#but yeah I CAN see him 'just gonna have one while they're still warm' Then two. then three

[anglbunny]

VIDEO CALL 2

♡. calling them while they're away and they talk you through it, smut mdni, phone sex, fingering, includes: choso, megumi, geto

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CHOSO KAMO

You miss him.

It’s been four days. Four nights. Four cold pillows and lonely mornings.

Choso’s away on a trip — some dumb assignment with Yuuji and the others — and even though he calls every night, it’s not enough.

So tonight, when he answers your FaceTime — hair messy, hoodie half-on, cheeks flushed from the warm hotel shower — you don’t even try to hide it.

You’re already laying back in bed, wearing one of his old shirts, no shorts, no panties, eyes soft and watery.

“Hi, baby,” he says gently. “You okay?”

You nod, even though you’re not. Not really. Your hand’s already between your legs, slow and shy, just enough to keep the ache away.

“I miss you.”

His breath catches. Then he sees your hand shift under the hem of the shirt.

“Are you… touching yourself?”

You nod again, biting your lip. “Wanted to wait for you.”

You angle the phone so he can see — thighs spread, shirt bunched up, fingers teasing just above your clit.

“Oh—shit,” he mumbles, voice going low. “You look so good, angel…”

You whimper, heat bubbling in your stomach. His eyes are glued to the screen now — pupils blown, lips parted, breathing heavier.

“Can I… talk you through it?” he asks quietly.

“Please.”

And just like that, Choso’s voice turns low and careful. Gentle. Absolutely wrecking.

“Start slow, okay? Just rub small circles, the way you like.”

You obey — gasping softly at the contact, hips twitching as your fingers glide through slick.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just like that.”

He props his phone on the nightstand, hands in his lap now, barely moving. Watching you like he’s memorizing it.

“I wish I was there.”

“Me too,” you whisper, curling your fingers in. “Y-You’d feel so much better…”

“I’d kiss you while I do it,” he murmurs. “Hold your legs open, go slow so you can feel everything.”

Your hips rise. Your hand shakes. You’re already so close, and his voice keeps going — steady, worshipful, laced with want.

“You’re so pretty like this. Fuck. I’m not gonna last watching you.”

“M’gonna cum, Choso—”

“Let go, baby. I’m right here.”

You break with a cry, body curling in, fingers still inside as you shake through it, calling his name like a lifeline.

He’s silent — in awe. And when you come back down, teary and flushed, he’s still there. Blinking at the screen like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“I’m gonna hold you so tight when I get home,” he says softly. “And you’re not gonna have to use your hand ever again.”

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

You’d been missing him all week.

He was off on a mission with Gojo, of course — which meant texts here and there, a few blurry mirror selfies (shirtless, no face, just enough to make you stare), and one video call before bed.

Which is exactly what you were doing now.

Your legs were tangled in your sheets, shirt riding up as you laid on your side. He was propped against the headboard of his hotel bed, black hair messy, eyes low-lidded, voice a soft rumble through the speaker.

“You look flushed,” he said. “What were you doing before I called?”

You hesitated.

“…Nothing.”

His eyes narrowed a little. You knew that look.

“Don’t lie.”

You swallowed. “I… missed you.”

His head tilted. “How much?”

Your thighs shifted under the covers. He caught it.

“Show me.”

You blinked. “W-What?”

“You’re already touching yourself, aren’t you?”

Silence.

“Yeah,” he said, voice darker now. “That’s what I thought.”

You shifted the phone lower, heat rushing to your cheeks as you showed the outline of your hand under your panties, fingers moving slowly — not quite enough.

“Don’t do it like that.”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

“You always try to do it the way I do,” he said. “But your fingers aren’t mine.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Y-Yeah,” you whispered, breath shaky. “They don’t feel as good.”

“Of course they don’t.”

His hand came in frame, pushing his hair back, long fingers spread, veins flexing. You felt your thighs clamp at just the sight.

“my fingers fit inside you better than yours ever could.”

You whimpered, sliding two in — but it wasn’t the same. You weren’t as full. You weren’t as stretched. And you knew he could tell from the way your hips twitched.

“Slower,” he murmured. “Curl them. There. There. Right where I always hit.”

Your toes curled. You moaned his name, louder now.

“I can’t—Megumi—please—”

“You gonna cum already?” he asked, voice low but breathless. “You get that close just thinking about me?”

You nodded, frantic. “I miss your fingers—”

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “But until I get home… just pretend they’re mine.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and let go, moaning through it — but even as you came, you could hear his voice in your ear, steady, hungry.

“Doesn’t feel the same, does it?��

“N-No…”

“Good. I don’t want it to.”

He let you catch your breath, staring at you through the screen, dark lashes low over that pretty, serious gaze.

“Next time you’re needy,” he said calmly, “wait for me.”

“I’ll make sure you forget what your own fingers feel like.”

GETO SUGURU

The call connected late — just past midnight. You were curled under your sheets, face lit by the soft glow of your phone, missing him something desperate.

“Hey, baby,” Geto's voice came through, smooth and deep, already making your thighs shift.

The camera flipped — he was shirtless, hair up, towel around his hips, fresh out of the shower. His hotel room lights were low, chest glowing golden, and the second he saw you pouting?

He smirked.

“Miss me that bad already?”

You nodded, all soft and whiny.

“You shouldn’t call me like this looking that needy, pretty girl,” he murmured, propping the phone so he could lean back. “Now I gotta take care of you from miles away.”

You chewed your lip, silent for a beat. Then, quietly—

“Can I?”

His brow ticked up.

“Can you what?”

You hesitated, then slipped your hand under the covers, camera wobbling as you repositioned it to show the outline of your thighs, your pretty panties — the ones he liked.

“Touch myself…”

He groaned, deep in his throat.

“Shit. Yeah. Of course you can. Gotta ask me like that every time now.”

His voice turned dark with heat, sharp and low:

“But be good. I want your phone down at the end of the bed. I wanna see all of you while you play with that pretty pussy, yeah?”

You obeyed.

Slid your phone down, propped it so he could see you laying back — nothing on but your underwear, fingers ghosting over the band.

“Pull ‘em to the side. Don’t take ‘em off,” he instructed. “You know how much I love seeing you like that. So desperate you can’t wait.”

You did — tugging the lace aside and dragging your fingers through your folds, already slick. You could see his jaw clench, his hand shifting under the towel.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned. “Missed me that bad, baby?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whimpered, starting to rub slow circles. “It’s not the same when you’re not here.”

His voice dipped even lower.

“Let me help. Two fingers. Just like I do it. Slow at first.”

You obeyed — and he praised you every step of the way.

“That’s it. Just like that. Curl them. You know where to touch yourself now, don’t you?”

You nodded, hips lifting off the bed, thighs trembling.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he breathed. “I wanna see the look on your face when you cum.”

And you tried. You really did — but your eyes rolled back when you hit that spot, rubbing your clit faster, your body arching as your orgasm crept in.

“Gonna cum?” he whispered, watching your face with that dark, hungry smile.

“Yes, Geto—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Let go. Be loud for me.”

And you did.

Head tossed back, hand shaking between your thighs, soft gasps spilling into the mic while he jerked off to the sight of you falling apart.

You collapsed after, chest heaving, and when the camera settled, you saw him wiping his mouth, smirking like he hadn’t just come in his own hand.

“When I get home?” he said, voice low and rough. “You’re gonna do all that again. But with my mouth between your legs this time.”

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/N: my mans, megumi, choso and geto, my black hair baddiess.

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[beanarie]

@bucktommywhumpweek day 5: numb, depression. this follows from previous parts. check on #my writing to catch up.

~

The surgeon looks closer to Buck's age than Tommy's. When he raises his hand, she steps right up to him and takes a seat so they're on the same level. Buck appreciates that. "Thomas was in the early stages of hypovolemic shock, but we found the bleed and repaired it in time to avoid a crisis. We'll be keeping a close eye. As of now, there's no sign of organ failure, and we don't expect this to change his prognosis."

"Which was?" Eddie asks, shattering the invisible barrier between them and her.

"Cautiously optimistic."

He asks another couple of questions that Buck does not absorb at all, but Eddie looks open and approving, indicating he likes what she said.

Buck swallows. "Can I see him?"

"It should be some time before he's out of recovery and settled back in ICU. I'll have one of the nurses find you here?"

Buck nods, not trusting his voice. His eyes follow her progress out of the room and he gets stuck on the display of pamphlets, his vision blurring, his ribs lined with thorns. He can't control his limbs. He's shaking all over.

"He's gonna be okay," Eddie says. He slides one arm across Buck's back and begins to pull him in.

Buck lifts his shoulders to his ears and pushes out with his elbows. "D-Don't touch me."

~

Eddie hasn't left. It doesn't make any sense, but Buck refuses to ask him again. Every once in a while, Eddie says something that hits his ear and dissipates like smoke, as though Buck's physiology has decided Eddie's got nothing to say worth listening to.

Buck's phone keeps ringing and ringing, at least every five minutes, until he finally thinks to power it down.

Shortly after Eddie's phone rings, he puts it in Buck's hand.

"Hi," Maddie says, with a relieved exhale. "I'm so sorry I can't be there, Bobby's still a little warm."

Buck chokes on a sob.

"Buck? Are you okay? Talk to me."

"Could you please call him something else? Anything else?"

"You know Athena started that. It helped her start to heal."

"Yeah," he says in a small voice.

"And now it's just his name. That's who he is to all of us."

"R-Right."

She hums thoughtfully. "You know, you can give him a nickname all your own. We're not Mom and Dad. He doesn't have to go by just one thing."

"Great idea. I'll use his middle name." Buck snaps his fingers. "Oh. Wait."

"Buck. You were there for the middle name wars. You saw how much trouble we had deciding. This was the best compromise."

"Five minutes after they put him in the ground, you r-replaced him c-completely."

"Please stop. Why are you being like this?"

"You weren't even close to Bobby. N-Not like I was. But I didn't get a say."

"We're talking about my son."

"Bobby was basically my dad!" Buck says, not realizing how loud he's being until the elderly couple nearby move to the other side of the room. "The one who actually wanted the job, who wanted me. I lost him and n-no one gives a shit."

Eddie is saying something again.

"Hey, Buck. I know you're having a rough time, but what the hell. Why is my wife crying? She's been fielding calls about you this whole time, making sure you're okay even though she can't be there, and this is how you thank her, by making her feel guilty about our baby's name? You're doing this now?"

Buck wrinkles his nose and gazes up at the buzzing lighting fixture. "You know what, Interim Captain Han. Don't talk to me for another... two- two months or so. It might m-mess up your promotion if you punch one of your firefighters while- while they're injured."

He ends the call and gives the phone back to Eddie. "Give that to me again a-and I'll smash it."

~

Hen stands before him with an old-fashioned thermos in red and black plaid. "It's not a cupcake. But yours are better than the bakery I usually get them from anyway."

"What is it," Buck asks, more because he feels like he should rather than out of curiosity.

"Cheddar-tomato soup. Karen perfected it during Covid. Little Miss Nia never gave us a hard time when this was on the menu. She used to try to steal Denny's bowl, actually."

"Okay." She holds it out, but he shakes his head. He had a granola bar today. Josh slipped it in his hand at some point. Maybe Eddie did, he can't remember.

She sits next to him. "Any news on Tommy?"

"W-What are you asking for," Buck says. "You don't like Tommy."

"Hey, Tommy and I were teammates for years and I only fantasized about shoving him into an open flame, like, twice. I like him fine." She crosses her legs at the knees, unbothered. "I simply got to see him at his worst and I wasn't sure he'd be good for you."

"Bobby said he was. In e-exactly those words."

"Hm," she says. "You've been thinking about Bobby a lot."

"I can't stop, and- and no one cares," he says, feeling stupid and tiny and young, but also weirdly okay about that. There's something cleansing about giving up the filter.

"Of course we care, Buck. You just can't expect us to care more than we do about our own shit. It's not realistic. People don't work like that."

"Sure," Buck says, nodding. "Here I go again, making it all about me."

"It's okay for things to be about you sometimes. Necessary, even." She bumps her shoulder against his. "I'm sorry we let you fall through the cracks. Honestly. It was not out of malice or lack of care. Just-"

"Me not being a priority."

"And bad luck slash bad timing. Maddie's baby, Chim surviving in Bobby's 'place', Eddie's... Eddie-ness. Who ever knows what that dickhead's problem is."

"Hey," Eddie says, half-heartedly.

Buck lays his head back and throws an arm across his eyes.

Hen squeezes his wrist. "We love you. Stop hurting yourself and let us help, okay? I'm genuinely worried. You don't look good."

The thorns along his ribs twist, bringing tears to his eyes. "I don't wanna stay on Eddie's couch."

"No one will make you sleep on a couch. You can take Denny's room if you want. He spends half his nights on Mara's floor anyway."

Buck meets her gaze. "R-Really?"

"You'd do it for me, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, but- but you wouldn't need me to. You've got-"

She shrugs. "Why does that matter? You would. You did, in the beginning of lockdown."

~

"Oh, God," Maddie says, her face dipping into a sad, sympathetic frown as she rushes towards him.

Buck gives a start and hands the mostly empty cup of soup back to Hen. "Oh, I..."

"Shh." She occupies the seat Hen just vacated and takes his hands in her own. "Get over here." She pulls him in and he lets her, confused and ashamed under a thin layer of shock. "Has it really been hurting you all this time, every time we say his name?"

"No," he mumbles, letting his too long arms settle around her. "Not- Not every t-time."

"We didn't do it to replace Bobby," she says, low and urgent. "He died to keep our family going. He would've done that for any of you, but he did that for us. We honor him so we'll always remember and be grateful."

"I know. I- I know, Maddie."

She pulls away and kisses his forehead. "You feel warm, too," she says, with a watery sound of distress.

"Sleep deprivation sometimes does that," Hen says, motioning behind Buck. "Gimme your keys. We're gonna go pack you a bag. Then Eddie will bring you over mine after you see Tommy, okay? Eat some more soup or I'll get you."

Buck hands over his keys and waves them off.

Maddie turns his face to look at her. "Listen. If you're up at three am with bad dreams multiple nights in a row, you call me."

"I- I won't do that," he admits, resting his head on her shoulder. "I won't wake you up on purpose."

"Okay, we'll figure something else out, then." She curls her arm so she can stroke his hair. "Building your giant muscles until you sometimes, maybe pass out for a couple hours isn't cutting it."

Buck doesn't say anything. His eyes are stinging once more. He's missed her so much.

"You remember my glow worm doll?" she says and he makes a surprised noise.

"It lit up when you hugged it," Buck says softly. "You never let me hold it for more than f-five minutes."

"Because it was mine," she says, for the thousandth time. "He looked like that, a little bit, don't you think? When he was born?"

"Yeah, when he was swaddled up tight so it looked like he didn't have legs? He really did."

"We could call him Bug, you and me."

"Jee would want in on that action," Chim says.

[miasmaghoul]

Magmar I need you to tell me everything and all thoughts you have about bugs first time getting high pls pls pls I wanna know

ilu rat <3

lots of thoughts, mostly swaeon character study (and then they fuck around too). no real warnings, just touchy-feely, grossly sweet making out, dry humping and frottage towards the end. they are IN LOVE do NOT separate 😤

"It kinda smells like you."

Aeon sniffs at the thin, tightly rolled cigarette pinched between his fingers. Is it still a cigarette when there's no tobacco? Aeon isn't sure, the thought simply drifting by while Swiss smiles at him. They're in his room, where low evening light filters through the windows while their knees touch. Cross-legged, Swiss leaning forward with his chin propped on both fists and Aeon tipped back on one hand, but still their knees touch. Aeon insists on it - needs little bit of contact always, when it's Swiss.

"More like I smell like it, but whatever floats your boat kiddo."

His smile is a genuine one, all fang but no malice. There's mischief, though. Aeon can see it sparkling in those golden eyes. Swiss' tail idly swishes on the mattress beside him, the barbed end occasionally passing through a rosy band of fading sunlight. The only other light comes from an oversized lava lamp in the corner, its blue-green glow starting to overtake sunset oranges.

"What's it feel like?"

Aeon spins the joint between two fingers, fiddling with it like he would a guitar pick. It's not that he's nervous, more curious. He's seen most of the others high off this stuff, witnessed a variety of effects; he feels like he's in one of Aether's clinic lessons, cataloging information with a hungry mind. Always learning, always wanting to, about his pack, the world around them, anything and everything he wants to know, he strives to learn.

He knows how clingy Dew gets when his eyes have gone red and his spine sits something other than ramrod straight for once. How soft and pliant he becomes in someone's arms, or on his knees between anyone's legs.

He knows how Aether retreats into himself, sitting in his chambers and playing guitar for hours on end. Sometimes with a partner - Dew and Cumulus are the more frequent ones, sometimes both of them joining in and making beautiful music together. Aeon's sat outside Aether's room and listened more than once, singing along softly as herbal smoke occasionally flowed from the crack beneath the door.

He knows how Sunshine and Aurora become ravenous beasts, the snack pantry a victim of their appetites. Sometimes they just eat each other instead, but even then Aurora demands dessert afterwards.

And he knows a lot about Swiss.

"Different for everyone, but you know that." Swiss winks like he can read Aeon's mind. Maybe he can, it would explain a number of things. "But mostly, with this one, you're probably gonna feel relaxed and kinda fuzzy around the edges." His hands have moved, elbows no longer on crossed knees as his palms find Aeon's thighs. They're warm even through his flannels. "Like...y'know that feeling you get when you wake up too early and realize you done have to get up for another three hours and you can go back to sleep?"

"Yes, and also I appreciate how specific that example was."

"Anything for you, baby." Swiss winks again, sleazier this time, and Aeon grins back at him. "But yeah, it's kinda gonna feel like that. I call it my snuggle weed."

Aeon raises an eyebrow, mouth quirked in amusement.

"Snuggle weed? Seriously?" Swiss nods, massaging Aeon's thighs now.

"I also have snack week, slut weed, sleepytime weed and creative mode weed."

Aeon has several questions, but before he can get any out -

"This's the one Dew like the best. Gets him into what I call 'kitten mode', and if I ever find out you've told him that I will remove your balls."

Swiss points at his crotch and extends a claw, and Aeon nods vigorously. The other ghoul smiles again, retracting that claw and patting his thigh.

"Good boy." Aeon's ear twitches. Swiss plucks the joint from between his fingers. "Anyway, I figured this would be the best choice for your first time."

"Not the slut weed?"

"Thought about it," Swiss shrugs," but you're already pretty slutty all on your own so -"

Aeon laughs, pushing himself up to whack Swiss on the chest. Swiss chuffs, grabbing his wrist and guiding Aeon's arm around his neck so he can lean in and knock the horns together.

"That one's Rain's favorite," he says with a sly glimmer in hie eye. Aeon's dick tingles. "But I'll let you find out all about that on your own time."

The sun has sunk low enough now that the cool glow of the lava lamp is the only light in the room. Swiss snaps his fingers, a trick learned from Dew, and the small orange flame that flashes to life casts his features in sharp relief. The cut of his jaw and the slope of his nose, and the way the end of the joint burns cherry red when Swiss lights it and takes a quick hit. The flame goes out, and the smoky blue-green that remains when Swiss exhales makes Aeon feel like he's underwater.

"So whaddaya say, kid?" He extends his smoldering offering, holds it right up to Aeon's lips. "Wanna let me be a bad influence?"

Aeon leans past his hand and kisses him, a quick exchange of herb-tinged spit and a delighted trill from Swiss, and when he pulls back it's with his mouth open.

Swiss feeds him his first hit, hands him a tissue to deal with the ensuing coughing fits, and oh, that's what he meant by 'the eye thing'.

Ten minutes later the roach has been snubbed out, and Aeon can't tell if he's laying down or floating just above Swiss bed. His body feels impossibly heavy, yet weightless. There's something specifically unreal about it, but in a way that brings calm. He's very aware of his breathing, and of the way the muscles in his hands shift as he and Swiss touch each other.

Most of Aeon's brain has been turned off, tactile sensation the only thing he can focus on, but till his inner catalog grows. He's learning, absorbing into every part of himself how this feels, how Swiss feels.

They're on their sides now, face to face as Aeon traces every part of Swiss he can find. Memorizing the texture of his hair and the warmth of his skin. The shapes sitting beneath the surface, muscle and bone and the rush of blood. It's like he can hear it, or maybe that's just Swiss' breathing. They're close enough that every exhale flows like water over Aeon's throat, legs and tails tangled together.

"Told ya," Swiss says as Aeon's fingertips pass over his lips. He gives one of them a kiss. "Snuggle weed."

"Didn' think it'd be so fast."

Aeon giggles, hands working their way down to Swiss' chest. His stubbled throat feels so nice, but his chest hair is even better. He shifts closer still, to feel it against his own skin. When had they taken their shirts off? It doesn't matter, skin to skin is better anyway. Swiss has his head propped up on one arm, the other wrapped tight around Aeon's waist. He can feel the slight swell of Swiss' belly squished up against his own stomach, and Aeon couldn't stop purring if he tried.

