#echo's gonna go feral soon i think

[somestorythoughts]

Eldritch Echo - Part 7

I return. There are explanations here! The kind that answer the what and not the why, but explanations nonetheless. Someone also asks if they can eat the Chancellor, but I promise he doesn't actually want to eat him. That much corruption definitely tastes nasty. Also @mezmatch I'm not sure if I've been tagging correctly but hope this is visible.

In Coruscant, CMO Blood ignores the way the wall across from him peels away from the emerging face with stone eyes and needle-long fangs. He’s stitching a gash in the leg of one of his Corries and isn’t about to pause to look at a dramatic ARC.

“Sitrep?”

“I’ve finished with the Guard. The slicers developed something, but they were debating how to send it out last night. I don’t know if they’ve decided yet. And you?”

“I’ve got the files. Three copies with me, three with the medics you directed me to on Kamino. You sure we can’t-”

“I didn’t know you wanted to be a cannibal so badly.”

“I don’t, I’m just saying that if we ate him we’d be extra sure he wouldn’t survive.”

“A beheading is just as effective and less gross.” Blood replied, leaving the unconscious vod so he could wash his hands. “Give me one of those copies and then keep yourself busy for the next two hours. The meeting is in two and a half, and we need you to play your part in this plan.”

ARC Trooper Fives grins, eager and angry. “Don’t worry Blood. I’ll be there.”

…

In the Marauder, Wrecker approaches Echo, who’s been reading for the past hour. “We’re gonna talk about what we know about your thing. I thought you’d want to know, and since you’d probably listen in anyway I should just invite you?”

“Thanks Wrecker.” Echo replies. He’d been listening to their conversations as much to know if they wanted to kick him out as to see how their investigation was going. As a twin he’s used to looking strange from time to time, but there’s strange and there’s forcibly and painfully altered before being used to kill vod. He’s growing comfortable with his new limbs and his new team, but he hasn’t fully reached comfortable yet. And he thinks it’s mutual, maybe especially now that he’s been messing with them.

But hiding it isn’t a long-term solution, not on a ship this small. The Bad Batch says they like weird. If they’re honest about that, his tendency to occasionally grow claws and turn blue shouldn’t be a problem.

He catches Hunter’s eye when he follows Wrecker in and the Sergent shrugs. Crosshair gives Echo his usual scowl, which he uses for everything from inconvenient terrain to burned coffee, so that’s probably not too bad. “Any chance you’ll just give us an answer?”

“It’s payback.” Echo grins, needle-sharp for all of a second. “For those two times you forgot I hadn’t memorized your plans yet. And the smell of the ship. It’s also entertaining.”

“Your plans are the same kind of crazy don’t deny it.” Hunter sighs. “Can you at least agree not to lie if we ask?”

“I never lied. Not for these questions.” And it’s true. Crosshair may have gotten nowhere with his questions, but every answer Echo had given had been either blatantly ridiculous or true but vague. He’d gotten a lot of entertainment out of it this week.

“We should start by reviewing what we know.” Tech states. “Echo has some form of deviancy from the Prime that expresses itself in multiple ways. They mostly appear to be physical but has also included using his shadow to eavesdrop and talk to us when he was in another room.” He paused, then glanced up. “Incidentally, could you use that to scout ahead?”

Echo made a so-so gesture. “Depends on the terrain. I wouldn’t recommend it over someone scouting ahead in person, but it’s helped before. And I’m not separate from my shadow, I can’t pay attention to what’s in front of me and what’s in front of my shadow at the same time.”

“That is good to know.” Tech replied. “We have seen multiple examples of your shape changing in small ways, not enough to indicate your limits, though from your comment about your prosthetics I believe you either cannot alter them or are still learning how to. Is that correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Could you elaborate?”

Echo tilts his head back, frowning. He’s tried to put words to this before, he likes words, and he’s trying to remember what he’d thought then. “The changing is a bit like a reflex. You can stop it – we all did our best too while we were on Kamino – but it’s also partly automatic. My body’s still adjusting to the prosthetics so they don’t change as much on their own, and I’m still adjusting mentally, so it takes a little more effort to do something like this.”

He raised his right arm. The scomp end split apart into something like a flower, Torrent blue with red stripes.

“There are more of you then.” Hunter states.

Echo smiled, bittersweet. The sweet glowed under his irises, the bitter ached in his throat and bruised his skin as if it was trying to do more than metaphorically suffocate him. “It’s never a good idea to assume you’re entirely alone in the universe. The first pair were decommissioned within their first year. The Kaminoans like uniformity, and from what Ninety-Nine told me that first pair was way off the mark. He said it was as if all of us that came later got the message somehow, our differences were quieter as tubies. But we’ve never adhered to uniformity well.”

Echo, who found comfort in the kind of quiet minute detail-work that was essential but considered boring, who had been threatened a time too many with decommissioning, and who was often overshadowed by his louder twin, had been an exception to that norm. Not anymore.

“And who’s we?” Crosshair asked.

As fun as this game has been, he might as well wrap it up. “We’re twins Crosshair. Myself and Fives, Cobalt and Cerulean, you know that absurdly cheerful medic in the 212th? He’s another.”

“But what is a twin when we’re all clones?”

Echo shrugged. “We just are. You know how you know how to reassemble a blaster, effortlessly and thoughtlessly? It’s like that but without the endless drills. Or the way most batches pick oldest and youngest by vibes. Each twin in a set was decanted on the same day, and when we find each other, we know. Fives I, I don’t remember meeting him and if he says he does he’s lying but, we’ve always known. Someone suggested there was Force stuff involved and it’s as good an explanation as any, but I don’t think any of us knows the why of it.”

Tech and Crosshair shared a glance before Tech said, almost hesitantly, “I read the report of ARC trooper Fives’ death. But you always talk about him in the present.”

Echo’s next breath shudders. “I, I would know. He’s the other half of my soul and I would know if he was truly gone. There was this shiny in Torrent a bit before the Citadel called Dogma. He’d lost his twin a few months before being sent out and I think the only thing keeping him going was his remaining batcher and his extreme loyalty to the Republic. He told him that he felt his twin die from all the way across Tipoca City. So I’d know.”

The squad glances at each other uncertainly and anything they might have said interrupted by a beeping from the console. Tech hurried to the pilot’s seat and Hunter sighed. “Mission time boys.”

Echo shoved up from the seat. Time to get to work.

[manmuncher777]

Gojo never likes to see you cry…. Unless?

“feels good sweetheart?” The humming of the vibrator echoing out over the noises of your soaked pussy, satoru has it pressed into your clit, moving it in small circles eagerly as he perched beside you on the bed. He strutted in to you having some alone time and decided to “lend you a helping hand” as he put it.

That was an hour ago. He had pulled Two? Three? Orgasms from you. You couldn’t even remember anymore. All you can think about is how worked up you feel, wound tight as another ground shaking orgasm approached. The white haired man never letting up his assault, just cooing softly each time you came. Your legs trembling as you soaked your bedsheets, the overstimulation had you drenched. Hot tears streamed down you face now, you couldn’t stop them. You could feel them brimming before your first orgasm, and now Gojo had you so far gone that you were sobbing for him.

He has groaned at the sight “There she is”

“ yes ye yesss- Toru fuck!” You writhed around on the bed, confusing from the overstimulation, your legs begging for relief.

“Shh sweetheart, just let go.” He leaned over and his cologne filled your nose. His soft lips kissing away the tears that continued to fall as you cried out for him. The salty liquid resting on his lips. Your face hot and slightly puffy at how long you’d been like this. For some reason that cloudy feeling of crying just made it feel 10x better. The foggy mess in your mind allowing you just accept everything he was giving you. It was light every nerve on your body was on fire.

“I got you baby, you look so pretty like this.” It was true, Satoru thought you looked fucking angelic, he had never seen you look so perfect. This perfect lips of your all glossy now, red and swollen from kisses. Your eyes glazed over, shining with the tears he had caused. It was something he loved, to bring you to tears because he made you feel good. Gojo never liked to make you cry, but this was the only exception. The only time you crying turned him on was when it was from pleasure. It made him hard as a rock. He used his free hand to palm himself through his joggers at the sight. So feral just to see you submit to him so nicely, begging him for more, sobbing so sweetly

“Toru- ‘gonna cum, fuckkk” your breathy voice gasped out, your orgasm soon approaching once more.

“I know sweets, ‘m here, let go for me”

[little-wicked10]

buy me presents🎁

Summary: Soldier Boy can’t help his obsession with his little Beverly Hills beauty and spoils her for Christmas.

Warnings: Smut 18+, cursing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, daddy kink, sugar daddy vibes, possessive behavior, subspace, degrading, praise kink, creampie, and lots of other goodies🔞☃️

Notes: OBVIOUSLY inspired by “buy me presents” by Sabrina Carpenter. I went REALLY feral with this one🤭 Merry Christmas @jays-bonnie-on-the-side 🎄

//

“I sure wish you were coming here for Christmas, daddy,” she purred into the phone, twirling the cord around her manicured finger.

Ben groaned on the other end of the line, “Gonna get me hard on set, doll. Don’t be naughty. You know I got a shit ton of PR bullshit to do ‘round here.”

“I’m starting to think you don’t wanna buy me any presents,” she pouted her red lips.

His chuckle in her ear sent tingles across her skin, “I’m startin’ to think all you want is my black card.”

“That’s not true!” she playfully whined, “I want your dick too.”

Ben smirked, “I know you do, baby. Daddy’s been dyin’ without that sweet lil’ pussy on his dick, his mouth, his fingers.”

He was trying to tease her, but his plan backfired when he felt his dick strain in his pants. The little pathetic whimper he heard made it twitch. “Shit, you better not be playin’ with yourself!” he growled.

“N-No, I’m not, daddy. But, you’re being so mean and unfair,” she whined.

“I know, honey, I’m just a bastard, aren’t I?” his cocky tone made her groan in annoyance, “Keep bein’ nice, and Santa is gonna spoil the shit out of his Vixen.”

She moaned and rubbed her thighs together at the playful name. Damn Vought for making him work. Damn the modeling agency for making her work. She’d give anything to skip her latest photoshoots to be back in the arms of her Supe lover. It’s been weeks since the last time she was wrapped around him, and the ache was starting to get unbearable. Chills trickled down her spine remembering the way he slammed the head board of his Alaskan King bed into the plaster as he felt her creaming all over his pistoning cock. By the time she had to leave for Beverly Hills, the whole damn tower knew her name.

As the memories swirled in her lust riddled eyes, a whimper slipped from her painted lips. Ben’s deep groan pulled her from her thoughts. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby? Thinkin’ about how daddy had your naked body pressed against the cold glass of his penthouse last time you were here? ‘Cause I think about that all the time. How hard your nipples got, how our body heat fogged up the glass, how you soaked the carpet underneath us by the time I was done with ya,” he grabbed his bulge, “Bet those assholes in make up had a hell of a time coverin’ up all those hickeys.”

She clutched the phone tighter in her hand, panting and moaning into the receiver. He didn’t play fair. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself unless he said so, and he rarely said so. Soldier Boy was a glutton for her suffering and neediness, for those desperate pleas for sweet release. She only disobeyed him once, concluding he couldn’t possibly tell the difference, but he certainly did. The punishment was fucking herself on him while he didn’t do shit, simply sitting back and smoking a joint while she weakly tried to get off without his help. Absolute torture.

“Please, let me touch myself, daddy,” she whined pathetically, “Could be an early Christmas present.”

His laugh made a pit of disappointment settle in her stomach, “Nuh uh, sugar tits. You can wait till I get there next week.” Suddenly, there was the sound of voices in the background. The supe barked at them to fuck off he’d be there in a minute. “I gotta go, honey.”

She pouted, “Fine.”

“Be good, Vixen,” he chuckled, “Santa’s coming to town real soon.”

They were having way too much fun with the Christmas themed teasing.

//

It was around 10 o’clock the next night when a knock echoed through her empty home. She’d fallen asleep draped across the couch waiting on their nightly call. She yawned as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Adjusting her silk robe, she slipped off the couch and padded towards the door. She wondered who could possibly be knocking this late as she slipped down the main hallway. A familiar figure came into view, identity hidden by the frosty privacy glass around the door. She didn’t need to see his face to know who was standing on her front porch. A delighted squeal left her lips as she rushed towards the door and flung it open.

“Ho, Ho, Ho,” Ben smirked.

“You better not have any other ho’s,” she playfully scolded, “What are you doing here? I thought you had PR with Vought.”

“Yeah, I told those fuckers to gargle my ballsack I gotta see my lady,” he smiled.

Removing the duffel from his shoulder, he swept her into his arms and walked into her home. The metal buckles of his suit were cold through the thin silk of her robe and pajamas. Lipstick marked his skin with every kiss she bestowed upon his handsome face. “Save some of those kisses for later, honey. You know how much I love lipstick on my cock,” he growled into her ear.

“Depends on what Santa got me before I decide if I’m feelin’ generous,” she teased.

“Well then let’s get to openin’,” he smiled as he carried her into the beautifully decorated living room.

Once he set her down, she bounced onto the couch, sitting on her knees patiently. Ben sat next to her with a huff and swiftly unzipped the black bag. She giggled excitedly as he began pulling out the most gorgeously wrapped gifts and set them on the coffee table. The paper was a shiny baby pink wrapped with a velvet hot pink ribbon. Once all the presents were spread out for her to pick apart, the supe propped a foot up and lit a cigar. She took a moment to admire the handy work of some poor intern at Vought Ben had most likely intimidated into doing it. Soldier Boy didn’t wrap gifts.

He watched with an amused grin as his spoiled lover suddenly perched herself on his knee and opened every expensive gift he’d picked out: beautiful jewels from Cartier and Tiffany (he couldn’t decide which was better so he went with both), designer clothes and shoes from her favorite name brands, lingerie, and even a sable fur coat.

“Ben! Oh my god, baby! Is this real?!?” she gasped as she held the fur to her chest.

“Of course it’s real. Only the best for you,” he smirked as smoke curled from his perfect lips.

She wrapped her arms around his strong neck and passionately kissed his lips, tasting his cigar. A large hand held her waist as he slipped his tongue against hers. She was quick to face him and straddle his lap properly, “I’m feelin’ very grateful, Santa. I must have been an awful good girl to get all these presents.”

Ben squeezed the plush of her ass, “It’s the naughty things that got you on my nice list, Vixen. And, Santa’s got one more for ya.”

“Oh I can feel it,” she ground her hips down into his.

He clenched his teeth and groaned, “Not that. That’s in a minute.”

Ben picked her up and placed her on the couch, setting his cigar in an ashtray. Kneeling down before her, he took her right leg in his grasp, resting her foot against his shoulder. She leaned back and shivered as his soft lips and rough beard tickled her ankle. They dragged up towards her calf, smirking into her skin when he heard her quiet moan. His free hand reached into his pocket to pull out a small silver chain with a charm dangling from it. The metal was warm as he wrapped it around her slender ankle. Once it was clasped and freely hanging, Ben sat back to let her look at it.

“An anklet?” she asked curiously.

“Mmhm. Look at the charm,” he encouraged.

She removed her foot from his shoulder and tucked her leg against her body, looking down to admire the charm. It was an exact replica of the metal eagle patches on the upper arms of his suit. Her fingers felt engravings on the back. Flipping it around, she read the words, ‘Property of Soldier Boy.’

“I would have paid for a tattoo, but I know that’s not your style. This is muuuuch sexier,” he brought her ankle back to his chest, admiring the silver gleaming in the dim light, “Had it made special for ya. Something pretty to dangle in your face when I’ve got ya bent in half.”

“Isn’t that what your face is for?” she teased as she push her foot against his chest.

With a deep chuckle, he caught her behind both knees and yanked her legs open, pulling her to the edge of the couch, “It’s also a little reminder of who owns this ass.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, “Make sure no body touches what’s yours, daddy?”

“Oh nobody would ever dare come near ya. If not from my lil’ reminder, then your expensive taste would bleed’em dry,” he leaned forward and kissed her neck.

She thread her fingers through his soft hair, “Your fault for spoiling me so much. Ruined me for any other man with that black card and thick dick.”

“Damn fuckin’ straight, honey,” he bit down hard where her neck and shoulder met, “Ya gonna let me unwrap my present now? Drink you like a warm glass of milk? Santa’s pretty thirsty.”

She nodded with a sweet sigh as his hands began to roam her body with determination. A moan slipped from her throat when he sucked on her jawline below her ear. Small hands slipped down his body and expertly began to unbuckle his suit. Ben let go of her long enough to slip it off. Her flimsy robe went next as his hands greedily shoved up under her tank top, groping her breasts in his large hands. She whimpered as he bit her lip and pinched her nipples.

“Fuck me, I missed these tits so much,” he groaned. She moaned into his mouth and ground her hips into his abdomen. The warmth from her pussy radiated through her flimsy shorts and into his skin. Every pass of her hips made her wetter, soaking through the silk. “C’mere,” Ben yanked her closer to wrap her legs around his waist and stood up.

It was a quick sprint up the stairs before entering her bedroom. He tossed her to the mattress, and she bounced, tits jiggling beautifully. “Naked. Now,” the order was gruff as he began unbuckling his belt. The green of his eyes turned dark watching her slip out of the cute little sleeping set. Only thing left on her body was a silver anklet and a sultry smile. She maneuvered herself on the bed to lay on her stomach, face inches from his hips. Ben’s gaze never left hers as he tossed his boots and pants aside.

He had a cocky swagger as his hard dick bobbed with every step. Her mouth watered, and she licked her lips at the sight. A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest, running his fingers through her hair before taking a handful, “I know that look, doll.” She bit her lip and stared up at him through her lashes, her crossed ankles swaying in the air. She leant forward and placed a bright red kiss mark at the base of his cock. He shuddered at the feel of her soft lips and warm breath.

Just as he asked, she decorated his cock in her lipstick. First, leaving kiss marks all the way up to his head. They all began to smear once she took him into her mouth, bobbing up and down until she was ready to take more. The hand tangled in her hair started guiding her as his hips started fucking into her mouth. Tears burned in her eyes, mascara beginning to run, but she kept going. He was taking it easy on her considering how long it had been since the last time they’d fucked.

“That’s my girl. You remember how to do this. Relax your throat a lil’ more for daddy,” Ben growled, “J-Just like that. Fuck, you’re such a good girl!”

She moaned around his length.

“Gonna cum down that pretty throat, honey,” he growled, “Swallow it. Fuckin’ swallow it!”

