#christ this fucking ask hit me like a truck

[strawbbz]

Did u ever watch sanders side’s because you seem like you would (not /neg but also not /pos)

[punkshort]

look what we've become - ch.7

Chapter Summary: Joel needs to know where you were taken, so he goes to the only people who would have the answers.

Chapter Warnings: language, graphic depictions of violence, torture, blood

WC: 5.3K

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"Joel!" Ellie yelled, shaking his shoulder, pulling him out of a deep sleep.

"What?" he asked, irritated as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around, realizing the sun was up and you never woke him.

"Goddamnit," he muttered, standing and grabbing his gear. "Why didn't she wake me?"

"She's gone!" Ellie said, sounding a little breathless.

Joel felt his legs go weak and the blood rush to his head as Ellie's words hit him like a ton of bricks.

"What?"

"She's gone," Ellie repeated. "Her shit's still here, though, so it's not like she left us. But I can't find her anywhere."

"W-where - what d'you mean she's... oh, shit," Joel stammered. He fell back onto the bed as his vision went narrow and his chest tightened under his palm. He felt like he could barely drag in a breath, fighting like hell to keep from passing out. He let his head hang between his knees as he struggled to breathe while the pain in his chest intensified.

"Joel?" Ellie said, her voice sounding miles away even though she was kneeling down right next to him. "Joel! What's going on?!"

"It's fine," he gasped, shaking his head, trying to clear the fog in his brain, but it was no use.

"You're not fucking fine! Are you having a heart attack? What do I do?!"

"I'm not-" Joel cut himself off and took in a ragged breath. "I'm not havin' a heart attack."

Jesus Christ, how could he let this happen?

"I'll get you some water," Ellie said, standing up to dig through his pack for his canteen. She held it out to him and he took it weakly, his hand shaking as he brought it to his lips.

"You sure she isn't patrolin' the building?" His voice was raspy as his vision began to widen again. Please, just walk through the door.

"Pretty sure. Her gun was on the ground downstairs," Ellie said, turning around to pick up the pistol from her bed to show him. He felt himself begin to spiral again and he quickly squeezed his eyes shut. He needed to be focused. He needed to get you back. He needed you to be safe.

"Put that down," he told her, rubbing his eyes.

"It's just the two of us, what if the people who took her come back?" Ellie protested, and Joel dropped his hand to glare at her.

"How d'you know she was taken?" he demanded, even though he already came to the same conclusion himself, he just wasn't ready to admit it.

"What else could it have been?" she shrugged. "Her gun's here, her pack's here, the truck is still here. And she's nowhere to be found. She wouldn't just leave us, right?"

Joel stared at Ellie for a moment, his brows furrowed as he tried to decide how much he should share with a teenager.

He just grunted in response, sitting back and taking a deep breath in while rubbing his chest, doing his best to hide the intense fear that was coursing through his veins. "I'll look around, see if there's any tracks or somethin' that might lead us in the right direction." He stood on shaky legs to scoop up his rifle.

"I'll come with you, watch your back," she said, leaning down to grab her pack.

"No you won't, you'll stay right here," Joel scolded as he headed to the door, still feeling a little lightheaded but the panic attack was subsiding.

Ellie rolled her eyes and dropped her backpack in a huff, watching as Joel made his way down the stairs towards the front door of the fire hall.

Once Joel was safely out of sight, behind a few trees where he knew Ellie couldn't see him, he fell forward and allowed himself to just be weak. First, by gripping his knees and breathing deeply, then by falling to the ground on his hands and knees, letting his head rest against the dirt as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill down his face.

How could he fuck this up so badly? How could he let this happen? He was supposed to protect you, and the first chance someone got, they took you. No wonder you didn't want to marry him or start a family. How could he possibly keep you or anybody else safe? He just failed time and time again.

Someone must have followed them and he didn't notice. He was too tired and old to recognize when he was being tailed. And it might have cost you your life.

In his craze, he had half a mind to just leave Ellie. His first instinct was to take off, knowing she would just slow him down. But you had a soft spot for the kid, and you so desperately wanted to help her. It was clear as day that you cared for her. He couldn't abandon Ellie after you risked it all to find her family. He wouldn't do that to you. Especially if it was your last wish.

"Stop thinkin' like that," he muttered to himself. With a groan, he pushed off the ground and made himself stand up. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could do this. He just had to focus. He could find you. He would find you, if it was the last thing he ever did.

He opened his eyes and looked around. What could he see? What could lead him to you? He walked the perimeter of the building, looking for any sign - a scrap of clothing, a drop of blood, anything that would draw him in the right direction, but there was nothing.

Next, he examined the truck. Why wouldn't they take the truck? He looked at the ground, hoping to find some tire tracks, but the dry fucking desert left nothing for him to trace. They must have had their own vehicle.

Frustrated, he stormed back inside, his fingers raking through his hair as he stomped up the steps.

"Find anything?" Ellie asked, jumping up from the bed. He could tell she was worried, and if he was in a better frame of mind, he might have cared. But all he could think about was you, and what was happening to you at that very moment while he wasted all this time.

"No," he said, his voice gruff as he paced the room and tried to plot his next move. Ellie watched him for a few minutes, not wanting to anger him further but trying to find the right balance and help.

"Who could've taken her? And why not all of us? Why just her?" Ellie wondered out loud.

Joel paused, her words unlocking something.

"Your uncle," Joel started, turning on her. "He told me somethin' when we were there. Said there's slavers that'll pay good money for her. Tried to convince me to -" Joel fell back on the mattress behind him, his head spinning.

"Wait, what?" Ellie asked, standing up now. "How would he know that?"

"Uh," Joel stammered, his mind going a mile a minute. He probably shouldn't have said that to her, he was just thinking out loud. If you were here, you would have known what to do.

"Did he sell me?!" Ellie's face was ghostly white as she connected the dots.

"I don't know," Joel told her, trying to focus on the main issue. He couldn't deal with this right now, he had to find you.

"He did, didn't he?" Ellie continued, tears welling up in her eyes. "That's how they got past his cameras. That's why I don't remember."

Joel sighed and looked up at her. He didn't have much of a choice.

"Yeah, probably," he finally admitted. "It's why we wanted to get you outta there. Somethin' felt off."

"Motherfuckers," Ellie muttered, and Joel raised his eyebrows.

"We gotta go back," Joel told her, standing up quickly. "Get your stuff. That asshole knows who did this."

Ellie helped direct him back to her uncle's house once a few hours passed and he got closer to the city. He stopped the truck a mile away from the house, parking in an abandoned lot, hiding among other cars, just in case.

"We'll wait til sundown," Joel said as he turned off the engine. It was only a couple hours, but each passing minute he spent not tracking you down made his stomach twist tighter and tighter.

"Then what?"

"Then, I sneak back in there, take 'em by surprise and get the information outta him," Joel replied, staring out the window, looking for any movement.

"How are you gonna get by the cameras?" Ellie asked him. He shrugged.

"Don't know. Guess I try to time it before be sets up the motion alerts. It's a gamble but it's all I got."

"You should go after dinner," she said. He turned to finally look at her, waiting for her to explain. "They like to drink after dinner."

He nodded, dropping his gaze and watching as her hands nervously fidgeted in her lap.

"I know this is your family and all-" he began, but she cut him off.

"Do what you gotta do. They aren't my family anymore," she said, blinking away the tears and looking out her window.

"Right," he said. "Reckon they aren't."

They sat a few minutes in silence, both lost in their own thoughts, before he spoke again.

"I'm sorry all this happened," he said quietly. "Ain't none of it your fault."

Ellie turned to him and tried to keep the surprise from her face.

"Thanks," was all she said, and he gave her a firm nod before reaching behind him to grab his rifle. He checked it was fully loaded before moving on to his revolver, doing the same checks. Once he was satisfied, he rummaged around in his pack for his hunter's knife, then looped it through his belt so it sat on his back hip. Ellie watched him carefully before taking a deep breath and asking him the question she wasn't sure she wanted the answer to.

"What are you gonna do to them?"

He paused, then straightened up and cleared his throat.

"Whatever I have to," he said lowly, and Ellie felt a shiver travel down her spine. She didn't ask any more questions after that.

As the sun began to set, Joel took a deep breath and double checked his gear before turning to Ellie.

"Alright. I'm gonna leave the keys with you, just in case..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence. Ellie's brow furrowed.

"No way, dude. I'm coming with you."

"No, you ain't," he told her. "I can't be lookin' out for a kid while I'm in there."

"You won't have to look out for me, I'll have your back!" Ellie protested angrily.

"What the hell d'you think you're gonna do?" he replied, wondering why he was wasting time arguing with a teenager.

"I don't know! But it's better than sitting in this stupid car waiting for you to get back. It's not very safe, you know. Leaving a kid all alone out here," she told him, trying everything she could think of to change his mind. He clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils. He didn't have time for this, he just needed to get the information and get the hell out of here.

"Fine. But you better stick by me, and listen to what I tell you," he seethed, then pushed the door open and hopped out, adjusting his pack over his shoulders as he headed in the direction of the house.

Joel couldn't believe he was having the same argument with Ellie that he has with you. Fuck, he hoped you were okay. If Ellie made it out alive with the same people, you should be able to, right? He couldn't ignore the pit in his stomach when he regrettably let his mind wander to what they would want from you. As far as he knew, Ellie was just used for manual labor. But history as proven there's something else men in particular want from you.

Once they got within earshot of the house, Joel held his arm out silently to stop Ellie. He turned his head to her and pressed a finger up against his lips, telling her to be quiet. She nodded, her breath quickening as her nerves began to set in, then followed close on Joel's tail as they made their way up to the house. He ducked under the window and flattened himself up against the siding, his eyes darting up to look at the cameras angled on the corners of the roof before slowly rising and peering over the windowsill.

The curtains were closed, but he was able to see in just a crack. The living room lights were on but he didn't see any movement inside. Just when he was about to give up and try a different angle, he heard June's muffled voice. He froze, watching as she waddled into the living room from the kitchen with a glass in her hand, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. She didn't appear to be alarmed, so Joel took that to mean they managed to sneak by the cameras undetected.

He reached to his side and wrapped his fingers around the grip of his revolver, slowly pulling it out of his holster and holding it up in front of him. He continued to watch as Dave ambled into the living room, holding a short glass with brown liquid in it. He set the glass down and bent over to tend to the fire.

Joel ducked back down and quickly made his way around the house to the sliding glass door that led into the kitchen. Ellie followed hot on his heels, her switchblade clutched tightly in her fist. He peered around the corner, making sure nobody came back into the kitchen before he tugged on the door. Locked. He put his revolver back in the holster and took out his knife, working over the lock with ease and slowly sliding the glass door open. Once Ellie was inside, he switched his knife for his gun. He flattened his hand and pushed it down, silently telling her to stay right here. She nodded, squatting down behind one of the kitchen chairs so she was out of sight.

He flattened himself against the wall next to the doorway that led from the kitchen to the living room, listening to June and Dave talk about the meal they had just eaten, like they hadn't just sold a human being into slavery yet again. Based on the volume of her voice, he realized that June was heading back into the kitchen. He took a deep breath and widened his stance, the gun in his palm gripped tight as he waited for his moment.

"Did you want any cookies?" June asked over her shoulder. "Just made 'em today, they're-"

She let out a strangled cry as Joel hooked his arm tightly around her throat, spinning her around and pulling her back flush against his chest, his revolver pressing into her temple.

"Junebug?" Dave called, setting down his glass and pushing himself up from the sofa. Joel pushed her forward, the both of them stepping out into the living room, Joel using her body as a shield. Dave froze and Joel watched as all the blood drained from his face.

"What, weren't expectin' me?" Joel growled, and June whimpered against him.

"Wha-" Dave started, then swallowed audibly before trying again. "What'dya want?"

"I want you to tell me who the fuck you called, and where their camp is," Joel said through clenched teeth.

"I didn't call no one," Dave said, his eyes flitting around the room, trying to locate a weapon.

"Don't even think 'bout it," Joel warned, and Dave chuckled.

"C'mon, you ain't gonna hurt a woman," he said. Before Dave could blink, Joel pointed his revolver down to the ground and shot June right through the foot. She howled, her body instinctively bending forward to grab her wound, but Joel tugged her back.

"Better start talkin', or I won't be so nice next time."

"Okay, okay! Jesus!" Dave yelled, holding his hands up in the air and waving them, trying to calm Joel down. "Let her go, then I'll talk."

"Don't think so," Joel said.

"Listen, tie us up or somethin', just let her go," Dave pleaded.

"Funny hearin' you beg for your woman's life when you just sold mine to the highest bidder. Why should I be so generous?"

Dave was beginning to panic, his breaths were coming fast and his hands were shaking.

"You're right, I'm sorry, you're right. Just- please. Please. I'll tell ya whatever you wanna hear, just let her go."

Joel didn't have time for this. He didn't want to waste another minute arguing with this asshole when he could be heading to wherever you were. So, he agreed.

"Fine. I'll let her go, but I'm tyin' you both up," he said, turning back towards the kitchen and dragging June with him. He opened up a few drawers, leaving them rummaged through and open until he found a junk drawer with a pack of zip ties. He snatched them up and pushed June back into the living room. Tossing the pack on the floor, he nodded at Dave.

"Go ahead. Tie yourself up, then I'll do her," Joel said.

"Now, wait a minute. I ain't gonna tie myself first and have you go back on your word."

"Of the fucking two of us, I ain't the one who's lied, and you ain't the one to be makin' any goddamn demands!" Joel roared, his chest heaving. Dave cowered, raising his hands higher above his head and nodded.

"Alright, alright," he said shakily, then slowly leaned forward to pick up the zip ties. He opened the pack and was about to wrap up his wrists, but Joel stopped him.

"Ankles, too," he said. Dave looked like he was about to protest but thought better of it.

After tying his ankles and his hands at his waist, he limply tossed the pack of ties across the floor towards Joel.

"Sit down," he told June through gritted teeth, pushing her down into the armchair. She plopped down into the chair with a whimper, then quickly leaned down to clutch her foot.

Joel let his guard down for a minute. Just one minute to pick up the zip ties and it was all June needed. She brought her good leg down on the back of his head, knocking him down to the ground and sending his gun skittering across the room. His head bounced off the floor, making him see stars for a moment before he scrambled to try to stand back up, but she brought her leg down across his back with enough force to knock him down again.

"You son of a bitch!" she screeched at him. She tried to stand and grab his gun, but she stumbled, the bullet wound in her foot making her unable to walk.

"Get the gun, Junebug!" Dave yelled from his spot on the sofa. "Get the gun and shoot him in the goddamn head!"

Joel rolled onto his back to create distance from her so he could finally stand up. When he did, he realized the room had gone deathly silent. He swiveled his head around, trying to figure out why they stopped screaming, and then he saw Ellie. She was standing in the doorway with his rifle trained on June's head, her eyes hard and her hands still.

"Ellie," June whispered. She inched forward on the ground towards her, but Ellie just cocked the rifle. June froze.

"Ellie, you shoot that fucker right between the eyes," Dave ordered from the couch. When it became apparent that Ellie was not on their side, Joel bent down to pick up his revolver with a grunt. Dave nervously glanced back and forth between her and Joel.

"Ellie-" he began, but she cut him off.

"Did you sell me to them, too?" Her voice was unwavering, her gaze like daggers.

"'Course not," June said, interrupting them.

"Really? Then how'd he know who to call? How'd they get past your cameras?"

"How did you get past 'em?" June shrieked. "It ain't impossible!"

"June, just give it up," Dave said from behind her, his shoulders sagging.

The room was silent. Joel looked over at Ellie, then back at Dave.

"Gimme the gun, kiddo," Joel said gently, taking a step toward her with his hand out.

"I wanna hear him say it," she said, her grip tightening on the stock.

"Fine, we sold ya, that what you wanna hear? Paid for half the shit in that basement, too, and look at you - you're fuckin' fine!" Dave shouted, spit spraying from his lips. Ellie's brows furrowed and her eyes lit up in rage.

"What? You gonna kill me?" Dave asked with a laugh.

"She won't," Joel said, stepping in front of the rifle, blocking Ellie's shot. "But I will."

Dave's smile faltered as he looked up at Joel.

"Ellie?" Joel said over his shoulder, his eyes still glued to Dave.

"Yeah?"

"You got headphones?"

"Yeah."

"Go upstairs, put 'em on," Joel said, holding his arm out to his side. She paused for a moment before dropping the gun from her shoulder and handing him the rifle, then turned to head up the stairs.

"Wait! Ellie!" June sobbed, tears streaming down her face. But Ellie kept walking. "I'm sorry!" June added, hoping she would garner some sympathy.

"No, you ain't," Joel muttered, leaning the gun against the wall before turning back to her. "But you're gonna be."

An hour. He wasted a whole fucking hour with these assholes, playing their stupid games and listening to their pathetic pleas until his eye caught the time on the wall and his anger flared. He needed to get on the road. He needed to find you. He wouldn't be able to sleep or eat until he did.

He had them both tied up, sitting on the floor with their backs to each other. Dave was partially right. Joel didn't like the idea of hurting a woman. So he went relatively easy on her. However, after that hour was up, she was still bruised and bloodied, but it was nothing compared to Dave.

Dave was barely holding on to consciousness and unfortunately was trying to feed Joel false information on where you were taken. He caught him in a lie twice already, and his anger got the best of him both times. With a sigh, he stood up and flexed his bloodied hand.