"Talk about kitten mode," Swiss rumbles, voice dark chocolate and red wine, and Aeon has to taste it. Has to taste him, one hand sinking into Swiss' tight curls at the same time he shoves his tongue into his mouth, and oh how the colors in his mind explode.

It's impossible to know how long they kiss. How long Aeom licks at Swiss' fangs and Swiss nips at Aeon's lips. How long they spend so close together that their two hearts nearly pound in one chest. Aeon knows he's hard, knows Swiss is too. Every nerve in his body is on high alert, eager for stimulation that Swiss certainly isn't objecting too. Aeon's hips rock slowly but relentlessly against him, and every time the tip of his cock bumps one of Swiss' piercings, even through both of their pants, Aeon whimpers like he's in pain.

It's work to open his eyes, but he's forced to when Swiss breaks their endless kiss. His lips are so slick and swollen, and Aeon wonders if their eyes are the same shade of red.

"Need more, sweetheart?"

Oh his voice. Gravelly, thick, slurred - Aeon never wants to hear anything else. He nods, shoving his face into Swiss' throat out of a sudden urge to suck in a mark where his pulse thrums.

Swiss grunts and hisses when Aeon uses his teeth too, but doesn't even try to pull away. He manages to shove both of their pajama pants down just enough, frees both of their straining lengths, and when Swiss' fingers brush his cock Aeon feel like he could cry. He can't remember ever being so fucking sensitive.

"Fuck, you're wet," Swiss groans, and Aeon nearly cums on the spot.

Not that it takes much most than that. Not when Swiss settles the slender length of his slippery stiffy against his own think shaft. Lets Aeon feel every rung of his Jacob's ladder as he takes them both in one hand.

"Don' worry if it's quick, baby," Swiss breathes, leaning in to kiss along Aeon's jaw. "You're gonna wanna go more than once."

Aeon blows his load in two strokes, with tears in his eyes, and Swiss doesn't even laugh at him for it.

[crldnvrs97]

hi can you recommend me a few songs that scream nedcat for you?

Okay, listen... I correlate A LOT of songs to NedCat because they're ingrained into my head, even if there's a teeny tiny lyric out of a whole damn song that matches them, I'd immediately add those to my Nedcat Playlist. So I'd keep this list to a minimum of 10 with the first five I'm gonna yap about and I'm going to just put down the rest.

I guess the first one would be 1) Would You Fall In Love With Me Again. That is literally them if they had made it past their canonical deaths. "Don't tell me you're not the same person You're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting" Yeah, that's THEM your honor.

2) Would That I: This song is about the narrator using fire as a metaphor for his current and great love, and his past loves as the trees. And we all know Ned loves Catelyn's hair, which is KISSED BY FIRE!! and the fire is described to be burning down the trees as a metaphor to that current love burning down all the remnants of his past romantic relationships. "With each love I cut loose, I was never the same / Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame / I was fixed on your hand of gold / Laying waste to my lovin' long ago" THAT IS SO CATELYN CONSUMING ALL OF NED LITERALLY ALL OF HIM!! OH MY BABIES!!

3) Do I Wanna Know: Again, I had written a song fic with this one, and I think it embodies Ned and Catelyn's early marriage where they know they love each other but have not yet built up the courage to say it aloud. "Are there some aces up your sleeve? / Have you no idea that you're in deep? / I dreamt about you nearly every night this week / How many secrets can you keep?"

4) Wildflower: This is the song that was playing in my head over and over again while writing A Love That Endures because the narrator in the song is literally Catelyn thinking about the woman he slept with during the warm and her thinking if he thinks about that woman, too. It just breaks my heart. "And I know that you love me / You don’t need to remind me / Wanna put it all behind me, but baby / I see her in the back of my mind all the time / Like a fever, like I’m burning alive, like a sign / Did I cross the line?" then... " And I wonder Do you see her in the back of your mind in my eyes?" I'm killing Ned after this.

5) Snow on The Beach: I mean, even the title itself gives them away because Ned is the snow, cold, reserved, quiet, duty-bound, and Catelyn is the beach, warm, proud, fierce with emotion, a Tully to her core. This song is about the surreal magic of falling in love with someone at the same time they’re falling for you, and how beautiful and unlikely that feels. That’s NedCat in the early days of their marriage, when love wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal, but it crept in anyway.

“This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen / I searched ‘aurora borealis green’ / I’ve never seen someone lit from within / Blurring out my periphery” — that’s Ned seeing Catelyn for the first time not as the bride his brother was meant to wed, not as his duty, but as herself, and falling before he even realizes it. Then there’s “You wanting me tonight feels impossible / But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around / Like snow on the beach,” which shows that yearning between them, the disbelief that something so gentle and beautiful could grow out of grief and obligation. Their love was unexpected, improbable, and somehow still steady and soft. Like snow falling on a beach, it shouldn’t happen, but it does, and it’s unforgettable.

The rest of the songs because I have to go sleep:

The Great War

Winter Song

Me and My Husband

Willow

Before You Do It Again

[bloomiize]

perv/gooner!jake is gross and he's gotten even worse

part one two three

perv!jake finally asks for your instagram when you're paired up for a project. It’s not like he doesn’t already know it by heart. Not like he hasn’t jerked off to every single one of your posts. Not like he wasn’t drooling over that innocent little selfie you posted last night. He just wants you to know he exists now. And you happily exchange Instagrams with him like it’s nothing.

perv!jake tells his roommate everything. He asks for advice on how to get closer to you, more specifically, how he could get his dick wet.

"She sounds hot. If you ever wanna recreate that hentai scene, let me know." Jake and his roommate have always joked around about sex, but this time it felt real. Too real. His dick is already begging to be touched at the thought of fucking you, he doesn't mind if he isn't the only one.

perv!jake made an effort to get to know you. Your favourite colour, the way you like your coffee, the songs you hum when you're zoning out. He also knows how you always tug your skirt down when you think it’s ridden up too high, not high enough in his opinion. How you're so naive to just bend over without thinking, right in front of him. He knows you prefer lacy panties over thongs, soft and girly, the kind he imagines peeling off you with his teeth. He’s memorized you. Every inch. Every habit. Every sound you make.

perv!jake likes how close you two are now. You always invite him over to study, to work on the project like good classmates. And yeah, maybe he’s looked through your drawers when you’re in the kitchen. Maybe he’s taken a not-so-innocent glance at your laundry basket, eyes locked on the crumpled pair of panties sitting right on top.

He’s thought about it.

Pocketing a bra, a pair of panties, hell—even a sock. Just something. Anything that smells like you. Feels like you. Something he can wrap around his fist while he jerks off to the thought of your soft little voice saying his name.

It’s disgusting. He knows that. Still doesn’t stop him.

perv!jake can never make it halfway through the door without his dick twitching. Can you really blame him, though? You’re always wearing a tiny tank top, no bra, and he can see everything. Your shorts, if you can even call them that, barely cover your ass, riding up with every step you take. Jake nearly cums in his pants right then and there.

perv!jake helps you solve a complicated problem, and you light up like he’s the smartest boy in the world. As a sign of your appreciation, you hug him, tight, soft, your tits pressing right up against his chest like it's nothing.

And he moans.

Quiet. Slips out before he can even think. You don’t seem to notice. You just keep smiling, thanking him like you can't feel something hard pressed against you. His dick’s already leaking, he can feel it.

He clears his throat, cheeks red. “I- uh, I’m not really feeling the best. I think I’m gonna head out early.”

You pout, sweet and worried, and offer to get him some water, maybe let him lie down, hoping he'll stay a bit longer. But he’s already opening the door.

Because he needs to get home. Now. He’s seconds from cumming in his pants, and he knows once he’s alone he’s gonna jerk it to the feeling of your tits against him—again and again until he’s lightheaded and shaking.

gooner!jake cant stop thinking about you, or more specifically, your tits. Its hard not to when they're so perfect. Soft, warm, and pushed against him when you hugged. He swears you did it on purpose, not that he minds. He can't stop fucking the panties he took from your apartment a few days ago when you had him over, surely you didn't notice they went missing. They're dirty and sticky from his fluids but he can't stop, he wont stop. Jake's not proud of it but this is the closest he's getting to fucking your perfect pussy.

gooner!jake got a call from you in the middle of edging himself for the third time tonight.

"Hey! Did you make it home okay? You left in a hurry and you said you weren't feeling well..." Your voice rings through his head. He's gripping his dick tighter now, still moving his hand up and down. He can't just cum immediently to the sound of your voice, that would be so embarrassing. He has to last longer for you.

"Y-yeah I made it home fine. T-thanks" Jake's holding back moans. It's disgusting how even when he's on the phone he won't stop. He cock is throbbing in agony, he's been edging himself non stop and he so desperately wants to cum, to feel you, to fill you up.

"You don't sound sound okay Jakey, you should've just stayed. I would've taken care of you." You say it so innocently that Jake loses it. He lets out a groan and thrusts his hips violently into his hand. Jake knows your panties are ruined by him but it doesn't stop him from shoving it into his mouth, pretending he's tasting your sweet cunt against his dirty tongue

How could you just say that so casually? Calling him Jakey? Saying you would've taken care of him?

You have no idea what you do to him.

"f-f-fuck y/n. I want you so fucking b-bad." It slips out of Jake's mouth before he realizes it.

"Walking around with those t-tiny shorts. I should've just be-bent you over." His brain is practically gone at this point, all he cares about is cumming. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head while his hand moves furiously. He's moaning loudly enough that you could hear him through the phone. He doesn't care anymore; he wants to be gross for you, if you'd let him.

"I'm go-gonna cum, fu-fuck!" His hips sputtered into his fist and thick, hot ropes of cum sprayed all over his phone. He's oversentive from edging himself nonstop, brain completely empty and dick still hard.

gooner!jake realizes that you were still on the phone, you didn't hang up. Before he can apologize, your small voice comes out,

a whimper.

Are you... are you touching yourself to him right now?

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[yelenabemylova]

we are gonna win (rocky) - jeong yunho x fem!reader

summary: coming home to find your bf streaming valorant, he's oh so very puppy coded, 1.3k wc

warnings: slightly suggestive jokes, tooth-rotting fluff, golden retriever whipped bf yunho <3

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from outside the door to your apartment, you could hear yunho inside. you had gotten a notification about him streaming on your way home, assuming he'd be caught up in his game for at least a few more hours after you got home.

however, as soon as you closed the door behind you, yunho jumped up from his chair, abandoning his computer mid-game, rushing to help relieve you of your heavy bags. “your game! they're killing you!” you flinched at seeing the death animation over and over.

“that's okay, jagi. the game can wait, tell me about your day,” he gently kissed your cheek, helping you put away all of the food shopping. “are you still streaming?” you glanced at the camera directed at his chair.

“yeah, but i can turn it off,” he was about to walk over to his monitor, but you gently grabbed his wrist to stop him. “no, no, it's okay. i just don't want to say the wrong thing in front of all of those people,” you assured him. “you could never say the wrong thing,” he grabbed a dish towel, covering your faces with it from the side.

you giggled, “yuyu, what are you doing?” he pressed a gentle but loving kiss to your lips, taking you by surprise, “just showing my girl the love she deserves.” the blood rushing to your ears was a telltale sign of your flustered state, his words comforting you like a warm blanket in winter.

“honey, you should go back to your stream, your fans miss you,” you tease him, holding his free hand in both of yours. “but then i’ll be the one missing you,” he pouted, his eyes suddenly lighting up, “unless you come and sit with me.”

he looked at you with the softest expression he could muster up, though you remained composed, “but i don't have any makeup on.” the furrow of his brow spoke a thousand words, “jagi, you're beautiful when you don't have makeup on. i promise, you look gorgeous right now.”

to emphasise his point, he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your forehead before staring deep into your eyes. you sighed, yielding. who were you to say no to sitting in your boyfriend's lap for the foreseeable future. “just let me get changed into something comfortable quickly, then i’ll join you,” you walked over to your bedroom door.

“can i watch?” he half ran, half stumbled, as he followed you. gently placing your hand on his chest, you pushed him back towards his desk, “next time,” you promised, “your viewers will be missing your pretty face.” he dropped his head, dragging his feet along the floor as he admitted his defeat.

he went to the kitchen first to prepare some food for you both quickly, sitting back down in his gaming chair, the plate next to his keyboard. “boyfriend duties,” he briefly explained his absence to the stream before putting his headset back on.

from the other room, you could hear him as he picked up a phone call. “jeong yunho,” wooyoung's distinctive voice could be heard from a mile away. “careful, woo. i’m streaming,” the blonde warned him. the younger member's eye roll could practically be heard from down the line.

“you're so whipped, you just left your own stream for over ten minutes while in the middle of a game that you definitely would've won-,” wooyoung cackled. “bye, woo,” yunho hung up, a subtle blush creeping up his neck.

wooyoung was one of the biggest supporters of your relationship with yunho, always keeping him in check and making sure he was treating you right. as you walked out of your room in one of yunho's shirts which was too big and a pair of pyjama shorts, your boyfriend could not take his eyes off of you.

his expression mimicked that of a dog seeing a bone, if the bone was walking towards it with a smirk upon it's face. “yuyu?” you gently tapped his open jaw, reminding him that he was staring. “you look so pretty in my clothes,” he pulled you onto his lap, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

smiling shyly at the camera, you waved at all the fans watching, allowing yunho to take a moment to compose himself. “hello, atiny,” you bowed your head slightly, “has he been swearing a lot at the 12 year olds that are better than him?”

the chat immediately began to flood with praises of how calm he had been, and a few viewers warned him of stream snipers. you quickly opened his streaming software to reposition his camera footage over the minimap, hoping to deter any cheaters.

yunho's arms snaked around your waist, reaching his keyboard and mouse with ease. absentmindedly, you massaged his bicep as you read some of the comments that were disappearing so quickly.

“an atiny asked if you would be okay with me spending just one night with them,” you giggled, teasing yunho. instinctively, his grip on you tightened and he pressed his lips together, shaking his head, while maintaining focused on his monitor.

the round ended, and yunho leaned forward a little bit to rest his chin on your shoulder. “would you want to?” his voice was meek, a hint of fear laced within his question. “never, pup,” you scratched the back of his neck gently, feeling his head drop into the crook of your neck as his hands left his setup to hold you as though you would disappear if he let go.

“can i try?” you clicked a random button on his keyboard. he instantly perked up at your words, eager to explain the mechanics of the game and the controls to you.

when he rested his hands atop yours, they dwarfed them in an almost comical way. he guided you through getting the hang of moving around while using the mouse to look for opponents.

“atiny, do you think i can win?” you asked the stream, knowing with absolute confidence you were about to lower yunho's ranking fatally. he read the comments on his phone, blushing as they all started to cheer you on.

there was always a shadow of doubt within his mind that some fans wouldn't like that he had a girlfriend and try and insult you, but he was always pleasantly surprised when they supported you and your relationship with him.

he let you lose as many rounds as you wanted to, despite his teammates getting furious in the chat and reporting him for being a highly ranked player that was so incompetent. there wasn't a thing in the world he wouldn't do for you.

after a while, you got frustrated with doing so badly, letting yunho regain control of the game. he kissed the side of your face over and over, “you did so well, pretty.” you leaned back into him as he began to play with fans, letting your eyes close.

yunho was getting more competitive than ever now, determined to look good in front of the atiny he was playing with. when he took a break from being in the zone, he looked to see what people were saying, the majority of comments telling him to quieten down.

confused, he showed you the screen, asking what they meant. when he didn't get a response, he sat up a little to look at you, noticing your relaxed expression and even breathing. he gently kissed your closed eyelids, whispering a little apology and ending the stream with a hushed speech of gratitude for everyone who watched.

he carefully stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to bed and letting you bury your face into his neck. a rush of excitement coursed through his veins as you moved closer to him in your sleep. he never wanted you to doubt his love for you, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, and joining you in your dreams.

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[dadsbongos]

giving minimum wage clerk laios sloppy

3.1 k words / warnings - oral sex, hand jobs, public but it isn't focused on, you call laios 'good boy', not proofread