Her throat constricted around his girth as he came. He slowly began to pull his cock out, still throbbing and squirting into her mouth. He smeared the head of his dick against her tongue. She held her tongue out to show the last of his essence before swallowing. Ben kneeled with a sly grin and wiped her tears with his thumb, “That’s my good lil’ slut.” Her eyes were glazed over and her lips wet as she nuzzled into his hand. He suddenly picked her up and laid her against the plush pillows.

He caught her shamelessly watching his muscles stretch and flex as he laid on his stomach, throwing her legs over his broad shoulders. The tinkling of the anklet made a feral feeling settle in his body. “Your turn,” he grinned.

“Oh daddy!” she cried as his mouth enveloped her pussy.

The way he swirled his tongue around her clit then dip into her entrance made her begin to pant. Tiny, pathetic whimpers escaped her lips as she tried to roll her hips against him. The scratch of his beard her favorite sensation when he went down on her. Ben moaned and shook his head side to side, letting his tongue and facial hair rub against her sensitive folds. “I fucking love your beard, daddy! I want beard burn on my pussy!” she cried. His chuckle vibrated against her. He loved the sound of her desperate babbling.

Her small hands grasped at his hair frantically when he stuck his tongue inside her and ran his thumb over her clit. The calluses on his fingers added to the sparks tingling her nerve endings. She suddenly arched her back to rub her pussy against his face more. Two thick fingers replaced his tongue, and he sucked her clit into his mouth. Hooking his fingers, he assaulted that sensitive little spot inside her.

She nearly screamed as the damn burst, and she gushed all over his face and hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! YES, DADDY!” she screamed.

Ben’s groan vibrated through her and helped in adding to her pleasure. Her body trembled and spasmed as the waves crashed over her. Her first orgasm quickly bled into another as he kept up the pace. He only stopped when she began to push his head away and whine. “T-Too much, daddy! Need your cock! Now! P-Please!” she hiccuped.

His hot breath panted against her abused center. Their eyes met, and he could swear he saw cute little pink hearts in her blown pupils. Sitting up on his knees, Ben wiped his beard before pulling her hips to his. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his massive length rested against her slick sex. He held her hips in his hands as he watched her large breasts heave with each pant that escaped her bitten lips.

“Those fuckers you work for should put this image right here on the cover,” he felt her pussy lips clench on the underside of his cock, “Fuck, you like the idea of people seein’ what a cock drunk lil’ whore you are, baby?”

She dumbly nodded, not a thought forming in her fuzzy, lust-fueled mind.

Ben rut his hips back and forth, coating himself in her slick, “That face right there is why Santa was so good to you this year. Ain’t even put it in yet and you’re already a fucked dumb whore.”

She whined and whimpered, hips wiggling in anticipation as he notched his tip at her entrance. The need burned deep in her stomach, but she was being patient for him.

“My fucked dumb whore. My pretty lil’ slut,” he started to press his hips forward, “My favorite girl. Daddy’s spoiled princess.”

Ben moaned as her cunt clenched around him at his praises. He was a possessive son of a bitch, and feeling that anklet pressing between his lower back and her ankle made him fucking animalistic. His right hand slid from her hip to circle her clit with his thumb. She cried out and he moaned when their hips were flush together, tip kissing the back of her cervix. She never got tired of that overly full feeling only he could give her. That sweet stretching of her opening was addicting. Ben leaned over her, left hand holding her hip while right leaning against the mattress next to her head. Just as she was about to beg for him to move, his hips snapped forward. Each thrust hard and deliberate in reshaping her plush, velvet walls to his cock again.

Small hands held on to his strong neck and broad shoulders as her eyes watched his abs flex. She drooled over the way his body looked as he fucked her. She didn’t know what possessed her mind to conjure it, but she thought he was so pretty. Prettier than any gift he’d gotten her. It was odd to think of a man so ruggedly handsome as pretty. His forest green eyes dark with lust, his long hair hanging in his face, perfect smile adorning his face every time she cried out his name. It was beautiful.

“Sss…ssso pretty, d-daddy,” her right hand skimmed down his chest, red nails tracing down his V-line, “Prettier t-than m-me.”

Ben chuckled down leaned down on his forearm to brush his lips against her cheek, “Not prettier than you, baby, but I appreciate the compliment. Ya like daddy’s pretty cock inside ya?”

She gasped when he picked up his thrusts. The way her nails kept tickling his V-line made him shudder. Suddenly, he took her hands in his, intertwining their fingers and holding them above her head. Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips as he drove into her deeper. The only sound leaving her lips ‘uh, uh, uh’ over and over again. He sucked on her neck, leaving large bruises all over her neck. Each love bite soothed over with the pass of his tongue.

Her whole body was tingling and writhing. This was why he didn’t want her to play with herself. Her body was so sensitive and responsive to him it was insane. Selfishly, he wanted her to only get pleasure from him. Only cum when he wants her to, in the way he wants her to, however many times he wants her to. She was completely at his mercy, addicted to his touch. He suddenly flipped them, placing her on top before letting go of her hands to wrap his arms around her. She slipped hers around his neck and head, grasping his brown locks to make him look her in the eye.

His thrusts continued at a brutal pace. His teeth bit into her bottom lip as she moaned and trembled. When his right hand trailed up her spine, he took a fist full of her hair and pulled her mouth to his. The mind melting way he kissed her made her move her hips more with his thrusts. Suddenly, his left hand moved down to harshly grab and slap her ass. He swallowed her gasp when he suddenly circled his finger around the hole he wasn’t fucking. “O-Oh, fuck, baby!” he stuttered as her inner walls choked his cock, “Didn’t know you wanted daddy to play with your asshole, did ya?”

She could only whine, enjoying the constant circling of his middle finger over the small hole. The way their bodies pressed together made her rub her clit against his pelvis. She frantically rode him as he kept fucking up into her. Her voice went up higher in pitch the closer she came to exploding. “Look at you! Gettin’ off to daddy teasing your ass and fucking you raw. I’m gonna have to pull out.”

She gasped and held him tighter, nearly sobbing, “No! D-Don’t pull out, daddy! Stay i-inside! Want…huh…it inside!”

Ben smirked at the sound she made when he ground the tip of his dick into her cervix. He fucked her like a beast, primal need driving him to claim her in the most feral ways possible. And, she was going to let him for as long as he pleased. Her orgasm hit them both like a truck. She dug her nails into his chest, screaming and whimpering as she squirted all over his lap. The wet sounds filling the room were fucking obscene. It sounded like a dog drinking water as he kept ramming into her.

“Oh fuck, you can’t stop,” he laughed, “You can’t stop cummin’, can ya? This pussy won’t stop squirtin’!”

She let out little panting whines as her body jerked and convulsed. A scream of ecstasy came from her mouth when Ben hooked the tip of his finger into her asshole and slammed her on his cock. Both nearly blacked out as he came deep inside her with a loud roar that bled into a moan. The way her walls constricted and tried to push him out made him pump harder, deeper, forcing her sensitive body to spasm around his cock.

The two rode their highs, gently rutting against one another. Sweat clung to her skin while only a light sheen dusted the his. It would take a couple of rounds before the supe truly broke out in a sweat. Ben whispered sweet things in her ear as she floated down to earth.

“You did good, baby. Daddy’s so proud of ya,” he cooed into her ear, hands moving soothingly over her skin, “Best Christmas present I could’a asked for.”

She only hummed as she littered his chest and neck with kisses. Neither moved from their position, staying as close as possible. She stayed pressed against the expanse of his chest as he leaned over and took a joint from the night stand. The lighter flicked to life and the smell of weed filled the air. Her mind was still foggy and lightheaded, snuggled up in a syrupy sweet state. If he pulled out right now, she’d throw a desperate and pitiful tantrum, but he had no intention of leaving her insides any time soon.

Ben heard her heart rate slow and breathing begin to equalize. Her mouth nuzzled against his jaw playfully as her hands wondered over his muscles, “I have a present for you, daddy.”

“Another one? The only present I want is to do THIS until one of us passes out,” he smirked.

“We do that all the time,” she giggled, “Grab the black folder from the drawer.”

Holding the joint between his lips, he once again reached to the small table. He opened the drawer to find black folder with his Supe name printed on the cover in silver letters. Ben settled back onto the bed and opened the gift to reveal a spectacular sight. Picture after picture of her in the most revealing, jaw-dropping lingerie, while posed in the most ball-achingly, sinfully delicious positions.

“Holy shit! When did you do this?” he asked looking down at her.

Her giggle turned into a whimper as she felt him begin to throb and harden inside her, “Playboy asked to do a shoot with me a few weeks ago. I asked Hugh if I could borrow the set up for something special for America’s Hero.”

The more he kept flipping through the glossy pictures, the stiffer he became inside her. She weakly pushed herself up to sit up and on his dick. By the time he tossed the folder on the bed, she was rolling her hips and frantically fucking herself on him like a bitch in heat. “You read my fuckin’ mind, doll,” he moaned as she took his large hands and placed them on her tits.

“One…one more…present,” she panted, hands encouraging his to be rougher with her chest.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from where his dick disappeared inside her, “Thought I was supposed to spoil you? What else did ya get me?”

Her eyes had been pinched closed, but she pried them open to look at him. She bit her lip before finally letting it slip, “I want you to f-fuck me at H-Herogasm. In front of everyone, daddy!”

Ben almost came again, “Goddamnit, seriously?!? Are you for real?”

She nodded frantically as she kept bouncing, “Only you. N-No one else!”

His head thumped against the headboard as he groaned in deep satisfaction, fingers pinching her nipples, “Just me, honey, you got it! Christ on a cross! I think I’m in love!”

She let out a breathy giggle, eyes rolling into the back of her head, “M-Merry Christmas, daddy.”

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas, baby,” he moaned.

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Have a very Nonsense Christmas🎄💋

[haechansdoll]

so perfect, i can't stop - ml x reader

Pairing : Lee Mark x f!Reader

Description : Mark is too horny, and he uses you non stop

Warnings : sex,sex and sex.

“you’re gonna lose it as soon as I put my cock in your pussy” Mark sneers, gripping the plush of your thighs and scooting you closer to his stiff, bare cock. your hands find homage on his shoulders, as he grabs a handful of your ass lifting you on his length. he doesn’t realize the heat cascading from your cunt, your folds brushing across his cockhead, “fuck.” He whispers. His fingers bleed into your thighs, eager hips bouncing subconsciously on his cock—sliding down till your flush against his lap. “jesus fucking christ angel.. didn’t know you were such an eager little thing.” You blush, and he smirks.

 “Don’t be shy.” He says, tilting your chin up as he bottoms out releasing a sultry moan, “you been hiding this perfect pussy from me this whole time? fuck.”

He wishes he could just keep you still, allow his cock to immerse in your sweet juices, tight velvet walls milking him dry, caresses your skin with his tongue—keep his fingers dancing on the skin but Mark just can’t do that. he has to feel more—his hips bucking up, cock curving against your spongy spot and you’re unraveling, whimpering when he takes the plunge and rams his cock harder upwards inside you. “want me to fill this pussy up, huh? feel my cum in your tummy for fucking days?”

Mark’s eyes grow dark, dropping the facade of pussy drunk and fully feral, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck and slamming a hand down to move your hips harder on him, “never gonna fuck you with anything else but my raw cock princess, fuckin’ perfect for me.” you whine and moan against him, barely containing yourself.

“M-Mark—slow down” your whimpers left dull on his ear, mark raises his level of vision back to your disheveled face. “c-can’t help it angel—pussy so fuckin’ good” he throws his head back, his usually brown orbs clouded into a pitch black haze. He’s struggling—hips so sloppily drilling into your cunt. he’s thinking of the aftermath, your hole spilling out his cum and the wetness—how fucking wet and warm your hole will be when he pumps load after load inside you.

“fuck!” your ears vibrate against the shrill moan he echoes through the room, Mark drags his body back down mindlessly pounding into you. a high—the ecstasy laced bliss induced from his raw—untouched cock dragging against your velvet walls. and the tightness—have you always been this tight? he can’t stop thinking of those fucking thoughts. How much cum could you really take though? would Mark have to push it back in or just pump another load? The questions pile up while Mark feels your pussy clench around him and that’s where everything goes numb. A shiver that starts at the back of his neck, crawling its way to his cock and he finally—fills your cunt to the brim, gasping when he’s quick to pull out. He’s mesmerized by his seed oozing out of your messy hole and Mark is already pushing his cum right back in with his cock because what’s a better way to make it stick then with another pretty white load?

Mark inhales a long drawn out breath, steadily hoisting you over his cock for the second time that night. He flickers his eyes to you before casting his gaze back down—he wants to watch his bare cock disappear inside your pussy, something that he will never grow old of. “s-shit” he groans, brows furrowed while you sink down completely, pink dusts his cheeks and his body falls limb under you. he’s’ mortified how much his cock is twitching, swelling at the head while he just basks in the feeling. Once a sign of nerves coats his arm, he immediately throws it over his face gasping when you start to bounce on his cock.

Mark can’t look at you right now, it’d be too much. ..one thing is going raw —but your slick guiding his cock inside your spongy walls but it’s another just to see you. your fingers gripping against your mounds, hips faultlessly moving to a sedate pace while your slick paints his thighs. Marks eyes knock white under his arm, slinging the limb aside to cast it on your hip, “god your pussy is so fucking good” Mark stutters, dragging your cunt on his length. he almost looks disoriented—the way his face has grown a sheen sheet of sweat, cheeks bright pink and his lips—so pretty and glossy, puffy and small gusts of air excluding from it. “don’t stop please, fuck!” Mark screws his eyes shut, he’ll relish this feeling in his mind—carelessly bouncing you on his cock, and even if he came, he won’t stop—even if his cock is spent, tip so sensitive and aching for a break, he cannot simply stop.—not when it feels this fucking good.

Mark feels like he can’t breathe, lungs persuading blue as he continues to slam his cock in your hole, head tipping over and crashing into your neck but you only let out a whimper. “p-princess” he mumbles in your skin, shakily gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, “i think im gonna cum” you feel him shake as he spills inside of you. Deep groans coating your neck, the mess accumulating on your thighs, you can call out his name but he won’t answer—almost like he’s mute, mouth filled with gasps and gurgles and his cock—swelling and dragging along your walls. he knows it’s not enough—just one more time. He thinks. He needs more reeling his hips back to push the cum deeper and deeper. “s-so good for me—fuck—pussy made for me” Mark is barely moving, hips shifting on their own as he continues pulling airy moans to the surface. struggling to hold on to your body while he dives headfirst into another high, senses overcome by pure desire—he’s chasing another tranquil abyss. knees digging into the sheets below you, arms wrapped around your body and his face pressed firmly against the crevice of your neck. He can’t go back now.

[cosmiclily]

ugh, here i go again, can i ask for a (really) jealous Vi?

the os "when she sees me" with Ellie (hope is ellie from tlou), made me think in other scenario, where reader and Ellie are good friends, but Vi doesn't like Ellie that much, cause she knows that Ellie likes reader and she's trying to make a move, but reader it's clueless about it, maybe college au?

so, if you can and want to do it, here's my request 🩷

★ jealousy jealousy

vi x f!reader

wc: 3k

notes: jealous vi save me!!! (it was ellie from tlou but i’ve never played it i just think she’s hot 😝). i really liked this, hope you enjoy it! 💕 thank you for the request heehee

Vi was jealous — that much was painfully obvious. She hated how Ellie seemed to be everywhere, how she looked at you, how she touched you, how she talked to you like she owned the right to your attention. It wasn’t subtle either; Vi’s jealousy burned so brightly that half your friend group had started a bet. The stakes? Whether you’d finally clue in to how hopelessly in love Vi was, or if she’d snap and punch Ellie in the face for never giving you a moment alone.

“God, she’s everywhere. She’s like a fucking leech, sucking Y/N’s energy all the time,” Vi grumbled, stabbing at her lunch with unnecessary force. She barely touched her food, too focused on watching you in line at the cafeteria. Ellie had one arm slung over your shoulder, leaning in too close, her smile just a little too flirty. And, of course, you were blissfully unaware — which was a talent of yours, honestly. You had a downright supernatural ability to miss the fact that people had feelings for you.

“And you don’t have the balls to do anything about it,” Jinx snorted, shoveling mac and cheese into her mouth like her life depended on it. “If you stopped being a total wuss and, I don’t know, confessed already, maybe you wouldn’t have to sit here glaring at them like a fucking creep.”

Vi shot her sister a deadly look, jaw clenching so tight it could crack. “I am not a creep.”

“Okay, stalker,” Jinx said, licking cheese off her spoon. “You’re like two seconds away from growling at her like some feral animal. And, honestly? I think Ellie likes the attention.”

“I’m not giving her attention.”

Jinx cackled. “Yeah? So why do you know exactly how many times she’s touched Y/N’s arm in the last five minutes?”

Vi opened her mouth to argue, but just then, you and Ellie started making your way over to the table, laughing at something she said. Vi immediately straightened up, shoulders squared like she was bracing for impact.

“Hi, Vi!” You slid into the seat next to her, offering her a small, shy wave. “Where is everyone else?”

Vi’s heart skipped, the frustration temporarily fading just from hearing your voice. “Uh, I think Ekko and Cait are still in class,” she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. “Jinx and I were just hanging out.”

Ellie plopped down on the other side of you, and Vi had to physically restrain herself from rolling her eyes.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Ellie said, pointing between you and Vi with a shit-eating grin as she leaned her chin on her hand. She said it like a joke, but there was that undercurrent of smugness — like she knew exactly where to twist the knife.

Vi stiffened, her fingers curling into fists under the table so tightly her knuckles went white. Jinx, meanwhile, didn’t even try to hide her glee, practically choking on her drink as she watched her sister suffer.

You blinked, completely oblivious to the tension radiating across the table. “Oh! No, we’re just friends,” you said, waving a hand dismissively. “I hang out with Vi all the time.”

Vi felt like someone had punched her in the gut. Just friends. The words echoed in her head, sharp and unforgiving.

Jinx kicked Vi under the table, leaning close to mutter, “If you don’t do something soon, she’s gonna end up dating Ellie out of sheer obliviousness.”

Vi clenched her jaw, her pulse hammering in her ears. She wasn’t sure which would happen first — her heart imploding from how badly she wanted you, or her patience finally snapping in half.

Either way, something was going to break.