"You still with me?" Joel asked, leaning over Dave's body. He heard a grunt in response.

"Can't do much more to you, you'll pass out. So I'm sorry to have to do it," Joel walked around in a circle slowly, stopping when he found himself in front of June. "But I'll have to start takin' her fingers."

June began sobbing again and behind her, Dave groaned. Joel took the bloodied knife he had set on the coffee table and held out his arm.

"Gimme your hand," he told June calmly, and her sobbing turned into hysterics, her tied hands pressed firmly into her lap.

"Gimme your fuckin' hand, or tell me where they took her!" he roared, making her jump.

"I'll tell you!" she said, tears and snot streaming down her face. Joel felt a bit of relief, then leaned back to grab the map from his back pocket.

"Point to it. And it better be the same spot he points to," he said darkly. She nodded and lifted her hands shakily after squinting at the map.

"There," she said. He peered down, noting she pointed to a hospital in Salt Lake City, and his blood ran cold. He wasn't certain, but it appeared to be the same hospital he and Tommy were supposed to take Ellie. He stood up and walked back around to Dave, who was glaring up at him through one eye, the other was swollen shut.

"They'll kill us," Dave said weakly when Joel held out the map.

"Shoulda thought 'bout that before doin' business with a bunch of slavers," Joel told him bitterly.

"I ain't tellin' you shit," Dave said, squaring his shoulders. June began whimpering behind him.

"That's okay," Joel said, dropping the map on the coffee table. "I believe her."

He rammed the hunting knife through Dave's chest with a grunt. The man let out a small squeal before his head fell forward limply. June screamed and tried to scoot away on the floor, but Joel grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back.

"Shut up, or you're next," he snarled, and her screams immediately stopped.

"It's no use," she sobbed, leaning forward and gasping for air. "You won't get her back. It's been too long, they move 'em around so fast-"

Joel had enough. He took the butt of his rifle and hit her in the back of the head, knocking her unconscious.

She may think he wouldn't get you back, but she had no idea what he's capable of.

The drive back north was quiet. Ellie saw the blood on Joel's hands and clothes. Even though he did his best to clean up before bringing her downstairs, she still pieced it together. He had hid Dave's body in the basement with the camera equipment, then dragged June down there, still unconscious, and tied her loosely to a workbench. She could eventually figure out how to get out of the restraints. It was just to ensure he had enough time to put distance between them. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to kill her. But at the last minute, he did decide to grab one of those AK-47s Dave was bragging about two days ago.

Ellie didn't ask questions. She stared silently out the window, lost in thought about her own flesh and blood betraying her. Then she glanced at Joel, realizing this man who couldn't stand the sight of her just a week ago did more for her than her own family.

"Thank you," she finally said, breaking the silence. He blinked and turned his head briefly to look at her.

"You're welcome," he said gruffly. "You didn't, uh, see or hear anythin', did'ya?"

"No," she said, and Joel sighed with relief.

"Good."

He picked up the speed when he reached a part of the interstate that was flat, determined to reach you as soon as possible.

"They told me they took her to a hospital in Salt Lake City," he said after a while, and she looked up from her sketch pad as she listened. "I think it might be the same spot the Fireflies wanted us to take you."

"Oh," she said, sitting back in her seat, deep in thought. "I wonder why they wanted her there."

"What'dya mean?"

Ellie paused, remembering Joel still didn't know the real reason Marlene asked him to take her. She decided to be somewhat honest with him, considering all he had done for her, it was the least she could do.

"It's a research facility," she said.

"Research? For what?"

"I overheard some stuff once. They're trying to find a cure," she said. "For the virus."

"A cure?" Joel repeated, furrowing his brow. "The hell they need her for?"

Ellie chewed her lip nervously before answering.

"Test subjects," she finally said, her face falling. Joel swallowed thickly as the implication behind her words set in.

"Ellie," he said slowly, gripping the wheel tightly. "Do you know that for a fact?"

"Yes," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "I had a friend. She was taken there, she never came back. I found out later what happened," she sniffed, quickly wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye.

"And that's why they wanted us to take you there? To test a cure on you?"

"Yeah," Ellie lied, shifting her gaze out the window, immediately feeling guilty. She wasn't lying about the test subjects, but she didn't feel comfortable yet telling him it was her blood they wanted to test next.

Joel drove through the night, his eyes bloodshot and his fingers numb, but he made it in about 8 hours. It was still dark out as he found a secluded spot a couple blocks away and parked the truck. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, wondering how the hell he was going to do this. Ellie stirred in the seat next to him, yawning and stretching before looking around.

"Are we here?"

"Yeah. Hospital's that tall building over there," he said, pointing to the side. She looked through the window and nodded before looking back at Joel.

"You should get some rest," she told him, but he shook his head.

"Can't."

"Yeah, you can. How do you think you're gonna do this when you've been up for, what, a day and a half?"

"I don't got a choice, they could be doin' shit to her right now," he argued, then leaned over the seat to grab the hunting rifle.

"They've only had her for a day, she's fine. Most they did at this point was inject her with an experimental vaccine. They don't test it for a few days," she explained, sitting back in her seat. Joel frowned.

"How do you know all this?"

Ellie shrugged and nervously chewed on her nail.

"Just do."

Joel just stared at her. He was beginning to realize she was hiding something from him, but he couldn't worry about it yet. He didn't think Ellie would have any reason to lie to him, so he considered his options: take her word for it and get some rest so he could be as strong as possible to take all those fuckers down, or go in blind and weak right now and hope for the best.

"And when you say they 'test it', d'you mean..."

"They keep infected in there," she said with a nod. "Best way to test it is to get bit and watch."

"Fuck," Joel whispered, shakily running his hand over his mouth as he stared out the windshield. "You're gonna tell me how you know all this shit after we get her back, you hear me?" His tone was firm and his jaw was set as he shot her a glare. She nodded.

"Alright," he said after a moment, breathing in deeply. "Here's the plan. You keep watch, I try to get some rest for a couple hours. Then we move. Before I just storm in there, I gotta see what we're dealin' with. Think you can handle that?" He finally turned to Ellie and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.

"Yeah," she said, sitting up in her seat. "I can handle it."

Reluctantly, Joel handed her the rifle. She eagerly took it from his grip.

"For the scope. So you can see anythin' comin' our way when I'm out," he explained, then eyed up the way she was holding the gun. "You ever use one of these things?"

"No, can't be that hard, can it? Just point and shoot," she said with a shrug as she examined the firearm. Joel sighed before leaning over and giving her a quick tutorial.

"Just don't fuckin' shoot me when I'm sleepin'," he told her, then tipped the seat back and bunched his coat up around his neck, closing his eyes. She grinned then took her post, scanning the perimeter every few minutes for any movement while Joel snored softly in the driver's seat.

Ellie weighed her options. Should she tell him the truth? Should she tell him she's immune? Would it even matter? She decided against it for now. It wouldn't change the plan. Maybe one day she would tell him. Once they got you back and the three of you were safely back in Jackson. For now, she had to stay focused and help rescue you. She wouldn't let the Fireflies take another one of her friends.

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

I’m so happy you’re up for writing for WTTW! It’s one of my all time faves, can’t believe it’s been a year?!

Please could I request a cute little blurb set during the drive back maybe? Something cute and loved up and maybe a little smutty (for the sluts) (aka me)

Or anything else from this AU you feel like writing!

🥰

18+

“Pull over.”

“What?”

“Pull over.”

You were on a road outside of a town in Utah, Carmel and the ocean long left behind. It was almost dusk, that golden kind of light draping over the canyons, making the desert landscape look pink, like a dream. Everything was cotton candy, soft and sweet, including the boy driving.

“D’you need to pee or something?” Steve asked and he peered down at the map that was thrown across your legs. “There should be a gas station somewhere along here if—”

“Or something,” you replied, your answer vague enough to have Steve frowning but he was already pulling off of the road, pink and red dust kicking up from the wheels.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok— oh.” He realised what was happening when you arched up, hips lifting from the seat, just enough for you to hook your fingers into the sides of your underwear and peel them down from underneath your dress. “Oh my god, okay, yeah.”

His belt was unbuckled instantly, a comical quickness to his actions, the buckle hitting the door panel with a thud and he was sliding the divers seat back quicker than he could keep up with, his other hand hitting the horn.

It was all laughter into mouths, pretty, sweet, urgent kisses over the stick shift and Steve wasn’t shy about urging you into his lap. He kissed you until you were breathless, until the sky went from pink to lavender and the clouds in the distance rolled a little closer. It wasn’t a busy road per se, definitely sleepy at this hour but headlights flashed over your both as an old truck blurred past and it just made everything a little more exciting.

Steve was making the nicest noises, needy gasps and groans as you rocked over him, his jeans unbuckled just enough to free his cock and he threw his head back at the feel of how wet you were, letting you nip and lick at his throat, his jaw.

And when he got close and the stars started to blink from between the rock formations, Steve gripped your hip with one hand and urged you to ride him faster, the windows wet with condensation, the car rocking in the most obvious way. He used his free hand to slip down the straps of your dress from your shoulders, tugged the flowery material down over your tits until you were wearing it around the middle of your waist like a belt.

You were so on show it was obscene.

“I’m close,” you moaned and Steve just thrust up to keep you, cock sliding in and out with slick sounds.

You grabbed at his hair, tugging, gazing down at him with hazy eyes. He was tanned, sunkissed and freckles with his lips pink and parted for you, staring right back with pupils blown wide.

“Christ, you’re so pretty,” he murmured and his voice was gone, wrecked. “Gonna come for me? Just for me?”

You nodded, gasping, pulling at his hair until he groaned and took over, holding your hips still so he could fuck up into you until you came, clenching down on him.

And if that happened in every place you stopped on the way home, well. That wasn’t a vacation story you needed to share with friends.

[sweetenerobert]

stuck in the elevator

4.1k / dark!bfd!joel miller x sunshine!male reader

summary: a visit to sarah at college with her dad turns different after you both get trapped in an elevator

warnings: dead dove/do not eat, DARK!Joel, strong language, pwp, age gap (reader is 21, joel is in his 40s), joel asks for consent (you’re a bit hesitant), dirty talk, fingering, scent kink (if you tilt your head and squint), spanking, unprotected p in a, biting, creampie, hair grabbing (no physical description of hair type/hair length), joel’s body pressing up against you (trapping you in a sense), pet names (baby, angel, son), joel has an exhibition kink, no use of m/n or y/n

my brain was rotting after @toxicanonymity answered this anon and i just had to write this.

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You didn’t expect a quick visit to Sarah’s college would end up with you and her father, Joel, becoming stuck in a dark elevator — emergency lights gleaming down on the both of you.

It was supposed to be a quick and easy visit; you and Sarah would converse with each other — Joel joining in on occasion, talking about classes, the friends she’d made, and overall her experience at college. As you both were leaving, you could tell Joel’s knees were bothering him, so you decided to grab the elevator that brought you both to the ground floor, but you never expected the elevator to stop midway down.

Were you frightened? Yes. But Joel banging on the door wasn't banging on the door wasn't making your nerves calm down any faster. You hugged your arms around you as a way of comfort as you just heard Joel’s yells and cries being — practically ignored as his hands banged against the metal surface.

You’d hit the emergency button, but no answer on the other side came through. You were nervous; you’d never been in a situation where you had been stuck in such a confined space, especially with someone’s powerful voice like Joel’s.

“Hey! Can anybody hear me? We‘re trapped in this fuckin’ thing!” Joel yelled.

“Joel?” You called out. Joel ignored you and continued banging on the metal doors. “Hello,” Joel exclaimed, banging his fist on the door. “Joel?” You tried again.

“I swear to fuckin’ Christ, I’ll rip these fuckin’ doors apart—” You got off the rail you were leaning on and walked to Joel’s position behind him, quickly whipping him around for him to stare at you. “Joel!”

“What?” Joel quickly snapped, causing you to jump back, being spooked by how powerful his voice was. “Shit, sorry, son.” Joel reassured you. “I just want to get out of here.”

“We will; we just gotta be patient,” You nodded. “Do you get claustrophobic in small spaces?”

Joel turned around, placing his hands on the metal doors sprawled out, breathing strenuously — as if he were going to pass out. You noticed the veins bulging from his head and neck; you were worried about how stressed he looked; his veins might burst.

“No, nothin’ like that, son.”

Well, now you were confused. You were confused about why Joel was currently so mysterious and different from when you both drove here and when you were in Sarah’s dorm room earlier.

“Then what's the problem? Because it looks like you’re about to burst another minute that you’re in here.”

Joel didn't know what to tell you; his cock was itching against the denim of his jeans, and he couldn't face the person who made him feel this way. When you first rushed in the truck, smiling all gleefully — bouncing in his passenger seat, Joel’s cock was getting hard, and he couldn't understand why.

Hearing you sing along to some of the songs you knew either in your head or when the radio played, Joel wanted to pull over and fuck you so he could hear the moans that would escape your lips.

He wanted to hear you scream his name with his cock sliding in deeper with each push and thrust, wanting to make you cum from his cock. And the fact now that Joel can't escape the elevator that he so badly wants to, he’s trapped with the one person he desperately wants to get away from.

Joel knew that it would fuck everything up if Sarah found out that he fucked her best friend, and Joel never wanted to be selfish, but Joel yearned to touch you, make himself feel good, and hear what he so desperately craved.

You swore the elevator got darker as Joel slowly turned around, like a villain in a movie revealing himself. It was like a switch had gone off in Joel as he stepped closer to you while you stepped back as a pure reflex; with each step Joel took, you stepped back. Your back felt the cold rail you were leaning on moments prior.

Joel’s hands were on each side of your head — preventing you from escaping the trap he’d put you in. Your breathing shuddered, and it showed as Joel slid his hands down from the wall to your bottom lip and traced his thumb over your skin, making your body feel clammy.

After your breathing had returned to normal, Joel brought his hand up on the wall and moved his head next to yours, making you feel nervous and uneasy. You’ve never felt this way about Joel before.

You’ve known him for a while, and it was always a good time to be around him; he never made you feel like you couldn't talk to him about anything you couldn’t talk to your parents about. So, seeing Joel’s behavior drift suddenly made you feel small and easy to destroy.

You felt Joel’s warm breath against the cartilage of your ear; you tightened your knuckles in a fist, trying to calm yourself down. “You, son. You’re the problem.”

Your best friend’s dad’s statement had caught you off guard. “W-what?”

“You’re too fuckin’ perfect; smell fuckin’ amazing,” Joel growls in your ear. He moves his head towards your neck and takes a long and drastic inhale, making goosebumps litter the back of your neck and spine.

“J-Joel, what — why are you saying these things?”

“My cock is so fuckin’ hard, baby. And your talking is making my cock hurt even more.”

You wanted to keep talking; you were beyond perplexed at the situation. You had no idea what to do; the man whom you once felt comfortable made the situation you both were currently in a thousand times worse.

His hand slid from the wall onto your waist — making your skin shudder. “J-Joel, I- I don’t -”

“Please baby, lemme fuck you; I-I promise nothin’’ll change. My cock is just desperate for you, baby.”

“Joel, please think about what you’re saying.”

“I’have, c’mon baby, please?”

Joel’s hand on your waist made your skin draw cold — made you feel like you had been stuck in a block of ice. You’d finally understood now why Joel wanted to leave the elevator faster. He was holding restraint while revealing his true emotions.

You glanced up at Joel, seeing desperation underneath his eyes; you didn’t know what to say, so your mouth just opened while your brain had just shut off.

“If we do this? Nothing will change?” You question.

Joel nods. “I swear, baby. Nothin’ll change.”

You release a small puff of air you didn't realize you were holding in. “Okay, I- I’ll do it, Joel.”

Your best friend's dad wasted no time smashing his lips against yours. You were surprised by how hungry Joel’s kisses were. It surprised you that his lips could barely stay on top of yours. Your hands were not even connecting with Joel’s body; that's how surprised you were. Joel’s hand on your waist slid down to your inner knee; he hoists your knee up so it's around his waist.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. You taste amazin’,” Joel growled.

Planting your hands on Joel’s curls, you can't help but reflexively slide your hands through his curls. This felt right — kissing your best friend’s dad to help get him through what he was feeling. You didn't know what was going through Joel’s head, but you were happy to help him.

Joel’s hungry kisses trail down to your neck, and you can't help when but moan, with your moans bouncing off the metal walls of the elevator. “Fucking, shit, Joel,” You exclaim. You felt Joel’s teeth against your neck; you hissed in retaliation. “Fuck, baby. I’wanna eat ya’; you taste like heaven.”

You feel Joel’s hips grind against your throbbing cock, you feel like Joel could make you cum with him rubbing his denim-covered cock, and it made you feel a way you didn't know how to explain. “You feel how hard I am for ya, baby?”

Any clear and rational thought left your head, but your mouth couldn't say anything. “Mhm,” You nodded.

Joel’s slow grinds became rougher as you felt your body connect with the wall behind you. Moaning and gasps escape your lips as Joel’s hips slam into your own. “C’mon, angel. Use your words.” Your mouth quickly opened, and you just spoke whatever. “Yes, Joel. I feel how hard you are.”

“There ya’ go baby,” Joel growled. You feel Joel smashing his lips against yours. Then feel your leg drop as your hands rise, ultimately feeling your wrists on each other — above your head.