summary - you flirt with your coworker laios and suck him off in an alley outside

~~~

Laios slumps against the bag racks after returning the pharmacy key up front, prompting you to be nosey and ask,

“What’d he need?”

“Condoms.”

“Oh.”

“Right? I don’t get why they’re so shy about it,” Laios yawns, squeezing his eyes shut to revel in the sweet resulting burn, “It's worse to go in unprotected.”

“For sure,” you hadn’t meant oh as in oh, you’d meant oh as in oh because you don’t want Laios to talk about condoms. Him talking about condoms will make you think of him using one, which is only going to fluster you.

“He also wanted Plan B.”

“Crazy.”

He yawns again, then letting his head droop while bracing himself against the end of your lane. Arms pin straight and (mostly) visible, since all he’s wearing is a black Tee. Past the edges of his store apron is red vinyl, crackled from no doubt years of wear and wash. He’d shown up with a hoodie, which is strange because it’s the middle of summer, and no matter how hard you pray: the nighttime provides little relief. Either way, you’re glad to see he hasn’t snuck it on -- his arms look so much better bare.

“You tired?” a stupid question on your part.

Thankfully, Laios is your favorite coworker for a reason. He earnestly answers with a weary nod and quiet, “Yeah.”

“Poor thing,” you sit against the divot to your left, where your own set of bags rests and perch your chin in your hand, “How come? Usually you don’t get the sleepies until ten.”

And again, if it were anyone but Laios, you’d be mortified to have let that tidbit slip.

Laios perks up, scrambling for his phone as he speaks, “I was finishing that red dragon set.”

“Jeez,” you lean forward as he holds up a picture of the completed plastic array of knock off Legos; more affordable and just as dependable, “You did that all last night?”

“Took four hours, but it was worth it.”

“I thought you were gonna complete it on your weekend.”

“I was, but then, look!” he swipes over the screen before shoving it back into your face, “A winged lion!”

“Oh, cool,” when you feel that’s too bland, you add, “Isn’t that the final piece in your Griffin set?”

“Technically,” he grumbles, “I hate how they called it the Griffin set. Only one of them is a Griffin. This is just a hybrid, and the other one’s a Hippogriff. But it still looks super cool, and the instructions are way longer than any of the other ones.”

Laios looks up from where you were supposed to be staring at his screen, finding that you’re instead watching him with a stupid smile on your face. Your cheeks heat up at being caught. Just before you can stutter out an excuse, though, Laios is speaking again,

“Awesome, right?”

“Very,” you confirm with a nod.

“I’ll have to move some stuff so I can display it on my desk properly. I just have no idea where,” he pockets his phone, rolling his head onto his shoulder, “I’d have Marcille or Chil’ help but they’ll probably just tell me to trash it all.”

“Aw, I’m sure they wouldn’t! They're your friends.”

“Right. They just…”

“They tease a little too hard.”

“Exactly.”

“You can say something, you know?”

“It’s easier to just ignore,” he shrugs.

You open your mouth to retort, to encourage him to tell his friends off, but a demon beats you to it.

“Well, don’t you two look bored!” all warm fondness freezes in your chest the minute an approaching middle-aged man says that, “Break time’s over!”

Another reason Laios is your favorite is that he doesn’t find those jabs funny. You even heard that back when he first started, he’d reply to those remarks with stern sincerity. Now in his ancient wisdom, he just lets you blankly stare the man down. With clerks like Doni, you feel a pressure to at least feign a smile lest he overcompensate by actually fake-laughing.

You suffer down the interaction with as few words as you can get away with before bidding the man a goodnight.

“I hope he crashes,” you sneer, flipping open the silver cap of your change dispenser and confirming your coins can go a little longer before being filled.

Laios hums halfheartedly -- long now used to your aggro behavior towards customers you don’t like, and no longer prone to bouts of wide-eyed horror. His head is turned towards the doors, gaze lazily flicking over self-checkout to assess if anyone that way needs assistance.

You take the moment to assess him. Neck stretched and lashes beating his cheeks with every heavy blink. His lips are pressed firm, likely subconscious, and from the quirk in his hip you can tell he’s got a leg crossed over the other.

Breaking you from the study, Laios bellows another exhausted huff.

Before you can cast a cursory glance towards the clock on your screen, your supervisor is chirping from beside you, “Last break!”

So it must be nine.

God, two more hours of this? Laios sounds ready to collapse.

After signing off in order for Kabru to hop onto the register, you slip between the little gap where checkout lanes end and SCO begins. Opening one of the grab-n-go fridges with trepidation.

Does he even like energy drinks?

You’re almost certain you’ve seen him mull over them at least once… before ultimately deciding to not buy one…

He definitely doesn’t like coffee. You recall him telling Kabru the bitter taste was off-putting enough, never mind how it devastated his gut (which was entirely too much information, but it made you laugh).

Gatorade makes him think of his high school gym class, and you take that as a negative considering he nearly shivered upon just remembering the period.

Ugh. He needs the energy and there’s a three for five deal on the Monster anyway. You snatch three of the flavors that look most appealing from a Laios-point-of-view and rush to self-checkout.

“Plan on being up all night?” one of the attendants, Toshiro, warily approaches.

“No, uhm, it’s… It’s three for five! That’s like, 1.50 each!”

Mithrun, the other SCO cashier, is staring down a woman that frequently attempts walking out without paying, “I thought you didn’t like Monster.”

“The fruit punches are okay.”

“You didn’t buy fruit punch.”

“Go fuck yourself, Mithrun.”

He blinks at you slowly, “Okay.”

With an agitated scoff, you strut back to register six and saddle up by Laios, loudly clinking sweaty drinks against the faux wood surface. Kabru hurriedly checks the time, to which you interrupt,

“I’m not going to the break room, I’ll just sit here for ten minutes.”

Visibly restraining himself from pointing out you’re not supposed to do that, Kabru nods and clears his throat to greet a couple pulling in. His eye twitches with the urge to remind them loads of less than five items should go to self-checkout rather than a register. One day, you’re sure, he’ll crack -- and you desperately want to be there when he does.

“So,” you case your hands around the drinks so Laios doesn’t accidentally bag one for the couple, “Do you like Monsters?”

He frowns at you, lips flapping vapidly. Internally struggling between asking if you’re serious or if you’re being mean on purpose.

Picking up his turmoil, you blurt, “The drink! I know you like monsters. Do you like Monsters?”

“The fruit punch ones are good.”

You shouldn’t like his answer as much as you do, “I like them, too. But, uh, I didn’t get it…”

Kabru sighs as both of you go without greeting or thanking the customers before they leave.

“Oh, trying new ones?”

“No, not really. I got them for you? Kind of…”

Kabru’s icy stare pierces you, annoyance replaced with interest. You’re reminded of why he stays at this job despite hating it: drama.

“I thought, maybe, you’d want one since you’re super tired. And they were three for five, so I basically had to buy them.”

Laios silently looks at where your hands cage the cans, when you realize he’s waiting to see the flavors you pull away like you’ve been pinched. He leans on his elbows to better read each can, sleeves on his shirt riding up to expose more skin.

Laios likes orange juice so you got Ultra Sunrise. Laios likes cheesecake so you got Orange Creamsicle because they’re both sweets. And Laios supports his sister’s lesbian relationship, so you got Ultra Violet because that’s basically lavender.

His brows furrow down at the lineup before he reaches out and tips the middle one into his palm: Orange Creamsicle.

“You should have the other ones, I’d feel bad taking them too,” Laios admits, cracking open the drink, “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” when you notice Kabru hasn’t blinked since the interaction started, you jerk your head towards him, “Want one, mister manager?”

“Assistant front end manager,” Kabru sours, judging how your eyes repeatedly fall to Ultra Sunrise before taking Violet, “I don’t even have real power.”

“You’re basically a real manager, I don’t see Yaad or Thistle out here. Like ever. Even Delgal doesn’t come out of the office!”

To avoid accepting flattery, he scrounges around the cabinet beneath your receipt printer for ‘PAID’ stickers to slap on each drink.

Laios, meanwhile, sinks into his own head. The distress he felt when you asked if he liked monsters was downright alarming. He wonders if he would’ve felt that level of despair if it were anyone else asking.

Logically, he knows it’d be more hurtful because you and him are friend-ish and talk often, naturally meaning you hear about his interests quite a bit. Deeper down, past a thudding chest and into his churning gut he can tell it's more than that.

And from how hypnotizing he finds the sight of your throat bobbing around swigs of carbonated caffeine, he’s certain there’s more to his feelings than that.

But in all his years as a trusted courtesy clerk at his local branch of a large corporation grocery store, he’s seen many people fall victim to the allure of workplace incest. Subsequently, he’s seen many people quit over those fallouts.

Laios sips from his drink, trying to distract from such thoughts by taming a cringe at its bubbly stabbing on his tongue.

How could he even assume you felt that way about him? He can’t be sure you’re available for mingling.

“Are you single?” he asks, without much thought. That’s a casual topic, right? Lots of people are concerned with dating at your shared age.

Kabru signs out of the register as your break comes to a close, stubbornly lingering right behind to hear your response.

“Why?” a nervous chuckle bubbles out, you beat yourself for it, “You interested?”

Laios drinks again, shooting Kabru a pointed look.

Kabru can read it perfectly well, it’s a glare that reads: GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY. Instead of listening, he cheerfully asks, “Ready for your last break too, Laios?”

“Yeah, I’ll take it right here. You should go away.”

“Oh!”

You snort, fastening a hand over your entire jaw as if to physically repress the sound.

“Oh,” Kabru repeats, quieter, “Someone has to bag, though…”

Laios steps back with a solemn nod, wiping his clammy hands against his uniform apron. Despite picking up on the dejected tone of Kabru’s voice, Laios’ only curiosity is if you thought he looked cool being so blunt, or did he come off as some dickhead tool?

(much less some dickhead tool that speaks harshly with a very polite, very friendly supervisor)

Both you and Kabru watch as Laios snakes through the seasonal aisles toward the break room. Once he’s out of sight, Kabru’s eyes stab into you, lip twitching, “So?”

“So, what?”

Kabru’s beams at you silently.

“Ew, do not look at me like that.”

“How long?”

“You don’t need to know that.”

“I'm a supervisor! I’m supposed to know what’s going on with my fleet.”

Before you can properly lecture him on referring to his coworkers as a ‘fleet’, a pair of potential teenagers slam thirty packs of sour beer onto your conveyor belt. Excitement to card them floods you.

Thankfully, Laios’ break seems to blow by -- he’s soon muttering an apology to Kabru and replacing him at the head of your lane.

“Back already?”

Laios hums, starkly avoiding your eyes. His sudden, almost uncharacteristic, shyness compels you to take forward charge,

“I’m single, by the way.”

“Me too,” he keep looking at you, then away, then at you, then away. Over and over again until eventually you’re craning to be forced in his sight.

“You asked for a reason, right?” you click your tongue and wink in good humor, “You want me to clean your belt, huh?”

Really, you should’ve known better than to try playing coy because all Laios does is shrug with a polite yeah, sure before backing away for you to spray down his smaller conveyor.

Oh. Oh, you can’t just not suck his dick.

“No, Laios, I have a proposition.”

…

Despite no promise of getting the favor returned, you don’t know if you’ve ever been so excited to clock out before. Scurrying out as soon as your legs could carry, barely managing to bid Kabru farewell before rounding the side of the building.

Laios is leaning against the bumpy wall, hands laced at his hips and thumbs circling.

“Hey, pervert,” you coo.

His face flushes, eyes widening, “You’re a pervert, too.”

When it comes to him, you don’t mind being labeled crass. Or even nasty. It’s why you’re so pliant to crash onto your knees while yanking his jeans apart and down his thighs. He hisses, honey gaze sweeping up towards the empty road through the thin line of trees.

Noticing his distraction, you intentionally scrape nails against his flesh when wrangling his boxers.

A soft, warm palm hesitantly cups the side of your head -- his concern somewhere between pulling you to stand and keeping your attention where it is. Though, he remains conflicted on how embarrassed he should be, especially given the way you’re biting your lip.

“Already?” you coo, teasing a finger along the hot underside of his cock, “I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

“You’re just… so pretty,” Laios huffs, praying you can’t make out the glisten of sweat across his forehead.

“Aw, thanks, big guy,” you chastely kiss his flushed tip, giggling quietly when it twitches into your welcoming pucker, “Not so bad yourself.”

He whines, raising a brow at you almost expectantly, though respectfully restraining his hips from jumping towards you. Deciding to put the man out of his suspended misery, you lave him with your tongue in a broad stroke before sucking him in.

Velveteen cheeks clamping around him as you squeeze around him, tongue pressing against smooth skin. He has no particular taste beyond ‘man’, but you hum and slide him deeper as if he’s sugary sweet. Laios lets out a muted moan, biting the hand not leisurely splayed along the side of your face.

Curling fingers beneath the bone of your jaw, he feels out the bulge plumping your cheek -- heart throbbing between his ribs at the recurring thought its his fault.

Obsessively, he mulls that point over and over until he’s unthinkingly bucking into your sodden mouth. A lewd slurp from you makes his head swivel sharply, as if someone would await this point before calling the cops.

Wiry, trimmed though not kempt, flaxen pubes tickle your nose. Laios coaxes you to bury him deeper in the cinch of your throat, and you’re content to comply. Gags and sputters are lulled from you, saliva gushing through the seam on your lips and wetting his pelvis. Drool rolling down your chin and ruining the black shirt and apron you’d thrown on before leaving.

“Aw,” he pants above you, swiping away the slick with his thumb pad, “you’re gonna ruin your shirt. It’s my favorite one, too.”

Liking the way he babbles, you pull back to hawk twah into your hand and playing his balls before slipping off his cock completely,

“Yeah, baby? You like it?”

Rolling your tongue around his tip and teasing him against your cheek, fluttering wet lashes up at him.

“Uhhh…” he whimpers, “Your arms look good in it, and I can see your collar bones…” his breath hitches, adam’s apple springing with desire, “I love when you wear that shirt.”

Laios plops free, smearing spit and pre against your hot skin. Before you can obsess over the admission too long, you’re moving to bite his hips. Fully intent on bruising him. Your hand sweeps up from his nuts to stroke him, fist blurring along his cock with soaking click, click, clicks.

With a hiss, his hand flies to the crown of your head -- not pushing either way, only grasping firm and needy. You bite harder, latching to suck the flesh swollen as you flick your wrist while jerking him off. His hips thrust against your hand, absolutely mewling.

“Good boy,” you grin into his burning pelvis, “Fuck my fist, Laios. You wanna cum for me?” he nods, mouth only capable of leaking choked versions of your name, “Wanna cum in my mouth?”

He cannot hide his gasp, jerking in your grasp.

Your hand slows, much to his pathetic displeasure, “Speak then, Laios. Good boys speak.”

“Please!” he barks, entirely uncaring if anyone around the corner could hear, “I want to cum in your mouth, can I cum in your mouth? I want to bad.”

Resuming your previous speed, you nod (though not without a “Good boy, Laios, very good.”) before flattening your tongue beneath his weeping tip. Laios digs his shoulders against the wall, fervently pistoning his cock through the cramped hole of your first and toward your mouth. Sliding along the buds of your tongue. Pitchy moans and huffs overpower the drone of faraway cars.

With a hushed grunt and “fuck” from overhead, Laios is splattering -- drowning your palette. Warm and thick, you barely scrape the salty taste before shucking it down with an instinctual gulp.

“Ah!” Laios makes a quiet hack of protest, then sighs, “You didn’t have to,” breathlessly adding, “I know some people hate the taste.”

Weirdly, you didn’t. You’re unsure if that’s something you should share, however.

Rather, you stumble onto your feet, wiping the back of your hand over your mouth in case of any… spillage. Then follows the sudden wave of shame -- regardless of Laios being a full consenting adult, and your previously steadfast attitude, you do feel like a pervert. You feel like he’s going to look down on you. You feel like-

You’re nearly startled into the bushes when you look up, Laios’ eyes split open and gleaming in the moonlight with unsettling brightness. Fists clenched at his sides after what you’re sure is the world-record for pulling one’s pants back up.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks simply.

Or maybe he’s just as into you as you are him.

[ysrjune]

SAM MONROE X HYPERFEM SWEETHEART!READER. 🌸

a/n: reader is highkey just @dollfilmz because she requested it (two months ago..), I used a semi-colon for the first time, and I KNOW it was wrong, but idc leave me alone.

“Why do you always wanna wear something cute. We're only going to my brothers birthday party. It's just gonna be us and a few of his school friends.” Sam kisses his teeth, watching you apply your favorite blush. “Um, because I dont want to look like a bum? And also because I just like wearing cute clothes.” You roll your eyes. “Thats like me asking you why you're always refusing to take a shower.” You tease.

Sam scoffs. “Woah, hey, I take showers.” He marches over to your vanity where you sat in front of. “Are you sure?” You knit your eyebrows and scrunch your nose after getting a whiff of him. You were just messing with him. He smelt normal; like his usual cologne. “Stop it!” He whines and spins your chair. “Are you ready yet?! You're takin' forever.” He keeps complaining. “Oh my God. Yes, Sam. Yes.” You stand up from the chair and push him aside to grab your purse.

You went back to your vanity to grab the makeup you used so that if you needed touch-ups, you had the tools. “SEE? YOU'RE NOT DONE!” He exaggerates by going to your bed and screaming into a pillow. Ew. Ick. Whatever, he's hot and not serious. “That's actually hilarious.” You smile and fix your hair in the mirror. “Okay, let's go.” You smile. Sam gets up from the bed and takes your hand quickly to get out of your house.

℘ AT THE PARTY . .

“Your outfits are always so pretty, y/n. Oh, and your hair! Oh, I'd die for your gorgeous blonde hair.” Robin compliments. She's always admired you; thinking you are the most beautiful girl ever. "Oh, thank you.." You say shyly with a smile and then begin to talk about what products you use for your hair and where you get your clothes even if she'd probably never go to those stores. She thinks she's too old to rock the cute aesthetic you have going on.

Sam stayed silent, sitting next to you messing with the end of your dress that rested on your thighs. He wasn't paying attention to what you were saying. What use would he have of knowing how to make his hair silky? He doesn't care. Especially since his hair is dyed. Which is stupid cause you can still have nice hair when it's dyed, but Sam doesn't give.

Your conversation with his mom died when one of the little boys asked her for something, and she went to go fetch it. "You do look beautiful, I guess." He murmurs and leans his head on your shoulder, then kisses it. "You're bad." He smirks. "Ew, you're such a man." You roll your eyes and kiss the side of his head. Sam smiles with his eyes closed. “Yeah, whatever, babe.”

Later on, after the sunset, you and him stayed on the balcony outside of his room. "It's cold out here, but it's also super nice. I love your house! It gives such nice views." You say as he holds you from behind. "Yeah, it's alright." He sighs and attempts to braid your hair. "You have to leave in a little bit." He frowns. "Can I just keep you in my closet and pretend you went missing, and I don't know where you are?" He tilts his head, halfway done with the horrible attempt of his braid.

"Sweetie, you'll live." You smile. "We can see each other tomorrow! We'll have a fun movie marathon and I'll shower you with kisses and hugss!" You suggest.

"But I want you to stay here. I want all that tonight." He forgets the braid and just holds you. "You're soft and warm. I can't sleep without something soft and warm."

"I got you those pillows that are exactly for that, Sam!"

"Okay? But they're still not you." He huffs and spins you around to look at him. "Can I have a kiss goodbye?" He gives you puppy eyes. "If you stop making that weird face.."

"I was hoping you weren't into it." He chuckles and begins kissing you for a while, but the moment was ruined when your mom called that she was here. "I have to go." You frown. "Alright." He sighs and walks you all the way to your mom's car.

That night he missed you even more than he usually does. Missed your sweet scent and smile. Your contagious laugh. He was already excited for tomorrow, and he figured the faster he slept, the sooner he'll wake up and see you again. Or maybe even better—he'll dream of you.

this is str8 buns

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hi!! can I sneak a request here? I think this will be too common but nat and r always bickering in front of the team (they're together but no one knows) and then one day everyone was confuse because nat got sick and the other person who's sick is r who flops beside natasha and gave her a kiss while completely unbothered in the avengers common room and everyone's like 👁️👄👁️ "are we seeing the same thing?"

I loved writing this! Thank you for the request :)

You were constantly fighting with Natasha. Most of the team had a hard time figuring out if it was because you liked her too much or not at all.

Either way, they all tried to stay out of your way when it happened. Unfortunately for Sam, you’re both in the kitchen today, and he really needs to get something to eat.

“We’re baking cookies, wanna join us?” you say while Natasha adds milk to the mix.

“That’s nice” he says, approaching with caution. 

“I know, I can’t believe Natasha didn’t know how. Lucky for her, I was willing to show her” 

“Yeah, I’m so lucky” Natasha mutters between gritted teeth and you turn to glare, holding a knife that you were using seconds ago.

“What was that?” 

“I’m so… yucky. From all the eggs that I cracked”

“It was only supposed to be half a dozen” 

“I added a bit more”

“Why the hell would you do that, Natalia?”

“Because I can, that’s why, Y/N”

You groan, putting the knife away and looking at the dough that will no longer be useful. Before Natasha can catch what you’re doing, you grab a handful of flour and throw it her way.

“Seriously?”

“What you gonna do about it, Romanoff?”

Sam sighs, silently retreating back to his room. He can order takeout. And just to be extra sure, he locks the door and puts on his headphones. It’s none of his business if you two destroy the kitchen.

That’s how he misses the next thing that happens. As soon as Natasha cleans some of the flour, she looks at you, trapping you in her arms.

“No, Nat”

But she hugs you, making sure your clothes get dirty too, and when her lips meet yours, the feeling is so nice and warm that you forget you’re gonna have to clean the kitchen and yourselves.

“Fine, we’ll bring something else to my friend’s party” you say against her lips and she kisses you once more before smiling.

“How about a nice bottle of very expensive wine from Tony’s reserve?”

“You’re evil” you laugh, holding her close. “Not a word about it, Sam… where did he go?”

“Who knows” Natasha shrugs her shoulders, and then leans down to kiss you. “Now, get out of those clothes. I want to do things that are dirtier than this kitchen”

Natasha carries you to her room, while you giggle and hold her close.

—

Movie night is always a pleasant time, especially when you and Natasha sit far away from each other and don’t argue as usual. 

You usually hang in the back with Bucky, because you’re the only one who doesn’t mind explaining him all the references that go over his head.

Today, he’s away on a mission, so you take over an entire sofa and stretch comfortably.

“That’s my spot” Natasha says.

“Find another one”

“I like this seat. The AC doesn’t hit me directly and it’s far away from Sam so I don’t have to listen to his stupid impressions”

“Hey!” he says. “I make a really good De Niro”

“No, you don’t” everyone says at the same time.

“What’s in it for me?” you smile, crossing your arms. 

“Not getting your ass kicked to the point where you can’t sit anywhere else”

“Someone likes it rough” you tease her, and her smile makes you break. “Fine, we can share, but you’re giving me a foot massage”

“I am not”

The redhead sighs, but you still place your feet on her lap. For the first ten minutes, everyone’s tense, waiting for the fight to continue. But, to their surprise, Natasha’s hand is going up and down your leg, while you lean against her. 

Pretty soon, their focus is back on the movie. Until…

“Who’s snoring?” Tony says, looking around. He turns back and finds you sound asleep, your head now resting in Natasha’s lap. The redhead is running her hands through your hair.

“Looking for something?” Natasha snaps and Stark looks back to the screen.

You don’t wake up until the credits are rolling.

“Is it over?” you say, rubbing your eyes.

“I don’t know, we couldn’t hear because of all your snoring”

“I don’t snore”

Natasha scoffs and looks around, but everyone stays silent.

“Cowards!”

“I don’t snore. Come on, you didn’t finish that massage” 

But Natasha is already standing up, walking to her room.

“Get away from me. And go to a doctor, you’re gonna choke in your sleep one day” 

You laugh, following her to her room. Everyone else thinks you’re probably gonna bicker for a while longer, but all you’re planning is to cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

—

It’s a quiet afternoon, with Bucky and Steve watching a game while Clint is fixing an old radio.

But pretty soon, they can hear the familiar sound of two voices arguing.

“Pick one” you say, chasing Natasha. 

“They’re the same” 

“They are not the same” you insist, holding the paint samples closer to her eyes. “Look at them”

“I am. This is blue. And so is this one”

“Oh” you flip them, eyeing them for a second too long. “I’m sorry, Nat. I didn’t know you were blind. This is shappire and this is egyptian. Pick one”

“Are we repainting the common area or something?”  Clint asks Steve and Bucky, but they just shrug their shoulders. Like wild creatures, it is better to not look at either one of you when you’re arguing.

“Neither. I think green might be better”

“I am not going back to the store to get more samples so you can tell me they are both the same green!”

“Fine, I will. In fact, they won’t be samples. I’ll get the paint and you’ll like it”

She turns, finishing the conversation.

“At least wear a damn jacket, it’s gonna rain” when she ignores you, you groan, getting her coat and yours. “Honestly, Natalia”

—

It’s game night, another one of the traditions you’ve incorporated since welcoming new and younger team members like Peter.

You’re starting with charades and Peter, Tony and Bucky are on your team. 

The category is thrillers and you’re on the edge of your seat, waiting for Peter to start. He smiles real big and you shout.

“The Shining!”

“Yes!”

Silence of the Lambs, Taxi Driver, Jaws, Sixth Sense all come up and you guess them one right after the other.

“We’re leading by ten points” Tony says, looking at the iPad. You high five Peter, smiling as Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Alright, I’m next” Steve says and you have to cover your mouth to keep from giggling.

“Uh… pass” he grabs another paper and then another, and a third one. “Pass”

“I’m gonna kick your ass” Natasha groans, massaging her temples.

“Oh, I know this one” he says, doing the signal for movie.

“We already know it’s a movie, hurry up” Natasha looks ready to throw him across the room. 

Steve hunches over, his arms dangling low. He then jumps around, alternating between one feet and the other.

“Hunchback of Notre Dame. Uh… The flying monkeys of Wizard of Oz? Elephant man?”

“It’s King Kong” Steve says and everyone bursts out laughing.

“Are you kidding me?” Natasha says, while your team toasts. You’ve won, yet again.

“Better luck next time. And I hope you haven’t forgotten our little bet” you say, fixing the collar of Natasha’s shirt.

“What bet?” Clint asks and you both turn around at the same time.

“Nothing” 

You excuse yourself, going to the bathroom. The next game is Jenga, and you think you’ll pass, because there’s no way you can beat Peter. As you go back to the living room, you approach Natasha.

“Don’t be a sore loser, baby” you say, making sure no one can hear you. “I know the bet was that the winner gets to do anything they want in bed… but I do have a little peace offering”

You place your underwear in her pocket, smiling as she blushes. 

“Something to look forward to” you wink, walking back to the table as Clint starts the game.

Yeah, thinking about it, Natasha hadn’t lost at all.

—

The day is a bit dark, and gloomy. The morning was slow and the afternoon has been the same.

“It’s quiet” Clint comments, looking out the window as the rain keeps falling.

“Mhm” Sam agrees, sipping his coffee.

“A bit… too quiet, don’t you think?”

Everyone’s supposed to be at the Compound, and yet, there’s no arguing or sassy comebacks.

“Do you think they finally killed each other?” Clint says and Sam chuckles.

“Maybe. If the flu hasn’t killed Nat yet”

“Oh, she’s sick?” Clint feels bad for not knowing. “Maybe I’ll get her some soup…”

“Hey” someone greets from the door. You’re wrapped in a blanket, wearing one of Natasha’s t-shirts and holding a box of tissues. “Sorry, I won’t stay long. I’m just getting us some tea” 

“Us?” 

But you’re too tired to hear what Sam says. You prepare two steaming cups and drag your feet to the living room, Clint and Sam following close behind.

“Why aren’t you in our room, baby?” you say, sitting next to Natasha. You kiss her forehead and smile. “Hey, your fever’s down”

“I told you not to stay in my room. Now you’re sick too” she coughs, but nuzzles your neck and sighs. 

“Shut up and drink your tea, Tasha”

“This whole time, YOU TWO HAVE BEEN TOGETHER” Sam shouts and you make a face.

“Can you not do that thing with your mouth? The talking thing”

“But we thought…” Clint says, looking between the two of you.

“We thought you hated each other”

“Sometimes, because she can be a pain in the ass” you say, laughing when Natasha pokes your side. “Nah, that’s not true. I love her”

Natasha smiles against your neck, pulling you down to take a nap.

“Love you too” she says against your hair and you yawn.

Clint and Sam leave the room, as if they’ve seen a ghost. 

“Is everything ok?” Steve says, running into them.

“Cap, you’re not gonna believe this” 

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Hostage Situation

Zayne x Sylus (x gn!Reader)

The reader character doesn't actually show up in this, they're only mentioned by the guys, but this is still very much a poly relationship

Wrote this with brown noise blasting in my ears at full volume to drown out my annoying relatives so I hope the desperate yearning to be there with the boys comes through okay /hj

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, polyamory, cuddling, kissing, literal sleeping together, pet names, dialogue heavy

Word count: 597

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"I need to get up soon, love."

Sylus hums, acknowledging the words, but ignoring their meaning completely as he presses his face further against the doctor's neck, hiding from the daylight pouring in through the blinds. "What for?" he asks in a murmured rumble.

Zayne grins despite the inconvenience. He combs through Sylus's white locks, scratching idly at the base of his skull to draw out a low groan of appreciation. "I have work today."

"What kind? Surgeries, patients, or paperwork?"

He huffs. "Is this an interrogation?"