“Did you guys hear about the party the girls from the football team are hosting?” you asked, poking at your salad with your fork. Vi watched as a crumb slipped from your sandwich and rested on your chin, her fingers twitching with the urge to wipe it away. You looked so effortlessly cute like that, and it took everything in her not to reach out and brush it off — or worse, lick it off.

“Oh yeah, it’s an annual thing they do,” Ellie chimed in. “Do you wanna go?”

And just like that, the moment was ruined. Vi’s brain screeched to a halt. Any thought of crumbs or lingering touches evaporated the second Ellie opened her mouth. The idea of you at a party, laughing and dancing, with Ellie glued to your side all night? It made Vi feel like her chest was caught in a vice.

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you mused, chewing thoughtfully. Then you turned to Vi, your eyes bright and expectant. “What do you think, Vi?”

Vi’s brain short-circuited. “Huh?”

Jinx bit down on her fist to keep from laughing, her shoulders shaking with poorly contained amusement. “Smooth” she coughed, barely covering the sound of her giggles.

Vi cleared her throat, rubbing the back of her neck to cover how flushed she felt. “Uh, yeah. I think it would be cool” she said, her voice awkward and stilted. “To go, you know... to the party.”

Ellie grinned like a cat who’d cornered a mouse. “Perfect! Maybe we can all pregame together.” She reached over and wiped the crumb off your chin with her thumb, her touch lingering just a little too long.

Vi felt her jaw clench so hard it hurt.

“Ellie, don’t be weird” you laughed, swatting her hand away, completely unaware of the way Vi was mentally preparing herself to throw hands.

“Sorry, sorry,” Ellie said, but she didn’t sound sorry. “Just looking out for my girl.”

Vi couldn’t take it anymore. She slammed her fists down on the table, the sound echoing through the cafeteria like a gunshot. “Okay, what the fuck is your deal?”

The table fell silent. Even Jinx looked surprised, eyes flicking between her sister and Ellie like she was watching a live soap opera unfold.

“My deal?” Ellie blinked, feigning innocence, though her smirk gave her away. “I’m just being friendly, Vi. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

Vi leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table, her eyes burning with barely contained rage. “Friendly? You’re all over her like a parasite.”

Your eyes widened, glancing between the two of them. “Vi, what are you talking about?”

Vi swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming like a war drum. She knew she was seconds away from saying something she couldn’t take back — something that would rip her heart out and hand it to you, whether you wanted it or not.

She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling like she’d just run a marathon. Her fingers twitched at her sides, itching to either punch something (or someone) or grab your hand and beg you to understand. But instead, she shut down.

“Just… forget it” she muttered, her voice tight and raw. She shoved her chair back so hard it screeched against the floor, standing up and storming out of the cafeteria without another word, leaving behind a heavy, suffocating silence.

You sat there, stunned, your lunch suddenly forgotten. Jinx picked at her food like this was just another tuesday, only sparing you a side glance as you stared after Vi, confusion gnawing at your chest.

“What… just happened?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jinx shrugged, stuffing a fry in her mouth. “That? That was my sister throwing a tantrum.” She wiped her hands on her pants and leaned back in her chair. “Congrats, you broke her.”

“I didn’t do anything!” you protested, rubbing your temples.

“Exactly” Jinx said, pointing at you with her fork like she’d just delivered some life-altering revelation.

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After the tantrum —as Jinx so helpfully called it— Vi avoided you for the rest of the week. She skipped lunch, disappeared from your usual hangouts, and even left group chats on read. You hated to admit it, but her absence left this gaping, hollow ache in you, like something essential had been ripped away.

You missed her.

The way she always saved you a seat, how she’d absentmindedly play with the hem of your shirt when you sat close, or how she’d walk you to class even when it was out of her way. You missed her laugh, her stupid jokes, and the way she always looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

And the worst part? Ellie didn't disappear. If anything, she was around even more — sticking to you like glue, inviting herself over to your dorm to "study," and draping herself over you like a human blanket anytime you sat down.

Which led to you finally cracking.

“What do you think Vi meant by Ellie being all over me like a parasite?” you asked Caitlyn during one of your walks through campus. The two of you had become fast friends on the first day of college — you’d been hopelessly lost, and Caitlyn had looked so smart and put together that you’d mistaken her for an upperclassman. Turns out she was just a very organized freshman with an almost scary level of preparedness.

Caitlyn gave you a look like you’d just asked her if the sky was blue. “Are you serious?”

You frowned, shoving your hands in your hoodie pockets. “What? I don’t get it.”

Caitlyn stopped walking, turning to face you. “Y/N, Ellie is always all over you. It’s actually painful to watch sometimes. She hangs off you like a needy koala.”

You scratched your arm awkwardly, heat creeping up your neck. “She’s just being friendly…”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, yeah, because friends totally caress your arm every time they talk to you and pull you into their laps at parties.”

“I say on her lap once, and it was because there weren’t enough chairs” you argued weakly.

Caitlyn snorted. “There were plenty of chairs.” She started walking again, and you had to jog a little to catch up. “Look, I get it — you’re a little oblivious, and that’s fine. But you can’t seriously tell me you haven’t noticed how she only acts like that when Vi’s around.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died on your tongue. Because the truth was… you had noticed. At first, you thought Ellie was just affectionate, but the way she ramped it up anytime Vi got within a ten-foot radius of you? The way she’d cling to your arm and flirt way too hard whenever Vi was watching?

It felt intentional.

And now that you were thinking about it, Vi always got quiet when Ellie was around. She’d stiffen, her whole body tensing up like she was ready for a fight. And those looks she gave Ellie — sharp and burning, like she wanted to tear her apart?

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“... Oh my God” you whispered, stopping in your tracks.

Caitlyn turned around, tilting her head. “Finally catching up?”

You stared at her, your pulse ringing in your ears. “Vi likes me.”

Caitlyn’s mouth fell open in mock surprise. “No way.“

You felt dizzy, your mind racing through every interaction you’d ever had with Vi — every lingering touch, every lingering stare, every time she showed up at your door with your favorite snack just because.

Vi had feelings for you. Vi had feelings for you.

And you might’ve just broken her heart without even realizing it.

“I have to find her,” you blurted out, already turning on your heel.

Caitlyn chuckled, watching you sprint across campus like your life depended on it. “Go get your girl, Y/N.”

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You looked everywhere you could think of — the gym, the cafeteria, the library, the field. But Vi was nowhere to be found. You tried calling her, over and over, but every call went to voicemail. She’d gone full ghost mode, ignoring all your messages like you didn’t even exist.

Your chest tightened, frustration and guilt tangling together like vines. You hated the thought of her hurting, especially because of you.

There was only one place left to check: the roof.

It was your shared hideout — a quiet escape from the noise of campus life. Sometimes the two of you would sneak up there to talk for hours, and on rare nights when you could slip past security, you’d lay side by side, staring at the stars until you fell asleep.

It had been a while since you’d done that.

Your heart thudded as you climbed the stairs, the metal door creaking as you pushed it open. Cool air rushed past you, the evening sky stretching endlessly above, painted in soft hues of purple and gold as the sun dipped below the horizon.

And there she was.

Vi sat on the ledge, legs dangling over the side, her back to you. She had a small flask in her hand, though it looked like she hadn’t actually drunk from it. The cap remained on, and she just kept passing it from one hand to the other, over and over, like she needed something to do with her hands.

“Vi?” you called out, voice barely above a whisper.

Her shoulders tensed, but she didn’t turn around. “Go away, Y/N.”

Your chest ached at the sound of her voice — low and rough, like she’d been holding back tears all day. But you weren’t about to give up. Not now.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, stepping onto the roof and letting the door slam shut behind you. The sound echoed across the rooftop, but Vi still didn’t move. “Not until you talk to me.”

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

You walked closer, cautiously, like she might disappear if you got too close. “Vi, please,” you said, voice softening. “You’ve been avoiding me all week. You stormed out of the cafeteria like I personally stabbed you in the heart. I don’t understand what I did wrong.”

Vi finally turned to face you, her eyes red-rimmed and tired, her jaw clenched so tight you thought her teeth might crack. “It’s not about what you did, Y/N. It’s about what you don’t see.”

You swallowed hard, taking another step toward her. “Then help me see it.”

Vi looked at you for a long, agonizing moment. The wind tousled her pink hair, and the fading sunlight cast a golden glow on her skin, making her look almost unreal — like something fragile and fleeting.

Then she broke.

“I like you,” she blurted out, the words ripping from her chest like they physically hurt to say. She shoved the flask in her pocket, running both hands through her hair. “I’ve liked you since the first time we hung out, and every single day I tell myself to get over it, but I can’t.”

You stood frozen, heart hammering against your ribs.

Vi laughed bitterly, pacing along the edge of the roof. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to watch Ellie hang all over you? To watch her touch you, flirt with you, and know that she can do all of that, and I can’t? Because I’m too much of a coward to tell you how I feel?” She turned to you, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and heartbreak. “I can’t take it anymore, Y/N. It’s killing me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization fully sank in — Caitlyn had been right. Jinx had been right. Everyone had seen it but you.

Vi, the person you trusted more than anyone else in the world, was in love with you. And she had been for a long time.

“I’m sorry,” Vi whispered, her voice breaking. She wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie, stepping back toward the door. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll figure out how to deal with it, okay? I just... I need some space.”

Before she could leave, you grabbed her hand.

Vi froze, her breath hitching.

“You don’t have to deal with it,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Because I don’t want you to get over it.”

Vi turned to face you, brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

You took a shaky breath, heart pounding as you stepped closer, until there was barely any space left between you. “I don’t want you to get over me” you repeated, your fingers tightening around hers. “Because I think... I think I like you too. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

Vi stared at you, wide-eyed and speechless, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

And then, without warning, she grabbed your face and kissed you.

It was desperate and messy, pent-up feelings pouring out all at once. Her hands cradled your cheeks like you were something precious, and she kissed you like she was terrified this might be her only chance.

But you kissed her back.

You kissed her with everything you had, standing on your tiptoes to get closer, your fingers tangling in her hoodie as if letting go would shatter the moment.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting together as you tried to catch your breath.

You let out a small chuckle, even if there was nothing to laugh about. “I’m sorry for being so blind.”

Vi shook her head, a tearful laugh escaping her lips. “It’s fine. I should have said something sooner” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I was just scared.”

You cupped her face, brushing your thumb along her jawline. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

Vi smiled, the kind of smile that made your chest ache with how much you cared for her. She pulled you into her arms, hugging you so tightly it felt like she was trying to make up for every second she’d spent holding back.

“Can we stay up here a little longer?” she asked, voice muffled against your shoulder.

You nodded, lacing your fingers with hers. “Yeah,” you whispered, leaning your head against hers as you both sat down. “We can stay as long as you want.”

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masterlist

[lostinlovingrevery]

You Set Me Free

Weapon X! Logan X F! Reader

A/N: Weapon X? More like Weapon SEX, amiright? Huh? Huh?

Logan gets some serious post nut clarity in this one

Plot: You'd been watching the secret research lab at Lake Alkali, searching for a way to save your husband who's been turned into a weapon. You find one night that your reunion may come sooner and more differently than you think...

Warnings: SMUT, 18+!, MAJOR DUBCON/NONCON/CNC ELEMENTS YALLS, Unprotected PiV, multi creampies, feral Logan, oral (F! recieving), logan sniffs reader a lot, mentions of fluids, rough sex, outdoor sex, a nice reunion I guess?, I didn't mean for this to go on as long as it did., yall are prob gonna judge me when you finish reading. Maybe this be seen as an analogy for sex connecting people? idk

Word Count: 4453

The wind blew softly through the trees, making leaves and branches rustle through the warm spring air. Crickets chirped rhythmically. Stars, nearly hidden by the green canopy of pine trees, twinkled in the night sky.  The forest was dark, and mostly quiet, save for a distant noise that was approaching slowly. A deer runs by - stopping first with its tail up, and a twitch of its nose, before disappearing between the trees. 

It was observing you as you walked through the forest, each step crunching the leaves and sticks underneath. 

You were coming back from an unsuccessful reconnaissance mission. Walking back to the cabin you were temporarily calling home. The cabin, conveniently located on the other side of Lake Alkali, allowed you to observe the activities at the concrete giant posing as a regular dam for the lake- when inside you knew the horrific truths that were happening. 

It’s been 6 months since you last seen him. Well, see him as…him. The real him. Not the weapon they turned him into. It pains you to see what they’ve done, and what they will continue doing to him. 

You deemed Logan the love of your life almost immediately after you met him- about 6 years ago. When he was brought to the mansion, he nearly pummeled you after running into you in the hall during his confused haze where he was trying to figure out where he was. After that, he was nothing but polite and apologetic, and soon you two got to know each other and eventually fell in love. 

You continued walking through the forest, your hand unconsciously moving to your ring finger, twisting and fiddling with the ring that Logan had given you. It was nearly a year ago when he proposed- and you two got hitched a month after. You were too impatient to plan a wedding, and neither of you was much for throwing big parties after all. You were lost in thought, not paying attention to the surroundings you have become so familiar with in the last 5 months. 

You didn’t notice how the sound of nature has stopped. 

Only the quiet crunch of your footsteps echoed through the woods. 

A few months after Logan came to the mansion, the team got into a nasty skirmish with Dr. Stryker and his group of scientists and military officials that worked under the radar of the U.S government, performing illegal and immoral experiments on mutant kind. It was found out that Logan had apparently been a victim of those experiments years and years ago, and he had supposedly gotten his revenge on Stryker, leaving the man for dead, wounded and bleeding, in the cold, secluded forests that Lake Alkali was found in. 

Only years later, the X-men find out the bastard escaped his fate, and had still continued his operations after successfully alluding and then tricking the U.S. government, which allowed him to continue his research. It led to a complicated scheme that captured Logan, your love. 

They broke him down and practically tortured him, turning him into the base layer of his mutation. A beast. A creature they themselves could barely control, having to create a device that allowed them to track his movements and monitor him- and make him come back to the base once the mission was complete. They used him for countless assassinations- another part of Stryker's plans, in order to gain more power over the government. 

It practically destroyed you. It took the entire team to talk you down from storming into the secret base of operations alone with your powers and wiping out every single fucker in the place, and saving your love- and the other victims trapped there. It was Hank really, who managed to calm you down, since his position as secretary of Mutant Affairs allowed him to be able to get to the right people that can help. It wasn’t that the X-men couldn’t do it, but Stryker's operations have grown, with a lot of loyal subjects and a lot of controlled and dangerous mutants- Logan being one- that would make things even more complicated. 

The plan was reconnaissance- something you quickly volunteered for. Someone who will stay nearby and observe the base- learn the schedules, the people- whatever information that could help. Your powers helped you with that, allowing you to get close and learn much information needed. 

Some days you’re able to get some real information, but other days- like today. It was dead quiet. The usual trucks moving in and out, scientists and guards on smoke breaks, talking about their plans for the weekend. You saw no sign of Logan, so you assumed they must be keeping him inside today, no “missions” for him to complete. 

You continued twisting the ring on your ring finger, a comforting habit that you have developed when you found yourself missing him. You counted the days when you’d see him again. Looking up at the sky, you noted how the stars always looked bright and beautiful around here. 

When will Logan get to see those stars again? 

You suddenly felt your hair rise along your arms and neck, and a sudden sense of danger was screaming at you. You stopped in your tracks, slowly glancing around at the dark forest that surrounded you.

When did it get so quiet?

Fear crawled up your throat from your gut, as you took a few steps backward, staring straight ahead. Something, someone was watching you. There were predators in the forests, coyotes, bears, whatever, you’ve encountered them a few times but never actually had an issue with them before. Whatever was stalking out there, hidden in the darkness and tree lines, was something you felt was more dangerous than a bear. 

Turning on your feet, you took after back towards the small cabin. Your footsteps echoed through the trees as you ran down the path, weaving through trees to hopefully throw off whoever was following you, someone was certainly following you though- because you could hear the sound of footsteps that weren’t your own closing in behind you. 

Your heart was pounding, blood rushing in your ears. You don’t know what or who was chasing you. The closer the sound behind you got, the more your limbs began to feel like jello- and you prepared yourself for a fight. It was when you turned your head to try to get a glimpse at your pursuer- that your blood ran cold.

You could see Logan, chasing you on his hands and feet. Snarling face, wild untamed hair, with that metal cage-like helmet on his head. He had next to nothing on, aside from some cloth that looked like shorts or boxers. He looks like an animal. You knew you would not be able to escape him- Logan was too fast. Just in the few seconds you had looked at him, he had already closed in several feet between you. 

You turned forward, and could see the silhouette of your cabin in the distance. 

Maybe I can make it

Your thoughts were drowned out by the loud growl emitted from Logan, and you felt your body being tackled to the ground. The harsh tackle knocked the wind out of you, and your head knocked to the ground.

You were barely able to comprehend what was happening, feeling a heavy weight pressed on top of you- at first you only saw stars, before Logan’s snarling face came into view. 

He was so different. His hair was wild and grown out, and face twisted and contorted into something you didn’t recognize, wrinkled nose and bags under his eyes. His teeth bared- his canines sharp like an animal. He looked at you with murderous intent- yet you couldn’t bring it in you to use your powers to fight back. You couldn’t hurt him even though you knew that he was likely about to kill you right then and there. 

You reached your hands up to cup his face, his own hands roughly grabbing yours and pinning them on either side of your head. You gasped- 

“Logan-” You breathed. There was no change in his expression- except…He sniffed. You blinked, staring up at him in confusion. He took another sniff, his face relaxing into something more bewildered, as he leaned down into your neck, and took a deep sniff, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck. 

Confusion wracked your brain, and then you heard him grunt. 

Wait a minute, did he recognize you? Your scent?

You always teased him over that. The way he liked to deep inhale of your hair or neck. He’d always rolled his eyes and smirked. 

“Can’t help it, princess, you smell so damn good all the time.”

You felt his hip press into yours, as he groaned again before his tongue licked against your skin, hot and wet.

You’re fucking kidding me,

Is he seriously getting fresh with you?

You’re never going to let him live this down if you get out alive

His nose brushed up the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your skin. His hips started to grind against yours. You’d almost laugh at the situation you found yourself in; if it weren’t for the fact that you were getting wet by his mere rutting over you. You didn’t know what to do, what the hell do you do in this kind of situation?

One of his hands let go of your wrist that he had trapped, and came down to grope at your breast, soft and careful at first, before he gripped it, fondling it roughly. His head came up to lick the space behind your ear. You swallowed, your eyes watching his every movement when it occurred to you that your hand was free- and he was close enough for you to rip off that helmet. 

