise him. God… the way you’d tell him he did a good job after training or a mission,

Just for a second, his mind drifts again— Your pretty eyes, the way they’d look at him like he was something amazing, the smile you’d give him and then he wonders what your face would look like as he dives down deep between your thighs-

Steve’s fist came in fast, and though Bucky manages to block it, he doesn’t account for the follow-up. Steve's knee connects with his side, hitting just below his ribs with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

Bucky staggers back, holding his side with a grimace.

“Whoa, Buck!” Steve stops immediately, hands out in concern. “You good?”

Bucky clenches his jaw, nodding, though his side throbbed. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You’re not fine,” Steve replies, taking a step forward, but Bucky waves him off, frustrated with himself more than anything.

“I said I’m fine,” Bucky snaps, turning away for a moment to catch his breath. He hates this. Hates how easily you get into his head, how much he let himself think about you when he was supposed to be focused. It wasn’t like him to get distracted, especially not in a fight.

Steve gives him a long, knowing look. He wasn’t pushing the subject yet, but Bucky could see it in his eyes—Steve had noticed something. And knowing Steve, it wouldn’t be long before he asked about it.

Steve lets out a sigh, shaking his head. “You need to go get that checked out.” He motions to the cut on Bucky’s cheek and his ribs.

“I said I’m fine,” Bucky mutters.

Steve doesn’t budge. “Buck, if you don’t get that cleaned up, it’s going to get worse. You’re already bruised, and that cut—” He gestured to Bucky’s face. “—needs to be looked at.”

Bucky was about to argue again when Steve adds, with a pointed look, “Go see her.”

He blinks, his heart suddenly beating faster in his chest. “What?”

“Go see her,” Steve repeats, his voice calm but insistent. “You know she can patch you up. She always does.”

Bucky opens his mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. You always did take care of them after training, offering vitamin drinks or snacks, your touch gentle and your presence calming.

“I don’t need—” Bucky begins, but Steve cuts him off with a significant look.

“Buck, you’re hurt. Let her help you. Besides, we both know she’d want to,” Steve says, his tone softening as he rests a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “She cares, man. And you’re not doing yourself any favours by pretending you don’t need her.”

Bucky clenched his jaw, his chest tight with a mix of frustration and something else he couldn’t quite name. The truth was, he did want to go to you.

With a heavy sigh, Bucky nods, finally relenting. “Fine.”

Steve smiles, patting him on the shoulder. “Good. Now go get cleaned up. I’ll finish up here.”

Bucky hesitates for a second before turning to leave the training room, his side still aching from the hit.

All he knew was that when he saw you, when you smiled at him with that gentle, understanding look in your eyes, it was going to make it that much harder to keep pretending he didn’t feel anything.

Bucky’s footsteps echo softly through the hall as he makes his way to the infirmary. When he reaches the infirmary door, he gives a soft knock before stepping inside.

You’re there, sitting at your desk with one thigh crossed elegantly over the other, your attention focused on some paperwork in front of you. You’re dressed in your usual professional attire—a fitted dress that hugs your form just enough to hint at your curves beneath your white lab coat. The subtle click of your black heels against the floor when you shift is a small, but noticeable, sound that makes Bucky's heart beat a little faster.

You look up when you hear him enter, that sweet, welcoming smile appearing almost instantly. “Bucky,” you greet warmly, your voice soft. “What brings you in? Did you and Steve go a little too hard today?”

For a second, Bucky just stands there, distracted by how you look. His heart skips a beat as he takes in the sight of you. He notices, maybe for the first time, how the hem of your dress rides up slightly when you cross your legs. He forces himself to look away before you catch him staring.

“Uh, yeah,” he mutters, gesturing vaguely to the cut on his face. “Just a cut… and maybe some bruised ribs.”

You arch an eyebrow, your smile turning a little coy. “Only maybe bruised ribs? Sounds like you need me to take a closer look.”

Bucky blinks, heat creeping up his neck as he tries to decide whether he’s imagining the playful tone in your voice or if it’s actually there. He clears his throat. “Yeah… probably.”

With that, you uncross your legs and stand up, heels clicking softly against the tile floor as you walk over to him. Your movements are graceful, confident, and Bucky feels his pulse quicken as you draw closer. There’s something about the way you carry yourself today—calm, collected, but with an air of subtle suggestion that makes him feel off balance.

You stand just inches away from him, reaching up to gently tilt his chin up so you can inspect the cut above his eyebrow. Your fingers are cool against his sweaty skin, and Bucky freezes, his breath catching in his throat.

“It’s not deep,” you murmur “But it’s a little more than a scratch. Seems like you need my magic touch~” you wiggle your fingers and Bucky bites back a groan at the subtle implication.

Before Bucky can respond, you place your hand gently over the wound, and he feels a soft, warm tingling sensation spread across his skin. Your healing powers are subtle but effective, and within seconds, the pain is gone, the cut already closing up beneath your touch. He’s experienced your abilities before, but every time he feels a spark from your touch, it’s a simple move but he craves more.

“There we go,” you say softly, removing your hand from his face. Your fingers linger a little longer than usual, trailing down his jaw ever so slightly before you step back, your eyes locking with his for a brief moment.

Bucky swallows hard, trying to shake off the heat rising in his chest. He’s probably imagining it—just reading too much into things. You’re always sweet, always kind and innocent.

Your gaze drops to his side, and you gently brush your hand over his ribs. “Lift your shirt for me?” you ask, your voice light but carrying a tone of suggestion that makes Bucky’s heart skip a beat.

He hesitates for a second, then does as you ask, pulling up his shirt to reveal the dark bruise spreading along his ribs. You make a soft sound of sympathy, a small pout forming on your lips as your pretty eyes lock with his for a moment. You look back down, your fingers grazing his skin as you crouch slightly to get a closer look.