Sylus's hot breath tickles his neck as he laughs. "Yeah, it is." Lazy kisses begin littering his neck, from the hollow of his throat to his jaw, from his collarbones to just behind his ear. It's hard not to get sucked into the sweet pleasure of it all. Unhurried, warm, soft - he wants to melt into the bed and stay here all day. "You gonna talk willingly?"

He trails his hand along Sylus's bicep. Sylus, seemingly without thought, slips that arm out from underneath Zayne in order to hold his hand. They lay interconnected on the bed, stretched out to the side. That half of the bed is already empty. "When did they get up?" Zayne asks instead.

"Hmm," another kiss over his pulse, "they were already up when I got back."

"Ah, so I became your unwitting victim in their stead."

"Unwitting? Since when do victims willingly hold their kidnapper's hand?"

"It's an unfortunate hostage, caught in the crossfire," Zayne laments in the usual dead tone of his dry humor. Sylus snorts regardless.

He turns his face to rest his cheek on Sylus's forehead. He glances at the clock on his bedside table. "You're going to make me late again."

Sylus sighs deeply, but finally relents. He lifts himself up onto one arm to hover above his partner. Their hands depart so he can cup the doctor's cheek and swoop in for a proper kiss, slow and warming, before he at last pulls away and lays down on the empty half of the bed. He readjusts to lay on his stomach. As soon as Zayne gets up, he steals his pillow and uses it for his head, while one of yours has been captured and is being held to his chest.

"I'll see you tonight, before I have to leave," he murmurs from his comfy spot amidst the scents and lingering warmth of his partners.

Zayne hums, already heading to his closet to get dressed and start the day. "Try not to bring work back with you," he chides, all too affectionately to be scolding. "If your Evol runs out, you have other medical professionals at your disposal that can help."

"Yeah," he agrees with a chuckle, "but they don't kiss it better."

Zayne grins to himself as he grabs a black tie off the hanger. "Who says I'll kiss it better this time?"

Sylus pointedly holds up his left hand to show the gold and silver rings decorating his fingers. "Nuptial law, sweetie. Don't forget your lunch."

"I won't, thank you." He rounds the bed and presses a final kiss to the crime lord's temple. "Get some sleep. I love you."

"Love you, too."

Zayne stands back up and starts heading for the door, when a resounding SMACK! stops him dead in his tracks. His shoulders are up by his ears, his back tense and stock straight. He pivots sharply to glare down at his partner.

Sylus smirks, looking up at him with lazy red eyes and all the smugness in the world. "Sorry, snowflake. I couldn't resist."

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I'll chain myself to your soul - robert keating x reader

Request: nope Pairing: robert keating (bobby skeetz) x art student!reader Summary: bobby thinks you're too busy to visit him on tour and he's trying not to let it show how upset he is about it Warnings: swearing (ofc), bobby being upset :(, smoking (the band & reader), mentions of sexual themes but nothing actually happens, uhhh mentions of hickeys?? mentions of alcohol. other than that nothing but my undying love for bobby Word count: 5.1K (I got a little carried away...) A/N: inhaler is the only thing on my mind these days what was I supposed to do? not write about them? also keep in mind I know quite literally nothing about them just that they're irish and make banger music. (and bobby is a LOVERBOY. fight me on this) enjoy!

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'you really can't make it?'

bobby's voice pulls you from your concentration. you look up from your sketchbook at him. it's the day before he has to leave for tour, and the two of you decided to relax rather than plan a bunch of activities.

'yeah, sorry, love.' you say.

he walks over to you and sits down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

'that's really nice.' he says, looking at your sketchbook.

'you think so? they're just warmups.'

'you say that every time you make something that looks fucking amazing.'

you chuckle at his words, turning your head slightly so you can kiss his forehead.

bobby is silent as he watches you draw. they really were just warmups. you were sketching the empty plates that were on the table, you hadn't cleaned up after dinner yet. there was a bigger piece you needed to work on. and from experience, you knew you'd get less frustrated if you warmed up before you started with that.

next to you, bobby mumbles something you can't quite hear, his breath tickling the exposed skin of your neck.

'what was that?' you say.

'I'm gonna miss this.'

'watching me draw?'

'yeah. you. and us.'

you put your pencil down and turn, taking bobby's face in both of your hands.

'we've talked about this, my love. we'll call and text, like we did the last tour. you'll play with the guys and have an excellent time. and I'll be waiting for you at the airport when you get back.'

bobby smiles at you but his eyes are still a bit sad. 'I know. you won't get rid of me that easily. but calling isn't the same and you know it.'

it was breaking your heart, seeing him like this. knowing you had a flight booked. but it would be so worth it in a few weeks. you just had to pretend for a little while longer. and hope everyone else would keep their mouth shut about it.

you lean in and softly kiss his cheek.

'want to watch a movie? I can always work on this later. and you'll be leaving tomorrow, so we'd better make the most out of these last few hours together.'

bobby's eyes light up. you knew it would do the trick. he loves cuddling with you. and a movie is the perfect excuse to do so.

while he picks a movie from the pile of dvd's you own, you change into a more comfortable outfit. it's a bit hard to navigate your way back to the couch. being an art student and living in a tiny flat isn't the best combination; there's piles of sketchbooks and art supplies everywhere.

and it doesn't help bobby decided to stay with you until he needed to go to the airport, so his bags are also added to it all.

while trying to get to the couch, you trip over one of your own bags and nearly face plant onto the floor, if it wasn't for bobby.

he's s quick to catch you, his hands on your hips to steady you. you smile gratefully at him. as you settle on the couch, you look at the tv to see which movie he picked.

when the familiar intro starts, you narrow your eyes as you look at your boyfriend.

'did you purposely pick one of my favourites?' you say.

bobby shrugs. 'I don't know what you're talking about. I fucking love legally blonde.'

you laugh at his response and cuddle closer to him.

as you watch the movie, you can tell bobby's not really paying attention to it. his fingers are lazily drawing patters on your leg, and he keeps pulling you closer.

you don't mind. you've seen the movie a thousand times, and you'd much rather focus on bobby.

when the movie ends, it's getting late. you're very comfortable on the couch in bobby's arms, but you know he has an early flight tomorrow. so instead of snuggling closer to him, like you normally would, you move to get up.

bobby makes a noise of protest, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back down on the couch.

'bobby.' you laugh. 'you have an early flight tomorrow. come on, we can cuddle in bed.'

you watch as he thinks it over, seems to agree with it in his head, and then nudges you to get up again. the second you stand up and walk towards the bedroom, you feel bobby taking your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours.

he always did get more of a lovesick puppy when he knew had to leave for longer periods of time. not that you minded. but it was getting harder and harder to keep this secret, knowing how upset bobby was about not seeing you for so long. if only he knew.

while the two of you get ready for bed, you notice how bobby is constantly touching you. a hand on your waist, leaning against your side, fingers skimming your lower back as he walks past you to reach for something.

he even sits on the edge of the sink as you finish your skincare for the night. only when you put all of your products away and bobby knows you'll follow him, does he go into your bedroom.

even though neither of you didn't really do anything tiresome that day, you're quick to fall asleep. maybe it's the fact you know your alarm is set for very, very early. or maybe it's just the fact you always sleep better when bobby's next to you.

it feels like only a couple of hours later, when the sound of your alarm wakes you. you roll over - as much as you can, with bobby laying practically on top of you - and hit the snooze button.

you're very comfortable, wrapped up in bobby's arms. but after snoozing your alarm for a third time, you really have to get up.

'bobby.' you say softly, nudging him. 'we gotta get up.'

'five more minutes.' he mumbles.

'we already had five more minutes half an hour ago. we really have to get up, or you'll be late.' you say.

bobby sighs, opening his eyes. you smile at him, leaning in to softly kiss him.

'horrible fucking morning breath, love.' he says as he frowns and pulls away.

you let out an offended noise and move away from him, but bobby reaches out and pulls you back. he smiles at you before kissing you again.

'you're lucky I like you.' he says. 'even when your breath stinks.'

'fuck off. as a punishment, you're the one who has to make us both breakfast now.' you say.

'oh no, what a horrible thing to do.' says bobby sarcastically.

'come on, get up. for real.' you say, pushing him towards the end of the bed.

bobby moves back to you yet again, but you're quicker. you reach out and press your cold feet against his bare legs.

'fuck, love!' he exclaims. 'mean.'

'necessary.'

'you love tormenting me, don't you?'

'it's what made you fall in love with me.'

bobby smiles, steals another quick kiss, before going into the kitchen to finally make you breakfast.

like every time one of you has to leave early, time seems to go by twice as fast as usual. before you know it, bobby's bags and suitcase have been loaded into your tiny car and you're off to meet the others at the airport.

once you've unloaded all of the bags, you say hi to the others. they're all buzzing about tour and you're glad to see bobby is excited as well. he was pretty quiet throughout the drive, and you knew it was because he was in his head thinking about being away from you.

haley, eli's girlfriend, walks up to you.

'hi!' you say.

'hey you!' she says, hugging you tight.

'how are you doing?'

'good! excited about joining them for tour.'

the two of you look at the guys messing around, their happiness is infectious.

'bobby looks happy.' says haley.

'he does now, but he's been so upset about leaving.' you say. 'I felt awful lying to him for so long.'

'well, you're not in the clear yet. just a little while longer.'

'I know, I know. wish time would go faster though. and you all better keep your mouth shut about this, or all my lying and hiding my plane ticket would have been all for nothing.'

haley pretends to zip up her mouth and throws away the imaginary key, making you laugh. at the same moment, eli walks up to you.

'are you all ready, darling?' he says to haley. 'we have to board the plane soon and still need to get through security.'

'all ready! let's get this show on the road.' she says, winking at you.

the two of them join the others just as bobby approaches you. he smiles at you, but you can tell he's still sad. you reach out and wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him and smiling brightly.

'you're gonna have the best time.' you say.

bobby nods and pulls you in for a hug, burying his face in your neck.

'I'm gonna miss you.' you say softly.

you pull back slightly so you can look him in the eye. 'call me when you land, okay?'

'I will. send me some of your sketches, yeah?'

you nod, then pull him in for a soft kiss. you press your forehead against his when you break apart.

'I love you.' you say softly.

'love you too, darling. so fucking much.' he says.

'oi!'

you look over bobby's shoulder, glaring at eli for ruining the sweet moment you were having with your boyfriend.

'come on, loverboy, we can't tour without a bassist.' says eli.

bobby rolls his eyes as you chuckle at eli's words.

'you heard him, loverboy.' you say.

bobby's eyes snap up to your face. 'don't ever fucking call me that.'

you laugh and pull him in for another kiss.

'go get 'em, love.' you say. 'have fun out there.'

'I'll call you the second we land.' bobby promises, kissing you one last time before joining the others.

you wave until you can't see them anymore. then you start to head back to your car to drive home.

even though you knew you'd see bobby again soon, it's hard. your flat isn't that big, but it sure can feel enormous when bobby isn't in it.

and even though you knew you'd see him again soon, time goes by painfully slow.

you didn't lie about everything to bobby, you do have classes. just not nearly as much has he thinks, and it was hard not to call when you were "in class".

once assessment days have passed and the new project is assigned, you're getting closer and closer to seeing bobby again. the current assignment you're working on is simply filling a sketchbook with a consistent theme, experimenting with different techniques and materials.

and if you happened to fill every page of the sketchbook with illustrations of bobby, they really couldn't disapprove. not if "traveling with my rockstar boyfriend" was your theme. and, you told yourself, surely your teachers would understand if it required you to study your subject up close, right? no big deal.

as you're sitting in your last class of the week, you're practically counting down the seconds until it's over. after this class, you'd finally travel to see bobby.

they've been touring for about two weeks now, even though it feels like eternity. of course, you'd called and texted with bobby whenever you could. the more time he spent on the road, the more he talked about tour. you loved to see him like that, the way his eyes sparkled when he told you about the most recent show they played.

you're so caught up in your thoughts, you nearly miss it when your teacher dismisses you all. a smile forms on your face as you quickly shove everything in your bag, then head to the door while waving at your friends.

you send bobby a text, saying class is over and you would love to call, but you had back to back meetings about some project. which was, again, a total lie. you had a flight booked and you needed to get to the airport as fast as possible.

the trip home takes half as much time as usually, and since you'd already packed your suitcase, all you have to do is pack a few things you still needed that morning. you throw on a different sweater to be more comfortable, text haley your updated schedule, and you're off.

you really love haley. she's become your best friend ever since you started hanging out with the guys. she's been with eli for ages, and taught you some very good strategies to keep the media coverage to a minimum when you're going out with bobby.

and it's nice to share with her what it's like when your boyfriend is a rockstar traveling the world, and you're a student. even though you and haley do very different studies - she's an english culture and literature major - you often get together for study dates, even when bobby and eli aren't on tour.

once you arrive at the airport, you get hit with a wave of deja vu. only two weeks ago, you were here saying goodbye to bobby. now you're about to board a flight that takes you straight to him.

you're an exciting mess while waiting for your plane. you really missed bobby whenever he was away. especially given you always struggle to fall asleep on your own, ever since you and bobby started spending more and more time with each other.

while the trip to the airport and the waiting at the gate takes forever, the fight itself seems to go by in a blink. you tried to pass the time by sketching in your sketchbook, but you're too excited about seeing bobby again.

as you wait for your suitcase to arrive at the baggage claim, you text haley. she tells you she's already waiting at the park and ride, and she assures you bobby doesn't suspect a thing. she also made sure the others kept their mouth shut about it. and she updates you on what she and eli have been up to in between shows. haley also hints about something she simply cannot tell you over the phone, which makes you excited to see her.

after waiting nearly twenty minutes on your suitcase, you finally spot the bright yellow suitcase you'd covered in stickers. you pull it out - which doesn't go as smoothly as you'd hoped - and follow the signs to the park and ride.

when you get outside, you quickly scan the parked cars. then you spot a familiar brunette in a white coat and a dark blue scarf. just as haley spots you, she waves excitedly at you with both of her hands, rushing to meet you.

'hi!' you squeal, hugging her.

'hi!' she says. 'how was your flight?'

'longer than it should be. I'm so ready to see bobby.' you say.

'come on, they're dying to see you!' says haley, pulling you towards the car.

'whose car is this?' you ask, as you put your suitcase in the back.

haley shrugs. 'someone from the crew. don't worry, I asked nicely.'

the two of you get in the car, taking off your coats and scarves. you pull out your phone to shoot bobby a quick text about the imaginary class you had today, telling him you'd call after you'd run some errands. as usually, he instantly replies, telling you he can't wait for your call. as haley pulls out of the park and ride, the radio starts playing some old 80's rock song.

you look at haley to ask her how long the drive to the venue will take, but you're distracted.

'haley.' you say. 'what's that in your neck?'

immediately, her hand flies to her neck, covering the very obvious trail of hickeys there.

'fuck!' she says. 'my concealer must have worn off.'

you watch as she flicks open the mirror above her to study the bruises on her neck.

'is this what you couldn't tell me over the phone? haley, the amount of weird and also very explicit shit we've texted each other, and you couldn't text me eli basically assaulted your neck?' you laugh.

'no, that's not what I was going to tell you.' she says. 'well, it's part of it. but not the big thing I was going to tell you.'

'we're calling it a big thing now?'

'yes. the hickeys, well, I got those after I said yes to eli asking me if I want to move in with him when we get back from tour.'

'haley! shut the fuck up!' you say, grabbing her arm.

'watch out, I'm fucking driving!'

'sorry, sorry!' you quickly let go of her arm. 'haley! that's huge!'

'I know right! he asked me after the paris show. I mean, it was so fucking cliché he asked me in paris.'

'don't act like you didn't love it.'

'of course I did! remember that conversation we had about if the bunks on the new bus would fit two people? well, they do. not super comfortably, but it helps eli isn't that tall. with you and bobby though, it might be a tight squeeze.'

'oh no, we'll fit in there.'

haley looks at you, eyebrows raised.

'what? I've been on tour before, did you think I'd sleep in a different bunk?'

the two of you spend the next twenty minutes chatting non-stop. catching each other up on everything you didn't text, and going over everything you did text each other once more. you'd never run out of things to talk about with haley.

before you know it, you arrive at the venue. haley calls eli to ask him where they are. he makes a big deal out of explicitly asking her how the stores she checked out were - what you assume was the cover story they told bobby to explain why haley would drive off.

after confirming they're outside by the busses having a smoke, you get out of the car and follow haley as she leads you towards them.

'you nervous?' she asks you.

'more nervous in an excited way, you know? even though it's only been two weeks.' you say.

'you and I both know two weeks can feel like an eternity.' she says.

you spot the busses in the distance and a smile forms on your face when you hear eli's laughter. you push haley to go first, so it wouldn't give you away immediately.

when you hear the guys greet her, you wait a few seconds to follow her.

ryan is the first to see you, smiling at you but keeping his reaction very subtle, so it's not obvious right away. he nudges josh, who also smiles at you.

haley says something to eli, who turns around to catch your eye.

and then, finally, bobby spots you.

'oh shit.'

in a matter of seconds, he's dropped his cigarette and made his way over to you. bobby wraps his arms around you and lifts you off of your feet.

you laugh into his neck, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with cigarette smoke.

when bobby puts you down, he's got a huge smile on his face. you smile back at him just as he leans down to kiss you.

after not seeing him for a while, it's the best feeling ever. you shuffle your feet closer, wanting to be even more near him. bobby is all too happy to return the favour, pulling you closer. you're so caught up in this, in him, you don't even register haley and the guys whistling at you and cheering you on.

bobby pulls away and you instantly miss the feeling of his lips on yours.

'you're supposed to be in class.' he says. 'what the fuck are you doing here?'

you laugh, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. 'I might have lied about that.'

'what about your project? that new assignment?'

'I didn't totally lie about that, I just decided to pick you as my subject.'

bobby smiles at you. 'I really fucking love you, you know that right?' he says.

'yeah, I know it. I love you too.' you say.

'oh, I know you do. otherwise you wouldn't have flown across europe to surprise me.'

'is it a good surprise?'

'the fucking best, love.'

bobby kisses you once more before finally allowing the others to say their hellos.

after a lot of smiles and hugs, you catch up with them while sharing a cigarette. you can feel bobby's hand on your waist the entire time, and you revel in the feeling of it.

way too soon, the guys have to go inside again to start prepping for the show tonight. haley catches you up on all the things that happened while you weren't there, and the two of you watch the soundcheck.

knowing you wouldn't be of much help right before the show, you decided to already head to your spot early with haley. but not before saying good luck to bobby, of course.

he smiles as he walks up to you. you can't help but to check him out from head to toe. you always loved seeing him in his stage outfit right before a show.

'like what you see?' says bobby, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

'very much.' you say, looking up at him. 'are you free tonight?'

bobby chuckles at your words. 'trying to pick me up, are you?'

you shrug. 'figured I could try.'

'I'm flattered, but I have a girlfriend.'

'really? she's a lucky girl.'

bobby laughs softly and kisses you.

'we were thinking of all going out for drinks after the show. if you're not too tired after your flight.' he says.

'sleep can wait. I just want to spend as time with you as much as I can.'

'drinks it is then.'

'I'm gonna head to the balcony with haley, make sure we're not in the way or anything.' you say.

'get a good view.' says bobby, winking at you.

'I always have a good view when I'm looking at you.' you say. you lean in and kiss him softly. 'have fun tonight, I'll come find you after the show.'

with one final kiss, you leave bobby to prepare for the show with the boys, finding haley.

the two of you head up to the balcony that's reserved for friends and family. a few of the crew members are there as well. you chat with haley while waiting for the show to begin.

it's a lot of fun watching everyone enter the venue. the support act is very nice and you're pleased to see the crowd loves it as well. and then it's finally time for inhaler to take the stage.

no matter how many of their shows you see, and no matter if you're backstage, in the crowd or up on the balcony like tonight, it's always amazing.

you love watching bobby on stage. his eyes are hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, but you can feel his eyes on you during the show.

you and haley dance and sing your heart out, and a couple of minutes before the show ends, you make your way backstage. you're watching them from afar, putting their last bit of energy in the end of the set.

as much as you love watching the show, nothing beats the sight of a sweaty, smiley bobby running up to you and wrapping you up in a big hug. you don't care that the sweat makes his hair stick to the skin of your neck, you just pull him close.

'you did so good! hell of a fucking show!' you say.

bobby just smiles at you and leans in to kiss you hard, his hands on your waist to steady you. you laugh as he kisses your cheek and hugs you again.

'we'll clean up and get changed, then we're going to find a pub, yeah?' he says.

'sounds good to me. I'll go outside to have a smoke.' you say.

bobby presses another quick kiss to your lips, then he takes off after the others.

haley walks up to you just as you head to the backdoor. you pull out a cigarette and smirk as she comes closer.

'the sweat has washed your concealer off.' you say, opening the door and welcoming the cool evening air.

'fucking hell.' you hear haley say behind you.

you light your cigarette as you watch haley pull out her concealer and her phone to hide the hickeys under a new layer of makeup.

'they're really on fucking fire with this tour aren't they?' you say, taking a drag from your cigarette.

'yeah, they are. they feel really good about it as well.' says haley.

'it'll definitely be one to remember.' you say. 'bobby said they'd clean up and get changed, then we're going to the pub.'

haley looks at you. 'you guys aren't staying behind?'

'no? why would we?'

'because you haven't seen him in over two weeks. and I know you. you two are obsessed with each other.'

'obsessed is a big word. in love? definitely. wildly. but I wouldn't say obsessed.'

'I saw the way you looked at him when he came off stage after the show.'

'and?'

'girl! you looked like you'd climb him like a tree right there and then!'

you laugh out loud, doubling over and clutching your stomach. haley takes the cigarette from you so you don't burn the ends of your hair (which - yes - has happened before).

when you can finally breathe normally again, she hands your cigarette back to you.

'okay, you've got a point there.' you say. 'but it's not just bobby I haven't seen in two weeks. it's all of you as well.'

'okay, okay, fair enough. I get it.' says haley.

you take another drag of your cigarette as the door behind haley opens, and the guys pile out into the night.

'told you.' says eli, kissing haley hello, and then lighting his own cigarette.

'hi love.' you say as bobby approaches you.

'hey.' he says, plucking the cigarette from your lips. 'you two ready to go?'

'yep! let's go.' you say, your eyes lingering on bobby as he takes a long drag from your cigarette. 'you can finish that one.'

bobby winks at you. this man knows you love watching him smoke.

you all start to head to the pub, talking about the show. just as you'd expected, they're all still on a high. it really had been a good show.

five of you squeeze into a corner booth while josh heads to the bar to order the first round of drinks. bobby slides into the booth after you. you know the booth isn't that big, but it isn't necessary for bobby to sit that close to you.

but you'd missed him so much, you lean into him as you say something to haley, who is sitting on the other side of the table.

time flies while you're all laughing and talking the night away. just as ryan sets down his beer, eli looks at bobby and nudges his head to the door.

'wanna go for a smoke?' he says.

bobby nods and pulls out his cigarettes, handing you one.

'I'll come as well.' says haley.

the four of you climb out of the booth, and josh and ryan follow. they'd find a different booth when they come back in.

it's colder outside than when you got the pub, and you pull your coat tighter around you. bobby notices, and wraps an arm around you. while pulling you closer to him, he takes out his lighter.

you want to get out your lighter as well, but instead of his own, bobby lights your cigarette first. you swear you can feel haley smirk at you from where she's standing next to eli.

ryan is talking about another pub that someone recommended, but all you can focus on is bobby's hand on your lower back. which is slowly but surely sliding lower and lower.

you shoot him a warning look, focusing on ryan's words.

just as ryan suggests going to check out the other pub, bobby leans closer to you.

'we've entertained them for long enough, don't you think?' he says in a low voice. 'and I know for a fact my bunk fits both of us. come on, I'm dying here, love.'

'robert.' you say, catching his hand and pushing it upwards. you would not wake up to paparazzi photos of bobby's hand on your ass. 'it's rude to just leave.'

'come on, it's better for everyone. this way we don't have to worry about anyone hearing us.'

'bobby!'

'what? it's not my fault you can never keep your mouth shut.'

'I would argue that it partly is your fault.'

'wanna test it out?'

'you're insufferable.'

'you're the one who couldn't keep your eyes off of me the entire show.'

'well you-'

'you two are not being as quiet as you think you are.' says haley.

you look over, noticing everyone is watching you.

'and I'm not just saying that about this conversation.' she says.

your jaw drops as everyone else chuckles. you look over at bobby, who was laughing as well. you elbow him in the ribs.

'sorry for exposing you but someone had to say it.' says haley.

'talking about exposing, your concealer has worn off again.' you say with a smirk.

haley's hand flies up to her neck as eli's eyes widen. he takes off his blue zip-up sweater and hands it to haley so she can wear it.

everyone is looking between you and haley. but when the two of you start laughing, they seems to decide it's all good.

'you two go on back to the venue.' says haley to you and bobby. 'we'll party on without you.'

you smile at your best fiend. 'if you-'

'okay, thanks, bye.'

before you can say anything else, bobby has already grabbed your hand and started walking away.

'bye!' you yell over your shoulder at the others as they cheer you on. you laugh at your friends. you really do love them. even if they tease you and bobby endlessly.

you struggle to keep up with bobby's long legs, but you don't want to slow down either. and maybe the others were right, and it's better if you have the bus to yourselves. you really missed bobby and you know he missed you too. you're not sure you could stay quiet even if you tried.

A/N: thanks for reading! everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. please do not copy, translate, plagiarise or repost my work! some of these are requested by other people and I spend a lot of time and effort on my works <3 much love, marit

[laukoslovergirl]

Play Pretend

Pairing: Parker Wotherspoon x Single!mom Reader

Warnings: talks of infidelty and a shitty ex husband. as always my cringy writing

Summary: your son's class had a special visitor. Which prompts a new obsession with the Boston Bruins. 

word count: 4k

Notes: no hate to Nick Blankenburg. I just picked a random single defenseman. I also know nothing about him sooooo. Sorry Nick Blankenburg, I'm sure you are a great guy. Also my timeline doesn’t really match with his NHL career but just deal with it. There will probably be a part two that is if i can get the thoughts out of my head.

“Momma, can we go see a hockey game?” he asked from his spot at the kitchen island. Drawing a dinosaur in his notebook. 

“Bud your dad doesn’t come to town for a few months,” you smiled at him softly. You had gotten married young. Swept up in a whirlwind romance with a young NHL defenseman, Nick Blankenberg.  Things hadn’t worked out, he was unfaithful amongst other problems. You got pregnant at 21 very quickly after your marriage. You could never regret your son, River. You’ve been separated for 3 years now and you couldn’t be happier. You wish you could have stayed for your son but you knew this was better in the long run. 

“I know but i wanna see Mr. Wotherspoon.’’ He says coloring in the dinosaur he was drawing. You furrowed your eyebrows, you weren’t aware he knew any of the Boston Hockey players. 

“Mr. Wotherspoon?” you asked. 

“Yeah he came into our class today. He’s a defenseman like daddy” he stated matter of factly. 

“And you wanna go watch him play. With me?” 

“Yeah momma, we only go watch when daddy plays. I wanna go watch Mr. Wotherspoon play.” 

“Okay baby I’ll look into tickets for ya.”  That wouldn’t be hard your best friend was a season ticket holder for the Boston bruins. She was always your emotional support when you went to watch Nick play at TD Garden which was the little bit of hockey you allowed yourself these days. Not that you had completely cut out hockey after your ex husband. You still went to watch him play for your son but hockey was usually playing in your house as it was one of your sons current obsessions. Granted you had been born and raised in Massachusetts, so supporting the bruins ran in your blood. Nick wouldn’t be happy about River supporting the Bruins but you would deal with that yourself. 

“Can I put hockey on mommy?” he asked, looking at you. 

“Of course you can” you smile at him “i’m gonna finish dinner okay”