You waited, letting him grunt and lick at your skin, keeping him distracted with…Whatever he was doing. You counted the seconds- hoping that Logan's superior senses were clouded by his pure animalistic horniness to notice the change in your body. 

In a quick movement, your hand reached up, yanking the metal cage of his head with a rough movement, and throwing it to the side. His head shot up - eyes wide and angry, staring at you and then to the helmet, where it rolled across the ground before finally stopping, upside down, a few feet away from where you and Logan were. 

Not paying you any mind he climbed off of you, walking on his two feet over to the helmet. You turned to your side, panting as a little relief climbed over you. 

Did you do it?

He bent over, picking up the metal cage, his eyes examining the object. There was a quiet neutralness in his expression, and you wondered if your Logan has come back.  He looked insane, with his hair and beard grown out, bulging muscles all the way from his shoulders down to his calves, cloth- which looked similar to some type of jean shorts was the only thing covering him- still, tight enough to leave little to imagination, you could see his erection pressing against the cloth. He looked like some rated R version of Tarzan. 

A beat passed, and he suddenly tears the metal apart with a roar. You watched in terrror- and slight arousal- as he raged against the helmet, tearing it into smaller pieces- shrapnel flying into the woods and landing on the ground near you. You could make out small pieces of electrical wire and circuit boards scattered in the grass and dirt. 

Bastards, you thought to yourself, as you moved to push yourself up from the ground. Logan finished his rage, yelling into the forests with a fierce roar that echoed through the trees and sent fear up your spine. You were up on your knee when Logan turned out- looking straight at you. Your stomach sank at the sight of his eyes- still wild and frenzied. 

It wasn’t him, whatever part of Logan you knew was still deep asleep inside the beast of the man you were gazing at. 

You were not safe yet.

You pushed up to your feet, and quickly turned to continue running back to your cabin. It was stupid, considering you barely got two steps before you were knocked down to your stomach. You attempted to crawl, but his hands grabbed your ankles, and pulled you under him- flipping you roughly onto your back. 

You didn’t have a minute to process when his hands went to your shirt and r i p p e d it apart. He ripped your bra apart too, baring your stomach and breasts to him. You gasped, your hands went to his shoulders, some attempt to regain control that was completely futile. 

He dipped his head down to your chest, his tongue running over your nipples, his hands roughly gripping your waist and pulling you onto him, grinding against your core. 

“Logan-” You gasped- your hand moving to press against his forehead to push him off you. “Lo- I know you missed me and all-” You say, some feeble attempt to calm yourself and your pounding heart to add some humor to this…situation you found yourself in.

He growled, shoving your hand off him as he lurched forward, licking and biting your neck roughly, making you whimper at the feeling of his teeth scraping over your skin. You attempted to crawl out from under him, but he held you in place. 

You couldn’t run, you couldn’t fight. 

You managed to turn your head to look at him, grunting and grinding against you. A deep part of you wondered if maybe there was some part of him inside that was reaching out to you. Did your scent trigger a memory? Does he recognize you through his animalistic haze, and he’s desperately trying to connect with you in the only way he knew how due to his brainwashing? 

It was Logan. He could never hurt you. 

He sat up, his attention moving to your jeans, a deep growl escaped him as he reached down and grabbed where you jeans were buttoned together and pulled them apart, ripping them open at the seams, exposing your panties to him, wet with your arousal due to his grinding and licking at your skin. He lifted your hips ups, face planting against your mound as he took a deep inhale of your scent, making you gasp. He stuck his tongue out, running it up your clothed pussy- and letting out a deep groan, almost a whimper.  

It made your skin hot, the way he groaned at the taste of you. You’ve heard him let that same noise out countless times, the way he inhaled your scent like you smelled like a fresh baked pie. He’d act like you tasted so sweet, like he could never get enough of you. 

He let out something resembling a whine again, and his hand came up, grabbing the hem of your panties and ripping them off you- the fabric scratched your skin- but you could barely register the pain of the fabric because Logans mouth crashed onto your wet pussy. You squealed, the feeling of his tongue running up and down your folds, not in any particular pattern, it was like he was drinking every ounce of you, unable to quench his thirst as you swore you could hear him audibly gulping your fluids down.

 His tongue came over your clit, making you involuntarily thrust into his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked up at you- filled with a hazey lust, his brows creased angrily. His beard and hair scratched your inner thighs, leaving them red, but the juices of his spit and your fluids coated them as he carried on practically eating you alive. His nails dug into your hips, tight enough to scratch you. 

You felt your stomach getting tight. He wasn’t even doing anything particular to stimulating you other than his tongue running over every inch of your slit, occasionally dipping into your hole- pulsing around him. The wrongness of it all, the animalistic nature of him though- you couldn’t help it. You attempted to push his head off you, snapping out of your lustful state, I shouldn’t let this happen. Both your hands came up pressing his against his forehead, as you started to squirm in attempt to get away. 

He grunted, attempting to continue devouring you, before anger flashed across his face. He snarled, shoving you into the ground and flipping you onto your stomach.

“Ah! - Lo!” 

You yelped, as he pulled off the tattered pieces of your clothes still on you, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable to him. He leaned over you, his tongue running from your back up to the back of your neck, you felt drops of his spit on your shoulder- as he shuffled behind you, desperately pulling off his pants. You attempted to crawl away one more time, but his hands grabbed you, pulling you back under him. One hand went into your hair, fingers gripping and pulling your head back and to the side eliciting a cry from you, as he leaned down and bit into your shoulder.

His other hand, brought your hips and ass up- and you felt his throbbing member press into your soaked folds, grinding into you. His legs pressed against the outside of yours, your body tensed, your toes curling as you waited for the inevitable thrust. You knew this was so goddamn wrong, but your body hummed in anticipation and excitement. 

It had been a kinky pleasure between you and Logan, the way he would let his animalistic side out on you, pinning you down and fucking you until you nearly blacked out. What was happening now was no different, other than the fact that the Logan you knew was not there to control himself from going too far. 

His tip found your leaking hole, and pressed into you. He let out a harsh pant against your shoulder, where he was still biting down on you, before fully thrusting himself inside- a shriek escaping you. Your legs kicking from the intensity of him forcing inside you. It didn’t matter how many times you and Logan had been together- the size of him was always intense the first few minutes. Your body trembled, your hands digging into the dirt below you. You could feel his chest heaving against your back, and his other hand went and grabbed your hip, before he pulled out nearly to the tip, and thrusting back inside harshly. 

He began to pick up pace, the weight of his body pinning you to the forest floor, he was grunting with every thrust, your body bouncing with his movements as he took you with a ferocity you never felt before. His hands gripped your hair tighter, yanking your head back farther, as he moved to clamp down on your neck, leaving a deep bite mark in your shoulder that was turning shades of blue and purple, a whine escaping him as he continued thrusting. You felt him slamming into you, his large cock molding shape inside of you, and eventually you melted- pleasure fully enveloping your body. 

“Oh god- Logan-” You cried, hot tears pricking your eyes from the stimulation of him everywhere. 

It’s been so long.

You attempted to arch your back, trying to get that perfect angle so he could hit that sweet spot that would send you careening. Logan hissed at how tight you pulled around him. He let go of the clamp he had on your neck, pulling your hips and angling you to be practically folded in half. His large arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed his face into your mid-back, and you felt his drool falling against your skin, practically burning from how hot it was. 

He thrusted into you with an inhuman pace, you could barely keep up, your eyes rolling back as you felt your stomach tighten, your hole squeezing tight around him, and your thighs began to tremble. His tip repeatedly thrusted into you, hitting the sweet gummy spot inside you- and sent you over the edge. 

You cried out his name, as he fucked into you through your orgasm that seemed to never stop- you body shaking and you could barely focus on anything. He fucked into you one more time, and a loud roar slammed his hips into your ass, burying deep inside you and you felt spurts of his cum covering inside your walls. He kept thrusting, burying himself over and over inside you, making sure every bit of his seed is buried inside. It felt neverending the way he seemed to keep cumming in you. 

With a harsh grunt he finally stopped inside you, his arms still wrapped around your waists holding you tight against him. He was panting, his large chest heaving- your body still trembling. 

He pulled out, pushing and manuevering you onto your back. Your arms laid out on either side of your head, your hair tangled into the dirt and twigs below you. Your legs spread wide, as your combined fluids soaked your thighs and lower stomach and his cum slowly leaked out of your hole. The strength of your muscles felt utterly depleted.

 Your eyes took in the wild man sitting up before you. Sweat dripped down his body, your arousal from earlier covering his lower face and beard. His muscles flexed and veins popping out down his arms and stomach. He panted, as he stared down at you, his eyes still wild- but not as quite ferocious. Your eyes trailed down to his cock, hard and swollen already, his tip beet red and leaking generous amounts of pre-cum. You swore you could see him throbbing. 

Oh fuck

He climbed back over you, and you couldn’t bother to try to move. Your legs were spread wide for him, and your body was pliant. He braced his hands on either side of your hips, and thrusted back into you with a swift motion of his hips. You gasped, the feeling of fullness returning but not as quite overwhelming as the first time. 

He grunted as he begin bouncing in and out of you again. You were overstimulated, your heart was pounding in your ear, and pleasure enveloped your body as he took you roughly again. You could barely move, as his large cock moved in and out of you with ease. It wasn’t quite as rough as the first time, but you swear he was being gentler with you. 

You felt yourself relaxing this time around, letting him do what he wanted. Your mind pictured all the sweet moments you and him shared in the past together. If he wakes up out of this haze, break free from the brain washing- you’re not quite sure if he’ll remember this...Or how you’ll explain it to him.

He watched your breasts bounce with his movements, fascination and enjoyment in his eyes. If you hadn’t felt so weak, and fucked-out, you’d probably laugh. His hands grabbed your legs, the space under your knees and pushed them up towards your chest as he went deeper, angling himself inside you and once again hitting that gummy spot. You thought you were crazy, but you swore he was trying to hit the spot that made you cum the first time. 

He leaned back down over you, his chest pressing against the back of your legs, as one hand braced next to your head. You moaned, tipping your head to the side as you weakly brought your hand to grab his arm and hold onto it. He seemed to be spurred on by your moans, and picked up his pace, thrusting into you with a renewed vigor. Wet noises echoed through the forests as his hips slapped into yours.

You felt your body tensing again, a second orgasm quickly approaching, a white hot burning in your lower belly building up with each hard and quick thrust into you. He was whining, leaning down to bury his face into your neck, tongue coming out to lick the sweat off your skin. 

“Oh- Logan-” You whined, arching your back, and he growled, bracing his arms on either side of your head, pounding into you once more until you both snapped, your greedy pussy squeezing tight around him almost painfully, as he filled you up again with his hot cum. He yelled out in pleasure into your neck, as ecstasy rolled between both your bodies as he continued thrusting. 

Your body went slack, your muscles occasionally twitching from being pushed so far. Logan was panting, his breath hot on your skin. You felt him move, pushing himself up and looking down at you. 

You gasped at the sight of his eyes- his face. An expression of regret, and a little confusion. His eyes- It was him.

“Logan?” You whispered, your hands coming up to cup his face. 

“Baby I- I’m so sorry I don’t know what-”

You cut him off; pulling him down to kiss you. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. You didn’t care how it happened, why it happened. You just had him back. Broken free from the tortured recesses of his mind. His arms wrapped carefully around you, kissing you back gently, almost as if he was scared he was going to hurt you. You pulled back, looking up at him. 

“I missed you.” You say softly. He looked at you with small relief. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, brushing hair out of your face. “I didn’t- fuck I didn’t know what I was doing. I just could smell you and then- you took that helmet off. I’d be fighting for so long and…” 

You shushed him. “Doesn’t matter. You’re back now baby.” You brought him down to kiss you again. “Typical that it takes sex for you to wake up...” You mutter. He let out an exhaling laugh. His arms cradled you safely against him. “You need a shower by the way.”

He chuckled again, looking down at you and looking up around him, then up at the sky. The relief that flooded his face as he saw the stars.

"I couldn't control myself. It was...Like I was trapped in my head, watching someone else control me." He says. "They'd do these things that send me into this...rage. Nothing would stop me. But no matter what I did....You were always in my thoughts. I think that's what happened. I think I smelled you and I recognized you somewhere...You got me free." 

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Whiskey and Want |dbf!Joel x f!reader| | 18+ MINORS DNI | {series masterlist} {last chapter}

Chapter 6: Sweat & Sin | wordcount | 4.7k {TLOU AU, modern-ish, no outbreak, Sarah lives!}

| a/n | Buckle in because chapter 6 is long. This is where it really starts to all burn down. We're hungover, horny and done with Joels b.s. dbf! lines don’t just blur, they shatter. It's smutty, messy, and fucked up in all the right ways. hope it leaves you wrecked. Tell me if you’re feral for it, ‘cause I sure am. xoxo

" “I—I wasn't—” you stammer, but he steps closer, boots heavy on the hardwood, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Heard my name, sweetheart. Don’t stop now.” His voice is molasses-thick, commanding but warm, like he’s daring you. “Show me what you were doin’.” You know what, fuck it. I don’t even care anymore. "

Warnings/tags: 18+ only, minors DNI, SMUT, pussy pronouns, slow burn, forbidden romance, angst, yearning, Alcohol aftermath, intoxication,unprotected PIV, m/f masturbation, size kink, penetrative sex, cum play, sexual tension, strong language, emotional vulnerability, age gap dynamics, smoking references, dbf undertones, possessive sex, guilt, mentions of grief. series warnings after the fic. reader uses she/her pronouns and has hair. no major physical descriptions of the reader. no use of y/n but has the nickname Bird, Birdie, etc. reader has a backstory.

You wake to a skull-splitting throb ripping through your temples. Joel was right. You’re feeling it today. Sunlight slices through the curtains, white-hot and sharp. You roll over and bury your face in your pillow, It smells like smoke and shame; a faint echo of last night. Joel’s kiss burns through your head, rough hands and a growl daring you to forget. His “Go to bed, Bird” rings in your ears.

Fuck.

You groan, hauling yourself upright, stumbling downstairs. You’re half-hoping he’s there, half-dreading facing him—gonna be hard pretending nothing happened. But he’s not here, because he left you last night feeling like a mistake, leaving you feeling stupid for thinking he felt it too.

You walk into the living room. Your dad sits on the couch happy as ever, totally oblivious reading the newspaper. Your eyes drag to the coffee table and Joel’s whiskey glass still sits there, another reminder. The Cypress Hill t-shirt you’re in is wrinkled with sleep, pooling over your body, you haven’t looked in the mirror, unsure if you want to face yourself yet.

“Hey, Bird, you look like shit,” he says, eyeing you up and down.

Thanks.

“I feel worse than I look,” you reply, flopping onto the couch beside him. “Tequila’s never a good idea.” Your stomach churns at the thought, mouth-watering like you’re about to puke. You squint toward the kitchen, and the clock reads 10:38, at least you got decent sleep.

“You hungry?” your dad asks, brow arched, peering over the paper.

“Maybe. Probably should eat something, definitely need water.”

He folds the newspaper, tosses it on the table, and grunts as he stands. “I got called down to Dallas, some job’s fucked up. You know it was possible to install gutters fuckin’ backward?” He  huffs out half a laugh,” Oh, and the airs busted again—Joel’s gonna be here on his lunch break.”

You blink, relief creeping in, the coast is clear. “Wait,” you say, panicked, “Joel’s coming over?” You slow your voice, hiding the mix of dread and thrill. “Yeah, why? Probably be here soon. You cool with that?” He lifts a brow, probing your unease, but his phone rings before he can dig.

“Yup,” he answers, grabbing his keys from the hook by the door. “Love you, Tweety. See ya Wednesday-ish.” Then he’s out, leaving you alone with the heat and Joel’s looming shadow.

Cool… I guess?

You grab your phone, and tap the screen, anxious for what’s there.

Three new texts.

(9:04 AM)

Karlie: Girl are you good??? Did that dilf kidnap you? Give me the tea ☕

You’d rather not. She’ll escalate to 911 if you don’t reply.

(10:40 AM)

You: Hey, sorry, I’m good. Hungover as fuck, I’ll call later xox

(9:08 AM)

T-Mills: You okay bird? We’re ok right? I didn’t mean to make u uncomfortable. don’t leave me on read

You’d hoped Tommy would let it go, how did you tangle yourself with both Millers in one night? At least you didn’t kiss Tommy. You just let him grind on your ass in public, then you know, ended up on his older brother’s lap. You replay last night again. The bar, Brett? Brad? Ben—the kid Tommy nearly decked. The truck, Joel taking care of you. The dream, somehow ending better than reality. “We shouldn’t be doin’ this,” Joel's mouth claiming yours, then “Go to bed, Bird,” like a punishment, like you were a bad dog.

Fuck him.

You tap Tommy’s name and shoot off a response without thinking. It’s probably the only way you’ll do it.

(10:42 AM)You: It’s fine Tom, must have opened my phone half asleep last night. I feel like shit!!! Remind me to stay away from tequila next time

He replies instantly like he’s been waiting.

(10:42 AM)

T-Mills: Next time huh? Round two tomorrow??? 🎉

Fuck Joel. Let Tommy fix this.

You know what, fuck it. Maybe more booze and Tommy’s attention will soothe this ache.

(10:43)

You: 9pm, pick me up???

You check the last text.

(10:30 AM)

Joel: Is the a/c rlly broken or??

You laugh out loud.

What a piece of work.

Does Joel think you’d lie to get him over? You don’t even want to face him today. Shame washes over you like cold water, maybe last night was just a big fuckin’ mistake.

(10:45 AM)

You: ???? i just woke up, don’t know what you’re talking about lol 🤷

A text bubble pops up, vanishes, pops up, vanishes. You laugh again. Joel’s got his foot in his mouth, and can’t muster a reply.

(10:46 AM)

Joel: k.

K? Really?

Oh, fuck that guy.

You get off the couch, and head for the bathroom to scrub last night off. The image of Joel’s face before he said “Go to bed, Bird” feels permanently burned into your head. His eyes scared, like he fucked up, angry at himself, disgusted. Rejection stings your eyes, but it turns to anger the longer you stew.

If he wants games, you can play too.