“You really got hit hard,” you murmur, your tone carrying a note of concern but it switches up subtly as you carry on: “Good thing I can take care of you.”

Bucky’s breath hitches. Did he hear that right? Is there something more in your words? You were just talking about the injury right? The way you said it, the way you moved—it feels almost sinful in a way he’s not used to, at least not from you. He tries to keep his focus, but with you this close, your fingers trailing lightly over his bruised skin, it’s damn near impossible.

You place your hand gently over his ribs, your touch soft but firm as you close your eyes for a moment, focusing on healing the injury. Bucky feels the familiar warmth of your powers again, spreading through his body like a gentle wave. The pain begins to melt away, the bruise slowly fading beneath your hand.

“There,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “All better.”

But your hand doesn’t move right away. Instead, it lingers on his ribs for a second too long, your fingertips brushing the edge of his abdomen in a way that makes his breath catch. Then, just as he’s about to say something—anything—you pull away, turning to your desk, palms flat and bending as if you’re looking for something. Bucky’s mind flashes to pulling up your dress and fucking you senseless then and there, his metal hand clenches and he shakes the thought away.

Bucky exhales slowly, trying to calm the sudden storm in his chest. He has to be imagining it, right? You’re just being your usual caring self- but that touch felt different. Everything you’re doing feels different. More intentional. And the way you’d looked at him just now—

He notices you didn’t actually pick anything up from the desk after you’d bent over it a little.

“Alright, just one last check,” you say as you come back to stand in front of him, a small, almost playful smile on your lips. “Let me make sure everything else is fine.” You reach up, your hand lightly brushing against his neck as if you’re checking for tension or soreness. But then, your fingers linger—soft and warm against his skin, trailing slowly down to his collarbone. The touch is innocent enough, but there’s something in the way you do it that makes Bucky’s entire body tense.

You meet his eyes, your expression still sweet and professional, but there’s a hint of something more—something almost teasing in the way you hold his gaze. “Hmm, seems like you’re all healed up,” you murmur, your voice soft but suggestive in a way that makes his pulse race.

Bucky swallows, his throat suddenly dry as he stares at you. For a moment, he can’t move, can’t speak—stuck between the need to figure out if what he’s feeling is real or just in his head. He tries to convince himself it’s all innocent, but the way your hand lingers on his neck, the way your eyes flicker to his lips for the briefest of moments… it leaves him wondering if you aren’t quite as innocent as he thought.

You finally step back, that same sweet smile on your face as if nothing happened. “Take it easy, alright? Don’t push yourself too hard next time.”

Bucky nods, his voice hoarse when he finally speaks. “Yeah… thanks.”

You tilt your head, your smile widening just a little. “Anytime.” You sit down on your chair again, crossing one thigh over the other, it seemed deliberate.

You rest a pencil on your lower lip, teeth grazing it just slightly, pretty eyes on him. Bucky draws in a breath and feels a problem growing between his legs. He spins around to the door, hoping you don’t notice.

As Bucky begins leave you call out once more: “Let me know if you need me Bucky~ you can always come to me”

As Bucky leaves the infirmary, his mind spins. He came in with injuries, but now he has a different kind of problem, he attempts to calm down, the hardness in his pants making it hard to think. Something has shifted between you two, and whether it’s real or just in his imagination, Bucky can’t help but think back to it all. Did you want him too?

That night, Bucky stares at his ceiling, mind flashing back to you at your desk. Why didn’t you pick anything up? Did you forget what you were looking for? The look in your eyes told him you must’ve known what was going through his head.

He groans and pushes his face into his pillow, he thinks back to something that had happened a few days ago. You were giving out some sort of vitamin pill to everyone, when you’d leaned in, lips near his ear as you whispered:

“I saved you the last cherry flavoured one, don’t tell anyone” before winking slightly.

He shivers at the memory; he could smell every inch of you when you leaned in.

He grunts and pushes his face farther into the pillow. Why did you always save the good things for him? Was it on purpose? Whenever you baked you’d give him first pick- he thought you were just being nice, the sweet girl they all know. But the more he thinks about you the more he notices those little things.

Before he had even registered what he was doing, he was standing and making his way to your rooms. You did say he could always come to you. Bucky freezes outside the door when he realises where he was and what he was doing. Was he crazy? How could he come up with an excuse for being at your door at eleven at night? Before he can change his mind and turn around your door opens. There you stood wearing nothing but a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top- with no bra.

Bucky freezes, his breath catching in his throat as his gaze locks on you. The soft glow of your bedside lamp spills over your frame, highlighting the way your sleep shorts hug your hips and your tank top clings to your chest. His mouth goes dry.

You blink at him. “Bucky?” your voice is soft, a hint of curiosity laced in your tone. “Is everything okay? F.R.I.D.A.Y told me you were stood outside my door.

For a moment, all he can do is stare. He knows he should say something, anything, but his mind is scrambling for an excuse—an explanation for why he’s standing at your door in the middle of the night. His thoughts drift back to your touch earlier, the brush of your hand on his neck, and the memory of your lips near his ear just days ago.

You tilt your head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, and Bucky swears there’s something teasing in your expression. You step aside, opening the door wider as if you’re inviting him in. “You didn’t have to knock, you know,” you say with that same sweetness. “You can always come to me.”

His heart pounds in his chest, loud enough that he wonders if you can hear it. He swallows, trying to push down the tension, but something in your eyes—something about the way you're looking at him—has his feet moving before his brain catches up.

He steps over the threshold.

Bucky steps inside, the door clicking shut softly behind him. The room is dim, and the soft scent of your perfume lingers in the air, teasing his senses. He watches you as you turn back toward him, your smile still warm, still innocent—at least on the surface.