Joel’s iron grip on your wrist made your legs squirm as your dick was rubbing against your pants. Each kiss, every breath you breathed, and hearing Joel’a shuddering breathes through his nose made your cock want to explode in this unexplainable way. Back his head away from yours, you open your eyes, seeing a grin on Joel’s face. “Turn around, baby.”

With your hands above your head, you turn around, now with your palms on the wall before you — Joel’s tight grip never losing strength. You feel your pants feel loose as Joel slides them down with a few tugs with one hand. Your dick throbs away from its prison, your balls shrivel up, and thighs get a cold sensation littering the lower half of your body. “Y’have the best ass I've ever seen, baby,” Joel grunts as his hand comes across your ass, causing you to yelp.

Joel’s free hand has your ass in a grip that is similar to the hold on your wrists. His thick fingers tease the bend of your ass as you feel his finger pads slide up and down, causing you to squirm. “Don’t have to squirm, baby.”

“Can’t help it, your hands are cold,” You grit.

“Than I better warm them up for you.”

In one motion, Jole hooks in fingers on the inside of your cheek, causing the back of your throat to get that rush of cold air the bottom half of your body was feeling.

Swirling his fingers around the inside of your cheek, your palms start to clam up, and you swear your palms slide a bit. Suddenly, his fingers slide out of your mouth — a line of saliva liters your cheek. Wet-saliva-covered fingers of Joel’s slide into the bend of your ass and your asshole. Gasping, you bear your teeth and squirm while Joel’s fingers swim inside you.

“Is that warm enough for ya?”

The answer couldn't form from your mouth as Joel’s fingers made you squirm under his touch. Your balance was way off as his fingers slid in deeper. You wanted Joel’s fingers out of you so you could take a breath, but you knew Joel could be persistent; he wouldn't accept your request.

Bearing your teeth even harder, they could pop out of your mouth; you felt your eyelids stapled shut as you thought about the ache in your eyelids. You heard a slight squelch sound from your ass; as you felt that release from your ass, you took a quick drag of air into your lungs as you began to collect your thoughts.

A hard smack across your ass causes you to yelp through your born teeth; your clothed-covered stomach and cock suddenly collide with the wall in front of you — Feeling Joel’s body pressed behind you. His breath against your ear — growling against your ear.

“S’fuckin’ squirmin’ so much, this is me asking nicely, by the way.”

“Sorry,” You apologized.

“Don’t have to apologize, baby. But, you’re makin’ this more difficult than it needs to be.”

You feel your body having a massive weight off your back and being unpressed from the wall. You inhaled another quick breath before Joel could slide his fingers inside you again. You were inhaling a breath through your teeth — but keeping your feet still the best you can.

Strangely, you felt your feet rise as if Joel was lifting you to make you stand on the tips of your toes. You place your head on the wall before you as it feels like a colossal weight is balancing on your neck. “Fu-aah-ck, Joel. You’re so deep,” You whimper.

“I fuckin’ love it when you whimper, baby; makes my cock even harder.”

You felt Joel slide another finger into you — pushing deeper, causing you to groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. His fingers slid back and forth faster, and you wanted to squirm, but you stood still, the back of your throat on the verge of revealing a squeal. Your cock rubbed up against the wall before you and made you want to cum right then and there, but you do your best to hold your moans in the best you can.

“Are you ready for my cock now, baby?”

To be honest, you weren't — at all. You didn't even know why you agreed with what Joel was pleading with you previously. Your hands were still above your head, your forearms were getting sore, and all you wanted to do was get out of this elevator much faster. So, you complied with Joel’s question. “Y-yes,” You nodded.

The grip Joel had on your wrists had been released, but immediately, you placed them on the wall by your sides — planted on the wall. You didn't turn around to notice Joel sliding his jeans off his waist

Joel’s spit lands on the head of his cock, and his hand smooths it down his shaft seconds before he powers into you with a deep, gravelly groan — sounding like a lion. A silent gasp escapes your lips, and you bear your teeth, snapping your eyes shut.

Your nails dig into the metal before you as Joel’s hands are planted on your waist — nails digging into your skin. Joel’s thrusts start slow, giving you a chance to breathe and grasp the situation you’re in.

The tiny elevator you were in made you realize the predicament: you were getting fucked by your best friend's dad. How you felt couldn't be explained, only observed, but you didn't want anyone to see you right now.

Knocks coming from behind you, causing you to strain your neck as you locate the noise — Joel’s neck following suit.

“Hey, is everything alright in there?” You heard it muffled behind the sliding door.

“Yeah. We fine,” Joel shouts. Grunts follow suit as his hips collide with you, causing a muffled groan through your teeth.

“Are you both alright?”

“M’ fine; they seem under the weather,” Joel grunts. 

You roll your eyes at Joel’s statement, turning your head back towards the wall.

“Okay, stay calm and keep away from the doors; we’re gonna get the door open as quick as we can.”

“Take your time,” Joel announces.

One of Joel’s hands plants flat on your hair, and you feel a tight grip on your hair as you bend your neck back. A light gasp leaves your lips as Joel’s hips rock faster into you.

“I wish I could spend my time on you, angel, but we really need to hurry this up.”

Joel’s once leisurely pace began to speed up, causing you to force your hands to ball into a fist — your nails piercing your palms. The claps that vibrated throughout the small space you and Joel were in made the sounds seem deafening.

The decorum that Joel had left him entirely when he finally achieved what he yearned for for so long.

He acquired treasure that he had been obsessing over for so long that it was driving him insane.

Bearing his teeth, you hear Joel’s grunts in your ear — causing your cock to twitch. With Joel’s free hand, he brings it up and slams his hand down on your ass cheek. You have to groan as silently as you can because the people working on the door didn’t hear the two of you.

“The only thing between us and them are doors that can open up at any given moment.”

“They would see my handprint on that sweet ass of yours, the marks on your neck given by me, God. I could cum in that tight little ass thinkin’ about it.”

“J-Joel. You’re hitting so deep.”

“Y’feel my cock stretch you out, baby?”

You don't answer; your mind keeps drawing blanks, causing you to moan with each thrust Joel’s hips made contact with your ass.

Each thrust made you feel like Joel was stretching you out inch by inch; the pain felt a mix of unbearable and pleasurable, but all you knew was that you wanted to leave this situation as soon as you could.

Joel’s cock twitched inside you, but you didn't notice it, but you felt his thrusts become faster, rougher — almost animal-like.

“I’m cummin’ soon, baby. I’m creamin’ that tight ass soon.”

With a tug on your hair, you feel Joel’s breath against your ear. “Hopefully, I can get you pregnant by the time those doors open.”

Joel's hold on your hair had finally released and held onto your waist. His nails feel embedded into your skin as you moan as quietly as you can, with each thrust connecting with you.

“Y’see how hard ya make me baby? Can't believe your ass is mine,” Joel growled

Your clammy palms connect with the metal wall as you feel the shaft of your cock start to pulsate.

“Fuck, baby. I’m about to cum,” Joel’s teeth are about to shatter as his hands go on the wall before you to keep his balance.

His mouth is next to your neck, causing chills to trail down your spine as you feel like you're about to cum. Whimpers leave your mouth as you turn your neck to look towards Joel.

His lips collide with yours as his thrusts slow down — becoming more passionate, remembering the man you knew.

As your lips leave each other, a line of saliva leaves both of your mouths. You force your head to look at the wall, and Joel plants a hand on your back, and his pace quickens again.

“Fuck! I’m cumming,” Joel exclaimed as quietly as he could.

With a few pushes of his hips and one final one, you bite your lip and moan against your teeth, and lip as strings of cum land on the wall, and Joel’s cum shoots inside you.

You can feel how warm his cum inside you, making your stomach feel like mush inside.

Turning your neck, you hear Joel’s breaths and feel them against your neck. You notice his curls attached to his sweaty forehead, your mushy feeling stomach just became sludge in your stomach as you swallowed your bile down.

“Thank you so much, baby,” Joel breathed.

“I-It’s okay.”

Joel places his lips softly against your neck. And you force yourself to act like everything is fine.

Joel backed up from you, his now soft cock exiting you, cum threatening to spill out from inside you. You quickly picked up your pants and acted like everything was fine.

Your eyes reflexively watched Joel as he picked up his pants and buckled his pants and belt. He catches you staring at him and smirks.

“Ya already want to go round two wit me already, son?”

You don't answer. You roll your eyes, cross your arms, and turn your body away from Joel.

The idea of trying to stomach what just went on was a broken CD in your head. Nothing was making sense of how you were supposed to feel. All that you know was that you felt like throwing up.

You heard the elevator doors creak a bit, causing Joel to turn around.

“We’re getting the doors open; steer clear,” You heard the voice from before.

The elevator doors opened with a sharp creak as you saw two pairs of hands force the door open. You settled your nerves, but your stomach still felt like sludge — making you want to throw up.

“Are you guys alright?”

“Ye-” Joel started.

“Yes, we’re fine,” You interrupted.

“Can we get out now? Please?”

“A-almost, just need to make sure you boys aren't hurt.”

“No cuts or anythin’ like that, sir. The boy is just a little flustered, is all,” Joel acknowledged, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, causing your body to shudder.

“Well, then. If everything is fine, don’t see any reason to keep you boys waiting-”

You speed walked out of the elevator — practically running from Joel’s grasp on your shoulders. You just wanted to go home, curl under your sheets, and pretend you didn't exist.

The feeling that nothing would be back to the ordinary — despite Joel’s words moments ago came back when you reached the college campus doors you were begging to see. Pushing the doors of their hinges.

You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets before scrambling to reach Joel’s truck and enter the passenger side.

Your exhales fog up the passenger-side window as you feel as if you ran fifty miles to get away from Joel. The point of running was pointless because Joel was your ride home, but you wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

You noticed Joel’s broad figure stalking toward the truck — like a serial killer approaching their victim. The occasional glancing at the windshield made you regret your decision to steal glances at the parking lot.

You were forcing yourself to turn your body towards the door to avoid any glance from Joel or any form of communication. Your ears pick up Joel’s door opening, him grunting to get in, and the door closing.

“You alright, son?”

You nod with your head against the window.

“Look at me,” Joel stated.

Your head didn't budge from the window; you knew there would be a spot where your forehead lay.

“Look at me,” Joel’s statement sounded more like a command from how deep his voice went.

Reluctantly, you turn your neck and stare at your best friend’s dad. “Are you sure, ya alright?”

“Just like you said, just a little under the weather.”

“It’ isn't because of us, right?” Joel’s southern drawl hung on the last word of his question.

“I don't think so, maybe?” You shrug.

“Son-”

“Maybe it is, I don't know. I’ve never had sex before, so I don't know.”

In Joel’s head, his face read the realization of why you had been so closed off. He used his daughter’s best friend for his personal gain without actually thinking about how you would feel after the fact. But in reality, Joel seemed fine with the news that you haven't had sex before; he felt like he owned you, once and for all — something he always wanted.

“I’just hope you don't tell Sarah about any of this.”

You wanted to throw up; bile was threatening to crawl up your throat. You told Joel a big part of you, and all he had to say was that you wouldn’t say anything to Sarah.

“Can you just take me home, please?”

Joel said nothing; he just started his truck and drove out of the dorm parking lot.

—

After what felt like an eternity of driving in silence with Joel, he stopped the truck in front of your house; you felt comfort once again as you saw the front door of your home.

You were blinking a few times before looking at Joel and nodding before you attempted to grab the handle and open the door. Joel made you turn around — grabbing you by the neck and forcing your lips to crash against his in a hungry and less passionate kiss.

It was what felt like Joel would deem absolutely necessary.

Backing your heads away from each other, you see darkness in Joel’s eyes as you see your reflection; the man you once knew was gone, and that was terrifying.

“Thanks, Joel,” Was all you said as you walked out of his truck.

Walking towards your door, you don't hear Joel’s engine drive off into the night; it was still — you knew Joel was watching you — waiting for you to get inside your house.

Quickly slithering inside your house, you lean on the front door as you hear Joel’s truck drive off down the street. You opened the door and saw his vehicle was gone; a sigh of relief escaped your lips, and then you felt bile rise to your throat again, and you were leaning your stomach over the railing of your stairs, spilling the contents of your stomach onto the dirt below.

A coughing fit ensured you knew would wake a neighbor or your parents away but you didn't care, you just wanted your stomach to feel clean of any feelings of disgust.

“Dang it,” You breathed, standing up and wiping your mouth with your jacket sleeve.

“I opened up a giant can of worms. Gosh, I’m not ready for this.”

[extra-gray]

— DRUNK

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI!!

PAIRING: Choi Jongho x FtM/Afab Reader

WARNINGS: Anatomical terms like (pussy, clit), dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, pussy eating, creampie, cum eating (tell me if I missed anything)

WORD COUNT: 4k+ words

SYNOPSIS: One night, while drunk with Jongho and the rest of Ateez, you accidentally admit that you want Jongho to fuck you. How will he react?

A/N: Please excuse any mistakes! Feel free to give me any suggestions/prompts via my ask box <3

That following morning, you wake up with your head pounding. And then you start to notice how stiff your body feels. When you finally open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your bed. Matter of fact, you’re not even home.

You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s dorm— where everyone gathered last night to drink until they passed out. It slowly came back to you, but you were more focused on the fact that you had been passed out on the floor. Inches away from the couch.

Once you calm yourself down, you notice the jacket on your lap that you had been covered with. When you pick it up to inspect it, you realize it belonged to Jongho. It was the jacket he wore last night. You can’t help your fluttering heart, thinking about him being just as drunk as you but still going out of his way to be a gentleman.

But the sweet moment only lasted a second more before you heard a groan from the hallway. You tried your best to stand, Jongho’s jacket still in your arms as you stumbled trying to catch your balance.

Looking around the house, you cringed. It was a mess. And all the members of Ateez were also passed out in random places. Except Jongho, who was the one groaning in the hallway.

He clearly just came out of his room, probably struggling to stay upright. At least he got to his bed.

And then there were images of last night hitting you like a truck and flooding your mind all at once. When you met Jongho’s eyes from across the room, you froze.

“Jongho…” you say from where you sat on the couch next to him, both of you drunk and singing along to whatever songs were on. All the other members were playing in the kitchen.

You couldn’t even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.

He turns his head towards you, and you’re barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingi’s loud voice, “Guys! Come play this next round with us!”

Before you could even think to speak, both Mingi and Yunho were pulling you guys to the kitchen. You almost immediately forgot about your confession since you were so drunk, and it seemed as if Jongho did too.

You shake your head, not wanting to remember anymore. You slap your hands over your face and rub your eyes, “Jesus Christ…”

“Headache?”

You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking so casually to you like this.

Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldn’t see you had it, and nod, “U-uh… yeah.”

He hums and makes his way to the kitchen, with you slowly following. You lean against the counter and watch him pour a glass of water. He hands it to you.

With his arm outstretched, he looks at you with unwavering eyes. You silently confirm it in your head. There’s no way he remembers. He wouldn’t be that calm.

So you smile sweetly as always, taking it from him and trying to ignore the way your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers brushed together, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You look into the living room and look at the members’ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.

Jongho started brewing coffee, “Do you want me to make you some?” He asked with his back turned to you, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even handle being alone with him right now. Well, as alone as you could be with an apartment full of unconscious men on the floor.

Coffee sounded amazing, but you needed to get out of here. You begin to quickly drink the rest of your water, a feeling of unbearable anxiousness in your chest.

When you finish, you place the glass down and go to the cabinet to grab a trash bag, “I’m gonna clean up and then go home, alright? I’ll get coffee on my way back.”

Reaching up to open the cabinet, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. It startled you, and your body went hot. You turn your head to see Jongho inches away from you, and you lock eyes again. You wanted to die. You couldn’t help the dark blush that spread across your face.

“I’ll make them clean up after themselves. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go home. I’ll walk you to your car.”

His hand drops from your back. You shiver.

“A-are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

So you both put on your shoes and walk out the door. He gets the elevator for you, and it was dead silent. Even the walk through the parking lot. At times like these, you wished Jongho wasn’t a gentleman.

You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, “Um… thanks. Thank you,” you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.

“Did you mean it?”

Your hand stays firm on the handle, your stomach suddenly in knots. You honestly feel dizzy, blood running cold as you hoped and prayed he didn’t mean what you think he meant.

“Mean wh-what?” You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldn’t face him.

“What you said to me last night.”

You can’t breathe.

His tone isn’t angry, but it’s firm. You can tell he’s serious. When you’re quiet for a bit too long, Jongho’s hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.

“I know you remember.”

You jump at the sudden movement, and then your body stiffens. You clench your jaw to hold in the gasp that almost threatened to come out, breathing heavy and unsteady. You could hear your heart in your ears.

You can feel him leaning in closer then, his breath ghosting your neck. He’s looking at you through the reflection on the window, and you’re looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Did you mean it…” he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, “When you said you wanted me to fuck you?”

The atmosphere was suffocating. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if your silence confirmed it, because he hummed and stepped away.

“Don’t worry,” his tone was casual now as he turned to leave, “I want you too.”

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“You’ve been a lot clingier with Jongho lately,” San says before he shoves a bite of food in his mouth. Next to him was Wooyoung, both sitting side by side across from you and Jongho in the booth of the restaurant they brought you to.

“He has!” Wooyoung perked up, as if he’d been thinking it at the moment as well.

You and Jongho were sitting a bit too close, him silent as his hand groped at your bare thigh under the table. You were trying your best to keep it together, joining in the conversation every once in a while or laughing to make everything seem normal.