~~~~~~~~~

A week later and you, your best friend Mikayla and your son were at TD garden for warm ups. You helped your son make a sign in an attempt to get Parker's attention. It was some silly sign about wanting a puck. You were recognized by some of the wags and were catching up with them. Your son was standing there mesmerized as per usual when Parker skated over with a big smile. He gave River a big wave. He noticed you behind the kid and sent you a wink before tossing the puck over the glass. You caught it, seeing his signature on the puck you smiled. Dropping down to your son's level and handed him the puck. “Look Riv he signed it” “that’s so awesome” he beamed at you. Before waving enthusiastically at Parker who was still watching the two of you. He had a questioning look on his face as you were with Katrina Marchand, Danielle Coyle, and Mayson Carlo. 

 —------ 

Brad and Charlie skated over and started talking to Parker while waving to their wives and kids. 

“That’s Blankenburg’s ex-wife and kid,” Brad said, nudging parker.  “Did Blankenburg get traded? They're usually only here when he is?”

“No look, they're here for spooner” Charlie joked poking fun at Parker. Charlie had a wide grin on his face. 

“Oh spooner,” Brad joked before going back to warm up. 

“It’s not what you think,” Parker yelled after Brad. “I met her kid when i went to do that school thing” He blushed and looked at Charlie. Who was still grinning like a kid in a candy store. As he moved closer to the glass to the group of wives and kids. 

—-------

You could only hear part of the conversation through the glass and all the noise in the arena. You looked at Katrina. 

“Any idea what that was about?” you ask 

“Knowing my husband he’s probably picking on parker” she said with a big smile 

“Oh one hundred percent” Mayson said looking back at you two as Brandon had finally skated over. 

“It’s not anything, don’t let them make it out to be anything please. I don’t want poor Parker having to deal with Nick for this. River met Parker in class a couple weeks ago and thought he was so cool and wanted to see a game that he didn’t have to divide his attention between his dad and his new idol.” you rambled out, as your son bounced in front of you watching all the players and talking with the groups of kids. 

“Where are you sitting?” Danielle asked 

“Mikayla is a season ticket holder, were right behind the penalty box” 

“Well if you ever wanna hang out in the box let me know and i’ll get you in” Katrina said giving you a hug. “Aww thanks Katrina, I’m sure River would love it” 

All the girls gave you a hug and took their kids back to the wag section of the rink as warm ups were coming to end. You looked down at your son who was still beaming watching the Ice. The Bruins were playing the Columbus Blue Jackets, your ex-husband's previous team. Some of the players who recognized you and River waved. You guys hurried back to your seats quickly before puck drop. You watched the game with an unmatched sense of joy filling your bones. He was singing along with the songs and yelling along with fans and auntie kay. 

~~~~~~~~

“You took my son to a Boston Bruins game??” Nick asked, you felt his fury even over the phone. Though you tried to stay on the down low your appearance at the game was still known. You were at least glad it was being aired out and not just your interaction with the players. 

“Yes Nick, he asked to go. I'm not denying these things to our son” you rolled your eyes. 

“He couldn’t have waited another two weeks until i’m in town?” 

“Nick, talk to your son. Don’t just get mad at me about this. I didn’t drag him there he wanted to go, he asked, I obliged. One of the players came in and to his class a few weeks ago and he thought he was cool. It’s really not that big of a deal so calm down or you're not talking to him tonight.” 

He huffed out a breath on the other side of the phone. You sighed, you wished he could just move on. Your son loved hockey in general. It didn’t matter who he was watching, your kid loved the game just like his dad and you just wished Nick would see that. “Okay can i talk to River now” “yes you can. River!” you called down the hallway to his bedroom “your dad’s on the phone.”

~~~~~~~

You guys had a routine for hockey days when Nick was in town. You made lunch for the three of you, while Nick spent the little free time he had in the morning with River. After lunch Nick left to go do the rest of his pregame routine and you got River to take a nap, before you left for the rink. You let River take a small nap. You had wanted to surprise him by taking him to the rink early to see the B’s drive in and hopefully get a chance to see some of his dad’s teammates too. You knew it would piss Nick off but you couldn’t care any less then you already did. Your priority was what river would not what your crappy ex husband thought. 

So here you were outside TD garden talking to some of the guys as they rolled in. Next to Parker, River had decided that Mason and Brandon were also his favorite players. River waved enthusiastically at the big SUV as it rolled up. Mason, John and Matthew inside. 

“Hey little dude,” John greeted from the driver's seat.  “Your parker's friend right?” he asked, looking at the both of you. 

“ ‘Friend’ is a loose term there”. You smiled at the younger guys “River met him at school and decided he was now a Boston fan.”

“Mason, you're one of my favorite players,” River pointed to the redhead in the passenger seat. Mason cracked a wide grin. 

“Heck yeah little bro knuckles” he reached his arm out the window for the boy in your arms. You picked him so, River could bump his fist with the redhead stretching across the car and Matthew stuck his head between the boys from the backseat. “What about me and john?” he asked with an exaggerated pout. River got shy in your arms and tucked his head into your shoulder. You laughed softly. 

“He’s all about defense men, tell em rivs. Tell them about your dad” you poked his side softly. He shook his head vigorously against you. “Thanks for saying hi guys good luck out there” you smiled at them you waved and grabbed one of rivers hands goofily waving at the boys animatedly your big hand wrapped around his. Next a sleek black truck pulled up and rolled down the window to reveal Parker. 

“Hey bud, It’s Parker look” you poked him again and his head turned shyly to look at the man in the truck before lighting up with a big grin. 

“Hey River,” he said with a wide grin, “River's mom.” 

“I’m Y/N” you introduced, yourself sticking out your hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” he smiled and shook your hand. “River what’s this not my jersey this time.” he frowned animatedly at your boy. You were an interesting pair. River in a small preds jersey and you in your Wotherspoon jersey. 

“Nope,” River said proudly with a smile, “Daddy's playing tonight. Which means i gotta root for him” 

“Hey but your mom’s got it on” he winked at you again, which caused you to blush. “Wanna take a picture?”

“We would love to.” you grabbed your phone and snapped a photo of the three of you. “Thanks Parker” you smiled at him “good luck out there avoid Nick if you can”. He laughed a beautiful bubbly sound that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. 

“Not sure that’s possible” he smiled “every time i’ve played him he’s got some dumb chirp to antagonize me, which ends up back firing on him. As he’s the one who usually drops gloves first.” you bit your lip and nodded listening intently. 

“Parker, will you come to my game this weekend?” 

“When is it little dude?”

“Sunday” River smiled wide with hope filling his eyes.

“It just so happens that i think i can make that” He answered promptly “that is if that’s okay with your mom?’’ he looked at you. Hope clearly etched in the lines on his face. 

“Um, are you sure? I know how demanding your schedules can be, we don’t wanna impose?” you bit your lip with a soft frown. “I’m sure if you are” he smiled “i can only think of one other way i’d like to spend a sunday” 

“Okay” you beamed at the man. You exchanged numbers and he was on his way into the game. Later as you made your way into the arena you received a text from an unknown number. 

You look good in my jersey. 

You smiled at his shameless flirting. Finally meeting up with Mikayla inside the arena you nudged her and showed her your phone wordlessly. Her jaw dropped and she laughed. 

“Get it girl” she nudged your arm and chuckled. You guys got your snacks and made your way down to the rink. You laughed and shook your head. “No, I swore off hockey players, remember.” 

The game was pretty typical until the third quarter. When Parker and Nick got in a scrum that ended in them both getting 5 minute majors and Parker flipping off Nick as they were separated. You chuckled at the man's antics and his guts to do that to your asshole of an ex husband. “He’s gonna get fined for that” you winced at kayla next to you laughing her ass off. 

“I’m sure it was worth it” she was still chuckling as she righted herself in her seat. “You know you could help him” she wiggled her eyebrows at you “repayment.” 

“I know it's not what you meant but that’s a funny idea.” you pulled out your phone and opened venmo. Finding Parker’s venmo with his phone number, you sent him 500 dollars titling it fine with a thumbs up emoji and laughing faces. You could only assume you had added some heat to an already vicious rivalry. Though Nick may not appreciate it, Parker got River instantly out of his shell and you appreciated that more than the world could ever know. 

The night passed pretty ordinarily, you laughed at your ex husband and he showed up on your doorstep with a black eye. To which he glared at you and harrumphed his way into your living room where River was waiting to get a little bit more time with his dad. 

—--------

By the time Saturday night had rolled around you forgot about River inviting Parker to his hockey game Sunday morning. Until you received a text late Saturday night. 

P: Where should I meet you for his game tomorrow?

Y: Are you sure you still wanna go? We would understand if you don’t.

P: Are you kidding, I told River I would go. No amount of mediocre fights is gonna make me break my promise. Even if the result in some pretty hefty fines and some bad media attention. 

Y: Okay I can come pick you up if you want. 

P: Okay sounds good. 

You had to be at the rink pretty early and felt bad for Parker that you had to wake him up so early after a game last night. No matter to him it wasn’t that big of a deal. Honestly he was way more excited than he should be to hang out with you for hours and watch a peewee hockey game. From the moment he had laid eyes on you he was enthralled. 

After all, he barely knew you. Yet he had spent countless hours since seeing you at that first game. Wondering about your likes and dislikes and pet peeves and daily routines. How it would feel to wrap you up in his arms and to dance with you in the kitchen. To cuddle on the couch watching movies with River. To get to occupy the space next you and take up your time. 

“I wish we had time for coffee” you yawned next to him on a bench. Sleep had evaded you last night. Instead your brain decided to overthink how today would go with the handsome man next you. 

“Want me to go grab some?” he asked, yawning after you. “I don’t mind at all and truthfully could use some myself.” 

“That would be wonderful. I’ll text you my order” you smiled, pulling your keys out of your bag. 

He nodded, taking your keys and was on his way. Parker was out of practice in the dating department. Barely making time to have casual hookups. He was more focused on his game and trying to succeed. Being 27 and yet to play a full NHL season he was desperate to succeed. Not that he was happy with where he was at but being sent back and forth between the NHL and AHL, and constantly being scratched could hinder a man’s ego. 

But he wanted that with you. He wanted to come home after long games and road trips to you and River. He wanted long days between his practices and games and River’s practices and games. Honestly the longing made his head swim. He couldn’t recall the last time the pressure of wanting someone to like him had sat so heavy on his chest. Groaning he rubbed his sternum and let out a sigh getting in your car. He had to adjust about everything possible, after all you were at least half a foot shorter than him. 

You smiled as you saw Parker making his way to you. Arms full with donut boxes. You laughed softly as he set them down next to you. 

“What’d you do buy the whole store” you laughed, the awe was evident on his face a sound he wished he could play on a loop. He wanted to keep making you laugh most of all just making you smile. He knew he was staring, stuck enraptured with the sound before he shook his head and finally smiled back. The attention had made you the slightest bit self conscious. Nobody had looked at you that way in a long while. It made your chest ache. 

“N-no” he stammered “hopefully just enough to treat some of the other parents and coaches” you smiled at the thoughtfulness. A big grin broke out on his face mirroring your own.

“That’s very kind of you. Want me to split the cost with you?” you asked sheepishly. 