“So…” you say, your voice soft as you walk a little closer to him, “What brings you here so late, Bucky?” There’s a hint of playfulness in your tone, like you already know the answer but want to hear him say it.

He shifts awkwardly, his eyes darting away from yours. “I… uh, I couldn’t sleep.” His voice comes out rougher than he intended.

“We both know my healing powers can’t help you sleep Bucky. So what’s up with you coming to see lil’. ol’. Me.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but no words come out. His mind is racing—unsure if you're playing a game or if he’s just reading too much into it. His eyes flick down to your tank top, the way it clings to you, the coolness from the hallway had made hard peaks appear on your chest he then glances back to your face. You’re watching him carefully, that same playful glint in your eyes.

You tilt your head slightly, voice soft but teasing. “You’ve been thinking a lot lately, haven’t you?” Your fingers brush lightly against his arm, sending a shiver through him. “About me?”

Bucky feels his pulse quicken. He’s certain now—there’s no way he’s imagining it.

“I—” He swallows hard, trying to find the right words. But before he can, you step even closer, your body inches from his now, your hand lingering on his arm.

“You think I didn’t notice?” You ask sweetly

Bucky’s breath hitches as your words sink in, and his chest tightens, the space between you suddenly feeling far too small. His mind is racing, but his body is rooted in place, drawn to you in a way he can’t explain. He tries to speak, to form some kind of coherent response, but his voice fails him.

“You think I didn’t notice?” you ask again, your voice low, sweet, but with a teasing edge that makes Bucky’s heart race. Your hand is still resting lightly on his arm, your touch burning through his skin despite the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of your body is so close now, and Bucky is overwhelmed by the scent of you—intoxicating, pulling him deeper into the moment. He can feel himself grow hard at the simple touch, he want’s your hands all over him. He just needs to feel you touch him.

He stares down at you, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the way your lips curve into that soft, knowing smile. You tilt your head up slightly, your eyes locking with his, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It’s just the two of you, standing impossibly close, the air between you thick with tension.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, but Bucky hears every word. “I notice where your eyes go when I wear a skirt or dress, if I bend over or wear anything even remotely low cut.”

He swallows hard, his pulse pounding in his ears. He wants to say something, to explain himself, to apologize, but he can’t—because the truth is, you’re right. He has been looking at you, watching you, craving your presence without ever fully admitting it to himself.

You shift even closer, your chest almost brushing against his, and Bucky’s breath catches as your fingers slowly trail up his arm, lingering at his shoulder. His heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest, and he’s not sure how much longer he can keep control of himself. The way you’re looking at him, your lips parted slightly, your eyes holding his like they’re daring him to make the next move…

He’s losing it.

“You don’t have to hide it,” you whisper, your voice laced with that same soft, teasing edge. Your hand moves up to his neck now, your fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just below his jaw. “You can tell me what you want, Bucky…”

He whines.

Before the embarrassment can hit him you let out a low groan at the sound. “Fuck…”

Bucky’s breath comes out in a shudder, his self-control hanging by a thread. He feels the warmth of your hand against his neck, the way your touch lingers just a second too long, and it sends a wave of heat rushing through him.

He opens his mouth to respond, but you’re already moving, closing the last bit of space between you. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, and Bucky’s resolve crumbles. He can’t hold back anymore.

His hand reaches out almost instinctively, fingers gently curling around your waist, pulling you closer. He leans down, his breath mingling with yours as he hovers just inches from your lips, his heart pounding in his chest.

“You…” His voice is low, strained, as if he’s barely holding on. “You’re driving me crazy, doll.”

You smile, and the look in your eyes—soft, teasing, and just a little wicked—sends him over the edge.

Bucky leans to close the gap but your finger presses against his lips. A frown forms on his face, and then you speak.

“ah ah ah” you shake your head “we ask for what we want”

Bucky mentally scolds himself for not asking, he was in the moment.

“May I kiss you?” he asks.

“Say please” there was an unexpected dominance to your tone, completely wiping out the innocence.

Oh fuck.

Bucky feels himself grow harder at the tone. He’s momentarily stunned. Your pretty eyes are on him, feigning innocence but there’s something sinful hiding in them. His beautiful blue eyes look down at you, filled with need.

“Please?”

You let out a moan at the word, your body heating up, your core dampens your shorts.

“Fuck… Bucky…” You say breathily before you pull him down a little to reach your height and kiss him. It’s gentle, as though you’re teasing him, giving him a glimpse to what he can have. He just needs to ask politely.

“Doll… please… I…” He struggles to get his words out, brain fogged over from all the sensations hitting him at once. You run your hands along his abs and he whines again. The whine shoots straight through you. Bucky Barnes, the worlds most accomplished assassin is whining for you.

“Please what? Good boys use their words.” You say in a sinfully soft voice that sends a shiver down his spine.

“I need… more… please” He whispers your name at the end and you hum, satisfied. You grasp his hand and it feels so good to him. Too good. He follows you as you pull him towards the bed.

“Sit there. Lean against the headboard” you hum and he immediately does as he’s told. Sure, he was a super solider who could overpower you in a second, you were both aware. But you were both also aware that he didn’t want that. He needed you to guide him.

You plant yourself in his lap, straddling him, before letting out a soft hum as you feel his hardness push against your core over your sleep shorts. Bucky lets out a moan at the contact but you’re quick to swallow it with a deep, heated kiss. His hands claw at your hips and you gasp slightly as the metal of his hand touches your skin. He’s quick to pull it away but you’re quicker, gripping his wrist and shaking your head, guiding it back in place.