When in reality, you were fucking soaked. The feeling of Jongho’s strong hand on your thigh made it extremely hard to focus. Why now, and here out of all places, has he decided to make a move?

It’s been over a week, nearly two, since the incident. And not once has Jongho acted any different, or made any sort of move. You had been restless, waiting for a sign. But you started to lose hope, and your insecurities took over.

You even questioned your sanity at one point. Did Jongho actually confess? Did you hear him wrong? Maybe he changed his mind.

It was torture, pretending everything was normal around him and everyone else. He never even gave you a lingering glance. So why now?

“H-have I?” You stuttered, laughing a bit too nervously as you fumbled with your chopsticks to take way too big of a bite so you wouldn’t have to talk.

You glanced over at Jongho, who had no expression on his face. As usual. And then his hand snaked further up your thigh, pushing up your shorts. You nearly choke.

Wooyoung narrowed his gaze, “And how come he lets you hang all over him? I thought you hated skinship!”

Jongho raised his head at that, now looking at the two.

“Why don’t you hit or push him away like you do us?” San added.

He blinked a few times, all while his hand was grabbing at your inner thigh. He made you spread your legs, pulling one close to him so your thighs were touching. You actually choke this time.

“Hey, you okay? Do you need the heimlich?” San asked like a worried mother, and Wooyoung pushed your drink towards you as you coughed violently, beating on your chest.

Jongho removed his hand from your thigh and started patting and rubbing your back, grabbing your drink for you and holding it as you sucked on the straw.

After you slightly recovered, you take the drink from Jongho, “Ah… thank you—“

Then suddenly, his thumbs are brushing against your cheeks to wipe your tears. When he looks into your eyes, his movements halt, and your chest feels hollow.

You felt something deep inside, entranced by his beautiful eyes. But the moment only lasted a second before he cleared his throat and looked away— burying his face in his food.

San and Wooyoung just watched in silence, with Wooyoung biting back a big shit eating grin.

The rest of the night was fine. Jongho didn’t touch you again, and he barely spoke to you… but it was fine. You were riding in the backseat with him, San driving and Wooyoung in the passenger seat. They were having their own conversation, and you just stared out the window.

You honestly felt depressed, and it would’ve been clear if the car wasn’t so dark. The only indication anyone had was your silence, which wasn’t exactly out of character for you. But you didn’t care right now.

It was upsetting, being teased, thinking you might finally get what you’ve been wanting, only to be ignored. You were frustrated, and tired.

And then, you felt Jongho lean in.

He brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, his voice low and silky smooth, “When we get back, I want you in my bed immediately. Undressed.”

Your body ignited almost instantly, throbbing with the most intense desire you’ve ever felt. It was debilitating in the moment, making your head spin with the thoughts you’ve been trying to push down forever.

And then San pulled up to the dorm building, where Jongho, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong stayed. San was sleeping over, just like you were, so you all headed up to the apartment in mostly silence.

“Hongjoong won’t be home tonight, so he said you can sleep in his room,” Wooyoung said as he unlocked the front door, “We’re gonna hang out in the living room if you guys wanna join.”

You glanced over at Jongho and then back to the other boys, “Uh… I’m actually quite tired. And Hongjoong’s bed is comfy, so I’ll just go to sleep now,” you smile softly, “But I’ll make it up to you guys by cooking breakfast in the morning.”

You say your goodnights, and Jongho distracts them while you slip away to his room.

Being in Choi Jongho’s room made your heart flutter. He’d never let you in before. It smelled like him, and your body started getting hot. Skin prickling while you looked around.

Hesitantly, you began undressing. Removing one article of clothing at a time, slowly as your hands shook. You felt so insecure in the moment, wondering if Jongho would really like what he saw.

Once fully naked, with a slight chill to your skin despite being on fire with lust, you climb into his bed. Leaning your back against the headboard. Filled with the smell of him, you grip at the sheets. Just being naked in his bed made you unbelievably horny.

You could feel yourself dripping in anticipation. Your chest was heaving. One of your hands rested on your lower stomach, and you could hear the sound of laughter in the other room.

It was hard, your clit. Throbbing, even. Your legs spread, and your hand inched lower and lower. Until your fingers come in contact with your stiff length.

You moaned, “Jongho…” and let your fingers trail even lower to tease your dripping hole. You kept your eyes closed, whimpering while you imagined Jongho’s touch. And then they slipped inside, reaching as far as possible.

You were so wet, you could feel it dripping down to your ass. And you weren’t even worried about making a mess right now, pumping your fingers in and out your pussy. Filling the silent room with lewd noises.

“Fuck,” you whined, “J-Jong—“ you fucked yourself harder, curling your fingers and ramming into your g spot with a desperation that you’ve never felt before.

And then, the door clicked open. You almost didn’t hear, until it loudly closed.

You jumped, startled, and pulled your fingers out immediately. You close your legs and wrap your arms around your chest, snapping your neck towards the doorway. It was Jongho.

Your face flushed a deep red, and you opened your mouth to speak, before he interrupted you.

“Were you touching yourself?” He spoke, his soft voice ringing in your ears. But there was an obvious hint of dominance behind it. He locked the door, and let his jacket slide off his body and to the floor.

Your throat suddenly went dry, “I—“ you swallowed as you watched him undo his belt slowly.

“You want me that bad?” He sounded condescending, his eyebrows raising. Your eyes dart to the belt that thunked on the floor, and quickly back at him.

He smirked, walking closer, “What’s the matter, baby?”

Baby. Hearing that from him made you weak. Your body trembled, and your insides ached.

He climbed onto the bed, “Have you changed your mind?” Getting real close until his body hovered over yours.

You didn’t hesitate even a second to shake your head, chest heaving as your blood pumped violently in your veins, “N-no.”

“Then…” he grabbed onto your knees and pushed your legs apart forcefully, “Show me how you were touching yourself.”

When he forced your legs open, you couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped your throat. Desperate and whiny. Filled with pure lust. His strength made you gush with even more arousal.

He looked down, and you saw his eyes sparkle. One of his eyebrows twitched. He exhaled heavily, “God… you’re this wet for me?”

He licked his lips while your hand trailed down the front of your body to rest on your pelvis, “I can’t help it…” you spread your folds for him, your clit throbbing, “I need you so bad.”

You can see him clench his jaw, and his hands slide down to grip at your soft thighs, “You’re fucking soaked baby…” he pressed against you, making you feel his clothed erection. You were taken over by an intense heat, and you began touching yourself like he asked.

He smiled and lifted his shirt up over his head, pulling it off and exposing his soft, naked torso. You were almost drooling, fingers slipping inside your hole once again. He was so hot, and so close. You couldn’t take it.

“Kiss me. Please.”

He obliged, smirking before allowing your lips to meet. You moaned as soon as they did, melting into the softness of his. Your free hand going to touch his chest, while the other pumped faster.

The kiss was quick, sweet, and electrifying. You begin to whine in protest when he parts, almost opening your eyes, but Jongho drinks your voice as he kisses you again.

This time, slipping his tongue into your mouth. All the while, his hands were roaming your naked body. Feeling every inch, groping everything he could. You were so close, his clothed cock pressed against your soaking pussy, and the rough material against such a sensitive place made you even hornier.

You moan into the kiss, falling apart at the seams while you tasted him. You felt hollow, almost like you were floating. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, and you realize how long you’ve wanted this. How long you’ve needed this. You take out your fingers and start moving your hips against his, soaking through his jeans as you rubbed against him.

You deepen the kiss then, tilting your head ever so slightly to taste more. You can hear and feel his breath getting quicker by the second, his hands getting needier. Scratching lightly down your ribs, gripping at your hips, and coming back up to graze over your nipples.

And eventually, he was moving too. Your hips were in sync, parting your lips to take in air for only half seconds. You sucked on each other’s tongues, bit each other’s lips, moaned in each other’s mouths. It was pure bliss.

Your hands go to his shoulders, squeezing the muscles, and then he finally breaks the kiss. Your eyes open, your vision hazy, but you’re focused on the beautiful man above you. He’s panting. His lips still parted, eyes hooded and staring.

Still out of breath, he places hot wet kisses down your neck, snaking his arm under you when you arch your back.

“Fuck,” you roll your hips more, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive areas of skin, and stops by your ear, “Undo my jeans.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you absolutely didn’t want to hesitate. He reattaches to your neck, eventually going for your throat to bite harder and leave darker marks.

Your shaky hands slide down the front of his body to his jeans, and you fumble with the button until you get it. And then you pull down the zipper.

You take a moment to feel everything. Jongho’s soft lips exploring your body, his nails digging into your waist, the waves of pleasure every time your chests touch. His scent is so thick, so strong. Nearly suffocating, in the most addictive way. And then you set him free.

His pants and boxers are pulled down to his thighs, and he hums in your ear. His actions pause as he maneuvers them all the way off, and you finally look at his fully naked body once he sits back on his knees.

“Jesus christ—“ you almost choke. His thick thighs looked even better uncovered, and my god his cock.

It was hard and pulsing, his flushed tip peeking out of his foreskin. He was above average in length, thick, and his balls were big and full.

He reached down to cup his balls and squeeze, “Is this what you want?”

You have never seen this side of Jongho before. The confidence was oozing off of him, and rightfully so. You spread your legs impossibly wider, your hard clit throbbing just like his dick.

“Please.”

Your voice was hoarse. You couldn’t stand another second without his cock. So he grabs you by the waist and pulls you down the bed, until your soaking pussy comes in contact with his length. His warmth radiated through your core, and hold onto his biceps.

“So fucking wet…” he sighs, grabbing his cock and rubbing against your clit. Poking your hole and then sliding through your folds again.

“Shit,” you swallow hard, “Please fuck me, Jongho. Please. I need you so fucking bad.”

He looks you in the eyes and wastes no time sliding his dick in, not even giving you a minute to adjust to the size. He seems to smirk at your expression, one mixed with pleasure and pain.

You gasp, arching your back as your eyes close. He hits your cervix, and you can feel his warm balls against your ass. Your nails claw into his biceps.

“Look at you…” he cooed, his right hand running down your body as the left grabbed your thigh and pushed your leg up, “That pussy opened up so good for me.”

His words made you throb around him, and you could hear his breath shake slightly. His self control was amazing… but there was no doubt he was just as pent up and horny. Just feeling how stiff he was inside you was proof enough.

You open your eyes, and you reach out to pull him in so you could kiss along his jaw. He moans, and you feel him pull out halfway— dragging along your walls. And then he slams back in, making you cry out a bit louder than you should have.

“J-Jongho!” You bury your face in his neck, whining into his soft skin as he continues to ram right into you with deep strokes. Ones that nearly take your breath away each time.

“You’re doing so good,” he says lowly as he looked down to watch the way your pussy swallowed him, “Just keep taking it like that, babyboy.”

“Oh my god—“ you gasp and cling to him tight, feeling your body start to tingle as the sound of him fucking you filled the room, “Fuck! Fuck me!”

You don’t even think about San and Wooyoung in the other room, how there’s no way they can’t hear you right now. Because Jongho’s dick felt way too good… and his moans were becoming more frequent. And they were right in your ear.

You could hear his labored breathing, his groans, his gasps. And then he sits up, manhandling you and pushing your knees up to your chest. The way he effortlessly maneuvers you has you even more breathless than before. He pulled his dick out of your tight hole, and he bends down until his mouth is on your pussy.

As pathetically easy as it was, you felt yourself getting close just from feeling his tongue press flat against your slit. You grip the sheets, “H-holy— Wait!” Your abdomen tightens and your thighs begin to shake even harder, “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum Jongho!”

He huffs out a laugh against your pussy, and takes your clit into his mouth. Your hole is clenching desperately around nothing, and you swear you’re about to faint. His tongue swirls around the tip, and you’re done for.

“Cumming,” you hiss through your teeth, “Goddammit, I’m cumming!”

You cum harder than you ever have before right then, watching him suck you off. You scream his name along with a string of curses, seeing literal stars, and your eyes close on their own. Still not even down from your high, your chest heaving, you’re suddenly full again.

In the same piledriver position he’s so effortlessly keeping you trapped in, he’s forcing his cock back into your clenching hole. And he wastes no time at all fucking you deep.

You’re a whimpering mess, writhing under him as your hands outstretched to grope his chest and stomach.

“Fuck baby—“ he moans, pounding you senseless, “Pussy feels so fucking good.”

His noises were getting louder and more frequent, and it was like music to your ears. Each noise made your stomach twist and turn, and the world around you melted away as you begged for more.

“Keep going,” you gasp, “Don’t stop! You’re so deep… Fuck!”

You’re driving him crazy, and he’s gripping your thighs so hard that it’s sure to leave bruises.

And then you feel his strong hands flip you over. You let out a huff as your chest hit the mattress, stunned by the sudden change in position. He’s rubbing and squeezing your ass, admiring it.

“God you’re so sexy,” he spanks you, and you moan into the pillow as you grip the sheets. You can feel the tip of his cock poke your entrance again. You arch your back for him.

He shoves himself back into your soaking wet pussy, letting his pure primal need take over as he destroys you. One hand on your back, the other spreading your ass.

“Shit, I’m getting close—“ he nearly whines, throwing his head back as you start moving in time to match his thrusts.

Your body is numb and tingly, and your stomach filled with a deep pleasure that signaled you were about to cum too. Again.

Jongho is fucking you straight into the mattress, having no mercy on your pussy. He’s showcasing his strength, using you exactly the way he wants to. And it made you weak.

You couldn’t even speak, and then you were sucking him in with your orgasm. Your slutty cries were muffled by the pillow as your hole throbbed around his thick cock, feeling it wreck your entire being.

And then his thrusts lost their rhythm, “Ohh shit…” he chokes, “Just like that, baby, fuck. Cum on my cock!”

“C-cum inside me—“ you struggle through the overstimulation, “Ple-please… Please give me your cum.”

Your desperate voice echoes in the room, and he’s suddenly releasing deep inside of you with hard thrusts. His moans are guttural as he milks his cock with your pussy, ramming straight into your cervix each time.

He’s muttering your name, his voice is even breaking, “Shit! Ah— Fuck! Take my cum baby—“

His hot seed paints the inside of your walls, and all you can do is whimper into the pillow. You’re trembling and breathless, and he thrusts a few more tired, shallow times before slowly pulling out and gently lowering your ass back down.

You let out a deep breath as your body relaxes against the mattress, laid out and used before him. And you can feel his hands gently rubbing down your back. He’s still breathing hard, clearly trying to come down too.

“Jesus,” You sigh, feeling his cum start to drip out. He’s spreading your asscheeks and watching it ooze down to your clit. You’re still throbbing, but then you feel his warm mouth on your hole.

“Ah!” You gasp and your eyes roll back, having unexpected him to do something like that. He’s licking and sucking his own cum out of you, and from the sound of it— he’s enjoying every second. It’s so sensitive it almost hurts, but he’s gentle. Caressing your thighs to help soothe you.

“Relax baby…” he whispers, “Lemme clean up your mess.”

His tongue dips in and out of you, his soft lips kissing your clit on occasion. It feels so fucking good, you’re long gone.

When he’s done, he kisses your pussy a few more times, and gently helps you roll onto your back. You’re almost embarrassed to look him in the eye, but he catches you immediately in a passionate kiss.

You taste his cum and your pussy on his tongue, and you wrap your arms and legs around him tight. You kiss him with the rest of the energy you had left, whining and clinging to him as you savored the moment.

And then he breaks the kiss, his hand going to cup your cheek. Your faces are still inches apart, the eye contact almost freezing time. He looks beautiful. Exhausted, red faced, and glistening. So perfect.

Your hands are rested on his neck, thumb caressing his adams apple softly while your breaths mingled. The moment felt intimate, and even more so when he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Do you regret it?” He asks, breathless with a hint of shyness in his voice.

You take advantage of the moment and flip your positions— pinning him down against the bed while you straddle his waist. There’s a smirk on your face as you lay your head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and relaxing on top of him.

“The only thing I regret is not asking you to fuck me sooner.”

Tag(s): @yourfatherlucifer

[aekatty]

𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢....

if the sun refused to shine…baby, would i still be ur lover?

a/n: my first angst, no judgement pls >.<

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: angst, troubled love, established relationship, mentions of past intimacy (sexual & emotional), slight cursing

tags ✮⋆˙ oneshot, angst, distantlover!zoro x y/n, gn!reader, falling out of love trope,

now playing: intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

“Do you love me?”

“What?”

“Do you love me like I love you?”

He couldn’t lie when he felt surprised hearing those words out of your mouth, “Yea, why?”

You sighed, “I’ve been thinking…we’ve been distant recently and it’s making me question our relationship.” You sat next to him as you laid back on the cushioned seat. The somber blue tint illuminating on both your faces as you guys sat alone in the aquarium room. It’s quiet.

He went silent for a minute before letting out a soft chuckle, “You’re pulling my leg, aren’t ya?”

“I’m not joking, Zoro.”

The way you said his name struck a nerve in his body. He wasn’t used to this type of confrontation, rather, he wasn’t used to feeling this type of way at all. He hated it. It was like his heart strings were tugging at him as if it purposely made him uncomfortable.

You huffed, “Five weeks…” You felt your lips quiver as you swallowed the lump in your throats. You wanted him to understand, “That’s how long it’s been since we’ve held a proper conversation, since you’ve kissed me on the lips, since you told me I love you.”

“Babe-“

“Don’t mess this up, please.”

His mouth went dry at your words. He has so many questions pooling in his head. Yet, he couldn’t find the right words to answer you. His mind went blank.