“No need. I got it” 

You guys went about the morning watching the littles warm up, chit chatting softly. When the game finally started you were excited to have someone to watch with, someone who was just as excited to watch River as you were. It was now the first intermission and the game was tied at zero. 

“Shit” Parker mumbled looking at his phone, eyes wide with shock and dread. “I'm so sorry I have to take this.” 

You shook your head and mouthed ‘no worries’ as he answered the call and stood up walking away. Can’t be a good call with a reaction like that you had thought to yourself as scrolled through your instagram. Preoccupied with Parker's call and hoping everything would be okay. Parker’s name caught your eye in a caption as you scrolled quickly past. Curiosity got the best of you as you scrolled back up and watched the interview with Bruins head coach Joe Sacco. The interview in question seemed to be flaming Parker for the fight with Nick. You rolled your eyes and scrolled away again. Hockey fans were quick to make a big deal out of nothing. It was a simple fight nothing more couldn’t they just move on. 

You finally noticed Parker walking back five minutes into the second period, hands stuffed in his coat pocket. Looking well over a little annoyed now.

“Everything okay?” you asked as he sat back down. He took a long pause taking a deep breath. “You don’t have to tell me you just seem really upset. So I wanted to check in.” you rambled to the silence looking into his eyes. 

He stopped you putting a hand on your thigh. “Management isn’t happy with me for that fight with nick.” he let out a sigh “we thought it would just blow over as a simple fight but i guess, Nick made a comment about me antagonizing him or playing dirty really something dumb that lots of media is having a field day with. Now they want me to figure out how to fix this amongst some other problems in my reputation” he put finger quotes around the last statement.

“Fix what?” you asked, anger leaking into your voice “something my dumb hot head ex husband did. That’s unfair. You really didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“Apparently I did” he laughed half heartedly. 

“How can I help you fix this?’’

“The nick thing I’m honestly not sure. You know him better than I do, I've hated the guy forever. The other thing that’s pretty complicated and I'm not sure you wanna help.” he smiled sheepishly. What had he done that had become so messy. You stayed out of hockey gossip as much as you possibly could. But you wanted to help. You could see the tense of his jaw and shoulders. Practically watched the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out some way to fix this. His disappointment and anger seeped into every part of his body. 

“There’s gotta be some way I can help.” you smiled softly and placed your hand on his, where it rested on your thigh. His eyes widened in shock as if he just now realized where his hand had been since he had sat down. You tried to not let the soft giggle out but it escaped anyway. “Tell me what else is wrong and let me decide if it's too much for me to help with, yeah?”

He paused for a moment and shook his head in thought before letting out a big sigh. “This is dumb but I'm also getting some bad media attention because of a few women I've slept and gone out with,” he blushed. 

You frowned. If you were being quite frank this man didn’t seem like someone who should have all this negative media attention. But you knew the way puck bunnies and even hockey fans ran with whatever they could to stir up trouble. You liked him. A lot and though you hadn’t spent a whole lot of time with him you knew he was special and definitely not deserving of the bad press he had gotten. It always sucked when good players got the short end of the stick for media attention. 

“Date me” you blurted out running with the thought that had literally just popped into your head. Without second thought it was out of your mouth. He looked at you with confusion wrinkling his brow, but hope seeping into the tension he froze with. Frozen like a deer in the headlights he started at you. “I mean like fake date me. I have an amazing image and I'm a successful business woman. I can try to do some damage control and make whatever bad press you’ve had, stay in the past.” 

“Are you sure? How would that even work?” 

“We’d meet with our Pr teams to get everything hammered out via contracts and NDA’s and whatnot. To the public we’d be a couple that simply met and fell in love. We can hammer out all the dumb stories and questions everyone’s gonna ask over dinner. The stories will have to be real convincing and we’ll go on some dates and be spotted by fans.” 

“You’re certain about this?” 

“I mean yeah. You get along with river. He likes you so I don't have to worry about that. I honestly don’t have anything to lose if this goes sideways. So low risk high reward for me.” you smiled intertwining your hand with his where it still rested on your thigh. 

“You think this will work?” he asked 

“Truly we don’t know how many celebrities and athletes are in PR or contracted relationships so all anyone can do is speculate. Unless they have proof no one will really care honestly. I mean look at Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce a shit ton of people believe they are in a PR relationship but a crap ton of people still support and love them.” you went on and on listing all the reasons you thought this would actually work better than he thought. 

“You’re not scared that it won’t work?” he was full of endless questions as excited as he was for the opportunity to be around you more he was fucking worried. His reputation was bad enough. How would this mess it up more? He wanted to take the risk for this but more than anything he wanted all the fake shit to go away. He was sick of the image he had been given though it lacked truth it had begun to define him and how he lived. More than all that however he wanted you. He would accept that this was how he could have you. How long would this last? How long could he truly keep up the act? Without a doubt he knew he would fall in love with you. Was it worth the risk? He hoped so because he was gonna take it. You opened the door he was gonna barge right on through.

[toxicanonymity]

Hunger.

7k, raider!Joel x f!reader

Raider master list ⭐ Joel master

raider playlist 🖤sweet pea (smutty)

SUMMARY: Joel takes you on an eventful trek. You have a bit of a meltdown and he comforts you in a way he hadn't before. He kills a guy. And later, Joel finally goes down on you because he craves you and can't physically resist. WARNINGS: I8+ oral f receiving 🎉, unsafe P in V, creampie, jacking off, brief violence (og raider typical?), hurt/comfort, neglected animal (he's ok), angst, dark fluff, emotional tension, POV changes. A/N: 1/3 smut. Can read alone - Joel has been resisting the urge to kiss you. Carter is Joel's right-hand man. Jack was your bf Joel killed. Happy 6 months to the 1st raider Joel fic, have some oral.

—You 🌸🫛—

You're reading in a clover patch at one end of the trailer while Joel chops wood. Two of his men come up the hill, and Joel tells you to stay put while he talks to them. Even when Joel addresses you, they don't look in your direction. They stay in the doorway of the trailer. You put your book face down and start looking at the clovers while you try to eavesdrop.  You can't hear what they're saying, but it sounds like someone might have tampered with one of the vans. You brush your hand through the leaves, and one catches your eye. Without plucking it, you gently separate it from the others to make sure it's not an illusion. There really are four leaves. You smile and get down on your stomach to look at it. You think about leaving it so it can grow more. That's what you did when you found one earlier in the week, but you pluck this one.

The men go back down the hill, and Joel goes inside for a moment before emerging again. You're laying the clover leaves flat between the pages of your book when Joel calls you inside. Then he leans against the trailer with an arm above his head, the side of his wrist resting near the top of the door frame as he waits for you.  He's wearing a body holster now. "C'mon, let's go," he shouts so you can hear him. 

"Ok," you call. 

You just want to finish pressing the clover into the page, but he rushes you: "Now." 

"What for," you ask.

"Cause I said." He disappears inside, and his back looks so broad, framed by the holster straps. 

You come in and pout in the window nook with your book closed, waiting for him to explain. There's a belt on the kitchen table.  Joel emerges from the bedroom and tells you he's going down the hill to help fix the van, and you're coming.  

“you good in that?” he asks, looking at your spaghetti strap dress. You nod. You like the dresses he gave you, and it’s still warm enough, you think.  He confirms, “Sure ya won’t be cold?” and you nod. He seems glad. 

He approaches the kitchen table holding something strappy and leather. He pulls out a chair and faces you in the window nook. 

"C'mere," he says. "Gonna carry your gun today." 

"Oh," you put down the book. Sounds exciting. Sounds like he trusts you. "Yeah, sure," you try to play it cool. He takes your knees and swings your legs toward him. 

"Gonna see if this piece'a shit's worth anything. If not, ya wear mine okay?" He thumbs the shoulder strap of his holster. 

You frown and mutter, "I like when you wear it," eyeing the muscles straining his white shirt.  He suppresses a smile, but you see it in his eyes. 

"Gimme your leg," he commands. You give him your leg on your shooting side. You watch his face. He has a toothpick behind his ear.  He bends your knee and puts your foot on his thigh. He lets the skirt of your dress fall all the way down your raised leg, exposing your panties. His eyes linger there, and he draws in a slow breath as he unbuckles the strap of the holster. He wraps the strap around your thigh and mutters, "good."  He slides the strap into the buckle, then tightens it. "Too tight?" He asks. 

"No."

He fastens the buckle on your inner thigh, and his massive hands map your thigh, checking the fit. You flinch in pleasure as his fingers graze the edge of your panties.

There's a long ribbon dangling from the other end of the holster where another strap should be. He laces it through two hand made grommets on each side. There are two more empty holes on the top of each side. 

"Here," you offer and take both ends of the ribbon from him. You tie it in a bow on the outside of your thigh. 

"That gonna hold?" He asks. 

You shrug. "Feels ok, what do you think?"

He's not listening. His eyes have returned between your legs. You spread them a little more, and innocently widen your eyes. He wets his lips, and his gaze remains for another inhale, then he pries his eyes away, sticks the toothpick in his mouth, and lets your foot down.  You stand up and he hands you your gun, then adjusts himself, quickly cupping his crotch through his pants as you slide the gun into the holster. 

"Walk," he mumbles. 

You walk the length of the kitchen. 

It's a weird sensation, having one of your legs burdened by a weight while the other one is free. But aside from that, it's fine. 

"Alright?" He asks.

"Yeah." 

He nods, "Good. C'mere."  You stand right in front of him, between his knees. "Hold your dress up for me."

You hold it up over the holster. 

"Higher. Belly button." 

He grabs the belt from the table and when he picks it up, ribbons are dangling from its holes. The ribbons have their ends burned and melted like a shoelace for threading.  He fastens the belt securely around your bare middle, then threads the loose ribbons through the empty grommets on the top of the holster and secures them. 

He turns you to the side, tugs at the ribbon, and mutters, "good." Then he can't help but grab a handful of ass, and your bottom lip creeps under your teeth.

As he turns you to face him again, he takes the toothpick out of his mouth and gives you a serious look. "Comin' with me today, sweet pea. Ya do what I say, understand?"

You nod.

"I say get outta here, ya run. I say stay put, ya don't fuckin' move." 

"Got it."

—-

He puts the toothpick behind his ear and picks up a few pieces of jerky off the counter as he stands up. He hands you a piece. 

You take a bite and chew it as you walk down the hill. You watch his jaw flex when he chews.  You tell him, "This one's good."

"Cause Carter made it," Joel notes.  You cringe at yourself,but he doesn't seem offended. "Turkey," he adds. 

Turkey, that's why. Much better than venison. You haven't had poultry in a while, not even grouse. Traps have been empty. 

"I love yours," you tell him. 

Joel gives you an appreciative pat on the back of your head, then his hand trails down your back, over the swell of your ass. He slides his hand under your dress and palms your butt cheek. He lifts it, then lets it drop. 

Joel brings you around the front of the stash house where the vans are normally parked and tells you to wait. There’s only one van. One of the other guys took the second van to get gas and isn’t back yet. 

You reach under your dress and adjust the holster as you sit down on a patch of grass to watch. Joel's muscles glisten and flex as he lifts the hood of the van and props it open. He looks around the inside of the van and dabs his head with a bandana that he tucks back into his pocket . He looks under the van while you pick tall blades of grass and braid them together. 

When he's done, he tells you they need a part. Need to go to the junkyard and see if they can find one. You’re going with him and Carter on foot.

—

The junkyard is a few miles on the other side of Joel’s trailer. You go down that side of the hill and walk through the abandoned mobile home park to get there. It’s the first time you’ve seen most of it close-up, aside from through the scope of Joel’s rifle. The rest of the journey is mostly on a dirt road, and you have to climb through a fence to get into the junkyard. 

It feels like you’re there for a long time. You hear the weak bark of a dog in the distance. Joel thinks it’s coming from the woods. It stops.  There’s a house that looks abandoned, but Joel thinks there might be junkies in it. He says they gather around there. He’s even found one sleeping in a car. When Carter finds a part they think will work, they have trouble taking it off the truck. They don’t have the right tools. Brute force isn’t an option because it could easily break. 

The three of you cautiously approach the house and the barking starts again. The structure is run down, and the windows are busted out. It’s small, can’t be more than a couple of rooms. 

—--

As Carter sweeps the house, you go around back with Joel, and there's the dog. He's skinny and his bark is weak and strained. He's chained to a pipe on the side of the house. The pipe has been pulled a little bit outward so it's leaning, but he wasn't strong enough to free himself. He's a scrappy little mutt with a floppy ear. Probably less than 20 lbs (9 kg). You and Joel both stare at the dog, then Carter calls from inside, “Miller!”

Joel looks around to make sure you’ll be alright for a minute. “Don’t move. Stay alert. Hand on your gun.” 

As Joel goes inside,  Carter says, “Think he’s alive.” 

“Infected?”Joel asks. 

“Nah, see the track marks?”

“Piece’a shit left his dog to die.” 

Outside, the dog watches you. He sits attentively with his head down.  You put on a soothing voice for him. "Hey, buddy. Whatcha doin'?" He lowers his head almost to the ground as he slowly stretches his arms out, then his tail starts to wag hesitantly, staying close to the ground. He begins to whine.  There are a couple of bones behind him with no meat left on them at all. 

Carter comes out to watch you.  There's a metal bowl upside down out of the dog's reach.  "He needs water," you say. Carter looks around then reaches into his backpack and hands you his water. You pour some into the dish for the dog, and his tail begins to wag with more pep. When you reach out to touch the dog, he flinches and backs away, then cautiously returns and gets closer to you than he was. 

Carter gets closer, and when he reaches out for the dog, it growls and barks ferociously. Carter isn't afraid–it's too small to be afraid of. He reaches for the dog's collar and the dog chomps his hand with a vicious growl, high pitched from his throat. He doesn't want to let go.

"DAMN!" Carter yells. "SHIT," he shakes his hand.

"No," you firmly tell the dog. The dog lowers his stomach onto the ground and raises his brows pathetically with a whine. 

"He's just scared," you tell Carter as he rinses the wound with the rest of his water.

"I know, I know," Carter nods. He puts his water back in his backpack. "Feisty little fucker." He spits on the ground. 

“We’ve gotta get him out of this,” you mutter.  

Carter tries to stop you. “Don’t touch–”

You hold your hand out to the dog, and Carter sighs in resignation. The dog reaches his neck out to sniff you, then licks you. He lets you touch him. Then you touch his collar and he growls, but not as bad. The collar has inner spikes that must be hurting him. It's too big and has some slack hanging down from where it's been tightened.

Joel comes outside with a bag of tools clinking heavily against each other. 

"What the hell's goin' on out here?" You give Carter a hopeful glance and he doesn't snitch on the dog for biting him. 

You look at Joel. "He's gonna die if we don't get him free," you explain.  Joel lunges toward the dog and you try to warn him, "WAIT-"  Joel stops short of bending over and instead looks at you. The dog goes after his ankle, bearing his teeth and going nuts.  Joel shakes his leg free. You tell the dog, “No" and he submits on the ground with a whine. Joel looks at the dog and raises his gun. 

"You wouldn't," you whine. "He's protecting me."

“Course i wouldn’t. Damn.”

Joel steps closer and aims at the drain pipe behind the dog, shooting the chain to break it. It hurts your ears but it works. The dog yelps and skips out from the building, chain dragging behind him. Joel takes the bag of tools back to the truck where they found the part, leaving Carter with you while you try to free the dog. 

"C'mere," you sit back on your knees and open your arms for the dog. With the freedom of movement, you can work the collar off him. The dog whimpers and paws at the collar with you. When he lets out a sharper, high pitched whimper, you freeze as it triggers a memory. Your chest feels hollow and long-buried grief stabs at the backs of your eyes. You push it away. You don't want to cry. You want to be tough and whatever else you need to be for Joel to always take you with him. The dog whimpers again and you return to the task. You free him from the collar and he trots away from the house. 

— Joel ⛓️ —

When he gets back, the dog is playfully pawing at your knees.  You scratch behind his ears and he rolls over. One look at your face and Joel knows what you want. 

"Alright, let's go," Joel says and looks at the ground next to you. He steps forward and the dog growls. "It's ok," you tell the dog and you reach for Joel's hand. 

“Maybe he wants to come with us,” you say as casually as you can. 

Joel clenches his jaw and shakes his head. 

"I can take care of him," you plead, your eyes big and watery. "He's not big, he doesn't need much." 

Joel shifts his weight as he looks at you for a moment. "I know ya get bored-"

"Not because I'm bored," you protest. "He's hungry."

"No," Joel tells you firmly and your tears overflow. God damnit, not here. He's hungry because he was chained. He'll be fine now.

Joel doesn't want to share resources, doesn’t want the barking to attract attention, and doesn’t want someone to come after the dog–after you–if there’s anyone left to come. The junkie inside is as good as dead, but they run in packs and they’re dangerous.  

"It's for your own good, sweet pea.” Joel really thinks it is. 

You shake your head no. "I had one," you sniffle. "Before." 

Joel’s nostrils flare at the shake of your head, then his stomach drops. He doesn't want to know about before. He does, but he really doesn't. He covers his mouth with the crook of his thumb as he rubs both sides of his beard. Before. It gets harder and harder to avoid. He shakes it off.  All he can do is keep you safe and take care of you the best he can, which means taking care of only you. He shakes his head no again, then reaches into his backpack. He throws a piece of jerky as far as he can. “He’s fed, Gonna be fine.” He throws another piece. 

You watch the dog run off for the jerky, but you're in a trance, thinking about something else. 

“Let’s go, baby,” Joel steps forward, wraps a hand around the inside of your bicep, and gently pulls.  You try to resist walking, and his grip gets firmer. You stand there watching the dog, feet planted on the ground, muscle tensing under Joel's grip.

Joel faces you and cups your face with both hands, making you look at him. He gets a few inches from your face and lowers his voice.  “Ain’t gonna spank ya in front’a Carter, but ya better move.”  He means it. Non-negotiable.

He grabs your arm again, and as he starts dragging you away, you blurt out, "Her name was Daisy. She saved my life."

Joel ignores it.  “Move. Now. Or I’m pickin’ ya up.”  You relent and stop resisting. Smart. He wouldn't want to regret bringing you with them.

Joel squints into the ground as the two of you walk. Carter walks ahead, not wanting to get in the middle of it.  “Maybe this one could save me, too," you suggest. "if you’re gone.” 

Damnit sweet pea, you sure are smart. Nice try, but that's what Carter is for.

"Dog that size?” Joel laughs. You compose yourself. You walk in silence for a few minutes, but Joel is still thinking about it. “How,” Joel asks, and adjusts his backpack. “How’d she save you? Must’a been bigger, right? meaner?”

Carter looks over his shoulder with a side-eye at the word “meaner,” but doesn’t reveal his injury.  

You don’t answer Joel. You're checked out. You keep eyeing the tree line, but you wouldn’t. . . There's no way you’d run, right? 

You look at him with your eyes red. “You don’t wanna hear it.” 

The vacant look on your face makes Joel stop in his tracks to face you. “Tell me,” he demands. 

You sniffle and look toward the tree line again. “Can I go pee?”

Joel can’t read you right now, which disturbs him. “Yeah,” he mutters and puts his massive hand on your back, guiding you to the edge of the forest. 

He starts to come in behind you, and you ask him, “Do you mind if I go?” 

He swallows and furrows his brow as he looks at you. You must read his concern, because you hand him your bag. He nods. He steps into the woods, but tries to give you some space, without losing track of you. He doesn't wanna have to chase you down, but damnit he'll tackle you if he has to, to save you from yourself. His stomach is uneasy.

There’s a hollow, rusted truck about 30 paces away. You go on the other side of it. Joel knows you’re not just pouting about leaving the dog. There's more to this. But you’re right, he’s not sure if he wants to know. 

Until he hears you sniffling, and it's not just sad, it's scared, painful.

Ah, fuck it. He moves as quietly as he can.

“Sweet pea,” he says softly as he walks around the old hollowed-out car. You’re squatting–not peeing, just hugging your knees, facing the abandoned car. You're shaking and your cheeks are wet. There's not much space, but Joel gets between you and the car.  He takes his backpack off and drops it to the side.

“She wasn’t afraid like me, Daisy,” you choke out and wipe your cheeks with the heel of one palm.  “They,” you croak. You pause and try again. “He had a gun-” you close your eyes. “Pointed at, pointed at me," you take a deep breath and keep your eyes pinched shut. "He was, he was gonna—but she wouldn’t," you choke on a breath. "She wouldn't stop barking.”  

"Shhhhh, it's ok." Joel cuts you off. It's too hard to see you re-living this. He doesn't want you to get to the details. He squats down. His head is full of pressure, and his heart is full of rage. You take shaky, shallow breaths. 

He puts a hand on your shoulder and lets his knees into the ground. “Breathe,” he says. “Breathe, sweet pea.”  You lean forward, letting your weight into his arms, and he holds you for a minute as you regain your breath.  He cradles your head.  "Yeah, you're okay, I got ya."  He buries his mouth in your hair. "I got ya, baby," he whispers. You wipe your eyes on his shoulder and your cheek catches on the holster.  When you lift your head, you apologize and he shakes his head no.  He brushes a fresh tear off your cheek, and arousal stirs in his pants.  