You continue the kiss, before taking his lower lip in between your teeth. You open your eyes to see his blue ones are locked onto your own in what can only be described as the hottest, neediest way, his pupils dilated. You lick over his lip before your hand snakes around the back of his neck and up to his hair. You gently tug, its light, testing the waters and his lips part, head nodding. You pull his hair back a little harsher and he moans. You laugh, the sound dark and sinful in Bucky’s ears.

Your lips kiss his earlobe. “You like your hair pulled? Dirty boy~”

He moans again and nods, hands gripping your hips a little harder, pulling you down to grind on him. You make a ‘tsk’ sound and he freezes, quickly remembering your rule.

You get off him and he groans at the loss of contact, his needy eyes falling onto you. You slowly pull down your shorts, revealing your core to him. His breathing quickens, cock twitching and straining against his sweatpants.

“Take your clothes off, honey” your sultry voice fills his ears and he does so immediately, stripping off his shirt first, exposing the honey toned abs with numerous scars here and there. He is beautiful and you let it show on your face. He drags down his sweatpants leaving him in his grey boxers. There’s a dark damp spot on them from his arousal, pre-cum weeping through from the tip. You make a gesture for him to keep going and he obliges, dragging the boxers down. He stands there, glorious cock hard against his abdomen, looking at you, waiting for your next command.

“What do you want? You just need to ask” You inquire, goading him to tell you.

He swallows, looking down at your dripping core and then back to his cock. You fully expect him to ask to fuck you based on his expression, but he shocks you.

“Can I taste you please?”

Your eyes widen briefly, stunned at his choice.

“I’m sorry— if you don’t want—“ He begins to speak but you cut him off with a finger to your lips and standing up. You slowly peel off your shorts, leaning against the wall.

“You asked me so nicely.” You beckon him and the speed in which he’s on his knees in front of you has your legs weak. His hands skim over your thighs, leaving Goosebumps in their wake. “Is this what you want?”

Bucky looks up at you with desperate eyes, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “Yes, please” His voice is hoarse.

“You wanna make me feel good?” You coo.

Bucky groans, his hands gripping your thighs a little. “More than anything” He confirms.

You nod, giving your permission and he settles in between your thighs. He grasps your ass, pulling you up so your legs are over his shoulders, his head cradled by your thighs. You’re momentarily stunned, briefly forgetting he’s a super soldier with insane strength. The thought goes right to your core. Your back is against the wall, his hands still firm on your ass, keeping you in place. Bucky’s breath ghosts across your core before he looks up at you. The sight was nearly enough to make you come. With a firm squeeze on your ass, he dives in, licking a stripe up your lips, making you gasp and weave your fingers through his hair. He groans and begins to lap at your clit like a man starved. He occasionally moans and groans, letting you know how much he’s enjoying being between your legs.

“Bucky— oh my god” You moan out. This only drives him more, he focuses his tongue on your bundle of nerves and you see stars.

He is good at this.

Really fucking good.

Too good?

It doesn’t take you long to come at all, you grasp his hair tighter, thighs squeezing around his head in a way that makes his cock twitch against his abdomen. He rides you through your orgasm until you’re squirming and too sensitive.

He pulls back, holding you up still, and looks into your eyes. The lower part of his face is sinfully wet, he gives you a charming smile, eyes still betraying his neediness.

“You did so well… so good for me…” You breathe out and a strangled noise escapes him.

A praise kink.

“You did so so good for me Bucky~ You deserve a reward” You coo, getting off his shoulders and standing up. You tilt his head up with your finger. “You want a reward baby?”

Bucky lets out a breathy noise and nods.

“What do you want? I’ll give you whatever you want”

Bucky Looks up at you, standing up. He shocked you again.

“Please doll… sit on my face… if… you want…” He adds the last part, unsure. All he knows is that being in between your thighs, hearing you, feeling you, giving you pleasure is all he wants right now.

You bite back a groan and nod, watching him scramble to the bed, laying on his back. He’s gloriously naked, thick cock incredibly hard and standing to attention. You crawl up his body, making sure to brush up against his length to hear those delicious whines from him. His hips buck a few times against you and then you’re settled just above his face. You look down at him and he looks ravenous— His desperate eyes flicking from your core to your face. His hands keep flexing as he struggles, wanting nothing more than to pull you down onto his face and hold you there until he can’t breathe.

“You can touch me Buck” you say softly and his hands hesitantly settle on your hips. He pauses before it eventually becomes too much and pulls you down onto his face, groaning at the impact. You don’t move much, assuming he wants to take the lead when he speaks, muffled against your core.

You giggle and look at him innocently. “Sorry honey what was that? I can’t understand you~”

His eyes grow even more needy, looking up at you. He speaks, muffled again before he decided to lift you up just enough to speak.

“Move— please. Grind on my face. Use me to come please”

How could you say no to such a beautiful request?

You settle back down and rock your hips. His tongue moves with the same finesse and you can’t help but wonder if he’s tired. He doesn’t look tired. You move his arms so he’s holding them up and you entwine your fingers, using his arms to keep you upright, moving against him. His eyes are fluttering shut in pleasure and you groan. You make quick work of your shirt, leaving you both naked now.

“Eyes open Bucky~ I thought you wanted to see what you do to me?~” You tease.

His eyes shoot open again, pupils dilated, his eyes more black than blue now.

“Good~ So good to me” You breathe out and he moans against you, making you gasp and your hips stutter. You grip his hands tighter. His pretty eyes are begging you to come and you do, thighs once again squeezing around his head, making him feel dizzy. Your hips are bucking against his face not even thinking about his breathing— but that isn’t on Bucky’s mind either. You ride out your orgasm and get off him, falling on your back, breathing erratic.