He choked on his words, “I guess I’ve just been really busy training.”

You looked up at him with saddened eyes, “Is that really it?”

Fuck. The realization hit him like a truck. He questioned his inner monologue, did he really love you? You’ve been together for a year now. It felt like forever ago when you first became a part of the crew, you automatically clicked with everyone with your bubbly personality and generosity. The first time he laid eyes on you, he couldn’t help but be drawn to your aura in a different sense. The way you walked, the way you talked, the way your eyes locked with his; It drove him nuts. You were just so alluring the swordsman couldn’t understand the feeling forming in his stomach. Was he nervous?

During those two years, his feelings only grew even more for you. Everything was all confusing. He was a swordsman for christ’s sake, he don’t have time for sappy love. Yet, you lingered in his mind like a treadmill. He wanted to pull on the emergency stop so badly, yet…he still kept running.

The day you asked him out, he couldn’t help but feel his heart explode into pieces. You were just so beautiful/handsome, he felt like he didn’t deserve you. The devil on his shoulder was practically yelling him to run away, yet his conscious was practically telling him to say yes. You both shared your first kisses that day.

“I love you.”

“and, I love you.”

The months turned into a year, you experienced everything together. Sure, there were moments were you both had alone time for yourselves. Pretty arguments turned into “make up and forgets.”

But, this time felt different.

Whenever you kissed his lips, his heart didn’t flutter like it used too. He stopped initiating sex even in times when he needed relief. It was like you just became a blur in his mind as he started feeling himself slip away from your embrace. He wanted to love you back…but he just couldn’t. Each day felt like his grasp was slipping away from you. He couldn’t. He couldn’t admit it.

“I’m tired. I’m tired of waiting, avoiding the truth, running in circles for you.”

“We’re 21, not 19 anymore…For fuck sake, Roronoa, I just want you to hear me like I hear you.” Your lips quivered as you choked back tears.

“No, [name], listen. I do love you, I just got caught up with bulking up I just unintentionally isolated myself.”

Slap

The sound of the hard contact of your hand to his face echoed before the sound of water bubbling in the tank continued.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

He rubbed the impacted area, “Heh, I guess I deserved that.”

Even in times like this, he had to still be a bit humorous…You hated it.

“The faster we talk about this, the faster we resolve this.”

He gulped, “If I tell you, you would hate me.”

“I will hate you more if you don’t tell me.

“…As you wish.”

It was taking everything for you to not tear up from anxiety.

“I feel as if our paths are just too different.”

You knew it. You fucking knew it.

“Was I not good enough for you? Was I lousy in bed? Did I do something to piss you off?” You spoke in a panicked tone as you held his hands.

He gently squeezed your hands, “No, [name]. I just…I just don’t feel anything for you….not anymore”

You felt tears fall down your cheek before wiping it. It was like the world stopped hearing those words. Deep down, you wanted to beg him to take you back…But all you could do was just lightly punching his chest as you sobbed your feelings out.

“I hate you, I hate you so much.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he sighed as you halted your light punches to his chest.

“So you don’t love me anymore…”

He gazed into your eyes with a gentle look, his voice had deepened, “Of course I love you, but just not the same way.”

You went silent as you decreased the pressure of your hands in his grasp, “You’re right…”

“We’re just on two different paths…”

You stroked his cheek with a smile, that same smile that was plastered on your face the moment you said your first I love you, the moment when you first stepped onto the Thousand Sunny’s. A smile that made him fall in love with you.

“I want to ask you...”

The room had become silent. Not even the ambience sound from the aquarium tanks could reach your ears. The sound of your heart pounding screaming in your ears as you coughed up your words.

“If the crew splits up permanently or if we move on…Hell, if we’re on the brink of death, old age or not,”

“Would I be the one on your mind?”

His eyes widened at your question. He felt as if his thoughts were running laps in his head.

He scoffed, “Of course, you were my first.”

You smiled, “Lemme ask you this again: Do you love me…like I love you?”

The knot in his stomach tightened as he contemplated his decision. No more kisses, no more dates, no more intimacy, no more i love you’s.

“Even if the sun refused to shine, I will love you forever and always.”

You wiped your wet tears and snot, “If the moon ever goes dark, I’ll love you back.”

You kissed his cheek before walking out the aquarium and headed to your cabin.

As he heard the door close, he couldn’t help but drop to his knees as tears fell onto the cold floor. For the first time, the swordsman felt vulnerable to his emotions and it was burning him deeply. He caressed the scar on his torso, before muttering curses to himself.

———

“Luffy, calm down! The food isn’t gonna run away, you know!” You snatched the plate from the hungry boy.

“Come on, [name]! It’s not my fault Sanji’s cooking is delicious!” He used his rubber powers to steal the plate from your hands and ran out the dining room with it.

You laughed at your captain’s actions when suddenly, you felt hands snake around your waist. As you turned around to see who was the culprit, you yelped as you felt soft lips touch yours.

“Ignore that idiot, my love. I’m surprised he doesn’t have diabetes yet.” He shot you a cheeky smile which caused your face to heat up.

“Sanji, I’m gonna dump you.”

“NOOOO MY SWEET [name]. I’LL GIVE YOU A THOUSAND KISSES IF THAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER,” He starts to cling onto your leg like a kid throwing a tantrum.

You laughed before kissing his cheek, “Oh don’t worry, baby, you can make it up tonight.” You wink at him jokingly.

Oh man, the mess you’re gonna have to clean up from the amount of blood he let out hearing that…

“Christ, how are ya’ll this loud at this hour,” the hungover swordsman yawned.

“It’s noon, mosshead,” sneered at him.

“Whatcha say, curly brow?!”

You facepalmed before slapping their faces to shut him up.

“This is getting old, guys,” you nodded your head in disapproval.

They both apologized before they went back to glaring at each other to which you gave up on.

———

As you finish cleaning up, you turn to face the green-haired swordsman, “Oh, and Zoro.”

He felt his heart stop for a moment before replying back to you, “Uh- yea?”

“Don’t drink too much, I don’t want you dying of alcohol suffering,” you jokingly giggled before taking the sake bottle from his hand.

He laughed before shooting you a smirk, “Trust, Il be fine.”

You smiled before the cook wrapped his arms around your shoulders, “Come, Mon Cherie, let’s get away from this evil ogre-”

“SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU CURLY BROW ASSHOLE-”

“Ooooookay this is our cue to leave,” you laugh awkwardly before pulling your blonde boyfriend out of the dining area.

Zoro felt his smile fade as he watched you look at your new boyfriend with loving eyes. The same eyes he would gaze upon when you both were still together.

He grabbed another bottle of sake from the cabinet before chugging it down like water. The thought and sight of you with another man, especially with one of his crew mates, was like getting stabbed with his own swords. Maybe those feelings didn’t go away like he said that night.

All he could do now was stare at the ceiling while swishing the alcoholic beverage in his hand. Maybe he shouldn’t have let you go like that he thought to himself.

Will I still be on your mind?

He chuckled to himself before finishing the remnants of the bottle, “Dumbass, if she’s moved on then…maybe it’s time I move on.”

Maybe there was another universe where we got married and had kids, maybe there was another time where I didn’t lose feelings for you.

Maybe there was another time where the sun did shine…

Maybe in another lifetime…

[avenging-fandoms]

I have this very specific scenario of being in a car with Pedro driving and making eye-contact from the backseat jn the mirror,,,, like that tension

Could also be with Joel and in his truck

If Pedro was asked by anyone in the world to describe you with just one word, it'd be stubborn.

And there you were, being as stubborn as always in the backseat. You were mad at him because he wouldn’t stop at Starbucks before running errands, when he was the one that woke you up early.

So now you were sitting in the backseat behind him, arms crossed as you stared at the window. "Are you really going to sit back there and pout?" Pedro turned his head towards the left to talk to you, and you just sat back. He chuckled to himself and adjusted his hips, draping his hand over the wheel.

You were really going to sit back there and pout. It was an early morning on Saturday. Saturdays are for sleeping in and getting treats. You got neither.

Pedro cursed the Gods above that he was wrapped around your finger. Pedro typed 'Starbucks' into his map and followed the blue routes. You watch as the scenery changes to not that familiar, not the same route to the grocery store.

You bit back a smile as he turned on his signal to turn into Starbucks. With your head still turned towards the window, you look at Pedro's right shoulder then up to the rear view. His eyebrows were furrowed from the sun, and his eyes shifted towards you.

You could feel your chest tighten. A knife couldn't even cut the tension. He was the first to break, as he had to abide by the law. He pulled into the drive thru and ordered his coffee and yours. He even paid.

Pedro wanted to play games too. He put your drink in the cup holder next to his. So if you wanted it, you had to get next to him. You roll your eyes and unbuckle your seatbelt as he hits a stop sign in an empty road.

You lean forward with your hand behind his head rest, grabbing your coffee and putting it in the cup holder next to you. Before Pedro could take his foot off the break, you lean forward with your right hand on his left cheek, kissing his cheek a few times.

"Thank you, Pedrito" you whisper and he smiles, turning his head to kiss you.

"I've been waiting for this" he hummed and you sat on the center console. "Now can you stop being a pain in the ass and sit next to me?! I need to put my hand on your leg and I can't concentrate without it!" He exclaimed and you laughed, climbing into the passenger's seat and reaching to grab your coffee.

Pedro took this as the perfect opportunity to slap your ass as hard as he could with his left. "Holy fu- Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker" Pedro couldn't stop laughing as you whined while sipping your coffee.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn and I won't do that" you put your coffee in the cup holder and turn your body towards the window. "Hey!" Pedro yelled and grabbed your knee, shaking it as he drove down the road. You laugh and slap his bicep as your plan to fake be mad at him was ruined.

"I will throw your coffee out the window!"

[mykneeshurt]

Rain

Soap x F!reader

For @glitterypirateduck October challenge!

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut

———

The sky was black. Thunder crashed in the sky and the horizon was lit up by lightening. Flashes of brilliant white, gold, purple. Normally thunderstorms were one of your favourite things to witness, but not today. Your piece of shit car had broken down. Again. In this shitty ass weather. On a piece of shit B road in the middle of the countryside.

Luckily there was a small verge you were able to pull into, so at least you wouldn’t get hit by a rouge tractor. But there was the small issue of how to get home, and the even bigger issue of the car. You couldn’t leave it here. Whipping out your phone you text your older brother, there was only five years between you, but you were best friends.

- Need a favour, you in work?

- Yeah in work, closing up soon. What’s up?

- Car broke down. B4520. Help!

- How long I been telling you to fix that piece of shit. Ffs. Will send a tow truck, sit tight. Prick x

- Thanks fuck face x

The rain was was so heavy you could easily see the individual droplets as they fell from the sky. Looked like the storm wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. Sighing you got comfortable in the car and scrolled on your phone.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when a knock at your window made you jump. ‘Fuck sake! You’re such a dickhead!’ You yelled, dropping your phone. Looking up you anger soon turned to embarrassment, your cheeks suddenly felt hot.

It wasn’t your brother. It was his best friend. John fucking McTavish.

Opening the car door you leapt out, ‘oh my god Johnny! I’m so sorry! Fuck!’ Your voice was flustered, cheeks still burning even in the cool rain. To your surprise he was laughing. ‘That’s alright hen. Tommy sent me instead, he got caught up with a customer.’ He pulled you into a tight hug. You’d known him years, he and your brother had been best friends since childhood. But he went off to join the SAS, he did visit every time he came home though.

The rain poured down on both of you, soaking you both through and through. You watched as he fastened the car to the truck, watching his muscles ripple, how they bulged with each movement. How the rain dripped off the top of his nose. How it soaked his mohawk and ran down his neck. How he muttered to himself, how he chewed his jaw, his lips.

Inadvertently you clenched your thighs together, a new found heat pooling in your core. You’d always found him attractive, but this was a new sensation. Something deeper, something that felt primal. ‘Seen somethin interesting?’ He asked, not even looking in your direction, still completely focused on the task at hand. ‘Hm?’

‘You’ve been starin at me for the last ten minutes. Seen somethin you like?’ He flashed his ethereal blue eyes in your direction.

‘Oh … um sorry. Long day’ you tried desperately to play it off. You’d been caught. Fuck. He finished what he was doing and walked behind you to the cab door. Opening it he gestured you inside ‘ladies first.’

The cab was dry and warm, the radio hummed in the background. He climbed into the cab and the engine roared to life. ‘I’ll take you home hen. Don’t want you to catch a cold.’ You smiled to yourself as you played with your fingers. ‘Thanks Johnny. Christ, I can’t wait to have a shower. You can have one too if you want. I got some spare clothes.’

‘Spare clothes? What your brothers? Weird.’

Giggling you smacked his arm, ‘no! My ex’s, he left a few things and I never got round to getting rid of them.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that. I thought it was all going well.’

Shrugging you leant your head against the window, ‘PAH! Nah, he was prick. Bad temper. So, I broke it off.’ He reached over and squeezed your knee, ‘I’m sorry. No one deserves to be treated like that,’ he glanced over towards you ‘especially you.’

Your cheeks were hotter than hell itself, butterflies raged in your stomach at his statement. ‘How long are you home for?’ You asked, desperate to change the conversation. ‘Few weeks’ he replied, his tone short and abrupt. Feeling the atmosphere change you decided not to reply, instead choosing to watch the countryside pass you by.

——

After a short while he pulled to a stop in front of your house, you felt a gentle push on your shoulder. Opening your eyes you hadn’t realised you’d fallen asleep. Stretching you moaned softly as you extended your limbs, a sweet burn pulling on your aching muscles.

He remained staring a head, gripping the wheel. The atmosphere felt different and you couldn’t put your finger on why. ‘Johnny?’ You asked, concern laced in your voice. Sighing he shifted in his seat, resting his arm on the head rest. ‘I meant what I said. Before.’

You chest instantly seized, breath lost in your lungs as you tried to make sense of what he was confessing. ‘What did you mean?’ You asked, averting your gaze.

‘That you didn’t deserve how your ex treated you. You deserve more than that.’

‘What are you saying?’ You desperately tried to keep your composure but it was slipping. Fast.

He placed his hand in your knee again, quickly looking away before holding your gaze again. ‘I like you. Always have.’

You felt completely speechless. You were friends. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Panicking you jumped out of the truck, back into the humid rain. Fumbling in your bag you tried desperately to find your keys. Why did you have so much shit in there!? You heard another door slam and your body froze. You didn’t want to have this conversation. Not with him.

You eventually managed to get the door open, rushing in you ran to the kitchen. Forgetting to close the door.

Bracing yourself on the sink tears fell. Panic surged through your system as you felt yourself begin to shake.

The door shut, slow heavy foot steps approached the kitchen, making a dull thud as his boots hit the wooden floor. ‘I … what’s wrong? Why’re you upset?’ Letting out a heavy breath to calm yourself you turned to face him. ‘You don’t get to say that,’ you whispered harshly. ‘You don’t get to say that when you’re shipping off again in two weeks. You don’t get to say that and then leave me! You don’t.’

You were shaking. From anger? From fear? From the wet clothes? You weren’t sure. Deep down you knew you felt the same, there was always a spark when you were together, especially since your early 20s.

‘Why? I know you feel it too.’

‘Like I said, you’re leaving. You don’t get me to make me feel like this and go!’

He approached slowly. Very slowly. Like he was approaching a wounded animal. ‘Feel like what?’

‘Like I want this’ you sighed dropping your head, ‘like I want … you.’

The tips of his boots entered your vision as he closed in on your space. A thumb grazed your jaw ‘look at me,’ he whispered. Reluctantly you lifted your head, your eyes meeting with his. The kitchen had never felt so small. Your heart ricocheted around your ribs, every muscle in your body now tight.

‘What?’ You muttered. Eyes dropping to his lips.

Instead of speaking he dropped his jaw and placed his lips on yours, softly as first. His lips were tender and gentle, you kissed him back, still stood frozen in place. Your heart drummed in your ears as you allowed yourself to sink into the kiss.

Pulling away he cupped your face smiling to himself, ‘if I’m gonna kiss you, you need to breathe.’ Finally releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding you giggled under your breath. ‘Oh, sorry.’

This time you kissed him, smiling as you did so. His hands dropped to your waist, as yours wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. You slipped your tongue over his bottom lip, opening his mouth he inhaled you. Inhaled your presence, every fibre of you, every smell, every taste. He pawed at your ass, deepening the kiss as he forced you against the counter.

Gasping into his mouth you hissed, in a swift movement he helped you hop onto the counter. Spreading your legs you welcomed his hips in between your thighs. The kiss fastened, hungry breaths exchanged with each kiss. Your wet clothes coming together as he dropped his kisses to your neck, staining your skin. ‘Fuck’ you sighed as you rested your head against the cabinet.

Growling into your skin he pulled you closer to him, your cunt now pressing against his rich hard erection. ‘God, is that all for me?’ You panted, rolling your hips into him.

‘All for you pretty girl’ he breathed nipping at your collar bone. You raked your nails on his scalp, his neck, his back. ‘Take it off … fuck … now’ you said pulling at his top.

Within seconds his saturated top was thrown on the floor, making a satisfying slap. His body was warm, but still wet, his muscles glistened in the dim light of the kitchen as he moved. You’d never seen anything so beautiful, like he was carved by Michelangelo himself.

You pulled him back in, instead kissing his neck this time. His pulse raged beneath his skin caressing your lips, he moaned softly in your ear as he rolled his hips into yours. Nipping his heat you breathed softly ‘fuck me Johnny.’