“Who did it,” he asks, unable to mask the darkness in his question. 

“Just a guy,” you tell him. A guy like himself, Joel assumes with disdain. 

“What kinda guy” 

You sigh and he hates making you think about this, but he needs the answer. “Mean. Had a gold tooth.” 

Joel takes a deep breath and nods. 

"FEDRA," you add, and Joel's face goes cold. His mind goes blank. For a moment, he doesn't even breathe as the life is sucked out of him and replaced by ice cold rage. FEDRA. Not a guy like him.

 “How’d ya get away?” Joel asks. 

You look at him for a second, doing a double take at his face.  You shake your head. “You don’t wanna hear it." You bury your head in his neck again. You’re right, he doesn’t want to, but he insists.  

“Tell me.” 

“Jah–” you stop and look at Joel’s face. His jaw clenches. He knows what's coming, but the thought of FEDRA has fortified him with numbness. 

“S’okay, sweet pea.”

“Jack shot’m.” 

Joel takes a deep breath and looks up at the forest canopy, then bows his head and looks at your knees, bracketed by his own. For a moment, Joel is filled with an uncomfortable appreciation for Jack. But that fades into, no, it should have been Joel, he should’ve had you all along, he should’ve been there to save you *and* your dog. 

“He take good care of ya?” Joel asks in self-loathing. 

You shrug. 

“Better than. . .now?” He can take it.

“No,” you shake your head. “He didn’t shoot him dead.” 

Jackass fucking moron cuck. He left that motherfucker breathing? Suddenly Joel is glad he killed Jack. 

Joel nods, “I see.” He keeps nodding slowly, looking to his right at the moss on a far off tree, clenching his jaw.

"And I didn't have a gun," you add. "Cause I killed a guy Jack said not to." Joel scoffs. You could've killed the guy yourself if not for Jack.

You continue,  “and. . . Jack didn’t cook.” Joel chuckles, caught off guard -- he'd forgetten his original question. You keep going, “And he didn’t–I didn’t–I didn’t feel the same,” you wipe your eyes.  This has gone far enough, and Joel knows it's his own fault. His stupid question.  He takes the toothpick from behind his ear.

You look at him with your eyes all watery, and Joel's cock twitches. The next thing he knows, his massive hand is wrapped gently around your jaw. You put your hands on his shoulders, then straddle him. You wrap your arms around his neck. 

"Mmm," he sighs as your warm crotch meets the bulge in his jeans, and he swells harder against you. He holds your face about two inches from his, looking down at your mouth, then your nose, and your eyes again. He puts his toothpick in his mouth and looks past you as he lets go of your jaw. You bury your head in his neck, blinking warm tears into his skin, making him harder. He whispers your name. He relaxes and takes the toothpick out of his mouth just in time for a branch to fall on the car with a loud clang. 

"All good?" Carter yells from the treeline. 

“Shouldn’t stay here long,” Joel mumbles as he puts it back behind his ear. ”Bad area.” He eases you off his lap back onto your feet, as you both stand up. He brushes dead leaves off his pants and your knees. He adjusts himself, puts his backpack over one shoulder, then reaches down and you take his hand.  You walk a few steps together and he looks back at you slightly behind him. He realizes you’re shaking. He drops your hand, goes in his backpack, and pulls out a flannel that he packed even though you said you were fine. He unfolds it, holds it out, and helps you put it on. 

“Thanks,” you whisper and rub your nose. He keeps his hand on the back of your neck as you walk.

Joel stews and broods as you leave the forest together. He wants to go back in time and kill everyone who’s ever hurt you, anyone who let you get hurt, and anyone who failed to hurt the people who hurt you. His muscles are all tense, and his veins are throbbing.

When you get to the treeline, Joel asks Carter, "Can ya gimme five?"

"Sure thing, boss.".

“No ones gonna miss that asshole," Joel mutters as he checks his gun then sets his sights on the house. 

Joel can’t go back in time, but by God, he’s got to kill someone. He drops his backpack then hurries back to the abandoned house, rifle in both hands. When he gets there, he puts the rifle around his back and grabs the dog chain off the ground on his way in. 

—---You 🌸🫛-—

You and Carter look at each other. “How’s your hand?” you ask him. 

“It’ll be fine,” he reassures you. “I dunno where the little bugger went,” he looks around for the dog.  

You both ignore the sound of the chain thrashing around until you hear grunting and look toward the house. Punches are landing. Carter puts a hand on his rifle but doesn’t move yet. Joel grunts and yells between punches. A minute later, Joel steps out of the house, walking backwards, with the chain pulled taught, and a bloody man dragging behind him. Joel kicks him up against the wall, hits him in the face with the butt of his rifle, then wraps the chain around the drain pipe where the dog was tied up. Joel hits the man again, then aims the rifle and calmly shoots him. Even if you never see the dog again, you're certain the dog is better off without that man. Joel wipes blood splatter off his brow and scowls at the ground as he walks back to you and Carter.

“Ya good?” Carter asks him. 

Joel nods. He’s sweaty, chest heaving.  You try not to let your eyes linger on the remaining blood. You observe his throbbing veins instead. The whole scene has you clenching your thighs.

You walk mostly in silence. When you stop for water, you realize you're being followed. Joel doesn’t notice, but you see the dog duck behind an old car when you turn around. You keep a straight face.

You hear something in the distance. Dust is kicked up down the road. Carter says, “Finally.”  It’s the van that still works, picking you up. You didn't know it was coming and wish the dog could follow you the rest of the way home, but you don’t say anything. You're glad he's unchained. 

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When you get back to the stash house, Joel works on the broken down van. When he’s done for the day, he takes you back to the trailer and washes the grease off. When he comes out of the bathroom, you're sitting in the window nook looking at your book, but thinking about the dog. He comes over, wiping his hands off on a towel. "Wanna go out 'n' shoot?" He seems to want to cheer you up.  

Joel goes first. He looks through the scope at the trailer park. Ever since those guys showed up one night, he's looking for other raiders or troublemakers. Then he lines up a shot at the usual target. Your eyes are on his biceps. When Joel is about to take aim, the rare sound of ducks honking startles you. They should’ve already flown South. Joel gets up on his knees and aims toward the front of the flock. He hits one, shifts ahead of the flock, and hits another. It gives you butterflies. You hear a thud as the second one hits the ground. 

“Nice!” you tell him. He winks at you and puts the gun strap over his shoulder. You smooth your dress under your butt as you stand up, then adjust the thigh holster. Joel groans as he stands up. You peer down toward where the birds fell, and something is moving up the hill. A bird, moving strangely. A dead bird, in a little dog's mouth. 

You gasp. Joel looks at you, then follows your eyes. The bird is as big as the dog.  His mouth is open wide to fit the neck.  He crests the hill and drops the bird. "Good boy!" You praise. He does a happy circle and trots back down the hill. 

You look at Joel and try not to smile. Joel puts his hand on his hip and shifts his weight to one leg. He looks down at the ground and rubs brow with the flat of his index finger, squinting. When the dog returns with the second bird, Joel mutters, "alright, big guy," and squats down to accept the bird from his mouth.  Then you barely hear him mutter, "good boy." The dog does another circle and trots around the other side of the trailer. 

 "How'd he find us, all this way?" You marvel. 

"Must have some hound in’m," Joel shakes his head. “Guess ya made an impression.” 

Joel starts a fire and boils two big pots of water. The dog keeps a respectful distance, lounging in the same clover patch where you were sitting earlier. Joel chops the heads and feet off the birds, and tosses them on the ground. The dog scurries over, wagging his tail. He drags one of the duck heads over to the grass to chew on with his butt in the air and his tail wagging furiously, all the way upright now. 

Joel beckons you back inside to wash up and change. He takes a quick shower while you take off the flannel and wash your hands in the kitchen sink. You take off the belt, untethering the ribbons, but you leave the holster on. You sit back down in the window nook.

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When Joel comes out from the bathroom, he sits down, manspreads, and pats the kitchen table in front of him, looking at the skirt of your dress as you get up from your seat. You unholster your gun and set it down, then use your hands to help yourself onto the surface, sitting on your dress so your thighs won't stick.  Joel spreads your knees so he can be between them, and grabs your ass to scoot you closer. 

He lifts the dress to look at the holster, and he puts his toothpick in his mouth. 

"s'prised it worked," he mutters. He eyes your legs and runs his hands all the way up your thighs with a deep breath.  "Looks good on ya, too," he murmurs. He thumbs the ribbon of the holster, then unties it. He unbuckles the real strap, too. Then he lifts your knee, slides the holster out from under you, and sets it aside with the gun. He runs his hand over the indentation in your skin from the buckle. "that hurt?" He asks. 

"No." 

He puts his elbows down on either side of your hips, and his biceps rest against your thighs. He looks back and forth between your breasts and takes the toothpick out of his mouth. Without taking his eyes off you, he throws it into the kitchen sink and it hits the metal with a light plink. 

He furrows his brow and looks at your body, then puts his cheek flat against your breast at the lace neckline of your cotton dress while he palms the opposite tit. He turns his face to nose your nipple, and it hardens through the fabric of your dress. He dampens the cotton with his mouth as he flattens his tongue against it. One hand holds your back, near your shoulder blade for leverage, with his thumb hooked under your arm. 

He kisses wetly at your breast through your dress, then glances up at you. His hands slide up to the straps of your dress. He gently nudges the straps off your shoulder. His fingers skim your nipples as he curls his thick fingers into the lace neckline, then pulls the dress down below your tits.  He presses his wide tongue onto your nipple and closes his eyes as he latches onto it. Then he lets go with a soft pop and sucks below the nipple as he massages the other breast.  You're gushing arousal with your legs wide open.  He inhales through his nose and his stomach growls. 

"Joel," you sigh, resting your hands on his muscular back. You watch his vein 

His only response is "Mmm," into your nipple.  You're throbbing, and the more attention he pays to your tits, the more your cunt aches to be filled. You want to let him explore your body, it's not something he normally does, but it also makes you want his cock so bad. You want him to slide you off the table and sink you onto his massive erection. He's really taking his time.  You take a deep breath and try to relax. Your clit twitches. 

Joel pulls down the dress a little more, exposing an inch or two below your breasts. He switches sides, dragging his mouth to his right, your left.  With your left nipple in his mouth, he looks up at you and makes sleepy eye contact. His pupils are blown wide. 

"Joel, I want it," you plead.

His tongue trails as he moves his mouth an inch to the right of your nipple, then he closes his eyes again. He licks and sucks the outer curve of your breast, massaging the other one with a thumb lightly brushing the nipple, then the heel of his palm flattening it into your breast. His eyes open to watch his massive hand moving languidly on your breast. 

You whine his name again and slot your fingers into his dark, curly hair. He doesn't look up. You finger his curls and the pads of your fingers lightly caress his scalp. He pulls his mouth off your breast and backs his head away enough to look at your body. You let your fingers fall out of his hair and rest back on his shoulders. One of his hands moves to rest on your hip, his fingers curling around your flesh and his thumb brushing the hem of your dress. 

His voice is low and husky. "Ever feel like ya just. . ." He meets your gaze with hungry eyes, then looks at your lips. "gotta have your mouth on somethin’?"

His eyes fall down your body as he sits back and palms himself through his jeans.  You whisper "yeah," with a smile and begin to scoot off the table so you can suck him off. He abruptly leans forward and stops you with both hands firmly on your hips. He doesn't let you move. His brow furrows. He looks back and forth between your breasts and noses a nipple again. He murmurs low and gruff into your supple skin,  "Ain't talkin' 'bout you."

Your chest erupts in goosebumps.  He drags his hands down your dress to the bare skin of your legs, then slides his massive palms back up your thighs, slipping his fingers under your dress, leaving his thumbs hooked on top. You brace your hands on the table to lift your butt for him. His hands keep moving up, reaching your hips.  The fabric of your dress bunches above your ass, then he curls his fingers under the waistband of your panties and begins to take them down. You let yourself back down on the table as he slides the underwear down your legs. It dangles between his fingers as he brings his hand to your neck and caresses the side of your throat with his thumb.

You feel the damp cotton against your throat and smell your own arousal as he grips your jaw. He locks eyes with you for less than a second before his gaze drifts downward. He returns his other palm to your breast, fingers slotting under your arm to hold you steady as he pushes you down until your back is flat on the table. He nudges your thighs farther apart.  He sucks in a sharp breath through his nose and hums "Mmm." 

He drops the panties on the table. He spreads you open and thumbs your folds, bringing the moisture up to your clit.  He hunches over to bring his face between your legs and his left hand reaches up to fondle a breast.  He drags his nose through your slick and inhales, then moans at your scent. He plants his mouth on the crease of your thigh. He sucks the skin into his mouth, then lets go. He runs two knuckles through your folds, then gently nudges his middle finger  inside. Your walls spasm around the intrusion and he breathes, "god damn." 

He pumps his finger once and adds a second digit. You moan, and he hums a deep "Mmm," in response.  He takes his fingers out and sucks one, then both into his mouth.  "Fuck," he breathes. 

He doesn't waste any more time, spreading you wide open with his thumbs and burying his face in your cunt. He starts at your entrance where your wetness pools and licks up from there, punctuating the first lick with a kiss on the clit that makes your thighs tremble. Then he laps at you more selfishly, like he's thirsty, like he needs to drink you. His tongue starts flat and stiffens as he digs for more and explores each crevasse. He moans into your folds.  You've never felt anything as powerful and precise as his tongue.  It's stronger than his fingers.  It makes you tingle in one swipe, then presses into the tingle for relief.  He holds you gently until you wriggle in pleasure and he holds you down firmer with one forearm across your lower belly.  

He breathes through his nose and moans as he devours you. When he pauses, he draws in a deeper breath through his mouth then exhales vocally against your wet cunt. 

"Feel good?" He asks with a glance to your face, then plants his mouth on your clit. 

He slides one then two fingers into your core again and you gasp then answer "y-yeah," as he sucks your clit while he pumps them. 

He takes his arm off your abdomen to unbutton his pants and take his stiff cock out. He pulls his face away from your pussy. You're throbbing, and your body races to replenish all the moisture he's sucked up. He gathers some on his fingers then also spits into his hand and wraps it around his length. You want it inside you so, so bad. You hear the squelching as his hand moves up and down his shaft. 

He brings his face between your legs again and puts his arm back on top of you to hold you still, angling his elbow so his thumb is planted at your clit. He laps at you again, moaning into your throbbing, swollen lips. He firmly licks between your clit and hole, then thrusts his tongue into your entrance and you whimper. He tilts his head and jabs his sharpened tongue into you again and again, pumping his cock all the while.  He noses your clit as he sucks and laps, then fucks you with his tongue again.  

You writhe under his arm. "Yeah," he whispers before planting his mouth again. He works your clit with his thumb as he thrusts his tongue into you, dragging it against the top wall, and your desperate cunt twitches against him. You let out a long whine, and his thumb gently rubs the top of your clit, over your hood. 

"Joel," you whimper and it turns into a moan. 

His thumb slows down, and he gathers more slick on his fingers. He wipes it on his shaft, then pulls you by the thighs closer to the edge, unsticking your bare ass from the table. You sit up on your elbows and whimper, "want you. . ."  

He's holding his cock, chest heaving. "Want this?"

"Yeah-yes," you whimper. "Please."

He gazes darkly at your cunt and decides, "Ain't done yet."

You whine his name as he puts his face between your legs again. He sucks your clit for a few seconds until you're whimpering, then he plants his mouth a little lower.  He flattens two fingers to rubs your clit while he fucks you with his tongue. You moan his name as your climax seizes you, and you clench around his tongue. He moves his hand from your clit to your mound to hold you steady as you come. He withdraws his tongue from your hole and laps up and down your folds for a few seconds as you continue to twitch. 

Then he stands up, holding his stiff, wet cock.  His face is flushed, and he's shiny from the nose down.  He braces a hand on the table and teases your clit with his swollen tip.  You flinch in pleasure, still reeling from your first orgasm. He notches his tip at your wet little hole, holds onto your thighs,.and shoves himself into you with a groan. He stays in for a moment, sighing “Ohh, fuck,” admiring your body as it rushes to accommodate him. You spasm around him, still twitching with aftershocks.

He backs up then slams into you with a low growl from his chest. It's a lot to take, but god it feels good. He lifts your legs and puts his arms under your knees, wrapping his hands over to hold your thighs as he buries his length in you, grunting and sighing. His balls slap against your ass. His biceps flex, and It isn't long before you begin to moan and writhe, and squeeze his cock. 

"Good girl," he breathes. "Good, sweet pea."

He closes his eyes and fucks you through it. He breathes deep and slow, like he's trying not to come yet.  He slows way down, moans, then bottoms out and begins to pulse. He brings his hands to either side of your body and hovers over you while he thrusts slowly with each warm burst he releases. You milk his cock until his balls are empty, then your contractions fade. 

Joel hovers there, admiring your body. Then he slides out and sits down on the chair between your legs again. His armpits are warm and humid on your thighs.  He puts one hand on each breast and lowers his head to rest his cheek on your lower abdomen, tickling you with his beard. He wipes his mouth on your belly and a spot of drool from the corner of his mouth hits your skin.  He stares off at the front door of the trailer in a trance, gently cupping your breasts. He mumbles, "Taste so good, sweet pea." 

You reach for his hair and he doesn't stop you from fingering his curls. His eyelids droop, and after a few seconds, he closes his eyes.  You lightly massage his scalp again. 

He only allows himself a minute or two before he tenses and clears his throat. He lifts his head and slides his hands under your arms, helping you sit up straight. 

“I'll check the birds,” he says as he tucks his cock away.  He squeezes your thigh and gives you a wink before he stands up to go outside. 

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The Brainrot literally got to me... I need more...

HAHXHSJD hiii!!! Hope u have a good day ahead :33

I just want a continuation of my first request since I'm literally dying for more... Dawg I need more or else I'm gonna expload so here—

He noticed that the reader wasn't spending as much time with him as they were before (which was devastating)! School's really pumping it up so the reader is a LOT busier than they were before and knowing how well they are in academics; they probably got picked In certain events by default and stuff.

He tried to hangout with them, only for the reader to decline and decline.. and decline— But even while they're still extremely busy af, they always seem to be with this random person (who is actually just their younger cousin who's a first year, but they don't know that—) You can find the person getting on a piggy back ride on the reader, always butting in to help, hugging the reader, and gives gifts of the reader done a good job and more!

which kind of made him jealous in a way, because the reader isn't spending time with almost EVERYONE (and including him!) due to how busy they are; but yet they always have time for this person that he weren't even aware of existing?

The characters are the ones jealous obviously:3 still the same characters from my previous request!!!

Jealous! Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Epel

omg hi!!! i hope I saw your vision and you like it <3

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle prides himself on his discipline and logical thinking. But lately, that has been… strained. You’ve been busy, too busy to spend time with him. Sure, school has gotten tougher, and he understands the importance of academics, but you’ve been canceling on him repeatedly. When he finally saw you with that random first-year, the one practically glued to your side, Riddle’s patience snapped.

First, it was turning down a study session. Then, you bailed on afternoon tea. Then you declined a simple walk around the gardens. And yet, every time he catches a glimpse of you, you’re with that first-year! Today, Riddle watches from a distance as you laugh, giving this mysterious first-year a piggyback ride across campus. The student is grinning like they’ve won the lottery, while you look like you’re having the time of your life.

Riddle clenches his jaw. His grip on his book tightens as he glares. “How can they claim they’re too busy for tea, but they’re playing around like that?” he mutters under his breath. Trey raises an eyebrow from beside him.

“Riddle, you sure you’re not just—”

“I am not jealous!” Riddle snaps, his face turning an impressive shade of red. “It’s just… they’ve been neglecting their duties! And avoiding… well, our usual time together.” His voice falters slightly at the end, but he tries to maintain his composure. He has a reputation to uphold, after all.

Eventually, he can’t take it anymore. He marches up to you, his footsteps sharp on the cobblestones, and clears his throat loud enough to startle you.

“Ahem!” Riddle says, standing ramrod straight as you turn to face him. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to have ample time to entertain this individual,” he gestures stiffly at the first-year, “but none to spend with me. Care to explain?”

You blink, caught off guard by his formal tone. The first-year, still clinging to your arm, looks up at Riddle with wide eyes. “Oh! This is my cousin,” you explain with a small laugh. “They just transferred in, and I’ve been helping them settle in. Sorry if I’ve been distant lately; I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Riddle’s eyes widen in surprise. “Your cousin?”

“Yeah, they’re family.” You ruffle the first-year’s hair, and they give Riddle a sheepish smile. “I thought I mentioned it before, but I guess I’ve been pretty busy.”

Riddle’s face flushes an even deeper shade of red. “Oh… I see,” he mumbles, clearly embarrassed. He shifts his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. “I… may have misunderstood the situation.”

You smile, noticing his flustered state, and a warm feeling blooms in your chest. You take a step closer to him, your cousin still hanging off your arm. “Were you jealous, Riddle?” you ask teasingly, leaning in a little.

Riddle’s face is a mix of pride and mortification. “I— I was concerned,” he says stiffly. “As your housewarden, it’s my responsibility to ensure—”

Before he can finish, you press a soft kiss to his cheek, watching his face go completely red as he freezes in place. His eyes widen in shock.