Bucky lays there with the lower half of his face wet, stubble and all. His breathing is erratic and his cock is painfully hard against his abdomen.

“Holy shit Bucky” You huff out and a hoarse moan leaves his mouth.

He slots himself between your legs, kissing your shoulder, slowly moving down your body until he’s at your hip, kissing it softly.

“You are so beautiful doll” His eyes are sincere and your cheeks feel hot at the compliment. “One more time? Please?” He asks, eyes pleading.

Sweet mother of Jesus.

“You want— you seriously— you want to eat me out again?” Your eyes are wide.

Bucky nods, nuzzling and kissing your thigh before focusing on your face again. “And to fuck you with my fingers if that’s alright with you doll?”

Sweet. Mother. Of. Jesus.

Your brain short circuits for a moment at the words leaving his mouth and you mindlessly nod, your gaze heated and intense.

He runs a finger along your dripping core and he moans. Was he really getting this much pleasure? You hadn’t even touched him at all. He teases your entrance before sinking a finger in softly. He hisses at how tight it is, his cock twitching. You let out a soft breathy moan at the feeling, instinctively reaching for his hair. Bucky peppers kisses on your thighs before he begins pumping his finger.

It’s not enough.

“More” You demand, gripping his hair. Bucky is happy to oblige, pushing a second finger in, your toes curling. “oh god yes”

Bucky begins to curl his fingers, brushing up against your sweet spot as he increases his pace a fraction and you cry out.

“Am I doing good?” His husky voice asks, desperate for praise.

“So good baby, so fucking good. You’re so good to me” You moan out and he snaps, thrusting his fingers into you with a little more force and latching his mouth onto your clit. You’re so sensitive at this point you let out a whine, your words not coherent. You didn’t even know it was possible to come this many times before being fucked. The coil in your stomach feels more intense than you have ever felt before, you tighten around his fingers and before you could warn him, he pulls away, watching the liquid squirt from you in awe. You, on the other hand are glassy eyed and trembling afterwards.

Bucky gives you a few minutes to settle before he brings himself back up to your face, you pull him in for a messy kiss. His cock is settled on your thigh, Bucky whines into the kiss and you can feel him jutting against it. You grasp his chin as he kisses you, feeling his length as he desperately claims whatever friction he can get.

Bucky is surprised at himself. There has never been a time in his life where he has felt the need to dry hump a woman. But you have the best ways of bringing new feelings and actions out of him.

“Please” He says softly.

“Oh you’re so worked up honey. After doing such a good job. Take what you want Bucky” you coo, stroking his cheek and he leans into it before settling his hips between your legs.

“Can I… are you okay if I…” He begins and you nod.

“You’ve more than earned it” You rake your hands through his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

In an attempt to ground himself, He places his hands on your headboard, letting you guide his cock into place. He pushes in and groans, immediately shattering the headboard where his hands were.

Oh lord.

You squeeze around him and let out a breathy, aroused giggle. Bucky on the other hand looks mortified.

“Oh my god doll I am so sorry—“ He goes to pull out of you but you grasp his arms and shake your head. He doesn’t take much convincing before he pushes into you fully. He’s panting and rests his forehead on yours. Even with the fingers stretching you earlier, you need to adjust. The super solider cock is no joke.

You moan encouragingly in his ear and he pulls back softly before pushing back in. Your eyes flutter and Bucky has his trained solely on you and your reactions.

“Am I hurting you, doll?” He asks, breathily, stopping his motions.

You shake your head immediately. “Please don’t stop”

He keeps his strength in check, bracing on the half broken headboard again, his hands slotting into the Bucky sized hand holes in them. He uses a leisurely pace that does hit the spot, but it’s not quite enough. You could tell he was holding back for your sake but you needed to see just how much he needed you.

“Harder Bucky~ Fuck. I can take it— please”

The headboard crushes even more at your words, your legs were wound around his hips, he leans forward, wrapping his arms around you, his face buried in your neck as he desperately thrusts into you. It’s hard and fast, a string of moans and curses leaving your mouth as you can’t move in his grip, all you can do is take it. You’re seeing stars now, as Bucky is whining and muttering praises in your ear.

“You feel so good doll”

“I would do this forever… beautiful beautiful girl”

And lastly:

“Oh god thank you” He repeats the phrase a few times and your head spins.

He’s fucking thanking you.

You manage to moan out a few praises that are punctuated by his sharp needy thrusts. He pulls his face away from his neck when he’s close. You can see it on his face, begging you to come first. He slips his metal hand down to your clit, stroking the already sensitive bundle of nerves and your eyes widen at the coolness against it.

“Please come” He moans and it doesn’t take you long to oblige his plea, the metal hand on your clit, the whines from Bucky and his cock hitting you deep pushes you over the edge and you come, clenching him hard.

“You’re so beautiful” He says in awe. “Please can I come— please doll” Bucky’s thrusts are faltering.

“fill me up Bucky~” You moan and that’s all it takes, his thrusts become harder, your body jolting from the force, you’ll feel this in your hips in the morning. You could always heal it away. But you probably won’t. You place a hand over his neck holding it loosely, your other hand raking through his hair.

Bucky thrusts into you hard and deep, with hoarse moans of thank you as he comes inside you, filling you up. He simply stays inside you after, his body moving with his deep ragged breaths before he collapses on top of you, making sure to use some strength to stop him crushing you. You stroke his hair, muttering soft praises.

He rolls off you, his honey toned skin covered in a sheen of sweat that made him look godly. Your legs are jelly; you aren’t even sure you can use them for the next few days. Bucky stands and walks to your bathroom, giving you the perfect view of his sculpted ass and returns a few moments later with a warm wet cloth to clean you up with.