‘Fuckin hell’ he whimpered, voice nearly breaking. ‘Need you … please’ you whispered in between kisses.

The sound of his belt buckle rung out followed by the rip of your panties. He hunched your summer dress around your waist as he slipped his cock into your hungry pussy. You cradled the back of his head as he held your waist, moans intertwining as he filled you completely.

He buried himself in your neck, moving rhythmically, the counter barely holding the weight of you both. You held onto the counter as he fucked you, fingertips barely holding on. He gripped onto you, his fingers digging into your muscle, bruising, consuming.

Your bodies moved together as one, shared moans, gasps, pants. The rain still poured outside, hitting the window pane, while your best friends brother fucked you in your kitchen. ‘Shit Johnny’ you whined as he slowed his thrusts down, making them tantalisingly slow. Making sure you felt every inch of him in your pretty little cunt.

‘Like that? … fuck …. Feel so good’ his voice cracked as he panted. ‘Just like that’ you replied digging your nails into his back. Letting go of your waist he thumbed your clitoris, adding the exact amount of pressure. A deep guttural moan bubbled up from your chest. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to approach.

And fast.

‘Don’t stop … shit … don’t stop.’

‘Cum for me sweetheart, lemme feel you. Lemme feel this cunt cum for me.’ His words were utterly filthy, but that drove you only closer to the edge. ‘Fuck I’m gonna cum!’

Pulling your hair he forced you to look at him, ‘wanna see you when I fill this pussy, keep your eyes on me.’

You barely managed to keep your eyes open as you came, gripping his shoulder your chest heaved. ‘That’s it’ he drawled, a devilish smirk on his face. Biting your lip you threw your head against the cupboard again, pupils blown wide as you pulled him in to kiss you. ‘In me … cum in me Johnny.’

He pulled you off the counter and bent you over as he pushed back into you. Your cunt still spasming from your orgasm. Holding you down by your neck he watched as your ass jiggled with each thrust. Arching your back you pushed back into him causing him to moan a little louder this time.

His movements slowed as he spread his hands over your ribs, with two more thrusts he came came deep inside you. His cock throbbed inside you as he rest his head on your back, peppering your skin with light kisses.

Giggling into the counter you sighed ‘better?’ He huffed into you, rubbing your sides with his hands. ‘Fuck. Much better.’ Pulling out he grabbed a paper towel and every so gently cleaned you up, before pressing his lips to your thoroughly satisfied pussy.

‘You owe me new pants’ you laughed, pushing his shoulder. He looked up at you, now suddenly bashful, ‘how about dinner. On me? To make up for it.’

‘Mmm’ you sighed, biting your lip ‘but how about that shower first?’

———

Prompts used - Brothers best friend/rain-thunderstorm/kitchen/look at me

[cyberwhumper]

It takes a goddamn lot of force to get Rex down. Vic knows that better than most people. Dude is built like a Mack truck. Like, he’s got the quads of a fucking statue. He has muscles in places Vic didn’t know could have muscles. And goddamn does he know how to use ‘em.

…for sports purposes. No other reasons. Shut up.

Anyways.

Point is, Vic’s not used to somebody actually managing to check Rex off his feet. It takes him a second to process what’s going on as the whistle blows. There’s a bit of a scrum going on behind the crease, lotta shoving, so he can’t quite make out who that is in blue at the bottom of the pile.

And then he sees blood on the ice.

Vic skids in sideways as the knot loosens up and someone gets hauled to the box. Rex. Rex is lying there, twitching like a dead fuckin’ bug at the foot of the wall, blood pooling under his head like a halo. How in the fuck…

“Cap?” He knows he shouldn’t, knows it’s sus as hell, but he drops a glove and reaches down, fingers light on Rex’s face. Big Dog’s eyes are open, at least, but his pupils are zoinked down to pinpricks, gaze wandering vaguely around the ceiling. “Rex, bud, can you hear me?”

There are shards of plastic on the ice, too, little black islands in the red. Vic stares at them, then up at the dasher, then back at Rex before it clicks.

Dirty hit. Fuck, he was out before he even hit the ice. Rex’s head went into the wall hard enough to break his helmet.

“Easy, dude.” Vic’s not entirely sure if he’s saying it more to Rex or himself. Not good. Really not fucking good. “Don’t move. Trainer’s coming.” Christ, he feels like his heart is shitting its pants. He forces himself to breathe, hand on Rex’s face as gently as it can be, stroking his thumb across Rex’s cheekbone like that will fuckin’ help, like he’s trying to erase the last thirty seconds.

Longest thirty seconds of his damn life.

“V…ky…?” Rex’s voice comes real low and raspy, like he’s talking in his sleep, completely fucking incoherent. “Wh…oo…s…”

“Look at me. Hey.” Vic glances over his shoulder, checking the EMT’s progress from the far end of the ice. Why they don’t put those guys in skates, he’ll never understand. Miguel’s practically dragging the poor lady and her Skechers across the blue line.

He looks back down just in time to see Rex’s eyes roll back in his skull. “Hey. Cap, c’mon, look at me, baby, don’t close your eyes.” He resists the urge to smack Rex in the face to wake him back up. Probably won’t help. But then Rex’s whole body shudders, going dead rigid and back arching off the ice, and Vic loses any shreds of dignity he still had. That’s his captain. That’s his man.

“Rex, Rex, FUCK, get the medic over here NOW—”

[Fic by the exceptionally talented @bxtterflystxtches , who I have the honor of collaborating with for this event. Please show him some love!]

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Hello!! I love your writings soo much it gives me soo much joy 🥰. Can i request daniel hitting you in his ui form and his reaction once he is conscious. (The reader is not a fighter.) Thank u 🙇 once again love your work ❤️❤️

Ty for the kind words!! And for the ask, this one made me chuckle! Please first refer to here 👀 are you the same anon 👀 👀 👀

Anyway non-fighter surviving a UI Daniel hit? Your durability is off the roof. Imagine if Gun got a hold of you...

This turned into such a silly piece, I had a lot of fun writing it but it's a little all over the place lol.

UI Daniel Knocking You Out HC

Pre-Daniel x Reader if you fancy

Alarm bells start ringing when Daniel regains consciousness and sees you lying on the ground

He sprints over to you, checking your breathing and vitals. Luckily, you seem fine, just passed out

Not knowing exactly if you had any severe damage, he doesn't move you. He sits and keeps you company, keeping a watchful eye over you, hoping you would stir soon

After a few minutes, Daniel remembers a video he watched where rubbing someone's leg might actually help you wake up

He moves to touch your leg but hesitates. It's a bit weird rubbing a stranger's leg, no? Still, his guilt ovepowers all sense of logic and he nervously grabs your legs and starts rubbing...

and rubbing...

No reaction

...Am I not doing this right?

He tries massaging you instead, digging in a bit harder, hoping to stimulate bloodflow

You groggily come to, holding your ribs. They didn't feel broken, just painful. Like you somehow survived a ten tonne truck crashing into you

Slowly you start to recall where you are and how you got here. You remember seeing a fight, trying to dodge and run away but getting struck regardless

You don't remember anything else

"Oh!! You're awake!"

You peer down to see a guy massaging your legs. What the fuck? He releases your lower half from his strong hands and you try to kick him straight away

"GET AWAY PERVERT!"

"H-hey no, I'm not-" he holds both his hands up in a sign of surrender

"YOU SEE SOMEONE PASSED OUT AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO?!"

"N-no, this is a misunder-"

"YOU THINK YOU'RE GOOD LOOKING AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT?"

"I'm sorry, b-but-"

You don't want to listen to this weirdo anymore. You try to sit up and immediately groan and clutch your side. The guy tries to help (probably finding more inappropriate ways to touch you) and you glare at him instead

He scratches his head in frustration, the excuse and explanation comes out in a babble

I'm sorry! This is my fault, I was the one that hit you, by accident! And I got this technique from the Viral Hit channel, and I know it was inappropriate, but I panicked, and I didn't know what else to do and, and-

You begin to loosen up a bit, you catch parts of what he says and it does sort of make sense. You have heard of V-Hit, and this... weird technique

"And my name is Daniel Park, please let me make it up to you!"

It isn't like you're going anywhere in the state you're in

"Is anything broken?" his face is a picture of worry and anxiety

"No... I don't think so," your body just feels tender

"Here."

This Daniel Park lifts you up in a bridal carry, one arm under your legs, and the other under your back. Like you weigh nothing at all

Christ, this guy is strong. No wonder you were unconscious

"Erm... are you kidnapping me now?"

Daniel looks down at you in shock and his ears turn red, "N-No! Let me carry you home! Or wherever you need to be!"

You guess there's no stopping some people. "I live about 4 miles away. You going to carry me all the way?"

Daniel smiles at you, looking a little relieved, "Of course,"

Definitely a weirdo. "Fine"

"What's your name by the way?"

"..." Like you were gonna give this pervert your name

Bonus leg massage pic from HtF

[scaryscarecrows]

One minute they’re moving, the next they’ve been set upon by ninjas.

That’s the only way Curt Evans can think of to describe the sudden assault; armed men, terrifyingly agile, falling on them before anybody had any idea they were even there.

It’s over embarrassingly quickly.

No one’s dead, though they’re all bruised. Jesus Christ. He’s on his knees, badly winded and yeah, that’s a cracked rib, and all he can think right now is, what just happened? A quick glance around at his squadmates says they’re thinking the same thing.

The ninjas are wearing black and red, with stark white full-face masks and blood-red goggles. Several of them have swords–swords, what the fuck?--but all of them have guns. One of them, smaller than the others, steps forward. They tilt their head, goggles boring into Evans’ eyes, before their hand snaps out and tears his dog tags from his neck.

“Hey-!”

“Shut up,” somebody else–a man’s voice–snaps. “We didn’t ask you to talk.” Then, “We takin’ ‘em back to base, sir?”

The man holding his dog tags doesn’t answer. He just looks at Evans (or, well, that’s what it looks like he’s doing) for a long moment before his arm flies out, swinging the dog tags like a flail. They hit him in teeth (that’s a chip, ow) before the man flips over him (what the fuck?) and–hurk!

Air-air-air-air–

His vision’s just starting to go when the chain loosens from around his neck. He’s still gasping when a boot between his shoulder blades puts him flat on his face and then he’s kicked over, onto his back. A boot’s planted on his chest and a massive sniper rifle that looks leagues beyond anything he’s ever worked with levels itself at his face.

The expected death doesn’t come. After two minutes of staring into those red goggles, his assailant scoffs and steps off him, snaps his fingers and jerks his head. The man from before nods.

“Yessir. Get up, assholes, we’re goin’ for a ride.”

* * *

The ride is twenty minutes. It’s a quiet twenty minutes, but it ends when they pull up to a massive military compound. High walls ringed with razor wire, security guards, and cameras. Big gates that look like something out of Jurassic Park. And an entire army’s worth of men inside, from the looks of it; trucks, tanks, the whole thing.

What the hell?

The little man from before hops out before the car comes to a stop. Striding across the compound is a giant that looks like he could snap Godzilla in half. He stops, though, when the littler guy whistles, puts his index fingers against the side of his head, and salutes*.

“Think he and Antoine had a TC,” the giant says. “They should be done soon. Why?”

A thumb jerks back towards the jeep.

“Shiiit,” the giant says appreciatively. “He’s not gonna like that.”

Who’s not gonna like that?

The small man laughs. Not totally mute, then, and clearly not deaf. Impediment? Just an asshole?

“I don’t think it was supposed to take–there he is.”

Oh.

Oh, good God.

Evans’ first, crazy thought, is that Gotham’s Bat has gone off the rails and set this up. Then the…thing…gets closer and he can see that it’s not quite the same. No cape, for one. And the full-faced helmet. It looks more like a cyborg than anything, but it’s coming this way.

“Riley brought ya a present,” the giant calls. The cyborg stops, looks at the blond man trotting behind it, and shrugs.

“Something tells me it’s not Reese’s.”

The voice is heavily filtered, sounding more demonic than human. The smaller man–Riley (huh, he knew a Riley once)--nods and erupts in a flurry of gesticulations. The cyborg tilts its head, sun reflecting off that blue visor, and remains quiet until Riley stops moving.

“Good call,” it says, and then it’s stalking towards them. Up close, it’s big. Well-armed. The insignia on the armor is unfamiliar and the armor itself is hard and sharp, almost medieval. “Well, gentlemen. What brings you out this far?”

Nobody answers. Then, quick as a snake, the cyborg lunges and pulls Evans away from the rest of his squadmates.

“Curt Evans,” the demonic voice growls. “You’re in charge of…well, that’s interesting. Operation Pleasure Time? Thought that was a soda.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says immediately. “Who the hell are you?”

The cyborg chuckles.

“The Arkham Knight.” What the hell? Some freak escaped from Gotham? Evans has never set foot there, but one of his old squadmates had been a local. That guy was fucked up. “Don’t play coy with me–well, well, this is interesting.”

It plucks the small body camera from his vest and kicks Evans’ legs out from under him, lets him fall to the dirt in a heap.

“Drouot.”

“Yessir.”

“Tell Rogers to get into their camera frequency and run a cover-up.” It–he?--pauses. “Not that ridiculous jungle monster cryptid, something practical. Crocodiles.”

“Aw, you’re gonna break his heart, boss,” the blond says. The Arkham Knight scoffs.

“He’ll live.”

“Yeah, but he’ll be annoying about it.” 

The Knight tosses the camera over and the blond disappears. Evans swallows.

“That’s recording already,” he says, willing his voice to be steady. “It doesn’t matter what you do now, it’s been viewed.”

“Nah.” The Knight sounds incredibly entertained. “We have a scrambler. All that’s been viewed is static.”

“We’re not telling you shit.”

“I really don’t care what you’re doing out here. I just care that you keep your mouths shut, and you know what they say about dead men.”

“What the fuck–”

“Get rid of them.”

“What, you won’t even do the job yourself?” Rodreguez shouts. “Fuckin’--”

BLAM!

“There. I killed one of you.” The Knight reholsters his gun. “Happy? Now. Get rid of them. Unless…” He turns to look at Riley, who shakes his head. “Never mind. Just get rid of them. I want to see your squadron in two hours; see what you’ve learned, huh?”

*Riley actually has two ways to refer to Jason: one is the shorthand symbol for crazy (index finger spiraled near your head) followed by ASL for knight. Crazy Knight=Arkham Knight. The other is this one–Evans may not know the Family Politics here, but Riley respects, and thus salutes, very few people. So this is the more affectionate one he uses to Jason or with the Squad.

[bullet-prooflove]

Garden Party: Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Reader

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Prequel to Come Up for Air

Frankie meets you at a garden party of all things. It’s his sister’s birthday and he’s spent weeks building the bar out of pallets, because he’s ‘handy’ and his morning stringing fairy lights across the top of the fences, along with fake roses to make the place look ‘magical’. It’s not even a big birthday.

Lucia is two years younger than him and has always lived extravagantly, his little sister deserves the world, but he wishes she wouldn’t whine about how his truck brings down the neighbourhood every time he parks it outside her house.

As he stands underneath the strings of light and looks up at the night sky, he realises that she may have been right about the vibe they bring to the garden. There’s an ethereal air to the place, the flowers accentuate the plush greenery making it seem like botanical wonderland.

He doesn’t know anyone here except Lucia and her husband Dave, the TV Exec. He knows fuck all about what Dave actually does, only that he makes an alarming amount of money. Frankie’s only been home a couple of months and honestly, he kinda sucks at making friends. He’s too quiet, Lucia tells him, too lost in his own head.

How could he not be? He thinks. The shit he’s done. He can’t burden anyone with that. There are only three people who can understand him on any level, and they are certainly not at this party.

A couple more minutes he thinks. He’ll stay a couple more minutes before making his excuses.

That goes completely out of the window when you literally bump into him. He doesn’t know how it happens because he’s standing stationary for Christ’s sake. You’re in the midst of apologising when he reaches out a hand to steady you, his warm palm coming to rest upon your shoulder, thumb accidently skirting your collarbone. It’s the first physical contact he’s had with anyone for a while, and it makes his heart thud even harder in his chest.

When he looks into your eyes he knows he’s in trouble. They’re a stunning shade, the hues bleeding into one another. He’s told women they have beautiful eyes before but with you he means it. The words slip out of his mouth before he can take them back and you tip your head back and laugh. It’s a musical sound that strikes a chord somewhere deep down inside of his soul.

“Pretty bad huh?” He says smiling despite himself.

He doesn’t do this. He doesn’t approach women, he doesn’t hit on them. Every single relationship he’s been in, he’s fallen into.

“I’ve heard worse.” You reply.

He can see it, you’re a striking woman. He’d sure you catch a lot of guy’s attention. There’s no ring on your finger and he feels a surge of hope.

“I bet you have.” He says knowingly, taking a sip of his beer.

It starts from there, the two of you sitting at the makeshift bar long into the night. You’re warm, companionable. He learns that you’re a writer for one of those sketch shows he’s seen on TV, that  you don’t usually tell people that. You list the professions that you’ve made up during your tenure on Tinder, each one becoming more creative and silly the longer it goes on. He finds himself laughing for the first time in a long time and he’s forgotten just how it good it feels.  

“Because they’ll ask for tickets?” he asks, questioning the reasoning behind it. He’s old fashioned, he prefers actually meeting people instead of using apps.