You hop out with a plan. Black denim shorts, barely covering your ass, paired with a cropped Rangers shirt from your high school slut phase. The one with the neck cut out, it hugs your curves, makes your boobs look fantastic. You throw on a cropped flannel, put on mascara, and lip gloss, tying your hair into space buns to finish the look. You head downstairs, the silence is loud, not even the hum of the A/C, just you and your thoughts.

You try to eat the sandwich Dad left, but your mouth’s dry—it goes down like sand, Gatorade helps. Boots drag and a knock hits the door, you’re even sweatier knowing Joel’s there, alone now. You ditch the flannel, wrap it around your waist, and let him in.

Fucking get a grip.

It only takes a minute for your facade to crack. He looks gorgeous, toolbox in hand, curls tucked under a Rangers cap, in work pants with a toolbelt sitting low on his hips. He barely acknowledges you, only giving you half a smile as he walks in. You catch his eyes flick to your chest as he passes by you on the couch though.

Small victories.

He heads to the thermostat, fiddling with wires, ignoring you like you’re air. Anger jolts through you, tingling from your toes to your shoulders, but that toolbelt pulls it back to your core. Finally, he breaks the silence.

“Where’s your dad?”

“Dallas. Work trip,” you deadpan. Yes girl, give him nothing!

Joel hums, shakes his head, and then gets back to it.

You try to ignore him, but your competency kink wins. He mumbles about circuits and fuses, cursing under his breath and groaning as he works. You half-watch true crime on TV, but it’s no use.

“So,” you start, eyes on the screen, voice calm, bored, flipping to MTV, “why did you do it?”

Joel sighs, long and low. “Ain’t got words for it, kid. Shouldn’t’ve happened, was a mistake, end of.”

You laugh, bitter, leaning over the couch arm. “Cool, and now you’re gonna make it my fault? My problem? You started it, Joel.”

You stand up from the couch, legs moving toward him, face flushed with anger.

He stops, drops the pliers, and pinches his nose bridge, squinting. He locks his eyes on you—something unreadable in them, “See, this is why it never should’ve happened. You think I want this, Bird?” His jaw clenches, voice rough. “Think I’m happy fuckin’ everything up? For what? This?” You can hear grief crack through his voice.

“So answer my damn question. Why’d you kiss me?” you repeat, firm, smooth, the anger outweighing the anxiety in your words. 

“I don’t know, kid” he sighs, pain clear. “Because I’m weak. I’m fuckin’ weak and you…” He stops, eyes raking you, shaking his head, fists balled.

“You what?” you press, voice low and cutting, walking closer. “Just say it. You wanted it, Joel. Don’t blame me.”

“Wanted it? I’m fuckin’ haunted by it, Bird, by you.” It comes out as a snarl, his eyes glazed with shouldn’t and can’t.

You’re in his face now, “Then why’d you come here? You could’ve just said no to him.”

He grabs your shoulders and spins you, your back hits against the wall. His voice is a jagged whisper, “Because you’re a goddamn curse. I hate you for this. I hate me, but I can’t fuckin stop.” His mouth crashes down, rough, hungry, swallowing your gasp. His free hand finds your shirt hem, fingers searing your skin.

You lean in, tangling into him, hands grasping fabric, pulling closer. You’d crawl into his ribcage if he’d let you. He pushes back, caging you against the wall. Your head spins. You buck your hips, desperation met with metal and leather. You unbuckle his toolbelt mid-kiss. It crashes, tools scattering, narrowly missing your feet.

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me,” Joel groans into your throat, panting. His mouth bruises your jaw, and trails fire down your neck, boot forcing your feet apart. “Tell me no,” he rasps, voice breaking, shifting his body weight to the knee that’s flush against you. His fingers hit your shorts’ waistband.

“Tell me to stop.”

You don’t, you can’t. You’ve never wanted something so badly before in your damn life. Your breath hitches as his hand slips under, grazing your skin, teasing the edge of your underwear, slow and deliberate, heat pooling low. He’s relentless, his teeth on your collarbone, one hand pinning your hips, the other circling where you’re soaked until your legs tremble.

“Joel,” you choke, arching into him.

“Fuckin’ say it, Bird,” he growls against your chest.

His touch intensifies, fingers teasing your entrance, barely dipping in. You gasp, “please” slipping out, hips bucking involuntarily this time. “I can’t do this,” he mutters, faltering, at war with himself; he doesn’t stop, he just keeps working you to the edge.

You manage to whisper, “I want this, Joel—you, I need you” your pulse hammers.

“You think you can handle that, little Bird?” He drawls, “Huh? You know what you’re signin’ up fo?”

His voice is sending you over the edge, a whine breaking free when a truck rumbles outside. Keys rattle, Joel freezes, “Fuck.” He pulls back slowly, eyes wild, hands leaving you just as the door bangs open.

“Birdie, forgot my damn wallet!” Dad booms, stomping in.

You shove your shorts straight, heart slamming. Joel steps aside, grabs his toolbox, jaw tight, muttering, “Gotta fix this damn thing.”

Dad strides through, tossing his keys on the table, squinting—Joel by the thermostat, you flushed, leaning against the wall trying desperately to look chill. “Still hot as hell,” he grunts, eyes narrowing. “Thought you said you were on it?” He snags his wallet from the counter, oblivious but sharp.

Joel clears his throat. “Fuse issue, takin’ longer than I thought.” He dives back into the unit, tools clanking, avoiding Dad’s stare.

Dad hums, skeptical, he glances down to the toolbelt. “Right. Looked like somethin’ else was goin’ on when I walked in.”

Shit.

Your stomach drops, but he doesn’t linger, just shrugs. “Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.” He grabs your half empty Gatorade, “Love you Bird— bye Joel.” and heads out again, door slamming behind him.

Joel mutters, “Fuckin’ close,” twisting a wire, glancing at you—gaze loaded—then back to the A/C. It hums to life, cool air trickling out, tension thick as ever.

“Done,” he says, flat, packing his tools slowly, stalling. He straightens, toolbox in hand, but doesn’t move for the door. You’re alone again, the hum of the A/C doing nothing to cut the heat between you. His stare lingers, heavy, like he’s waiting for something.

“Why’d you stay?” you snap, voice sharp, stepping closer. “Could’ve bolted when he left.”

Joel’s jaw ticks, eyes flicking to the floor, then back to you. “Shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, rough. “Shouldn’t’ve come at all.”

“Then why did you?” you press, anger flaring. “You’re so full of shit—sayin'’ it’s a mistake, then pullin’ that?”

He steps toward you, close enough you feel his breath, warm and unsteady. “You don’t get it, Bird. I can’t—” He cuts off, shaking his head, fists clenching. “Fuckin’ hell.”

“Get what?” you bite back, staring him down. “That you’re a coward? Say it or leave.”

His eyes flare, guilt and want warring there, but he doesn’t answer. The silence stretches, taut, your pulse pounding in your ears. You’re inches apart, teetering, his hand twitching like he might reach out. Then he steps back, and turns, a low “Fuckin’ trouble” slipping out as he heads for the door. His gaze burns into you one last time, loaded with everything he won’t say, and he’s gone.

What the actual fuck?

You’re left reeling, his “ruinin’ me” echoes. The air cools, but the weight stays heavy. You slump down on the couch, staring at the whiskey glass, twirling the stupid necklace, even after that it still manages to ground you. Your skin still buzzes where he touched you, jaw to hips. The anger keeps churning, with something else now—want, raw, and fucking unshakable. Joel’s a coward, sure, but you’re not innocent. You pushed. You wanted it too. You sit back down on the couch, flipping through channels, trying to keep yourself distracted from the way you feel. You try reading and end up scrolling through your camera roll. Oh, fuck my life. You find an old picture, of Joel, Sarah, and Tommy. All of them wearing lifejackets, from a camping trip probably 5 years ago, Sarah had sent you it then, but it feels like this is the first time you’re really looking at it. Joel looks hot, Tommy, oh shit Tommy looks hot too actually, “goddamnit” you mutter to yourself.

Heat pools low again, unignorable now, he left you high and dry earlier—bastard. Guess you’re going to have to finish what he started yourself. You climb upstairs, shedding your shirt off halfway, it’s too hot, and you’re too pissed. You click your bedroom door shut, shorts sticking to your thighs as you sprawl on the bed, the curtains are half open, letting a warm glow in. You put your earbuds in your ears, and let your hands start to travel, letting the quiet of the hose settle while you drown it out with Pheobe Bridgers, Motion Sickness blaring loud. You slip the shorts off, leaving you in just your panties, and your fingers hover. You place the pointer and middle finger of your left hand on either side of your folds, scissoring them back and forth—slowly. Teasing your lips, barely grazing your clit. You’re already sensitive, you were so close to coming undone earlier, you know diving right would overstimulate you too quickly to enjoy. You want to take it slow, and draw out your pleasure for as long as possible.

You can’t stop thinking about the way Joel was looking at you downstairs, the way his brown eyes turned black, staring down at you like you were prey. The grip he had on your jaw, squeezing your cheeks, craining your neck towards him. You clench your thighs around your hand as the warmth at the bottom of your belly intensifies, you take your hand away, edging yourself.  You repeat this over and over until you’re practically soaking through to the mattress—desperate, your walls clenching around nothing.

You hear his rough, baritone voice in your head now, repeating over and over, “Think you can handle that, little Bird?” Your breathing grows erratic. Finally, you give in, sliding two fingers down, spreading your slick around the sensitive bud at the top of your pussy. You roll your fingertips over and over, teasing your entrance. You’re not sure if you’ve ever worked yourself up like this—it's agonizing, but feels so fuckin’ good.

You close your eyes tight, imagining your hands being replaced by Joel’s, his fingers fubbing merciless circles over your throbbing clit. A loud broken whine escapes your lips—”Oh fuck, yes, Joel”—as you plunge your middle finger in, curving it to reach your g-spot. You add another finger, then a third—stretching yourself out, picturing Joel fucking you with his fingers instead. The warmth simmering in your belly gets red-hot, pussy squeezing desperately around your fingers. You buck your hips into your hand, gasping every time your cupped palm creates a vacuum against you. Shockwaves jolt through your clit. You’re not being mindful now, no more teasing, you’re chasing your high, holding back sobs, biting your lip so hard you taste copper, right on the edge. A low rap hits your door. What the fuck? No. Who the fuck? You pull your earbuds out, “Hello? Who’s there?” you manage to choke out, trying to sound normal, but you don’t, and you know the answer. “ It’s me.” comes that low, gravelly voice through the door. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm never wearing both headphones again. You snap your head towards the door and start to pull up your panties and the covers over yourself—not that it would help you at this point, you’re screwed, fuckin’ naked and afraid. “Thought I heard someone whimperin’ my name,” he says, as the doorknob turns. The hinge creaks as the door pushes open. “Need a hand?” You conjure up the courage to look up to him, adrenaline courses through your veins; it feels like your whole body is on fucking fire. There he stands, broad and rugged in the doorway, his dark eyes locked on you. His flannel’s unbuttoned at the collar, work pants slung low, and his thick cock, the one you’ve been dreaming about strains against them—girthy, solid, the outline making your mouth dry. You freeze.

“I—I wasn't—” you stammer, but he steps closer, boots heavy on the hardwood, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Heard my name, sweetheart. Don’t stop now.” His voice is molasses-thick, commanding but warm, like he’s daring you. “Show me what you were doin’.” You know what, fuck it. I don’t even care anymore.

Heat floods your face, and your pussy clenches at his words. Shaky, you spread your legs, tugging the blanket down, letting him see the mess. Your fingers were still slippery, panties soaked and needy, pulsing under his gaze. “Joel, I… I was just—” you whine, sliding them in your panties again, bringing a finger to your entrance.

He looms closer, eyes dark and hungry, his breath hitching as he watches. “Atta’ girl Show me how bad she’s been needin’ me. You wet like that just sayin’ my name?” Joel’s body weight shifts the mattress beside you before he rolls over to cage your body beneath his. Your heart is beating fucking erratically. His arms rest on either side of your head, completely silent as he moves one arm and trails a hand down from your collar, inching lower and lower. His fingers trace over your hardened nipples, carving an invisible line down your belly before stopping between your thighs. He places his hand over yours, like he’s the master to your marionette. “Oh, poor girl,” he coos—round puppy-dog eyes on yours again. “ Soakin’ fuckin wet. S’that all for me?” You want to speak but you can’t, you only nod. He guides a finger over the thin, soaked fabric of your panties lightly massaging your swollen lips. You’re still frozen, unable to form a sentence. You exhale a shaky breath that you hadn't realized you were holding—the faintest “please” escapes your lips. He keeps rubbing, harder now, dipping into the elastic of your underwear. “Left her cryin’ out for me earlier huh? Need me to fix her up?” his voice is low, drawl smooth—like honey. He lists his hand to cup your cheek in his big hand, making direct eye contact, searching your face for an answer. He drags his thumb across your cracked bottom lip, tugging it down, like he's trying to pull the words out. “Asked you a question, use your words darlin’,” his lips are ghosting your earlobe, whispering. “Tell me what you need, Birdie, I’ll make it all better.” You turn your head to face him, staring up through half-lidded eyes for a moment, before finding your voice again. ‘J-Joel, I need you,” breath hitching on every syllable. He slides his hand down between your thighs again, slowly moving your hand away now. Hand searching for the hem, hooking his thumb in, pulling your underwear off. He slides a finger down into the pool of slick between your legs, spreading it all over before he pulls his hand back. He brings it up and holds it between your faces. “I can tell, baby. She’s droolin' f’me. See that?” He rotates his hand, you watch as his finger glistens in the afternoon sun, and your jaw goes slack. Joel drags that same finger along his bottom lip and then sucks it clean. “Wanna taste?” He grabs your chin, tilting your head to give himself more access, and presses his mouth onto yours, gentle—swirling his tongue, exploring every inch he can reach. He lets out a little, strangled whimper. Did Joel Miller just whimper into my mouth? Holy fuck, he sure did.He pulls back off of your lips, you’re both collecting your panting breaths. He dips his head back down to the column of your throat, kissing along it, murmuring into your chest, “Sweet ain't she?” The room fills with stifled moans, labored breathing, and the creaking of weight under the bed frame. Joel is everywhere, taking up every thought, filling all of the space around you. Your head swims, hunger and lust flip-flopping in your belly. Nothing has ever felt so electric, so perfect. You’re impatient, painfully worked up, and you can’t take it anymore. “More, I need more, Joel,” you chant between gasps. “Please, make me come.”

“Say it again,” He says, pumping his fingers in and out, languid—slow.

“I need you to make me come.” You’re practically in tears now, his fingers circle your clit.

“So close. Try again, Bird.”

“Please, Joel, I’ll beg—I’m begging, don’t fuck around—you owe me.”

“Keep beggin’ for it, baby,” he says, voice low and rough. “You sound so pretty when you’re desperate.” He growls, shifting, and then he looks at you, all gentle. “Shouldn’t have left you like that downstairs,” apology soft, eyes guilty. His hands tug at his belt, pulling the work pants off, you see the outline straining against his briefs. You face him, grabbing at the waistband, tugging them down, you watch his cock spring free, thick and heavy against you. You pull him in closer to you, lips brushing against his ear. “Then make it up to me, cowboy.” His cock is even bigger than you expected it to be, It’s thick, heavy—girthy, and solid. Flushed pink and slightly curved, thank god you’ve been stretching yourself out for a while, because if not you’d be worried it would never fit. He groans, low and broken, ripping his shirt off, and throwing the blanket off of you, both fully naked now. He lets his eyes move down your body, “fuckin’ so pretty, been dreamin’ bout’ this for too long.” You whine and grab his cock, giving it a few slow strokes before moving even closer and lining him up to your entrance, sliding him up and down, through your folds, rubbing your clit with the leaking head, moaning. He grabs your hands and puts them above your head, rolling over on top of you, he leans down pressing at your entrance. “Sorry I left you like that earlier, baby,” he murmurs, voice filled with want. He pushes in, just the tip, allowing you to get used to the stretch before he slides in more. You moan into each other's mouths as he fills you up completely, inch by inch, slowly, It feels intimate, careful—like he's trying not to break you. He starts moving, deep and steady, dragging through slick walls, hitting that spot that makes everything throb. You're trying to match the rolling of his hips, hands move from above your head to his back, raking red lines down it. You wrap your legs tight around his torso, warmth coiling in your core, his hand is on your jaw again forcing you to look up at him. “You’re mine, Bird,” he whispers, breath hot on your skin. You shudder, breathing out his name. Your walls clench around him, squeezing his cock, every little sound you pull from him brings you closer to the edge, your pussy dripping as he thrusts, deeper, not rushed, building you up. His forehead presses against yours, sweat beading off of both of you, he picks up the pace. You bring one of your hands down between the two of you, rubbing circles. His thrusts get sloppier, he's staring down where you’re connected, watching you massage your clit, jaw slack, like he's hypnotized. He leans down to you, crashing his mouth to yours, all teeth and need. “You’re close, I can feel it. I’ve got you baby—let go for me,” That's all you needed, a tightness snaps low in your belly, and you come hard, soaking him. Your body is shivering as waves hit, you're squeezing around his cock, juices messy and hot down his shaft. Tears fill your eyes as you hold back a sob, you’ve never felt anything like this before. The intensity of the orgasm makes you raw, and emotional; your head spins. Joel groans, rough and low, “Fuckin' so perfect--mine ” his breath ragged, eyes dark with want.

But he’s close too. His thrusts turn sharp, urgent, cock pulsing. He pulls out fast, shaft slick and gleaming from you. He grips it, hand pumping once, twice—and he comes, thick ropes spilling across your mound, hot and messy over your trembling skin. He moans, head tipping back, cock throbbing in his fist as he rides it out, breath heaving.

Joel’s breath steadies, thick cock softening in his hand, cum streaked across your stomach. Guilt flickers in his eyes, but he grabs his flannel, wiping you gently. “Made a mess, huh, darlin’?” he murmurs, voice low. He fetches a warm washcloth, cleaning you with careful swipes—stomach, then between your thighs where you’re still slick. “Feel okay?” he asks, tucking the blanket around you, hand lingering on your arm.

“Yeah, Joel… I’m good,” you mumble, voice sleepy but warm. “You don’t have to go unless you want to."

He freezes, eyes darkening—guilt floods in fast, jaw tightening like he’s swallowing a blade. “I can’t stay, Bird,” he says, rough, standing up, grabbing his jeans off the floor. “Sarah’s callin’ tonight—said she’s got some news ‘bout school. I can’t be here, fuckin’ you, when she’s tryin’ to tell me somethin’ big.”