When the both of you are cleaned up, Bucky begins to wipe away the crushed pieces of headboard from your bed sheepishly.

“Sorry doll” He says quietly.

“It’s okay” You assure. “It was hot. Made me feel like Bella Swan” You joke.

Bucky looks at you, not understanding the reference.

“From Twi… never mind” You hum, helping to brush off the little pieces of wood. He lays back down and pulls you into his arms.

“Doll… I… I have never felt like that before. What did you do to me? I am under a spell when it comes to you.”

You yawn and let out a sleepy laugh. “You’re telling me. I don’t think I could sleep with a regular dude again after that”

It’s not long until exhaustion rushes through you. Super solider stamina is no joke. You drift off, head on his chest. Bucky watches the soft rise and fall of your chest, your soft snores filling the room.

And for the first time in what feels like forever; Bucky has a deep, dreamless sleep. His nightmares paused as he slumbers beside your soft, warm body.

It’s late when Bucky wakes up. Your side of the bed is cold. He glances at the clock on his phone, reading 11:07am, and a text from you, timestamped two hours ago:

‘Morning sleepy head. I didn’t wanna wake you. You looked too comfortable ;)’

He smiles at the text and looks for his clothes, only to find you must have taken a trip to his room to grab some fresh clothes. There is a towel on a chair with a new set of clean clothes and a pair of boxers.

When he’s all cleaned up and dressed he makes his way to the kitchen. You’re talking to Wanda, Steve and Sam.

“Bucky good morning!” Your sweet voice drifts over to him. “You slept in late. Are you feeling okay? Late night?” It’s an innocent question, no one bats an eyelash at it. You’re the healer of the team, and you’re concerned. But Bucky bites back a groan at the implications they both know is behind the sweet words.

Before Bucky can respond, Tony walks in.

“Hey Hippocrates” Tony calls out to you. “Why did F.R.I.D.A.Y tell me you needed a new headboard for your bed?

Oops.

-END-

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hii 💕I know wildest dreams is a multi but would u be willing to do a pt. 2? like mayb a continuation in the car and then a lil fluff :3 it was soo good <3

wildest dreams ii | multi

cw. cheating (on your part), car sex, fingering, pussy play, degradation, fingering, squirting, crying, OVERSTIMULATION, messy sex, breeding, raw sex

synopsis. the biggest loser at your college takes you, the sweet, taken cheerleader to the backseat of his car while your boyfriend's on the football field.

pt. i here!

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he groans lowly and grabs for your waist, tugging you into him and kissing you messily. he doesn't let you catch your breath for a second, merely scooping you up with his hands under your thighs while he carries you, lips on yours, to his car out in the lot behind the football field.

your hands tangle up in his hair while your tongue rolls over his. for someone as strange and unsettling as him, he tastes oddly pleasant, like mint and smoke, and his lips, though chapped, mold on yours so perfectly that it feels like he's made for you. he squeezes your thighs and nips your lower lip, murmuring into your mouth, "you're not walking into that stadium again unless it's with my cum dripping out of you."

you moan into his thought, warm and fuzzy at the idea of him breeding you in the back of his car and making you walk back to the pitch when he's done with his cum stuffed in you and dripping out every step you take.

your arms lace tighter around his shoulders as you go back to kissing him, tilting your head to get the perfect angle of your tongue against his, and your mewls get louder when you do. "mmh, mmh..." you hum softly

his mouth moves against yours urgently, almost as if he's starving. his tongue slides against yours as he walks with you in his arms, slotting into your mouth in messy, wet strokes that make heatwaves travel through your body and pool at your core.

"fuck... tastes like candy..." you can feel how hard he's breathing and he squeezes you tightly like you might run away and never talk to him again after this.

you pull back just enough to breathe and he chases after you, lips dragging down to your jaw, your neck, his mouth warm and frantic. "don't stop," he mumbles against your skin, breath hot, voice wrecked. "give it back t'me. come on, pretty… kiss me again." 

you oblige and shove your mouth back into his just as he reaches his sleek car, and he fists his pocket to find his keys, unlocking it without pulling away from you, and lays you down in the backseat under him with no effort. it smells like cedar and his natural, everyday scent. he doesn't let up off you for a second, already spreading your thighs apart so he can slot his body between your legs.

you're so small underneath him, pliant and needy and reaching up to tug at his clothes and his hair to ground yourself while he strips you fully, not wanting an inch of you covered. he could afford to do so, as his tinted windows and huge body hid you from any passerby that may wander near his car, though he doubts anyone would be anywhere but the game right now. anyone normal, of course. not little brats like you who wanna get pounded in the backseat of some social reject's car. 

he's quick to strip you of every article of clothing on you except for your cute knee high socks and the lacy stretch of your panties, which are now so soaked that they've become sticky and translucent and stick to the plump lips of your pussy. "look at the nasty lil' mess you made." he tuts, voice mocking as his thumb runs over the outline of your cunt through your panties, which makes you jolt and instinctively reach to claw at his hand.

"w-wait! 'm sensitive," you whine, extremely tender from cumming so much already, but he doesn't seem to care at all. he pushes you back into place, grabbing your wrists firmly and pinning them above you with one of his huge hands. "no shying away after you begged me to fuck you like a little whore. you're gettin' what you asked for." he says sternly, still rubbing you through your panties. 

you squirm beneath him, bucking up into his hand before wiggling away due to overstimulation. you don't know if you want more or less. your panties grind against his fingers, and he pushes his fingers up against your panties so your juices squelch and make a huge mess in your underwear.

he drags his thumb up slowly and presses just right against the swollen, soaked outline of your clit through the thin fabric, and you moan, high and whiny. he finally, finally pushes your panties aside, exposing your glistening cunt to the cool air of the car, and his eyes go hazy at the sight of the mess between your thighs. "fuck, you're so pretty down here," he mutters, fingers dipping into your folds, spreading you open with ease. he tosses your panties somewhere in the heap of your clothes at the floor of his car.

his fingers slip through your soaked, swollen folds easily, and he relishes in the little gasp you make as he notches his fingers knuckles deep inside you, twisting and curling his fingers immediately to stretch you out. his eyes are locked on the slick that strings from your pussy to the base of his fingers, and he groans in delight. you're this soaked for him. only him. he swirls his thumb around the tight ring of your asshole in the meantime, not pushing in yet, but to spread your slick around to your other hole too. "mmh, please, 'm sore," you whine, knowing how much you want it anyway.