“Mostly.” You tell him before deliberating. “I also don’t want them to have that part of me. Remember this it isn’t a long-term connection I’m looking for; I just want to get fucked.”

Heat creeps across his cheeks and he takes a swig from his beer in an attempt to hide it. He finds your openness refreshing and it emboldens him. He hasn’t had this much fun in a long time, he can’t remember the last frank conversation he had.

“And why is that?” He asks you.

“My schedule.” You say with the shrug of your shoulders. You gesture to the space around you, it’s getting late, or early depending on how you look at it. The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon, bathing the garden in an orange glow. Most of the guests have gone home and the entire yard is in a state of disarray. Frankie can see his sister sprawled out on the couch through the French windows, a blanket haphazardly tossed over her. “Everybody’s going to bed, but this is the golden hour for me. The work I do, the pitching, the rewrites, the editing, the filming, it all happens overnight. It’s entirely nocturnal. You can’t ask anyone to get on board with that. People think they can handle it but they can’t.”

He senses you’ve learned that from experience. That there’s been a boyfriend or two in the past who’ve called it quits because they couldn’t deal with it.

“I’m an insomniac.” He reveals to you, his hand clasped around his beer. “Sometimes when I can’t fall asleep, I drive around the city with the radio on, get out of my own head for a little while.”

“I get that.” You tell him with a smile. “The city is different at night, it’s quiet, it feels like it’s settling.”

You’re not wrong. He sees a lot of shit you don’t see in the day time, but it’s the peacefulness that he enjoys. There’s less traffic on the road, the streets are quieter. He thinks the nightlife suits him.

“The good thing about that is that I know all the good places to eat…” He says checking his watch. “… at four thirty in the morning.”

“Are you asking me out for breakfast?”  

“Would you come along if I did?”

“Yea.” You tell him. “I think I would.”

“There’s a place around the corner.” He tells you, touching the edge of his cap. It’s a nervous gesture, because only now does he realise the enormity of his actions, that the night is shifting towards date territory, and he hasn’t been on a date for a very long time.  “We can walk it?”

“Sounds like a plan.” You say as you climb off the barstool. Frankie follows suit, helping you into your jacket before the two of you slip out through the garden gate, trying to make as little noise as possible. There’s a giddiness to it, he feels like a teenager sneaking out of his parent’s house to meet a girl.

Out on the street he’s surprised when you capture his hand in yours. They fit together perfectly, your fingers entwining with his. It’s been a long time since he’s held someone’s hand, even longer since he’s met someone who he connects with.

“I like this.” He says, his thumb ghosting along the inside of your wrist.

He sees the blush creep up your cheeks and he can’t help but smile because it’s just so fucking adorable.

“Good.” You tell him. “Because I like it too.”

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52 Letters to Simon Riley - Chapter 3

Week 3

So he wasn’t opening the box. He wasn’t opening the letter. Soap knew him so well but he should have known that this was cruel. What was he supposed to do? Pretend Soap was still around? Oh, he’ll always be in your heart. But, he wasn’t alive, was he? Ghost would rather just forget than having to keep knowing that Soap was dead.

Ghost wished he was.

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Ghost couldn’t do it. He couldn’t get up this week. He couldn’t open the box and get the letter out. All he could do was stare at it. This was so stupid, anyway. That box of letters wasn’t going to bring Soap back. Soap was dead. Nothing was bringing him back.

Soap was dead.

Soap wasn’t coming back.

Johnny is dead.

So he wasn’t opening the box. He wasn’t opening the letter. Soap knew him so well but he should have known that this was cruel. What was he supposed to do? Pretend Soap was still around? Oh, he’ll always be in your heart. But, he wasn’t alive, was he? Ghost would rather just forget than having to keep knowing that Soap was dead.

Ghost wished he was.

But… he couldn’t bring himself to do it. 

“Price?”

“ Simon…”

“ I need you to do me a favour.”

“ Anything, kid. ”

“Can you come to my apartment complex at three every day through the next week? Some kid runs by and I took on the responsibility of making sure he comes home safe.”

“ I’ll be there. ”

At some point, Ghost dragged himself outside, hoping the cold shock would help. He didn’t put on shoes, he wasn’t wearing a hoodie. He had a covered balcony so the most he’d bothered with was a pair of boxers before curling up in the corner of the balcony and trying to remember how to breathe.

Mexico had been hot. 

Even when he dragged himself out of that cartel in the middle of fall, it was hot. 

Soap is dead.

Ghost wanted to scream. He couldn’t cry, god he wished he had the ability to honor Soap’s death but he just didn’t have the ability. 

“Hey-... Where’s Simon… sir?”

“Ah, you must be the kid he asked me to watch out for. I saw you yesterday.”

What day was it? Dean shouldn’t be running by already… And Price had seen him the day before?

God, what time was it? Well, it had to be three, didn’t it?

“Yeah… Is he okay?”

“What’s your name?”

“Dean…”

“Well, my name is John Price.”

Soap is dead.

Oh god, shut up, please… 

“It’s nice to meet you, sir… Is Simon okay?”

“He’s… going through something. Here, come sit with me and I’ll explain.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ve known Simon since he was fresh in the SAS. Before my Gaz, he was actually the fastest to complete selection. Do you have any interest in the military?”

“I’ve been looking into the SAS…”

“Good lad,” Price chuckled, sounding amused. A truck honked nearby and Ghost managed to resist flinching.

It was so fucking cold, jesus christ.

“Simon has been through a lot. You go through a lot in the SAS, but he’s been through more. And he’s still going through more. He’ll eventually be back out here, looking for you, I promise.”

“Can you tell him I said hi? That I wanted to make sure he’s okay?”

“I will, don’t worry. Go ahead and run on.” 

Ghost heard Dean’s footsteps across the cement and he hit his head against the balcony before suddenly he was slamming his fists into the side of the building as hard as he possibly could, over and over until blood was running down his arms.

Then he just continued. 

Soap is dead.

Shut up.

Please .

Ghost hit the wall until he was forced to just collapse into the corner of the balcony and then Price was there, grunting and picking Ghost up by hooking his arms under Ghost’s armpits like he was a child. “Come on. You need a shower, Simon.”

“If it was Gaz, Gaz would still be alive…” Ghost muttered, not struggling against Price’s lifting.

Price didn’t answer, just guiding him inside, but Ghost was angry. He was enraged. Especially as he saw the very Sergeant sitting at his small kitchen table. “No- No!” He yelled, shoving Price away from him and jabbing his finger in Price’s chest, hardly even caring that both were around when he was just in a pair of boxers, or that Price had had to break into his apartment, seeing the remnants of lock picking still in the door. “NO! If it was Gaz, Gaz would still be alive!!”

Price shook his head, “Simon, I don’t kno-”

“Yes you do.” Ghost snarled, only angrier when Price stared at him with a neutral expression. Get angry, yell at me for being insubordinate! Be as mad at me as I am at you! “If it had been Gaz, Gaz would still be alive.”

Price’s expression didn’t change, so Ghost rounded on Gaz, hoping for a reaction there. He got one, Gaz’s eyes going wide and the slightest bit of fear joined them. Fine. “Ghost-”

“If it was you, YOU’D STILL BE ALIVE!” Ghost screamed at the Sergeant, suddenly aware of just how much his fists were bleeding, of just how bad it burned, and just how badly he was shaking.

Mexico had been hot, but it’d been cold in Manchester when his family died. It’d been Christmas. He remembered that it had snowed. He knew it was snowing outside.

Soap was dead. Gaz was not. Gaz never would have died. “If it had been you, you’d still be alive.” He snarled, slamming his fists down on the table. “You wouldn’t have died, that freak would have never even gotten his finger on the trigger because Price fucking adores you.”

That was something Ghost had learned. When you’re in pain, just get mean. People won’t look at your seeping, bloody wounds when they’re having to nurse their own. 

But Gaz didn’t look hurt. His expression had went more dead and he shook his head. “You think I don’t know that?? You think I’m not acutely aware?! You think I don’t know that it’s my fault that Soap is dead and I’m not?!” Gaz stood and that startled Ghost more than anything possibly could have in that moment. “How the fuck do you think I feel, Simon?! I wish it had been me! I wish you could still have Soap here, but you can’t because he’s dead and I’m not! No one regrets that more than me, trust me. No one .”

Ghost stumbled back, shocked, and he watched Gaz storm out the door, slamming it behind him. Ghost turned to Price, who was just watching him. “Are you done now?” Price sighed.

“Get out of my apartment.”

“Simon.”

Ghost couldn’t fight him that hard. He wished he could, but the moment Price gestured to the bathroom, Ghost gave in and went there, running a bath and sitting in it and not even fighting Price when he stayed in there and cleaned the blood off of Ghost’s hands. “I’m not a child.”

“Yer acting like one.” Price grumbled. “You didn’t hide your face from Gaz.”

“He’s seen it.”

“So? You still cover your face around me and I’ve seen it plenty of times.” 

“Tell him I’m sorry for yelling at him.”

“He knows.”

Ghost curled up in bed and didn’t say anything when Price said goodbye and left, finally getting out the phone and seeing that it was Friday.

He still wasn’t reading the letter.

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TEASER — DRUNK

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PAIRING: Choi Jongho x FtM/Afab Reader

WARNINGS: Just a teaser ;)

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

SYNOPSIS: One night, while drunk with Jongho and the rest of Ateez, you accidentally admit that you want Jongho to fuck you

A/N: This is just a teaser and not at all the full thing. Anyways… where the FUCK are my ftm Atiny’s at???

That following morning, you wake up with your head pounding. And then you start to notice how stiff your body feels. When you finally open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your bed. Matter of fact, you’re not even home.

You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s dorm— where everyone gathered last night to drink until they passed out. It slowly came back to you, but you were more focused on the fact that you had been passed out on the floor. Inches away from the couch.

Once you calm yourself down, you notice the jacket on your lap that you had been covered with. When you pick it up to inspect it, you realize it belonged to Jongho. It was the jacket he wore last night. You can’t help your fluttering heart, thinking about him being just as drunk as you but still going out of his way to be a gentleman.

But the sweet moment only lasted a second more before you heard a groan from the hallway. You tried your best to stand, Jongho’s jacket still in your arms as you stumbled trying to catch your balance.

Looking around the house, you cringed. It was a mess. And all the members of Ateez were also passed out in random places. Except Jongho, who was the one groaning in the hallway.

He clearly just came out of his room, probably struggling to stay upright. At least he got to his bed.

And then there were images of last night hitting you like a truck and flooding your mind all at once. When you met Jongho’s eyes from across the room, you froze.

“Jongho…” you say from where you sat on the couch next to him, both of you drunk and singing along to whatever songs were on. All the other members were playing in the kitchen.

You couldn’t even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.

He turns his head towards you, and you’re barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingi’s loud voice, “Guys! Come play this next round with us!”

Before you could even think to speak, both Mingi and Yunho were pulling you guys to the kitchen. You almost immediately forgot about your confession since you were so drunk, and it seemed as if Jongho did too.

You shake your head, not wanting to remember anymore. You slap your hands over your face and rub your eyes, “Jesus Christ…”

“Headache?”

You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking so casually to you like this.

Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldn’t see you had it, and nod, “U-uh… yeah.”

He hums and makes his way to the kitchen, with you slowly following. You lean against the counter and watch him pour a glass of water. He hands it to you.

With his arm outstretched, he looks at you with unwavering eyes. You silently confirm it in your head. There’s no way he remembers. He wouldn’t be that calm.

So you smile sweetly as always, taking it from him and trying to ignore the way your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers brushed together, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You look into the living room and look at the members’ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.

Jongho started brewing coffee, “Do you want me to make you some?” He asked with his back turned to you, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even handle being alone with him right now. Well, as alone as you could be with an apartment full of unconscious men on the floor.

Coffee sounded amazing, but you needed to get out of here. You begin to quickly drink the rest of your water, a feeling of unbearable anxiousness in your chest.

When you finish, you place the glass down and go to the cabinet to grab a trash bag, “I’m gonna clean up and then go home, alright? I’ll get coffee on my way back.”

Reaching up to open the cabinet, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. It startled you, and your body went hot. You turn your head to see Jongho inches away from you, and you lock eyes again. You wanted to die. You couldn’t help the dark blush that spread across your face.

“I’ll make them clean up after themselves. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go home. I’ll walk you to your car.”

His hand drops from your back. You shiver.

“A-are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

So you both put on your shoes and walk out the door. He gets the elevator for you, and it was dead silent. Even the walk through the parking lot. At times like these, you wished Jongho wasn’t a gentleman.

You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, “Um… thanks. Thank you,” you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.

“Did you mean it?”

Your hand stays firm on the handle, your stomach suddenly in knots. You honestly feel dizzy, blood running cold as you hoped and prayed he didn’t mean what you think he meant.

“Mean wh-what?” You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldn’t face him.

“What you said to me last night.”

You can’t breathe.

His tone isn’t angry, but it’s firm. You can tell he’s serious. When you’re quiet for a bit too long, Jongho’s hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.

“I know you remember.”

You jump at the sudden movement, and then your body stiffens. You clench your jaw to hold in the gasp that almost threatened to come out, breathing heavy and unsteady. You could hear your heart in your ears.

You can feel him leaning in closer then, his breath ghosting your neck. He’s looking at you through the reflection on the window, and you’re looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Did you mean it…” he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, “When you said you wanted me to fuck you?”

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Sooooooo a little birdie told me you hadn't written Freddy having period sex with reader so I think we need to remedy this hehehe, I want it as nasty and wild as you want to go with it, it is Freddy after all and he is a Certified Freak TM. I would also be very partial to any sort of lower back massage or any sort of physical comfort he wants to give the reading before/during/after the sexy times, honestly a bit of massage during the Blood Moon always hits the spot and it would make things all the better hehehehe And Freddys usual dirty mouth during something like this is also appreciated 👁👄👁

You requested this a while ago but hey I know we are both on the rag atm and the inspo hit so here it is! I hope you enjoy this fucking filthy as hell period sex piece with our fave bastard. 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.5K. Freddy Krueger X GN! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Words Like Cunt And Tit’s Used. Reader On Their Period. Warnings: Period Sex. Massage. Panty Snatching. Vaginal Fingering. Blood Play. Nipple Play. Mild Painplay. DUB CON! Restrained Reader. Eating Out. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Dirty Talk. Praise. Degradation. So Much Fluids. Freddy Is Disgusting. Messy Kink. Just Such Messy Sex.

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I Just Want To Help.

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You felt like shit.

It wasn’t always the case when you were on your period but this one has been truly hellish. Cramps, boating, tenderness, a train wreck of emotions and of course, naturally, a veritable river of blood. You finished work for the day, unable to cook. You brought home take out, camped out on the couch with a heating bag and a blanket and some tea and a comforting movie. You downed something to help with the pain but it was barely touching it, you were so fucking tired and you hoped that sleep would be a good remedy. 

You are zombie-like as you go through your night routine, brushing your teeth, doing your skincare and the rest to really wind down and then you are in bed. The sheets felt so fucking comfortable and smooth, you sink deeper into the mattress, fully relaxing and sleep overtakes you in just a few short minutes. 

He had the funniest sense of timing. 

Freddy doesn’t pay a visit every night but he more than makes up for it when he does show up for you. He is on you in short order, he used to draw it out and tease but when there is a more sizable gap, he almost doesn’t have patience for that, if you dared to call him out on being needy however he might get violent. You don’t think you could take much brutality tonight, his hands are on your body before he even greets you, rough scarred hand one arm, butter soft leather, sharp and cold metal on the other. His hands slide up, the sharp tips of the blades of his glove don’t break your bare skin, goosebumps are left in their wake, he leans in closely, you feel the warm breath on the side of your face and hear his voice in your ear, “Heya honey.” 

Oh honey, huh? Sweet name, you wonder why but he cuts in, “You feel awful. What’s going on?” 

Right of course, he is IN your head, he can feel all you do, absurdly keyed into your emotions and the sensations running through you. The monthly curse hasn’t coincided with any of his visits to this point, shockingly, but you know that you can’t hide it, he won’t drop this and he will find it out the same way he does everything. Hell he could do it right now but he likes not knowing every single thing, some things he wants you to tell him, force yourself through uncomfortableness for his pleasure or his amusement, so you spill. “Just not feeling well, my period hit me like a truck.”

He makes a sound of pity, that sweet and sickly, mocking, “Awe.”

His hands move again, arms come around your middle, hugging closer, invading your personal space the way he did easily and without care, “Oh poor thing.”

The contact felt nice, or it did, until he squeezed you much tighter and it makes you groan, “Christ, ease up-”

“That sensitive, huh?”  The question is asked in that very teasing tone that can only come from him. Your hands latch onto his forearms and you try to pry them off as you respond with a nod, “Mmm, very.”

“Sure seems like it, good thing I decided to visit tonight.” He doesn’t let you move his arms, keeping them locked around you and so you give up.

“Why’s that?” You asked and he hummed out, “Cuz I can help you out.” 

A quiet laugh spills out, “How are you gonna do that exactly?”

“I have my ways.” A sharp snap of the fingers on his un-gloved hand and all of a sudden everything was different. You were not in the boiler room any longer, you were instead on your stomach on a bed that you had become very familiar with over the past few months. Before you can look around you feel the mattress shift with him getting onto it, there he was, his hands on your back, the first thing you notice was that his glove suspiciously absent. You then feel something you haven’t from him previously, his hands on you is a familiar feeling, but their current action is not. 