Your chest tightens—Sarah, still his anchor across the miles. “She’s in Boston, Joel,” you say, sitting up, voice sharp. “It’s not like she’s waitin’ by the phone—you’re just runnin’ again.”

He pulls his shirt on, belt clinking as he buckles it, eyes dodging yours. “Don’t matter,” he mutters, low, pained. “She’s countin’ on me.” He keeps talking, like he’s spiraling and can’t keep the words in, “Every second I’m with you, I’m lyin’ to her, to Kev. I’m here, balls deep in you, and she thinks I’m the dad she can trust. That’s what’s killin’ me.” His voice cracks, boots scuffing the floor as he turns for the door. “Lock up after me,” he says, quieter like it’s all he’s got left—then he’s gone.

You’re alone, body buzzing, sheets a mess. “We’ll Never Have Sex” by Leith Ross hums faintly from the forgotten earbuds on the floor. Too soon Leith, too fuckin soon, too fuckin late. Your phone buzzes It’s Tommy again.

(7:25PM) T-Mills: We’re still on for 2morrowr? 🐦🍺 Anger simmers beneath the afterglow. Honestly, fuck it. You decide to go. You text back,

(7:27PM) You: Yeah, dont be late! 😛 You toss the phone aside. Your fingers automatically reach for the necklace, “Seek the light” feeling heavier now.

series warnings!!! fluff, smut, angst,unprotected p-in-v (please wrap it up), f/m masturbation, fingering, large but legal age-gap (joel is in 40's reader is in mid 20's), size kink?, choking, pervy!obsessive!joel, pervy!mean!Tommy, possessive/rough sex, praise, sex on the phone, drinking/smoking, strong language, sneakin around, lowkey obsessive and reckless Joel, blackmail, competency kink, risky sex, infidelity/implied, semi-public sex, breeding kink lowkey, overstimulation, a tiny bit of coercion, dirty talk, oops its a creampie, brief mentions of grief and implied suicide, Tommy is a jerk in this one, guilt and betrayal, bar-fights @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @brittmb115 @mystickittytaco @your-nightmaredoll @leenieweenie12 @orodaeh @jokesonthem

[loverofthewindgod]

Shower Show (18 +)

A/N: I thought about Fujin watching me while I shower, and boom came this story. Please enjoy! 😉😉😊😊

You return home from a month-long mission, warmly welcomed back by your beloved Lord Fujin. He's just as excited, if not more, as you are to spend time together, but first you wanna freshen up and take a very well-deserved shower. “Ahhh…this feels so nice…” The hot water felt amazing, washing away the dirt, stress, and bullshit from your skin and hair. As you relaxed, you heard the curtain shuffle behind you and turned around to find Fujin biting his lip and stroking his member while gazing at you in all your wet glory.

“Heh, couldn't help yourself, huh? Don't worry, I'm almost done.”

"Ohh, do not mind me, my love. Take all the time you need, and I'll enjoy this wonderous view."

Don't let his adorable soft gaze fool you. The second you step out of the shower, he will go absolutely feral on you. Pretty sure your body was more heated than the water at that point just thinking about it. As you continue to wash yourself, your mischievous mind decides to take over and tease the man. You rubbed all over your body in such a sultry manner, fondling your own breasts, hands tracing your curves as your hips give a little shake. You glance over your shoulder a bit to see Fujin mesmerized, stroking himself a bit faster as he enjoys the sexy water dance.

"Haa...you're just soo fucking beautiful..."

The desperation in his tone and groans are turning you on more and more. He's absolutely craving you right this moment, but hey, he decided to torture himself by watching. You smirked as you turned back around, bending over to rub your legs. The groan that left Fujin's throat as he saw your massive plump ass just a few inches from his cock, man oh man it drove him insane.

"You're playing a very, very dangerous game, sweetheart..."

“Am I now?”

Indeed you were. You began to rub your pussy, spreading your lips to display your tight, moist entrance with a seductive look in your eye.

“All for you baby…”

Aaaand with that....that right there was the final blow that broke the wind god. Accepting your invitation, he immediately shut off the water, picked you up over his shoulder and plopped you down on the bed. He didn't care how wet the bed was, he was gonna make you even wetter. You sat up on your elbows, taking the sight of Fujin removing all his clothes, his eyes completely filled with lust as he crawled his way towards you.

"I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself, sweetheart. But now it is my turn..."

Fujin swiftly pulled you by the legs towards him, and spread them wide open. Immediately digging his face in your pussy, you yelped very loudly, grasping onto his hair before he took both your hands and placed them at your side, going to town on you. His tongue rapidly penetrates your entrance, slurps up your entire mound like its ice cream and sucks the ever living fuck out of your sensitive clit. It was way too much and before you knew it, your legs trembled ferociously with your sweet delicious nectar exploding all over his face. You were a screaming, squirming mess.

“Ahhh! Nghh! Mmmm! Oh my- oh my g-AHH!! FUUUCK!! OHHHH!”

Fujin chuckled as he wiped his face and laid himself on top of you to whisper in your ear.

"So soon, what a shame. I was just getting started….”

Fujin then stuffed himself inside of you, and the sensation was just blissful.

"Nngh…FUCK!…" Fujin hissed, trying to compose himself.

That might've been the sexiest "Fuck" you've ever heard and it made you tighten around him even more. Without wasting another second, Fujin lifted up your legs and began thrusting like a madman. The slick wet noises echoed throughout the room, and you covered your mouth trying not to scream your lungs out, but Fujin feels way too damn good to not scream. He wanted to hear your sweet voice, to be reminded how good he makes you feel. His pace quickened, and you were just in heaven. You caught a glimpse of him immersed in the sight of his cock going in and out of you, his moans getting louder and louder before he halted himself and flipped you over on your stomach. He took you from behind, his pace now at a dangerous level. Your screams were buried in the pillows, hands and teeth gripping the sheets for dear life as he gripped your hips, enjoying the sight of your ass bouncing from his relentless pounding. You felt your knot break and came again, as did Fujin, screaming his ass off as he blesses your insides with copious amounts of his seed.

The both of you collapsed on the bed. Exhausted but oh so satisfied, panting as your naked, sweaty bodies snuggled together. But before engaging in another round, you needed to refuel. “Can we order takeout, please?” Fujin chuckled in agreement, kissing your cheek, super delighted to have you back.

[seventeenpins]

friends i am ~zooted~ and managed to post and promptly delete my response to this but THANK GOODNESS I'd screenshot it 🙏 thank you @sp00kymulderr for the ask, you KNOW i'm a freak for sub!joel* 💕 *this is a bit more sub!joel adjacent but i hope it scratches that itch!

pairing: joel miller x reader wordcount: 601 content: edging, choking, sub!joel/brat!joel, a WHOLE lotta breeding kink, literally just smut a/n: shoutout to @ems-chaos-corner for being my brain when mine was out of commission

send me a drabble prompt?

Joel is writhing beneath you, sweat-slicked skin glowing in the surge of the waning daylight. His hair is a mess, plastered to his forehead, one loose curl bobbing aloft with every heave of breath.

"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," he pants, eyes screwed shut in concentration.

"Sweetheart," you echo back, "If you're dead, I don't get to use you. But I promise, this next time I cum, you get to cum with me."

His responding moan is nearly a whimper, building to a growl as you seat yourself back on him.

You've been edging him for hours. You're not going to admit it but you're impressed. You've cum half a dozen times already, on his face, his fingers, twice on his cock, but still; all it takes is one little shake of your head. Just one little "did I say you could cum?" and he somehow powers through and fucks up into you, rutting like a goddamn animal as you ride him through another wave.

This is the most vocal you've ever gotten him, and he's cute all pussy drunk. You know you should probably let him cum soon, but you do want to enjoy him like this for as long as you possibly can. Most of what he's saying is just please please please- but now it gets even more desperate, begging like you've never heard, pressing all the right buttons.

"C'mon sweetheart, please, You feel so damn perfect clenchin' round me like that, gushin' on me like a faucet, baby, please let me cum-- Wanna bust so deep in ya you're still full o' me for days-"

It's your absolute kryptonite, hearing him talk like this, and he knows it. You're gonna cum again, you're already close. You need to draw it out, though, to pull this orgasm out of him, finally, slowly and surely so that when it finally builds to a peak, it makes him see the fucking stars-

"Shut up, Joel-" you plead, and the man has the audacity to grin. You know he can feel the way you're balancing on the edge, how your cunt is squeezing him.

He's so fucking pretty, cupping your jaw gently as he smirks up at you. His other hand is holding you by the waist, grasping at your flesh to rock into a rhythm. He's matching your thrusts, pulling you so so deep when your hips meet, grinding his pubes against your swollen clit.

"Oh, you want that, honey? Want me to get deep up in there? Want me to fuckin' flood you with my cum? I'm gonna pump so much into ya, it has to take. Sure feels like that's what you want, the way you're squeezin'-"

You need to shut him up.

The hand you'd tangled in his hair releases, and for a moment, he relaxes. Then you wrap it around his neck. The way he moans makes your stomach flip, another gush of arousal adding to the slipperiness between you. Your eyes flutter shut as you focus just on the sensation, drawing it out just that tiny bit longer-

Apparently, choking is equivalent to a mute button on Joel. You think he likely still has the ability to form words. What he lacks is the capacity. He isn't silent, though. He's grunting, feral but dazed.

"I like you so much better with my hand around your throat," you tell him.

You cum together, his tongue in your mouth, hands grasping all along your body as he pulls you tight and doesn't let go till he's emptied his balls and fucked it in deeper.

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

Terra helped forged Jaune's transcripts, in exchange she gets to peg him for a night. (Saph can watch is she likes.)

Through out the Cotta-Arc residence, not a single creature, animal or human could be seen giving the impression that nobody was home. The only indication that someone was home were the muffled moans and the sound of flesh that echoed from the master bedroom. Piering inside, you'd find one Jaune Arc, kneeling on the bed with him facing the headboard which he used to brace himself from the force behind him. His naked body covered in sweat, heavy pants and moans escaping from his open mouth. He yelped when a long black gloved hand grabbed his messy blonde hair and yanked his head backwards. Tracing the gloved hand back to its origins, it belongs to his sister in law, Terra, a feral and lustful smile adorned her lips as she glared into the back of his head.

"T....T....Terra!" He stammered "P...P...Please....S.....S..SLOW DOWN!"

The woman in question going full dominatrix. Her hair done up in a bun, long black silk gloves stretched over her arms, a black corset wrapped tight around her small frame, black satin underwear covered her neither region, fishnet stockings and long leather boots ran up her long plump legs, and a black strapon harness with a massive black dildo getting shoved deep in her brother-in-law's tight asshole.

"Slow down?!" raising her riding crop, she brought it down hard on his already red cheek, "Slow down?! Slow Down?! After what you asked from me?! You deserve ever thing i dish out!"

She brought the crop down a couple more times as she thrusted harder into him. Licking her lips as she did.

"Compared to what they'd do to you in prison, this is child's play" She sneered sadistically,

She granted him no mercy, instead striking him once with her crop making him cry out in pain. Sadistic glee on her face hearing and seeing his pain. Stopping her hips centimeter from his and gave a few small thrusts. Her own moans softer and more less frequent than his own.

"Better yet, you might end up a Grimm's bitch with your lack of skill~" She teased, though it was also a bit of a warning too, as Grimm were sometimes known to attempt to mate with captured hunters.

Yet for all her teasing and sadism, she does care. Jaune was a sweet kid, but his wild and reckless behavior may get him killed if he's not careful. But for what it's worth, he may do some good as a huntsman. However, Terra had to stake her claim first.

"T...T....TERRA I'M GONNA..."

Terra immediately released her grip from his hair and directed it towards his erect cock, squeezing it tightly to prevent his oncoming climax.

"DON'T YOU DARE! I JUST WASHED THESE!" She scowled, but it wasn't enough. Soon as she said those words, Jaune shot forth a massive wad of cum onto the bedding below, staining it permanently with a quite literal pool of seed. Terra marveled at the volume, his genetics causing him to produce incredible amount of seed in his meaty testies. After five minutes, his began to show signs of stopping. Jaune panted heavily riding out the last moments of is orgasm, his body going limp for the rough pounding he took.

Terra pulled her strapon out of his rectum as well as removed her hand from his cock. Staring at the sticky fluid coating her hand, she gulped, a small part of her twitched with desire. In one quick motion, she devoured it all, being sure not to waste a single drop. Once she was done, she placed a hand on her chest, unable to deny the burning sensation.

"Saphron dear"

To the right of the duo sat Saphron arc, sister of Jaune and wife of Terra, spread out in a chair watching her wife pegging her brother. In a similar to her brother, the only real difference being the blue collar around her neck, masturbated to the sight. Once she heard her name, she snapped to attention.

"Be a dear and keep Jaune warm. I need to hydrate then....I think I'd like to try for a child."

Saphron nodded like a puppy and bounded over to the bed, tackling Jaune over and captured his lips in a deep, incestuous kiss. Terra watched briefly before grabbing a robe and heading to the kitchen. For what comes next, she'll need to stay hydrated.

[there-must-be-a-lock]

BuckyJay recs

I have been hammering away at my keyboard like a crazy person working on the If It's A Highway sequel, which obviously has given me the urge to read more BuckyJay, and there is still just... a distressingly small amount of that in the world.

here, have a few of my recent favorites:

To Dig a Grave in Winter by @oliocelottafanfics - just read this one tonight and its criminal lack of hits inspired this list tbh. fucking gorgeously written. GORGEOUS. please go give it some love.

They echo in him, punctuated by the smell of rain and fresh turned earth and the phantom pain of something heavy against his skull. He feels like a walking gravesite. They must see it too. They sneer at him when they call him to the chair after each mission. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t understand when one of them says, “Let’s see if you come back this time.” He feels his heart flutter to a stop as the machine drags away what little of his consciousness remains. When he opens his eyes again, he hardly remembers dying.

First Glance by @drgrlfriend - this is WinterHawkHood-flavored, which is a whole other rec list, but it starts as just the Winter and Hood part, so I'm counting it. Dr. G has never written anything that I didn't absolutely love, she's crazy talented, but there is something special about her shamelessly bloodthirsty Jason.

Jason grins, sharp and feral.  “Human traffickers, baby.  Looking for someone young and pretty to round out their next shipment.  We know where they’re gonna hit tonight and SHIELD’s already nabbed the buyers, so we don’t even need to leave anyone alive once we locate the rest of the merchandise.” And, yeah, there’s a lot of things about the job that Jason likes, but this scenario is pretty much custom made for him.  He seems to get a very specific sort of satisfaction from playing all dewy-eyed and vulnerable, letting the bad guys think they have the upper hand, and then raining deadly fury down on their heads.  Well, Bucky thinks philosophically, everyone needs a hobby. “It’ll practically be a vacation,” Jason purrs, and Bucky takes his hand off the gearshift to give his thigh a pat in agreement.  It’s important to support your partner’s interests.

prove you're not a loser (anymore) by @capriciouswrites - most of this fic is funny as fuck, featuring a spectacularly grumpy Bruce and an adorably thirsty Clint, but it starts with this absolute fuckin banger of an opening, from which I may never recover:

Someone’s hand comes near his mouth to try to force it open and he’s always been willing to be a rabid dog — they're trying to make him into a lap dog after all, he might as well make sure they know that his pedigree is alley — so he bites down and fills his mouth with blood before they manage to get the mouth guard in — and then he’s really stuck like he knew he would be. He knew they’d win and strap him down and try to kill him in the only way that matters.  What is a man, after all, he thinks, but memory trapped in meat. And soon he’ll be just the meat without the memory. His philosophizing is cut short by a sharp jolt of electricity — and then he’s trying to breathe and scream and he’s trapped and — if he could still think he’d consider that maybe this is worse than last time, but he can’t so he doesn’t. 

who do I have to bribe to get more of this pairing in my life?!

[thefrenchfryturtle2]

Day three of Echoes of Wisdom

Spoilers under cut ofc

is it echos or echoes-- I think it's echoes

I STARTED EXPLORING THE WETLANDS AAAA

THE DEKU SCRUBS ARE SO CUTE *feral screaming*

I have no idea what im supposed to do in the lost forest... the level three sword boarblin? is scary- my snakes couldnt defeat it :(

theRE ARE WIzZROBES IN THIS GAME?!?! NOOOOO but also yay because they're op too

Man im facing so many op monsters that my snakes cant do anything anymore :(

I saw this white and gold lizalfos? in one of the caves and it killed me-- any tips??

The little deku scrubs are so cuteeeee

The sweet shop has been taken over by spiders... and the deku scrubs are.. eating it

Smoothies supreme

I know the deku scrubs are mean to outsiders but theyre too cute for me to hate-

Pi! Pi! Pi! THEYRE SO CUTE HAVE I MENTIONE DTHAT YET???

I'm still trying to collect every single pot, statue, and bed in teh game.. I have gerudo pots, royal pots, and normal pots. Old bed, soft bed, and zelda's bed. I also have meat, fish, and carrot. I dont know what im supposed to do with the teddy bear....

Lol thestupid scrub that jumped into the rift to save his lover.... i thought it was super cute at least

EVERYTIME SOMEONE MENTIONS LINK I AM HEARTBROKEN- IM MORE USED TO PEOPLE TALKING BAOUT ZELDA AND ITS JSUT SO WONDERFUL HOW THE TWO ARE LITERALLY FATED FOR EACH OTHER! (yes im a zelink shipper but depending on the universe i also love milink, midlink, sidlink, revalink etc)

Bro Impa's brother (sorry i forgot name, i only talk to him to stalk link and upgrade my sword) is lore-dumping things about link to me and im slurping it up like soup. bro caught in the rift and freed himself and others? PEAK. except he cant save himself now he's trapped in the diamond lol. He doesn;t have the op echo skills

speaking of which, i love how they let her fight. in her own way. Id love it more if she could fight(i mean she can in swordsman mode) but having her unique style of fighting by throwing rocks, spawning snakes, or full on miniboses on enemies is peak imo

Bro i need more zelda content. As soon as i finish this game my daily dopamine is gonna crash like the stock market and im already on max dosage of my antidepressants--

ZELDA GAMES ARE MY ANTIDEPRESSANTS NOW!!!