"shh... you don't want me to stop. look at your pussy, she's gushing. didn't even need to prep you," he mocks, pumping his fingers into you fast and rough, your toes are curling against the leather backseat and your head lolls back, mouth falling open as loud moans leave you. you can't even respond anymore to tell him not to tease you, because your soaked cunt pulses every time he says something mean.

he pushes his fingers down inside you, the pads of his fingers resting still on that sweet spot deep inside you, while he fumbles with his belt and begins to tug down his pants and boxers. but too much pressure on such a sensitive spot inside you, which already experienced so much stimulation is far too much for you. you thrash underneath him, feeling a very odd coiling feeling in your tummy, and also the need to pee...

"w-wait, ngh! take your fingers out, p-please, i think... i think 'm gonna..!"

he ignores you, slipping in a third finger and using all three to push down hard on that spot, and before you can stop yourself, you're gushing around his fingers intensely with a scream so loud he has to let go of your wrists to cover your mouth.

he freezes once you squirt around his fingers which remain buried deeply inside your fluttering walls, and as you gush all over his hand in several hard, uncontrollable pulses, his eyes go wide, pupils blown out, and he leans back slightly to watch. "...oh, fuck."

his voice is quiet at first, like he genuinely can't believe what he just saw.

he looks down at you, eyes flicking from your soaked pussy and thighs to your brightly flushed face, then back to the fucking ruined state of your pussy. "you just..." he breathes, curling his fingers inside you experimentally, which makes you jerk under him and gush a little more around him. he's fascinated. a girl like you can't be real, can you? "...squirted on my fingers."

he doesn't even try to hide how turned on he is. despite cumming earlier from frotting with you back outside behind the bleachers, he's rock hard again, cock bulging at the front of his cum soaked pants. he lifts his soaked hand up and parts his fingers to look at the gooey strings between him, and then pushes two fingers into his mouth, licking at your juices. you squeak, embarrassed beyond belief and red in the face, but still too far gone to tell him how dirty he's making you feel right now.

moaning at your taste, he pulls his boxers down to rest at his knees with his jeans, and his fat cock springs up, swollen and flushed a bright red at the huge, flared tip, with several strings of pearlescent liquid clinging to the fabric of his discarded boxers and more leaking down the shaft. you're both soaked. he lets go of you just long enough to line himself up at your soaked entrance, nudging the tip through your folds and collecting your slick.  his other hand comes up to grab your throat, so he's holding you still, grounding you in place. 

he makes sure to stare into your eyes intently as he slowly sheathes himself inside you. he sinks in slow at first, just the thick, heavy head of his cock pressing into your fluttering hole, and you gasp, arms wrapping around his neck, eyes rolling back, feet digging into the seat.

you whimper, nails scrabbling at his shoulders the second he frees your hands to hold onto your throat and hips. he leans down to kiss you again while you adjust to his size, fat tip swelling at your womb while he rests inside you and swirls his tongue around yours. he starts to move, slow at first, hips rolling, grinding, both of you panting into each other's mouths, your thighs shaking with every bounce. he pulls back just a little to murmur against your lips, "oh fuck, fuck, fuck, you're tight. shit, this pussy's fuckin' choking me."

you cry out under him, overwhelmed by the stretch and the sensation of his thick cock splitting you open inch by inch. it burns, but it's good. your body clenches around him helplessly. "too much... mmmh.... s'too big," you babble, but your hips don't stop moving under him, fucking yourself onto his cock even as tears prick the corners of your eyes.

"yeah?" he groans, fucking you so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. "but you said please, baby. remember? begged me to fuck you. so take it." he bottoms in and out in rough thrusts that make your whole body jolt, ensuring each thrust has him fully inside you. you're so soaked that he slides in perfectly every time, your walls clinging to him deliciously while his cock also slips inside you with filthy, loud schlick's. he's sliding in like nothing, your walls clenching and sucking him in tighter with every thrust while your slick soaks his shaft. 

the car rocks as he thrusts into you, his cock splitting you open with each thrust deep inside you. your pussy stretches slightly to accommodate to is girth, and he feels his mind numbing at the way your pussy slurps him in with each thrust. he groans loud, head tipping back and his hand squeezing firmer around your throat to make your eyes flutter. not for long, though. he likes to look into your pretty eyes while he ruins you.

"open 'em," he demands, squeezing a little on the sides of your throat to jolt you back to the present. he slams into you with a particularly rough thrust, your tits bouncing and head lolling stupidly at the feeling of being fucked dumb on the school loser's huge fucking dick. "there you go. such a good girl f'me, aren't you?"