It isn’t like you have never experienced a massage before, you had, but by his hand? Never. It feels so fucking good. Your head tips, forehead leans on your forearms and your eyes closed as you could feel yourself practically melting into the mattress with a moan. You had no idea how much you needed this until he began the process, again the benefits of him being in tune with your mind and body meant he could pick up on what you needed before sometimes you even knew it. He really gets into it, doesn’t wait to properly see your reaction as if he is overly confident and just knows that it is good, no, that he is good. 

Your shirt had been stripped a while ago, it was ten minutes later and you were feeling delightfully boneless. He was capable of bringing you great pain and pleasure. You knew that more than you knew just about anything but still him doing it in this way you had never counted on. He had been relatively quiet, just small verbal check-ins, letting you lose yourself to feeling more than prattling on and on like he was known to do. “How you feeling?”

A shaky moan is your response, breathed out on an exhale, and he taunted, “No words so soon?”

You laugh, a light thing that could be misconstrued as a scoff, you lean your head up slightly and tell him, “M’ good. I’m very, very good.” 

“Pain letting up?” He inquired and you nodded, “Mmhm, not totally but doing better.”

“Oh no, still sore?” He asks, a sympathetic click of his tongue and you tell him, “Unfortunately.” 

His hands hadn’t stopped working this whole time, sweeping down the expanse of your back, knuckles pressed over your spine, more pressure was released and you groaned. He is leaning down, you feel him press closer to your body, the heat of his body providing more comfort as his hands continue. 

He expresses his previous sentiment again, "Poor thing...", his lips touch down on the back of your neck as his thumbs dig harder into your lower back, "Poor, utterly delicious thing." 

Movements do not stop, neither his wandering hands nor his mouth as they press on exploring. More kisses are laid and you hear him again, "You know what else could help ease the ache?"

He moves. One hand stays resting on your lower back and the other slips down between your legs, he cups your cunt through the underwear and shorts you wore to bed, “I hear orgasms are one of the best forms of pain relief.” 

“You’ve only heard?” You ask teasingly and he continues, “You should know by now I deal more in giving pain than relieving it, sweetheart. But for you? I’ll try anything once.”

Isn’t he so generous? 

“An intensely charitable offer but-” He moves again, his other hand locks on your hip, he makes you grind onto his palm and you moan, “But what?”

“Buuut-I, ah, I don’t know I’ve never, not while this is happening-” He cuts in, “All the more reason to try it.” 

No more protesting from you and the part where he tries to craft a convincing verbal argument from him was over. His hand picks up the effort, fingers stroke down with more pressure and you moan, he does the motion again and again, purposefully dragging over your clit and you squirm when you feel it happen. Your underwear is wet, you can feel it stuck to you, plastered and it makes your eyes fly open, “Shit, stop, stop-”

“Awe what’s the matter?” He asks and you tell him, “M’ leaking-”

“And what? You’re worried about bleeding on your sheets?” He asks and you say, “Yes!” 

He laughs with another strong press of his fingers, “C’mon what are you going to do about that? You’re dead asleep right now.”

“Yeahhh, but I don’t have to be, wake me up.” You asked and he laughed much, much harder before he stops rubbing you and his hands lock on your sides and he starts to flip you over, “No fuckin’ way.”

“What? Why not?!” You exclaim and when you are thrown onto your back you yelped, he tells you next, “And pass up this golden opportunity? Fuck no.”

“Freddy, please-” He starts to tear down your shorts and you attempt to stop him but that ineffable force you had gotten used to feeling around him is back, as if bonds as strong as chains but as light as air coil around your wrists and yanks them up, holding them on either side of your head. “There you go, be good for me, no more struggling.”

“Freddy stop it-” You plead but you are helpless, he’s made you helpless. He is removing your shorts and underwear as he says, ”Soooo emotional.” 

Anger flares for a second, “Asshole let me go!” 

He playfully pouts before he says “Now c’mon babe, you can trust me, I just wanna help.” 

You catch a glimpse and Christ you had almost bled through your shorts, your underwear stained and a total mess, you groan, brows pinched together and he looks…Happy? “Oh I’m keeping these.”

“What?” You asked and he held them up, “I said M’ keeping them, you are never getting these back.” A snap of his fingers and they disappeared to God knows where.

You feel extraordinarily exposed, naked and held down on this bed, at his mercy, your mind is racing and his hand is back between your spread thighs, Fingers drag up, catch the mess of blood leaking out before swirling over your clit, using the slick crimson as lube, making you moan anew. “There you go, Freddy’s gonna take away all the hurt, just relax.”

His fingers slip and then ease inside of you and you realise that your preferred method for dealing with this hellish time has been disposed of by him. His fingers shouldn’t be getting to this depth without being obstructed but this is a dream, he is in control and can do anything, including removing a vital tool for personal hygiene without you even noticing. His fingers are moving in and out so easily, it sounds obscene, soaked, he curls them touches that spot that makes your toes curl and you cry out, “Fuck! Freddy please, wa-wait-”

Again, ever the mind reader he says, “I know you’re worried about ruining the sheets.”

A nervous nod, you were, his fingers slid out with a wet squelch, he inspected his fingers, they are coated in blood and he admits, "I'm dying to taste you."

His hand came up and he drew his fingers into his mouth and sucked deeply. You cannot believe he is doing this so shamelessly, it leaves you speechless. He removes his fingers and sighs a small, “Fuck, that is good.” 

He addresses you once again, his hands on your thighs and he says easily as he continues his previous thought, “Well don’t be. Lemme help stop the leak.” 

You wonder what he means until he drops down suddenly, in between your legs, his stomach to the bed and he is pulling your legs over his shoulders. You begin to complain, beg for a moment, for him to slow down because what was he about to do to you but his mouth is on you and instead the word isn’t able to form, replaced with a pitched up gasp. So that is what he meant. His tongue runs up through your folds and he moans against you, the vibration causes your legs to twitch and your fists to clench. He is eating you whole, no hesitation and further still with passionate fervour. Strong tongue flicks up over your clit before his lips wrap around it, another hum, your thighs tighten around his head and he pulls off with a very sloppy smack. It hits how he is so willing to do this for you even during this, accepting of and hungry for you no matter what or when.

You have no clue how he does it, he switches between tasks so seamlessly, from sucking on your clit to his tongue diving deep into your hole, fucking into the sopping passage. Then it doesn’t feel like there is a switching, as if somehow he is able to suck and lick your clit and tongue fuck you at the same time, like he somehow has two mouths. 

You try to look down the length of your body but another thrust of his tongue in combination with a violent suck of your most sensitive flesh is leaving you breathless, “Ho-how the fuuuuck ar-are you able to-? Ah! Ahnn, do that?” 

You hear his voice inexplicably even though his mouth is still clearly busy, “I like keeping some secrets.”  You are moaning incoherently, the pleasure is insane, you can’t stay still, were it not for how he was holding you down you think you’d buck off the bed, you feel it build and then crest and you nearly scream his name as it overtakes. 

He works you through it amazingly well until you are actually struggling to breathe. Your legs drop and he comes up and before you know it he is kissing you, eyes fly open as you are confronted with the taste of it all, salt and iron and slick and spit, you want to rip yourself away, it’s so messy but you have to admit, it makes heat spark inside you. Clit pulses, another rush of arousal as his tongue is smoothing over yours and you think fuck it, you’re into the depravity of it, you know he isn’t going to judge so you lean into it. You steer into the skid, you kiss him back just as nasty as he was kissing you. 

When you pull away and see him you are sure your face is in a similar state, “Filthy fucking slut.” He isn’t wrong. You can feel the red stickiness around your mouth, on your cheeks, your chin. “Fuck, you taste so, so good. I need more.”

“Wait, more? Are you su-OH!” You gasped out and he was back down there, once again working you over. You had no idea it could feel this good, that you would be this sensitive, you knew hormones could elevate but you were never one for masturbating on your period much, seemed too messy to bother and this was VERY messy but you are quickly finding that to be a plus. 

After another two times of reaching your peak he is coming back up for air as you are still shuddering your way through the aftershocks. You are not very verbal at the moment, you feel half here, he is spreading your legs wider, eyes down and looking at you, “Look at that disgusting gash, still spilling blood like a fresh wound-”

He looked manic, he’d lost the sweater sometime after your second orgasm but before your third, there was scarlet down his chin and neck, almost coming to his chest and with another snap his pants were gone. You feel the restraints on your wrists lift and he pulls you down, drags you close and he pushes his hips forward, the head of his dick drags over your over sensitive clit before coming to prod at your sticky hole, “Look at that.” 

You did, eyes glance down and you take in the view, him poised and ready, about to fuck you till you were completely senseless and you couldn’t wait. “Freddy, please, do it.”

“Oh you want it now?” He asks and you nod, “Mmf, right now, please, please, please.”

“Alright but remember. You asked for it doll.” He slams his hips forward, makes you take him in one stroke, forces it and your whole body seizes from the intense and sudden feeling of him stretching you open. No time is wasted before he is pulling out halfway and then driving back in, he sets the pace, and you are meant to take it.

You asked for it, remember?

He is vicious, brutal, inhumane in how he fucks you, totally feral and animalistic. He is normally into it on the best of days but it is as if you unlocked a whole new level in him that you had not previously been privy to. He is being loud, every time he bottoms out there is a curse or a groan, a sharp exhale through gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good, your hole is so sloppy, just listen to it-” Another harsh series of thrusts in and out and he was right, you sound disgustingly wet. “-could listen to that on repeat forever.”

He has you almost folded in half, hands under your knees, pressing and pushing until he has you rest your ankles on his shoulders. In this position it mostly is able to do two things, one, for him it makes you even tighter and two, for you, it hits that one place inside that makes all thoughts leave and all words tumble from between cracked and bloody lips a jumbled wreck. Your eyes unfocused, drunk on sensation, dragged along for the ride and forced to feel just what he wanted you to, made to ride it out, one hand now that it is free is at your chest, palming one of your tits and you groan, mumbling out, “S-sore, sensitive-” 

“Awe I know hon, you're sooo sensitive right now.” He tweaks your nipple and your body jolts, it makes you clench around him and he curses, he does it again and again, pulling and twisting, it’s making you practically milk him from the inside and only when he notices you tearing up does he stop. You sob out a-”Thank you”

“Don’t mention it.” He responds with a grin and his hand is between your bodies, fingers pressed to your clit and with purpose he hammers home on the place inside you that is making the pleasure radiate through your whole body and you release those hiccuping moans. You can feel another orgasm building up, but more than that, it wasn’t the first time this has happened with him, he loved to make you into as much of a mess as possible but during this time? You wanted to avoid it, you tried to warn, attempted to speak but that wasn’t happening. He mocked you for that, relentlessly, “Can’t even get a single word out, so pathetic.”

You were pathetic. You took too long and so it happened, he forced it out of you, the sting snaps, you tip over and cum but not just that, you squirt. Your thighs are already coated in half dried and tacky residue, blood has been leaking out at a startling rate, he had been fucking it out of you so the sudden and large gush, the position and pace made you paint him. It isn’t easy to get the drop on him or surprise him but his hips falter upon feeling the hot splash of liquid he looks down and it makes him moan. You weren’t over your orgasm before he starts fucking you with renewed vigor, “Holy shit, yes, just like cutting into a warm body-”

Oh my God of course. Everything mixed together so when you squirted it wasn’t just the usual clear liquid, he was already so covered in your blood, sweating from the effort, the extra wetness makes it look and feel like a massive splatter of blood was just delivered onto him. You got his chest, stomach and yes, of course, his cock currently burying balls deep into your cunt. Apparently this proves too much for him, your thighs are trembling, overstimulated, blood covered and frankly exhausted he cums. He unloads in you, a few more shallow thrusts as he wrings out every single ounce of sensation from his climax. You were heaving, totally slack but there wasn’t time to rest. He was up by your head, standing on his knees on the mattress, his fingers in your hair, tugging it up and forcing his softening cock against your lips, “You gotta clean your mess up.”

A soft hum, your eyes half open, you look up at him, his coated shaft resting against your cheek and he says, “C’mon you and I both know that you’ll do it after that make out.” 

He was right. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes you set to work, lips part and you set to it, licking, sucking, tasting the heady mix of your slick, his cum and of course the squirt and blood, all together it hits the palette in a not entirely unpleasant fashion. “There you go. Goood, knew you loved this jus' as much as me.”

He coos softly, his hand pats your cheek condescending, you didn't know about loving it just as much as him but it was fun and it did feel good. He asks, “You feelin’ better? No more pain?”

You think for a second and then slip him out of your mouth, “Damn it you bastard you were right!”

“I’m right all the time! Don’t sound so shocked!” He laughed and you protested, “I dunno, I wouldn’t say that you are right all the time.” 

“Don’t make me fuck you until you literally can’t talk back.” 

A heavy silence, you consider if you should, but then you decide it’s a good idea so you say, “I doubt you could.”

He sighs heavily, “Such a fuckin’ brat.” 

“You love me.” You state simply and your note that he doesn’t correct you.

[thesrctsoftheuniverse]

finished season 4 last night and i once again have thought i would like to write down!!!

this time written on my phone bc im on holiday and havent gotten the wifi password for my laptop yet so bare with me

- may grant!!! I love that she got a bigger role this season. she’s so great and seeing her grow and learn the same way maddie had to learn was so beautiful to watch. her relationship to her mother is complicated but beautiful and i love that athena learns to accept that may is her own person. I hope we see more of her in season 5 and i hope we see more of athena and may together as well. her listening to her mom’s phonecall to 911…. I cried

-speaking of smaller characters getting bigger roles: josh!!! i LOVED what was basically a “josh begins” episode, he ATEEEEEE that one call where he had to direct several groups of LAPD officers around.

-bobby this season made me fear for a relapse. im so glad that he didnt relapse but im scared for him and worried. I hope he and athena can talk more and tbh i would love to see him open up again to the season 1 trio. chim, hen and buck helped him get sober after his relapse, i want to see them bond and vent together!!! the episode where he and michael played detectives LMFAOO

- i think ive mostly mentioned what i loved about athena this season in previous paragraphs, her relationship with may and her relationship with bobby. i absolutely LOVE how hard she went for that missing her, i loved her rescuing bobby from that sniper. there were some excellent scenes. i love her and hen together, my bestieesssssss!!!! i do wish to see her and bobby in more vulnerable scenes together, the fight and then aftermath of it was beautiful

-hen my love. what a rollercoaster. first of all i love her mom!!! she’s so fun and clearly trying to fix whatever went wrong between them. hen at med school is sosoosososo cool and i love her med school friends. she’s so cool being in med school even with everything else. I love seeing the main cast’s friends OUTSIDE of work, it adds so much to the characters . her and karen truly are so fucking important to me. the foster daughter arc with nia was so beautiful and heartbreaking. like im sorry you KNEW this could happen. but i love that they’re open to new placements even with the pain. and denny being involved!! and being scared of being taken away!!! Pls im gonna cry, the exact fear karen has

-chimney at the beginning of the season pissed me tf off. but then he was there for maddie in person and they were amazing!! girl dad chimney!! i love him, he loves his kid so much pleaseeeeee… and him telling the people who raised him how imporant they are to him. i love his character idk guys, hes just so wonderful to me. even if he clearly didnt see the signs of maddies post partum depression

- albert literally almost dying while his niece was being brought into the world was so fucking stressful jesus christ. i love him and i love his friendship with buck. uncle besties 4 life!!!

- maddie i love you so much. she was so beautiful this season, she deserves the world. she was so ready to be a mom but then post partum depression hit :( i hope she gets better, im glad she asked for help. her and buck’s storyline this season… the secret brother… for fucks sake how shocking and how HEAVY of a burden that must be to carry for so long. I love her so much.

- buck this season going to therapy…. Damn dont get too mentally stable or else they won’t know what to do with you anymore hahahaah!! nvm watch your loveofyourlife bestie get shot in front of you, have to crawl under a truck even with your trauma to save him and then literally try to keep him alive until the hospital only to then have to tell his son what is happening. heres moreeeee traumaaaaaaaa woooohooooo!!! ngl i liked him and taylor kelly this season, i kinda wish they would remain friends but i can deal with her as a love interest for now. shes an interesting character! his whole world being turned upside down when he was just starting to get better from the therapy by her sister admitting to them having a brother and him being born for spare parts. love you king, sorry you never get to be fully happy with yourself!

- eddie diaz you absolute cutie pie. will you ever be happy? Idk but you sure were bitchy this season. i fucking LOVED it, please tell me we get your bitchy ass back for season 5. him in the jinx episode??? I laughed so hard, truly an icon. I love ana flores but that man simply doesnt know what to do with a woman like her. oranywomanforthatmatter. him and chris is always beautiful, that is MY family. he loves that kid so muchz and him putting buck in the will?? hand in marriage next…. I knew what was coming from spoilers online but him being shot and the scenes after that of buck getting him inside the truck were so fucking nerve racking and also FUN!! what a moment.

-carla is back for 2 seconds and already spitting facts LMFAO

-the jinx episode was so fun and sossoossoso good pls more of it and more of ravi as well

-the treasure hunt episode was so good too!! I love episodes where they all get a bit silly

-the dam breaking and mudslide disaster was really good, especially with may being freshly at 911 dispatch and her MOM being stuck in a house that crashed down the hill. nothing tops the tsunami tho

- i want more buck and diaz scenes. and by diaz i mean chris.

thats all i can think fo rn my brain is tired i love travelling but it makes me so tired