Anywhoo= deku scrubs are so cute

Where's the great deku tree tho?? I think either in that lost forest area or the (wait north, east, south, west--) east area of the wetlands that i havent explored yet

Im surprised that the dekus are in a wetland/jungle area. I thought they'd be in a woodsy forest. I mean in majoras mask they are in a swamp i just thought they were kokiri and koroks or wtv and got so confused cuz why aint the great deku tree with the dekus???? i think im missing some lore--

have i mentioned how cute the scrubs are. Their language, their huge heads and tiny bodies, the "pi" sounds they make. mwah, chefs kiss. New fav species???? Idk, they're tied with zora in first place only because i have a mipha and sidon bias.

I miss the totk/botw era and the thing abt playing the different games is the whole new world part of it. I keep expecting to see people from previous games (for some reason Dampe is in both links awakening and eow so im having some suspicions....) Like even references to other games? (ik jabu jabu is) I mean i'll probably see some later on.

Are there dragons in this game??? Goddess?? Well i know the prime energy sources are connected to the goddess in the Din, Nayru, and Farore region... Lanaryu, Eldin, and Faron. (i love their names so freaking much) but are we actulaly gonna see them????

*more feral screeching. grabs closest deku scrub by the neck and yeets into microwave /affectionately*

The dripptune toads are cool. They don't attack, they make rain go rain, they're cute little guys :). And thank goodness you don't slip when you climb rocks-

HAVE I MENTIONED HOW IN AWE I AM THAT ZELDA IS A PRO ROCK CLIMBER AND VINE SWINGER???

Not me with my jump boost bracelet jumping over trees instead of taking the path....

Also not me making so many unfortunate smoothies...

i yapped abt the game to my friend during PE (im a minor okay...) and she told me that im overloading her with information... im too autistic for this world--

Wait i forgot stuff from yesterdays post - it was hilarious when the zora guy's house got destroyed.

I now have parrots, crows, and seagulls. WHERE ARE MY LEVEVL TWO ROPES??? /snakes WHERE ARE THEY?? I NEED StroNGER SNAKE ARMY

There was an impostor among us... turns out to be some random dude lmao (TMNT REFERENCE????)

yeah. I am obsessed and it's only been three days. I'm typign this while im in my zelda hoodie next to my great deku tree legos and my totk calendar and my link cosplay photos and my twilight princess link figurinne and my korok legos and my korok plush and my wind waker figurine by my handmade sword sheath that's holding the master sword with my handmade majoras mask hanging off it... i think i'm normal right-

Okay what else-- I think i'm going to continue it sometime later this week because I have a project coming up...

Once again thanks for tolerating me guys, all your reactions make my day <3

(not my drawing or gif. it is so cute i want to cosplay her now)

[sarcastic-sketches]

Meeting the 501st

Carrying on from my Force of Nature AU post where I mash the TV show Primal (Genndy Tartakovsky) with the Star Wars prequels, Anakin has crash landed on a hostile planet and is now a feral amnesiac. He’s half-force and he’s going to use that to his benefit to survive this place.

So, years after Anakin has forgotten everything about himself, the Clone Wars are in full swing, the Galaxy is ready to tear itself apart, and both Dooku and the Jedi Council have taken notice of a very biologically active planet that has a bright star of a force signature on it. A force signature that could sway the tide of battle. Is there a nexus point on that planet or is it a person?

Both sides obviously don’t want the other to get it and use it against them so Obi-Wan, his padawan Ahsoka, and the 212th/501st go to the planet to check it out. (The 501st are kind of a satellite Legion that attach onto other Jedi led Battalions as and when needed… they are claiming Ahsoka as their Jedi if the war is still going when she's Knighted.) Expecting resistance from the Separatists, they don’t really anticipate the planet itself to resist them.

They soon realise this planet is hellish and the less men they have on the ground the better. Miasma fog that disorientate you and alter your memories, entire forests that move to grab ships flying overhead and bring them down to the forest floor for carnivorous fungi to feed upon, a crimson moon that crests over the horizon inciting predators to swarm and hunt on mass. 

Rex says he can handle this with just Torrent and he’ll keep in regular comms with General Kenobi who is probably needed elsewhere more. Obi-Wan wants to stay, because hot damn does that force signature feel familiar but it can’t be, Anakin has been missing/dead for 4 years, and he can’t keep his priorities in order. So he leaves Ahsoka with them to keep an eye on the Force signature (that's been moving) but so far it’s keeping to the dense jungle that seems to take up half the planet. They set up camp and wait, feeling very creeped out by all the life on this planet that wants to eat and kill everything else and not seeing any clankers. Ahsoka's hackles are raised near constantly.

Fives: This is like Umbara all over again Echo: Don’t.

I’m gonna say all the boys are here because I want them to be and having only Obi-Wan lead them would have changed which battles they went to and how they fought them etc. (Also no Krell, because that guy can choke). The legions would have been shuffled around as there is one less Jedi General (who could pull a win out of his ass) to send off to different campaigns. Whenever Obi-Wan isn’t actively giving orders, he just lets Rex and Cody team up to do what they do best tbh. Rex wasn’t made a Captain of the most elite trooper calibre for no reason and there are three additional ARCs in Torrent.

They are shocked to discover that there are actually people living here but they are kept neat and secure behind their fortified walls. Tiny civilisations that strive to keep the nightmares out, by any means possible with vastly different lifestyles. You’ve got the witches who steal the life force of others to create more of their own, the humanoids who live exclusively underground to keep out of sight from aerial predators, and the more advanced communities who Do Not Leave their borders that they’ve made safe. 

So the boys do similarly, making camp in a sort of fort - electrified fences, flood lights, constant fires, etc - and they are keeping watch when suddenly someone is sitting on top of a stack of crates handling their weaponry. They have no idea how he got past them but he looks human and doesn’t seem to want to eat them so they’re startled rather than threatened after a few minutes of watching him (they think it’s a him) not do much of anything. He’s clearly curious more than anything and he’s nowhere near as built as any of the clones. They could take him, right? The person looks kind of amused by their reaction anyway and darts off to a higher vantage point when one of the troops makes a grab for him. He’s a dark blonde, with hair that has grown into a curly mop, and the kind of lanky frame that's all limbs but with obvious deceptive muscle and strength to haul himself around that gracefully and that quickly. There’s also some nasty looking exaggerated canines and the clones are pretty sure humans don’t normally have reflective lenses in their eyes. 

Hardcase: Uhhh, Rex, you copy? Rex: Yeah? Hardcase: There’s someone in the camp Rex: Repeat that?? Hardcase: He’s not wearing boots either. We think he came out of the jungle. Rex: On my way

Ahsoka, taking one look at Anakin, perched on top of their ship and looking down at all the gathered troopers like a cat in a tree, points and goes ‘that’s him. He’s the one we’re looking for’. 

Still doesn’t really change the fact that he seems quite content to just bother them by being a nosy bastard about their camp but other than that he’s not really causing a problem. Or running away. He also has some amazing adaptation abilities - if he’s half-force, does that mean the Force is responsible for half of his genetic code? How much weird shit could come of that if the Force can handle slight morphological changes - He can grow gills if he’s kept underwater so he doesn’t drown. The reflective pupils aid him to see in the dark but during the day they are absent. Some of the men swear they’ve even seen him sporting a long flexible tail to hold things from time to time. The men all start bonding with this bizarre cryptid while Ahsoka and Anakin compare how big their fangs are and how sharp their claws are. Ahsoka is ecstatic that she now has a hunting partner because finally, someone gets it.

Rex: Didn’t think humans could get fangs like that, or claws Ahsoka: I’m not sure he’s entirely human. Seems too wild for that Anakin: Thank you Rex/Ahsoka: What

Up to this point he’s been entirely non-verbal and the troops assumed he couldn’t understand Basic. He absolutely can (retrograde amnesia doesn’t make you forget language) so he’s just been fucking with them. That’s ingrained, amnesia will not make him any less of a little shit. Thus begins the million and one questions they have for him once they realise he can speak and does understand them. He can also understand their droids.

They all start to let their guard down because huh he’s just a dude after all, trapped on a horrible planet and had to make do. It’s all fun and games until they see Anakin go from stationary to launching himself at a T-rex's throat that just charged out of the jungle in under a second. 

They respect the fact that he is also an apex predator on this planet from that point onward. 

[lotus-lamps]

pt. 2 of im bored so im gonna post my ao3 works here lmao (yes i AM just going to copy the format)

(ao3 link if you prefer to read it there)

I didn't ask for an adventure (but i got one anyway)

(help i spent an embarrassing amount of time making this header only for it to look mid lmao)

word count: 6.4k | date of creation: 5/26/2024 | status: incomplete, may be updated soon | fandom: Project Sekai + Vocaloid | relationships: Miku & Kaito (platonic)

synopsis: Miku encounters Kaito carrying out his hitman duties in the middle of her nighttime stroll. He offers her the choice to be his partner in crime. (fantasy au in the making, though the fantasy hasn't taken form yet.)

tw: violence, references to depression & nihilism.

1. Fateful Encounter

Miku meets a strange man during her midnight walk. Surely this will end well, right?

Miku walks down the nearly empty streets of Yokohama, idly tossing a green apple up into the air and then catching it when it fell. The reflections of bright, neon signs of shops and advertisements shone brightly in the large puddles on the pavement. Miku feels the rain dampen her hair as she hops over each one pool of water, not caring to bring an umbrella with her for her walk. She takes out her pocket knife and spins it in the air once, before starting to peel the apple in her other hand, casually strolling down the street. 

A loud bang! echoes through the city streets, followed by a scream and the sound of a body hitting the wall. Miku pauses for a moment, a section of the apple peel falling to the ground. She tilts her head towards the sound, and stealthily makes her way to the alley where the sound came from. She finds a man standing in front of a bloody corpse, reloading his gun as bullet casings falling to the ground with a clink . Despite remaining mostly hidden, the man turns around with a knowing grin and cocks the gun at Miku. 

“Sorry!” he says sweetly, innocently tucking his hair behind his ear, revealing a brilliant red ruby earring. His grin grows feral and unhinged. “I can’t be having any witnesses.” 

He fires a perfectly aimed shot, but Miku just flattens her body against the wall, and the bullet hits a brick wall instead. The man uses this distraction as an opportunity to quickly dash towards Miku, firing several consecutive shots from two shiny pistols with insane precision. Miku swiftly dodges past all of them, spinning her pocket knife and slicing through the last bullet. She grips her half peeled apple and languidly takes a bite. 

The man smiles at her, almost as if he were pleased that none of this bullets landed. He calmly puts his pistols back in his holster and wipes his hands on his pants. 

“Why’d you peel the apple if you’re just going to eat it with your bare hands?” He asks casually, and then grins again. “If you say it’s because you don’t like eating the peel, I’ll shoot you again.” 

Miku takes another bite, purposefully chewing as loudly as possible. “Because I was bored.” She responds nonchalantly with her mouth full, before raising her eyebrows. “And besides, you wouldn’t be able to hit me anyways.”

The man just laughs, turning around to crouch down and inspect the dead body. He rummages around the corpse’s coat pocket, pulling out a wallet and flipping it open, taking out anything of value and slipping it inside his own pockets. Miku steps closer, spinning her knife around before pressing it against the back of the man’s neck. The man flips the wallet shut and returns it to the corpse’s pocket.

“What makes you think I won’t kill you right now?” Miku leans forward, asking in an icy tone. She presses the blade with a bit more force, drawing a small amount of blood.

The man turns around with an equally cold smirk. “You won’t,” he responds firmly, before turning back around and poking at the body for more valuables. “Besides,” he continues cheerily. “You’ll only do it if it’s fun. I guarantee you it isn’t.”

Miku raises her eyebrows, but retracts her knife anyways. He’s not exactly wrong, and she’s not nearly as violent as she presents herself as. She’s never killed anyone, since the consequences are a lot less fun than the killing itself. After deeming the body as fully looted, the man slings it over his shoulder and makes a halfhearted job of cleaning up any blood left behind. He grins at Miku before turning around to go. 

She snorts, taking another bite from the apple. “So much for no witnesses.” 

The man turns around with a shrug. “You won’t report me, so why bother? I don’t like disposing bodies anyways, that work is for my clients.” 

“You make your clients get rid of the evidence? What kind of hitman are you?” Miku questions dubiously. She doesn’t really give a shit either way, but she’s curious about his response. 

“A damn good one.” He lies with a toothy grin. Miku just rolls her eyes. He tosses a bullet at her, and she catches it with artful precision. “Nice to meet you, stranger.” He says simply, and walks away. 

Miku inspects the bullet carefully under one of the glowing signs. A barely noticeable phone number is engraved into the side. She stuffs it back into her pockets, staring up into the night sky with an unreadable expression.

Just what kind of bullshit am I getting myself into?

Kaito absentmindedly tosses the remote control up and down, uncaring to whatever conspiracy theory the news reporter is currently babbling about on the television. He scratches his head and groans loudly. There’s nothing for him to do in this stolen hotel room. Maybe I should go rob another jewelry store. He thinks to himself. Or perhaps a gun shop? A few more firearms never hurt. 

He had just shown his client his target’s corpse for proof of work, and the client happily paid him his due salary. Unfortunately, the man also wanted Kaito to dispose of the body himself, thankfully with some extra pay. With annoyance, he found some random trash bag to stuff the dismembered body parts in and halfheartedly dropped it in a nearby dumpster. Who cares if somebody finds it? It’s not his problem anyways. He’ll get a move on sooner or later. Sure, he’s a pretty skilled criminal, but he’s not that good at avoiding the authorities. He’ll probably sightsee at some bars tomorrow and then get going. 

Kaito was just about to head out when he heard his phone ring. He smiles to himself. Must be the new girl. He thinks to himself, before pulling out his phone and picking up the call.

“Hiii~,” He croons in an obnoxious, singsong voice while raiding the mini fridge of drinks, popping one open and taking a loud sip. “Is it the little girl I met today?”

“Little girl my ass,” the caller responds with a pissed voice. “I’m a few years younger than you at best. Also, saying it like that is going to make you sound like a lolicon,” she adds with a hint of disgust.

Kaito chokes on his drink, coughing and wheezing loudly as he spits it out. The girl snorts from the other end. “I’d like you to know I only date women my age,” He says in between hysterical coughs. 

“As if you’ll ever get any,” She responds. Kaito can almost hear the eyeroll through the phone. “So, why’d you give me your number?

“Why’d you call my number?” He responds snarkily, taking another sip from his drink.

“Bored, I guess,” The caller deadpans. 

Kaito just snorts. Guess that’s all there really is to this girl.

“Also I wanted to see if the number was real,” She adds.

“Fair enough,” he responds. “What’s your name, mystery girl?”

“Why should I tell you?” She deadpans again.

“Because I asked,” He croons obnoxiously, fluttering his eyelashes. 

“Has anyone ever told you how fucking punchable you are? I’m gonna hang up on your sorry ass if you keep being an irritable bitch.” The caller curses through gritted teeth.

“NOOOO I’m so sorry I’ll never do it again!!” He absolutely lies through barely contained laughter. He settles down again, and continues calmly. “The name’s Kaito. I gave you my number because you’re good at whatever it is that you’re doing. I want to partner up. You can take care of all the shit I don’t want to do.”

“So much for sweet talking. Straight to the point, huh?” She says in a bored tone. After pausing for a moment, she responds quietly. “Hatsune Miku. I’ll consider your offer.”

Kaito grins. “Good,” he says cheerfully. “Meet me at Bar Lupin tomorrow. Midnight, sharp.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Miku responds halfheartedly before hanging up.

Kaito lets out a laugh and drops his phone back into his pocket, staring at the stained ceiling.

Good. he thinks to himself. I win.

2. Newfound Partnership

Miku stares at her watch. 12:07 a.m. So much for “Midnight, sharp.” She thinks to herself, rolling her eyes. She’s hardly punctual herself, but she assumed Kaito would be at least a little decent with time. How the hell does he still get jobs with such a shitty work ethic, anyway? Miku taps her feet impatiently, spinning the umbrella in her hands. She’s glad she brought one at all; today’s rain is much heavier than yesterday’s. The sound of rainfall was so loud that Miku felt like it was filling her eardrums, and the rain was creating large pools of water beneath her feet that soaked into her shoes, much to her dismay. Kaito said to meet up at Bar Lupin, but he never specified whether or not she should be waiting inside. She knows she probably looks extremely suspicious loitering outside the bar, but she can’t be bothered to care. 

Miku was just about to give up and head inside the bar when a man comes sprinting over, splashing copious amounts of rainwater onto himself. She quickly steps back to avoid getting drenched, half expecting Kaito to do a full body shake like a dog to get the water out. He takes a few breaths before running a hand through the wet hair that covers most of his face, revealing a deranged smile and a dark, manic glint in his eyes. 

“Sorry for the wait!” He says quickly between hysterical laughs. “Let’s just say my target wasn’t nearly as compliant as I expected him to be. Luckily, the rain washed all the blood out though! Well, I hope so.” He adds, rubbing at his cheek just in case. “Can I stand under your umbrella?”

“No.” Miku deadpans immediately. Kaito starts making puppy dog eyes at her, but she just quickly closes the umbrella and whacks him with it. 

“Hey! Not nice! Very rude, in fact!” Kaito complains halfheartedly, only to get hit by the umbrella again. 

“Okay okay I get it! Jeez. Women these days,” He mutters under his breath, before his back is immediately whacked by the umbrella at full force, causing him to yelp out a string of curses.

“Your persuasion skills are horrendous. If there were any chances of me joining you before, there definitely aren't any now.” Miku says in an annoyed tone, opening up the umbrella again. 

Kaito rubs his back, muttering a series of “ow”s under his breath. “Aww, are you really turning down my wonderful offer?” He says sadly, making puppy dog eyes again. 

“Yes.” Miku replies sternly, but she’s not sure if she means it. 

Kaito straightens himself and he loses all his playful demeanor. He stares at Miku with a cold and almost mocking gaze. “Really now?” He questions with an icy tone. “Why not? It’s not like you have anything in your life that’s worth meaning.” 

Miku whips around, eyes dark and furious as she glares at Kaito. “What makes you think you know anything about me?” She snaps angrily, voice laced with stingy venom. She grips her pocket knife. 

Kaito’s grins cruelly, eyes losing its light. “I’m not wrong though, am I?” He says coldly, voice devoid of kindness. “And what did you expect? A teammate who’s loving and supportive?” He lets out a manic laugh. “Oh please. You already know what I do for a living.” He rests his hand on the pistols in his holster as his grin grows more feral. “So, what do you say? Are you interested in teaming up with a blatant, irredeemable murderer?”