“Thanks for worrying about me,” you say sweetly, pulling back to grin at him. “But you don’t have to be jealous. I’ll make time for you too.”

Riddle stands there, stunned into silence for a moment, his hand flying up to touch the spot on his cheek where you kissed him. He looks like he might faint. “I— that—” he stammers, his voice cracking slightly.

You laugh, waving goodbye as you start walking away with your cousin. “I’ll see you at tea later, okay?” you call over your shoulder.

Riddle swallows hard, nodding mutely. As you disappear into the distance, he touches his cheek again, his heart racing. “Tea later,” he repeats to himself, a small, dazed smile tugging at his lips.

Ace Trappola

Ace has been acting cool about it, but inside, he’s fuming. You’ve turned him down more times than he can count in the past week. First, it was “Sorry, I’m busy with homework.” Then it was “I’ve got this group project.” And now, every time he tries to hang out with you, you’re mysteriously busy. But somehow, despite your never-ending list of responsibilities, you always seem to have time for this random first-year who’s constantly glued to your side.

You’ve got the kid on your back half the time, you’re walking around campus like you’re their personal bodyguard, and Ace? Ace gets nada. Not even five minutes. The last straw is when he sees you giving the first-year yet another piggyback ride across the main courtyard, laughing like there’s not a care in the world. The kid’s arms are wrapped around your neck, and Ace can practically see the smugness radiating off them.

“Seriously? They’re too busy for me, but they’re out here giving piggyback rides?” Ace mutters, glaring. Deuce stands next to him, looking just as confused.

“Maybe they’re dating?” Deuce suggests, shrugging.

“No way!” Ace scoffs, crossing his arms. “I would’ve known. They tell me everything. I’m their best friend! Or at least, I was,” he adds bitterly.

The frustration eats at him until he can’t take it anymore. He storms up to you, hands on his hips, and blocks your path. “Alright, what gives?” he demands, his eyes flicking between you and the first-year clinging to your back. “You’ve been avoiding me like the plague, but you’ve got time to give this guy piggyback rides?”

You blink, confused for a moment before laughing. “Ace, this is my cousin! They just transferred here, and I’ve been helping them get used to campus.”

Ace stares at you, completely thrown off. “Your… cousin?”

“Yeah, my little cousin. Didn’t I tell you?”

Ace feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him. “Oh… uh… I guess I didn’t know that,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

You smile, amused by his reaction. “Were you jealous?” you ask teasingly, stepping closer to him.

Ace’s face flushes red. “W-What? Me? Jealous? Pffft, no way!” He waves his hand dismissively, but his voice betrays him. “I just thought you were ditching me for someone else, that’s all.”

You chuckle, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Don’t worry, Ace. I’ve just been busy, but I’ll make time for you. I promise.”

Before he can respond, you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek, causing him to freeze on the spot. His eyes go wide, and his mouth opens and closes as if he’s trying to say something but can’t find the words.

“See you later, Ace,” you say with a grin, walking off with your cousin.

Ace stands there, his hand slowly reaching up to touch his cheek. “Did you just—?” He blinks, still stunned. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

Deuce Spade

Deuce tries to play it cool, but he’s never been great at hiding his emotions. Lately, you’ve been so busy that you’ve barely had time for him, and it’s bothering him more than he’d like to admit. Every time he tries to hang out with you, you’re swamped with schoolwork or running around doing something for a project. He understands—you’re both students, after all—but what really stings is that you always seem to have time for some random first-year.

He’s seen you around campus with the kid, giving them piggyback rides, laughing with them, even sharing lunch together. It’s starting to make him feel… well, jealous. He’s used to being your go-to person, your partner in crime. But now? It feels like you’re replacing him with this kid.

One day, Deuce spots you in the courtyard with the first-year yet again. This time, the kid is hanging off your arm like you’re their personal bodyguard. Deuce clenches his fists, trying to keep his cool.

“They’re busy with school, huh?” he mutters to himself. “Too busy for me, but not too busy for them.” He glares at the scene in front of him, his heart sinking.

Eventually, he can’t hold back anymore. He marches over to you, his face flushed with frustration. “Hey!” he calls out, stopping in front of you. “What’s going on? You’ve been so busy you barely have time to hang out, but you’ve got time for… this?” He gestures toward the first-year.

You look at him, surprised by his outburst. “Deuce, this is my cousin,” you explain, laughing lightly. “They just transferred in, and I’ve been helping them get settled.”

Deuce blinks, his expression softening in an instant. “Your… cousin?”

“Yeah, my little cousin. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately.”

Deuce feels a wave of relief, but also embarrassment for jumping to conclusions. “Oh… I didn’t know that."

Deuce rubs the back of his neck, his face still slightly red from his earlier frustration. "I guess I just thought... well, I thought you were avoiding me," he admits sheepishly. "You’ve been so busy, and then I kept seeing you with... them."

Your cousin peeks out from behind you, giving Deuce a curious look, but you just laugh softly. "Avoiding you? No way, Deuce. You know I wouldn’t do that. I’ve just been trying to balance everything, and my cousin has been... well, kind of stuck to me lately."

Deuce shifts awkwardly, his eyes darting to the side. "Right. I should’ve figured. Sorry for getting all worked up."

You smile warmly at him, finding his flustered state endearing. "Were you jealous?" you tease, stepping a little closer to him.

Deuce’s eyes widen, and his blush deepens. "What?! N-No! I mean... maybe a little?" he stammers, clearly caught off guard by your playful tone. "It’s just, we haven’t hung out in a while, and I thought..." His voice trails off as he scratches his cheek, looking at the ground.

You chuckle softly, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Don’t worry, Deuce. I’ll make time for you, I promise. You’re still my favorite."

Deuce glances up at you, his heart skipping a beat at your words. "I— Uh, yeah. Good." He clears his throat, trying to act nonchalant, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays him.

Without warning, you lean in and press a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. Deuce freezes, his brain short-circuiting as his face turns a brilliant shade of red. He stares at you, wide-eyed, as if he can’t quite process what just happened.

"See you later, Deuce," you say with a wink before turning to walk off with your cousin.

Deuce remains rooted to the spot, his hand slowly coming up to touch the spot on his cheek where you kissed him. His mind is racing, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"You kissed me," he mutters under his breath, still in shock. "They kissed me."

As you disappear into the distance, Deuce lets out a shaky breath, his lips curling into a shy smile. "I guess... I’m okay with that."

Epel Felmier

Epel’s been feeling a bit neglected lately, and he’s not too proud to admit it. You used to hang out with him all the time—whether it was sneaking snacks in class or venting about your day—but now? It feels like you’ve fallen off the face of the earth. Anytime he tries to make plans with you, you’re too busy. But the real kicker? He keeps seeing you around with some random first-year who’s always hanging off you.

One day, Epel catches sight of you giving the first-year a piggyback ride in the middle of campus. You’re laughing, carefree, while the kid clings to you like you’re their personal chauffeur. Epel narrows his eyes, arms crossed as he watches the two of you from a distance.

"They’re too busy to hang out with me, but they’ve got time for that kid?" he mutters under his breath, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "What’s so special about them anyway?"

Epel tries to brush it off, but it’s been eating at him for days. Finally, he can’t hold it in any longer. He finds you outside, chatting with the first-year again, and he marches right up to you, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Hey!" he calls out, his tone sharper than he intended. "What’s the deal? You’ve been too busy for everyone—especially me—but you’ve got all this time for them?"

You blink in surprise at his sudden outburst, glancing at your cousin, who’s still clinging to your arm. "Epel, this is my cousin," you explain, laughing a little. "They just transferred in, and I’ve been helping them get settled."

Epel’s eyes widen, and he feels his face flush in embarrassment. "Wait... your cousin?"

"Yeah, my little cousin," you repeat with a grin. "Sorry if I made you feel ignored. I’ve just been juggling a lot of stuff lately, and they’ve been needing my help."

Epel’s frustration quickly fades, replaced by guilt for jumping to conclusions. "Oh... I didn’t know that," he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. "I just thought... I don’t know, that you were too busy for me."

You give him a warm smile, stepping closer. "I’m never too busy for you, Epel. I’ve just been stretched thin. But I’ll make time for you, I promise."

Epel glances up at you, his heart swelling at your words. "Really?"

"Really," you say with a nod. Then, before he can react, you lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Epel freezes, his face turning bright red as he stares at you in shock. "Y-You just—"

You grin, clearly pleased by his reaction. "Consider it an apology for being distant. I’ll make it up to you."

Epel stands there, his heart racing as he watches you walk off with your cousin. His hand instinctively touches the spot where you kissed him, a dumbfounded smile creeping onto his face.

"They kissed me," he mutters to himself, his blush deepening. "Maybe I don’t mind them being a little busy after all..."

Masterlist

[9toji]

Can u do make up seggx please (and with a wholesome aftercare with a lot of apologizing) 😭😭😭 with either toji nanami megumi getooo !!! <33 ty

I really love ur works btw 💗

A UNIQUE FORM OF SORRIES + toji, geto

tags ; nsfw, mean doms turned soft, they're so sorry for mistreating you, toji's position is mating press, while geto's is missionary, cockwarming (toji), mentions of wanting a child (toji), tons of sweet words thrown and aftercare is sweet, not fuck but making love, sweet kinda segsy time

rina's comments ; OFC ANON <3 thamks so much for the kind words!! i hope u likey likey this!! ill make a part 2 for nanamin and megumin

toji

he was such a big meanie earlier that day, avoiding you because he was in a pensive mood. almost screamed at you but after seein' you almost cry, he goes soft and he says sorry.. by fucking you

“let me make you feel better, sweet thing.” he groans, his huge figure was hovering over you. cock buried deep, stretching you out with ease as he bottomed out. toji's tongue was lapping up your neck, “ 'm sorry, feels good.. huh?” he chuckles after hearing you whine out, one of his hands was placed under your head so that two of you stared at each other while he pounded into you.

toji rarely treated you with this much softness n care so you buried your head in the crook of his neck, blushing. he notices this and makes you look at him, gentle fingers squeezing your cheeks so you two can maintain eye contact, “wanna see your face when i make ya feel good baby, forgive me, hm?” he coos, smiling at the way you purse your lips, “you know ya love me.”

his thrusts aren't what you're used to, they're slow and sensual, making sure to hit those sweet spots just right that it makes you go dumb and dizzy for him, he cradles you in his arms with care till both of you reach your high, toji doesn't pull out though. he has his dick lay inside you, softening as the base gets coated with your cum.

you giggle into his warm and bear-like embrace, watching him kiss your body all over. from your cheeks to your shoulders, to your wrists and palms. “love all of this, you're the only one f'me.. gonna have my babies soon, don't get so mad baby. still need to marry you and make you have my babies, okay?”

geto

you two had a major disagreement that lasted weeks, geto avoided you like the plague and gave you the silent treatment. but not until he saw you sobbing, his heart aching for you so he places a warm kiss, that ends up in something more

“missed you baby, there you are.” he breathes, kissing your nose as he thrusts into you. geto's hands were on either side of you, and your legs were dangling off his forearms. geto groans every time you pull on his locks, and he fakes a sad expression when you mumble, “hate you suguru.” “but i love you more.”

your eyes droop and he taps your cheeks, “watch me make love to you baby, see how much i missed lovin' you. so so sorry, what else can i do for my baby, hm?” he asks softly, brushing off the sweaty strands of hair that covered your face. geto definitely felt bad, n you could tell by the way he talks to you.

normally, he would hiss and spit of how much of a whore you were; prompting you to bend over. but now, he was staring into your eyes, nodding everytime you showed signs of pleasure, “like it baby? mm, yeah.”suguru grins, watching you twitch after you reach your high, pulling out and asking politely if you could sit on his lap, rubbing warm circles on your back as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, “i love you, so much. nothin's gonna pull us apart.” suguru swears, kissing your forehead.

he keeps whispering into your ear, making you feel a little sleepy. his eyes soften at the sight and he kisses you once more before he hugs you tight, “love you baby.” he mumbles, falling asleep alongside you.

[moonswolfie]

Princess of the commoner cafe

Oikawa, Miya twins, Ushijima, Hinata, Akaashi x fem!reader

ohshc AU!!

I've been watching a bit of ouran high school host club lately (still havent gotten very far but i am HOOKEDDDDDD) and i'm sure others have written something like this before but i wanted to throw my own hat in the ring and write this delulu ass scenario

also i apologise PROFUSELY if anyone is ooc it has been a WHILE since my last haikyuu rewatch

(btw i am working on your request anon dont you worry ;) )

Somehow, you managed to get into the prestigious Ouran Academy based on your academic success alone. Your parents were overjoyed to send you off, even if you felt embarrased about not even being able to afford the official school uniform. You stuck out like a sore thumb on your first day, that's for sure.

At first, you thought you wouldn't fit in with anyone here. Your hypothesis was mostly correct. Everyone in your class is always talking about their latest designer bag or bragging about their new lambo or bugatti. Needless to say, it's like they're speaking in a foreign language.

They quickly lost interest in you after you couldn't list your top ten designer brands (with reasons as to why you chose those specific ones!!!). Yeah, friends are kind of out of the picture.

So when your curiosity got the better of you one day and you visited the host club all the girls in your class keep squealing about you didn't expect things to develop like this.

"Are you gonna visit today too? Are you?!" Hinata, the boy from the other class attached himself to your arm and looked at you with sparkling eyes. "Of course I am." you smiled at him, a little giddy about returning to the club once more.

"We have a special theme today, just for you..." he told you that while wearing a mischevious grin but refused to elaborate. The boys at the club always go through great lengths to get you curious and draw you back into the club. Not just Hinata, all of them.

Let's just say you've become quite the sensation among the hosts of the Ouran High school host club. You aren't exactly sure how you managed to get yourself in this situation, but you aren't really complaining, either. You'd definitely take being adored by the 6 hotties of the school over being ignored by everyone for all your 3 years of high school.

All you did was visit the club a few times out of curiosity, far too afraid to actually openly interact with the hosts considering the crowd of girls always gathered around them. Not to mention you'd definitely get gawked at for your clothes, mannerisms and conversation topics (and not in a good way).

Akaashi was the first to take notice of you, and somehow that evolved into every other host becoming interested, too.

Anyways, Hinata seemed very satisfied with your promise to come visit once again and ran off, shouting that you have to promise to come visit him first.

Well, there's nothing to it but to do it, you suppose.

.

"Welcome, dear guests, to the host club!" all the guys greeted you and a group of other girls who also came as soon as they possibly could. They were practically pushing eachother in front of the door. Not that you can blame them.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you felt like you were standing at the local cafe located just around the corner from your house. It felt warm and homey. So this is what they went for this time. A strange choice, considering their usually extravagant themes.

"Heya, gir-" Atsumu's smug voice greeted you from behind and you turned around to see that he was about to envelop you in his arms. "Hey, ya lost the bet. I get her first." Osamu pulled Atsumu back by his barista apron before he could actually touch you. Atsumu grumbled something you couldn't quite hear, which you presume was some not so nice words directed towards his brother.

"Actually, I made a promise to Hinata that he'd be the first one I visit." you smiled at the twins apologetically. Neither of them seemed too pleased about the prospect of that, though. "Why? Ya like him more than us?" Atsumu placed his hands on his hips, glaring at you.

"Hahaha, a promise is a promise. I'll be back for you two right after, don't worry." you waved the twins off, winking. That seemed to soften their expressions a bit. But maybe it wasn't the smartest idea, looking back on it. They're definitely going to fight over which one of them you winked at later.

Hinata greeted you enthusiastically, looking overjoyed at seeing you. His cheeks blushed a nice pink color when he smiled at you. "Wait here, wait here." he held out an antique looking chair for you and you sat down behind one of the tables. Then he ran off somewhere.

You're always impressed by how lavishly they decorate their club. I guess being rich can really do wonders for club decor.

"Are you enjoying today's theme? I made sure to pick out some fitting decorations." Akaashi suddenly appeared behind you. You could have sworn you didn't hear his footsteps. Maybe you were just too absorbed in observing the theme, though. Haha, even all the hosts are dressed like baristas.

"Yeah..." you looked into Akaashi's eyes, admiring their color. You've always found him to have a calming presence, even if he can be mischevious at times. That just adds on to his personality, doesn't it? You think it's quite a shame that he isn't as popular as a certain someone in the club.

"It seems to me you're enjoying something other than the theme." you got snapped out of your thoughts by Akaashi's voice. Oops, you must have been staring at him again. You turned away, making a quick apology. You felt a little giddy all of a sudden.

"Oh, but when did I ever say I dislike the attention?" Akaashi gently grabbed your chin, turning your face back to him. Somehow, he seems more affectionate towards you than he does to the other girls who request him. Atleast you've never seen him grab other girls' chins. You were sure you probably looked awestruck in this moment.

"Hey! Stop hogging her to yourself!" Hinata was running back to the two of you, holding a fancy cup of (presumably) coffee. On his way to stop Akaashi from wooing you, he didn't notice a wire below his feet and he tripped over it.

...Which happened to spill hot coffee all over your shirt and shattered the cup to pieces. "Ugh... I'm okay, don't- AAAAH!" Hinata yelled upon seeing your shirt.

"I'll go get new clothes!" Akaashi seemed tense, quickly turning on his heels and running off.

Luckily, the coffee was cool enough to not give you burns. You aren't even worried about the shirt that much either, you've been on the fence about donating it anyways.

"Aaah, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry." Hinata seemed almost dramatically apologetic, bowing down before you in apology over and over.

"What is going on over here?" you heard a smug voice that could belong to one person and one person only. The leader and self proclaimed king of the club, Oikawa, was now approaching the two of you. And he didn't seem very happy, mind you.

"Ah, Oikawa! It's, umm..." Hinata nervously whipped his head around to meet Oikawa's charming chocolate eyes.

"Hinata accidentally spilled coffee on me." Hinata looked at you sadly, like you just betrayed him. You gasped, realising you weren't supposed to reveal that unless you wanted Hinata to feel Oikawa's wrath. Normally he would just scold Hinata for his clumsiness, but when it comes to you specifically, he gets protective. Somehow, he even looks like a supermodel while wearing a barista uniform.

"He... Oh, that won't do. You should spend less time with clumsy good-for-nothings and spend more time with..." he tilted your chin towards him "...Me."

As much as you think Oikawa is an obnoxious jerk, he always manages to charm your negative feelings away when he does something like that. Gets you feeling all giddy like the main character of a badly written shojo anime.

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, bro." you kept your face as cold as you possibly could in that situation. It seemed to you like the word "bro" was a direct stab to his heart, but he quickly recovered, putting on his best flirty face. "I will help you clean yourself up, my princess. We simply must get you out of that dreadful shirt." Oikawa shot poor Hinata a glare. You're definitely buying him "that one good commoner chocolate" (as Hinata likes to call it) later.

"Uh, Akaashi's already-"

"Now now now, what's goin' on here?" things are about to get a lot more complicated, you reckon. Because now the twins have showed up.

"We heard precious china shatterin' and wanted to see what caused it." Osamu added. A few girls were blushing a few meters behind the twins, probably too nervous to approach the two right now.

"Ya said you'd come visit us right after! And now yer here with this a-" Atsumu immediately stopped complaining when he saw your shirt. Both the twins shot poor poor Hinata a glare. (One "poor" for each twin.)

"See, I told ya I was a better fit for ya. I'd never spill coffee on ya." Osamu crossed his arms.

"What do ya mean "the better fit for ya"? Clearly, I'm the better one 'round here. And say the wink was meant for me while we're at it, won't ya?!" Atsumu's anger was now directed back at Osamu. (Akaashi would joke that it's back to where it's supposed to be.)

"I was kinda winking at-"

"Oh, please. Don't joke around with me. We all know I'm the best fit for her." Oikawa posed dramatically, which looked funny because of his not very prince-like outfit.

This always ends up happening. At this point you've given up on stopping it. The twins start bickering with Oikawa while girls on both sides squeal for them to calm down, tearfully inviting the boys back into their embraces.

You look behind you, where Ushijima is staring at you knowingly. You give him a relieved smile, knowing what's about to come. Whenever the other guys get into duels over who gets to recieve your attention, Ushijima is always there to pull you out of the situation.

The duels get so heated that you get to spend a few minutes alone with him before the others even notice you're gone. And so you follow the routine of letting him whisk you away to a lonely corner of the club room.

"Do you know why the theme is a commoner cafe?" he asks after a few moments of silence. He's looking at you with complete seriousness, but you don't miss the hint of a smile on his face. Enchanted by such a sight, you shake your head no dreamily.

"It was to impress you. Akaashi thought of the idea." Your eyes widened. Now you just feel giddy that Akaashi actually remembered that one time you told him you used to visit a cozy cafe close to your house with your parents growing up. It was all the way back when he first acknowledged your existence and decided to sit around with you for a few minutes, sipping tea from a cup that probably costs more than your phone.

"Oh... I like it. I really do." you smiled up at Ushijima. You could swear a bit of blush appeared on his cheeks. He silently put an arm around you, pulling you close to him. You like when he does that.

When all of the hosts are swooning over you like this while wearing barista uniforms, you feel like the princess of a commoner cafe.