"uh... uh... uhhuhhh...." you breathe out stupidly, drool slipping past your parted lips. you're GONE. fully gone. your fingers dig into his broad shoulders and then trail down his body, exploring his broad frame and muscles. before you look back into his eyes. he chuckles, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your swollen lips, the gentleness contrasting the way he's pounding into you and holding your throat. "look at you." he hums. "forgot you're a disloyal little whore, didn't you?"

he snaps his hips up into yours, a small bulge forming in your tummy where he lodges his cock so deep inside you. "or maybe," he sneers, "you just don't care about anything but having your cunt stuffed to the brim."

you cry out, dragging him down so you can bury your face in his neck, and he kisses your jaw, fucking you while laying on top of you. "cum for me again," he demands, lips brushing your temple while his hips roll into yours. your legs tremble and curl around his waist, each thrust making your pussy flutter around him. you try to clamp down on him, but his girth makes it so difficult. 

he's splitting you open with every drag of his cock against your raw, plushy walls. sobbing into his skin, he mumbles filth into your ear while his hands travel down to your waist and he drags your body up effortlessly so his cock is tilted up inside you, the perfect angle for him to hit that same spongy spot inside you over and over, making your mouth drop open in a silent scream. you clamp around him hard, fingernails digging into the firm muscle of his back. the pressure inside you winds tight, tight, tighter...

" 'm cumming!"

you explode around him, pussy convulsing around his cock. your whole body seizes, a strangled moan ripping out of you while you cream around him uncontrollably. 

"fuck, fuck, look at you," he moans, watching your pussy pulse around him, fluttering on his cock like you were made for it. "holy shit, baby."

he pulls out just enough to see your slick gush after him before slamming back in, making you sob. he shoves your thighs up higher, practically folding you in half now, forcing you open wide so he can fuck even deeper. the wet, obscene sound of your cunt sucking him in grows louder with every thrust, echoing in the small space of the car, and he grits out, "you feel that? feel how deep i am? gonna fill you up, fuck, 'm gonna breed you."

your head spins and you nod frantically, moaning out broken, babbled yes's, even as tears slip from the corners of your eyes. 

"fuck, fuck, fuck."

he buries himself to the hilt and cums hotly inside with a deep groan, heavy, fat balls twitching as he empties them deep inside you, so much at once that you can feel your womb filling up to the hilt. he keeps you locked against him so all of it floods inside you. "ngh... 's such a fuckin' perfect pussy," he groans aloud, mouth falling open as he keeps filling you and filling you and filling you until your belly distends just slightly from the volume of his cum.

you're gasping, clinging to him, body limp beneath him while you both ride it out together. he pants into your mouth, breathing hard, kissing you through the aftershocks. his voice is low, barely audible, wrecked. "mine. fuckin' mine. look what you do to me."

he stays inside you, twitching every now and then as your fluttering walls milk him, your slick and his cum seeping out around the base of his cock.

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you make your way back to the football field with wobbly legs and your cheeks flushed. you tried your best to fix yourself up before going back, raking your fingers through your hair, redoing your mascara and touching up your lip gloss, praying it hides how swollen and red he made your lips.

you put your hair down so any marks on your skin aren't visible, not that your dumbass boyfriend looks at you close enough to be able to tell. the loner's cum is still hot and thick inside you, leaking a little down your inner thighs with every step, wetting the inside of your cheer skirt while the rest pools into fat globs in your panties.

the crowd is screaming loudly and your cheer girls are bouncing and huddled up with the football team. the whole field is lit up in bright stadium lights, and no one is looking around for you right now. you use it as an opportunity to slide in through the back fence and under the bleachers to act like you'd been here the whole time, and you go to where the other cheerleaders are. unfortunately, you weren't as subtle as you thought.

ava, one of the girls in your year that you usually hang out with at lunch squeals and grabs your arm. causing the other girls to quickly turn their attention to you too. "where were you?" she screeches. "coach was looking for you!"

you blink coyly, rubbing the back of your neck to give the impression of being embarrassed. "i just really had to pee," you lie "mid routine, but then i couldn't find the right bathroom, an' i got mixed up and all of them had super long lines, and i'm so sorry, i was literally crying the whole time-" you sniffle. 

the girls coo over you. you're just too sweet and cute to be mad at. so sweet, that no one would ever think you just got fucked in the back of the school loser's car.

then, your boyfriend barrels into you, carrying the unpleasant scent of sweat from the exertion he produced while on the field. he yells your name and picks you up with both arms around your waist, causing a fresh scoop of cum to trickle out of you. you squeak, hoping it's not noticeable, and he spins you in a circle. "there you are!" he shouts, loud and giddy, "my girl! babe, we fucking crushed it!"

he kisses you hard, and you giggle awkwardly, letting him brag about his win like he didn't just get cheated on for the past hour and a half. "i was watching," you lie with a perfect little tilt of your head. "I saw everything! you did so good!."

and that's when he walks up. he stands out of the crowd on his own, mouth red, eyes low, and hair a little mussed. there are faint lipgloss marks on his neck and jaw that he didn't wipe off.

he's walked in like nothing's happened, stopping at the edge of the crowd with his gaze locked on you very blatantly. you stare back while in your boyfriend's arms, and he follows your gaze and scowls quickly, arms tightening around you. "the fuck is that guy looking at?" he snaps, his voice obnoxiously loud. "why is he staring at you like that?"

you blink innocently, letting your eyes go all wide and confused. "who?"

"him," your boyfriend hisses, nodding over your shoulder. "that fucking creep. what the hell is his problem?"

you shrug, still looking at him, not your boyfriend. "um... i dunno... maybe he's high?"

your boyfriend scoffs, and tugs you in closer like he's marking territory. "yeah, well, he can fuck off. that fucking freak's probably just scoping out girls he can perv out on. probably watches porn in his room all day."

he doesn't look away from you, even as your boyfriend runs his mouth. you wonder if he can still smell your perfume on his hoodie. you hug your boyfriend back and lean into him, coaxing him to just leave it. he obliges and carries you back to the crowd to celebrate, and you look over your shoulder one last time to see him finally turn and walk away.