Miku narrows her eyes but simply lets out a tch and turns her head away. “You really are bad at persuasion.” She finally comments after several moments of silence. 

Kaito smiles enthusiastically, his bubbly persona returning to him. “Hey now, nobody’s perfect!” He extends his hand and leans forward. “So do we have a deal or not?”

Miku remains quiet for a long moment before she lets out an exasperated sigh. She hates the fact that he’s right. She really doesn’t have anything meaningful in her life. She doesn’t like how accurate he’s been with his predictions about her, especially since they just met. “Fine. It’s not like I have anything better to do anyway.” She replies half heartedly, shaking the man’s hand.

Kaito grins smugly, eagerly shaking her hand. “Told you.”

“I’ll kill you if you continue to be a smartass.” Miku responds with a cold, emotionless voice. “I don’t care what you think about me and whether or not I’m dangerous enough to harm you. Just know that if you try anything funny, you’ll be dead before you can even breathe.” 

Kaito’s smile turns crazed again. “How lovely. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Really? Robbing a jewelry store?” Miku deadpans. She shivers and rubs her arms, trying to keep warm in the cold weather. “In the rain, too. Aren’t you supposed to be smart or something?”

Kaito scoffs at her with wide eyes, dramatically holding his hand to his heart as if her words were extremely offensive. “You wound me, Miku-chan!” Miku lets out a groan. She can’t believe that they’re already on a first name basis, but more importantly, she can’t tell if she’s offended or flattered. Kaito continues, ignoring her: “There’s nothing wrong with a good old heist. It’s a classic! Besides, I get the feeling that you’re not up for some murder anyways.” Miku says nothing, but still feels upset that he’s deciphering her scarily well. 

She lets out an exasperated sigh. “Why are we doing this again? If you want more money, you might as well become a drug dealer.”

Kaito snorts. “Relax,” He responds with a wink. Miku imitates a gagging motion, which just causes him to laugh again. “I’m only a burglar because I can’t get these things legally. I have the money to pay for it, but I can’t just stroll in and purchase it like any other citizen. I’m a wanted criminal.” He replies logically and calmly, adjusting his position. They’re both crouching on a low rooftop, and Kaito would rather not have one of them slip and die of fall damage before they even get to rob anything. What a waste that’d be. 

“Speaking of which, how have you not been caught yet? You’re anything but secretive with your crime, so how are you even allowed in public spaces without immediately getting arrested? Also, if you really want the jewelry, can’t you just get someone to deal it to you?” Miku questions, pulling out another apple and taking a bite. 

“...where do you keep getting those? Apples don’t even taste that good.” Kaito replies, staring at the fruit in Miku’s hand. It’s the first time she’s seen him look both genuinely curious and concerned. 

Miku raises her eyebrows. “I do have a bag with me, you know. You’re a lot more stupid than you let on.” Kaito pretends to be offended again, and Miku just rolls her eyes, chewing on the fruit. “Also, stop avoiding the question.” 

Kaito laughs coldly, eyes devoid of humor. Miku narrows her eyes at him. He keeps switching his personas. It’s pissing me off. “Well,” he starts, “First of all, I’ve been in this city for about a week, not long enough for me to get caught. I have decent connections to underground societies, so I don’t usually run out of hitman work. If I do happen to lose business, I can always just rob some random store or stranger.” He says casually, as if it was any normal thing.

“Second of all, I’m a hitman with deadly skill in the art of killing.” He grins maniacally. “Do you really think any ordinary person would want to mess with me? If they’re barely a threat, I’ll just threaten to shoot them. I tried to kill you right away, because I could tell that you could be dangerous.” Miku’s eyes widen and she can't help but smile to herself. So he isn’t underestimating me after all. Good. Kaito seems to notice her smile, because lets out a small laugh. Miku has to use what little self control she has left to restrain herself from just pushing him off the roof.  

“Lastly, I can survive the authorities well enough. I can either bribe my way out of it with the corrupt, or just shoot them if they threaten me with jail time or violence. Those two tactics almost always work on the cops I have to deal with. Authorities that I can’t use either strategy on are actually rarely on my case.” He shrugs with an easygoing smile. “Even though I’m a murderer, I only really take on offers where my victim is someone…insignificant. Someone who will be grieved, but only by other, unimportant people. That way, the consequences become fairly inconsequential. I won’t kill anybody influential, that’s far too much of a hassle for an ordinary person like me.” He laughs it off, as if he were any average person. 

Miku raises his eyebrows at him. “As if you’re anyone ordinary,” she responds, but her mind was occupied with something else. Someone insignificant. Grieved only by other insignificant people. Kaito was being brutally honest. It was true that those people were undoubtedly ordinary and average, someone you wouldn’t notice and someone you wouldn’t remember. Just an insignificant number to be added to the total population count. Someone with a life that doesn’t matter. Miku stares at the apple in her hands. She fits his description perfectly. She may not be as ordinary as your average citizen, but her life was anything but meaningful. She had no friends, no family. She does not contribute to anything nor anyone. If Kaito were to kill her right then and there, no one would have ever noticed. That’s why she accepted his deal, wasn’t it? She feigns boredom because she’s lonely. She’s not suicidal. She never wanted to die, but her life is so pointless that it’s hard to see why she’s still living.

Miku shakes her head, clearing her thoughts. She turns to look at Kaito instead, nudging him with her foot. “Hey,” she says quietly. “Why’d you start crime anyway?”

Kaito smiles softly, staring up at the rainy sky. “I was bored.”

Miku’s sure she misheard. “...What?” She asks dubiously. 

Kaito turns to look at her. His gaze is soft and gentle, unlike anything she’s seen from him before. “You heard me. I was bored,” he replies simply. Miku’s still staring at him like he’s insane, so he continues, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “We’re not that different, you and I. Let me guess, you’ve been thinking about how well I correctly guess your thoughts and predict your behavior, right?” Miku almost chokes on her apple, but Kaito goes on regardless. “It’s because I see myself in you, Miku. I was like you once, and that’s why I understand you. Why did I start crime? I was bored. I lived a meaningless life with no friends or family. Nothing to look forward to, nothing to enjoy. I woke up, and then I went to bed, and I don’t even remember what I did in between. That’s how pointless it all was. I had no dreams, no thoughts of my own, no simple pleasures or hobbies. You start behaving like a mindless robot, and you forget the fact that you’re even alive at all. You don’t fear death anymore, because in the end it’s no different than being alive.”

He lets out an almost bitter laugh. “I know crime isn’t the best outlet for nihilism. I’m sure there’s plenty of beneficial and positive ways to overcome a meaningless life.” He shrugs. “I guess murder and robbery just stuck with me, for some reason. I won’t pretend like I’m a good person. I’m well aware that human life shouldn’t be taken lightly, and that homicide is morally incorrect. I’m sure my clients have a good reason to kill whoever they see fit, I’m just the middleman in charge of making sure the job gets done. I’m not a vigilante, I don’t kill whoever I think should die because of justice and righteousness. I do it because I get paid to, and there’s a sense of exhilaration with it all. Twisted as it is, frankly, it’s fun. It brings meaning to my life, no matter how morbid it is. And hey, I guess I get some cash out of it too. I get to momentarily pretend like I live a life of luxury.” He shrugs again. “It’s really no different to a nihilist. It won’t give your life any meaning, but at least it makes things easier.”

Kaito smiles at her. Miku thinks it’s the first real one he’s given her since they’ve met. “I suppose that’s why I wanted to partner up with you so quickly. I’m not the best influence, even if we really are so similar. You’re not a criminal yet, and you don’t have to be one. You still have a chance to live a meaningful life, and a beneficial one at that. I know I shouldn’t be saying this after I invited you to a life of crime, but I mean it. Even if you already agreed, you can still turn back now. I won’t ruin any more lives than I have to.” Miku knows he’s being honest. He’s letting himself be vulnerable so that she can truly trust him. 

She knows that he’s right. She’s never committed a crime before, even if she does enjoy a bit of chaos and isn’t the most law abiding citizen, it’s definitely nothing on Kaito’s level. It’s true that she could make a meaningful life out of something legal and positive. But where would she even start? Miku felt like Kaito was her first and only friend, even if she would never admit it. He’s right about the fun part with crime too, even if it’s messed up. The adrenaline rush and the excitement of it all- it’s surely better than living a life of nothing at all, right? 

Miku looks at Kaito and smiles. It’s the first real one she’s given him since they’ve met. Hell, it’s the first time she’s smiled a real smile in a long time. “I’ll stay,” she says gently. Kaito’s eyes widen. “I don’t mind it. I can’t say that I was ever a good person anyway. I don’t want to kill, but I’m fine with other petty crimes. It’s not like the rich bastards who would’ve been the ones to get their hands on the stuff deserve it anyway.” She pulls her hood down and stares into the distance. The city lights are bright and shiny. “...I’m not looking for meaning, necessarily. I’m okay with living a life that doesn’t matter. Most people are living ordinary, insignificant lives anyway. It’s just so pointless, living such a boring and worthless life. It doesn’t feel like living anymore. I don’t need it to be special or important, I just want it to be something, anything.”

Kaito stares at her. He feels seen, for the first time. He already knew that Miku was like him, but he didn’t expect them to be so strikingly similar, almost exactly the same. He smiles softly. “Good,” He responds. “I can’t promise you any meaning, but I can guarantee that it’ll be something. It may not be a good life, but in the end, it’s worth it. To me, at least. It’s worth something.” He grins again, pushing himself up and extending a hand to Miku. “C’mon!” He shouts enthusiastically. “We have a heist to do.”

Miku glances at him for a moment, before letting out a grateful laugh and taking his hand, letting him pull her up. “Sure, sure.” she replies, unable to hide the smile that’s forming on her face. “Jeez, how have you not caught a cold? It’s been raining all …night?” She mutters, holding out her hand. Oh, she thinks to herself. It stopped.

She looks up at the night sky, and not a single cloud is in sight. The moon shines a brilliant, liquid white, and thousands of stars dot the beautiful, shadowy midnight. A soft blue glow is cast onto the entire city, and the distant sound of chatter and laughter fill her ears. Miku feels her breath getting caught in her throat, and she can’t help but let herself laugh freely, the sound resonating through the air. 

Oh, but if it’s not raining anymore, why is my face wet?

Miku places a hand on her cheek. Oh, she realizes. They’re tears. I’m crying. Why am I crying? She looks back at the sky, and she suddenly understands why. 

Because it has meaning now. It’s worth something, this pitiful world. There’s something beautiful about it regardless, something imperfectly special. 

She lets out another joyous laugh. Thank you. The world sees me. It really is something meaningful now, after all. 

Miku tosses the half eaten apple up and down, catching it lazily. Kaito eyes her with a disgusted look. 

“Dude. You need to stop. That only works when it’s an untouched, uneaten apple.” He says, voice laced with concern and revulsion. 

Miku catches the apple only to take another, loud bite out of it, and then immediately goes back to throwing it into the air. Kaito makes a gagging motion, to which Miku snorts.

“I’ll throw it at you if you keep this going,” She replies calmly, a smug smirk growing on her face. 

“This time I’ll really shoot you.” He deadpans, so genuinely that Miku can barely tell if he’s joking or not. Miku just snorts again, taking another bite. 

“You sure have a lot of problems with the way I eat apples,” She adds nonchalantly, speaking through chunks of apple.

“Yes,” Kaito responds, completely serious, staring at Miku as if she’s absolutely delusional. “I do.” He sighs and rubs at his temples, as if eating apples strangely was the world’s most unforgivable crime. Miku half heartedly throws the fruit at him, to which he yelps out a high pitched shriek and narrowly dodges it. 

“I am THIS close to pulling out my pistols and firing at you until you have so many bullet wounds that the doctors won’t be able to identify who you are even after several autopsies,” He threatens lovingly, with a faux sweet and absolutely pissed smile. He grips the handles of his guns as if he means it. Miku honestly can’t tell whether he’s being serious or not at this point, but she smiles anyway.

“Awfully specific. Sounds like you have experience,” She banters cheekily, voice dripping with sarcasm, but she gets back on topic. “But let’s get a move on. What’s the plan?”

Kaito straightens himself, seeming to drop his irritation with Miku’s (fairly questionable) apple eating habits and shoots her an easygoing grin and a wink. “I’m glad you asked, partner!” Miku groans and drags her hands down her face. Sure, they just had a touching moment, but this man has the cringe energy of thousands of wannabe cool fathers trying to talk slang to their kids combined. Kaito’s honestly not even doing anything too bad, he just somehow makes everything insufferable. It’s impressive, really. 

“This one’ll be pretty easy, since it’s still your first time. This jewelry store is fairly new, but nothing special enough to garner popularity. Since they’re new to the business, security measures are still fairly loose, but it’s still a jewelry store with valuable items, so we need to be cautious nonetheless. Our first objective is to get in.” he says, pulling out two hairpins from his coat pocket and spinning them around. Kaito smiles at Miku, jerking his head towards the back of the shop and then motioning for her to follow.

“It’s late at night and the store is closed, so getting in won’t be much of an issue. There aren’t any guards posted, and getting in through the back entrance should be no problem, as I doubt the owners are meticulous enough to install alarms here.” He clicks the pins together and carefully inserts them into the lock of the door, twisting and turning them around until he hears a quiet click, grinning to himself as he turns the doorknob and pushes the door open with ease. Miku sticks her head through and tries to look around, but it’s far too dark to see anything. Kaito opens the flashlight on his phone and waves it around. It seems to be some sort of messy mini office, the floor littered with half opened boxes and supplies. 

Kaito flashes Miku a toothy grin and winks. “Step one done.” 

Miku stares at him incredulously. “That easy?”

Kaito lets out a bark of laughter in response. “I wish,” he begins, stepping further inside, twirling the hairpins between his fingers. “If only it was that easy for every heist. And this one’s just barely started, so don’t fool yourself into thinking it’ll go smoothly at all.”

He picks through a few more locks and doors, mentioning something about teaching Miku how to do so as well, but she only registers parts of the conversation, caught up in her own thoughts. Ironically, Miku finds that she’s not nervous at all. She doesn’t feel the fear of getting caught, the guilt of immorality, the adrenaline of danger, nor the excitement of something new. She doesn’t feel anything at all, which bothers her. Of course, Miku knows they only just got in and that things will start to get more exciting, but her only thought is that everything is incredibly boring so far. She can’t help but feel disinterested in everything going on. As if Kaito could read her mind again, he turns around and shoots her a knowing but smug look.

“Relax, it’ll get more interesting sooner or later. You may not feel much now or even afterwards, but it’s still fairly fun regardless.” Miku lets out a long sigh and shoves her hands into her pockets. Just because she understands why Kaito can see through her so well doesn’t mean that she’ll ever get used to it. Miku’d be lying if she said that his scarily accurate statements didn’t still freak her out a little. Kaito motions for her to come over as he opens the door to the main section of the jewelry store. 

“Now, our second task is to snatch as many of these babies as we can. I’ll give you two options. Do you want to get as much valuables as possible and have a movie style chase scene, or would you rather play it safe and get out as fast as possible?”

Miku considers it for a moment. “Eh, let’s just take the safer choice. Yokohama’s okay enough for me to want to stay a little longer before we’re inevitably forced to leave.”

Kaito nods at her and then at the jewelry shining in the glass cases. “Alright. In that case, we’ll have to move quicker. Go check out what you want to take. I suggest you go for style rather than value, unless you consider yourself a good black market dealer. Once we start breaking the cases, the alarm will go off. I assume it’ll directly contact the police station as nobody’s manning it here right now, and so we’ll have to act fast. Plan accordingly ahead of time for the route you’re going to take when you’re grabbing the jewelry. The station isn’t particularly close, so we’ll have a bit more time.” He checks his watch, and then looks back up at her. “It’ll take around seven minutes and thirty nine seconds for them to get here, so you’ll have approximately six minutes to take whatever before we need to bail. Sounds good?”

“Sure, I guess. What’s the escape route?” 

He gives a halfhearted shrug with a questionable grin and his professional facade immediately disappears. “I’ll figure it out from there,” He replies nonchalantly.

Miku couldn’t believe her ears. Holy shit, I’m one crime in and she’s already going to get arrested. “What the fuck do you mean, ‘I’ll figure it out from there’ ?!?”

Kaito laughs heartily and waves it off, turning away from a thoroughly pissed Miku. “As I was saying, I’ll need to destroy the evidence so we don’t get caught immediately. I’ll locate every security camera in the location and shoot them. To maximize our time, I’ll signal you so we can break through the cases and get rid of the cameras at the same time.” He tosses her a pair of latex gloves and then a hammer. “You don’t want to leave your fingerprint, so wear these. I’m sure the hammer is self explanatory.” He pulls out his beloved pistols with a maniacal grin. “I’ll get to work.”

Miku groans with exasperation, but begins to check out the jewelry anyway. She mentally notes some of the ornaments she finds interesting, such as a pair of large, silver hoop rings and earrings and multiple glittering diamond accessories. She slips on the gloves and turns toward Kaito, watching for his signal to go. He loads his pistol and aims at a security camera, giving a wink towards Miku and starts a countdown.

“3, 2, 1…” 

She raises the hammer above the glass case.

Kaito grins. “Go.” 

BANG!

Miku drives the hammer down and ducks down as glass goes flying into the air, the deafening ring of alarms and the blinding red of the emergency lights filling the room. Kaito shoots the security camera and crushes it under his foot, using the broken device as a step to turn and leap towards the next two cameras, successfully destroying both with two consecutive fires midair. Miku jumps up and snatches everything she can from the broken case and stuffing it into her pockets, before picking up the weapon and dragging the hammer through another case of jewelry, broken shards of glass trailing behind the heavy tool like glittering beads of water. She scoops up all the valuables as she hears more gunshots in the back of the store. Running out of space in her jacket, Miku instinctively chucks the extra accessories at Kaito, who had just ran back inside the building. The jewelry almost hits him square in the face, but luckily he catches it just in time and mockingly shakes his finger at Miku.

“ Tsk tsk,” He scolds her with a smug grin. Somehow she can hear him perfectly despite the sound of the blaring alarms flooding her ears. Kaito takes the hammer from her hands and smashes through the front door, pocketing the spare jewelry thrown at him in the process, shooting Miku a self satisfied smirk. “Careful with throwing stuff that hurts, not everyone has outstandingly fast reflexes like meEWOAHauH-”

“You should be grateful that I’m not holding that hammer anymore,” Miku retorts through gritted teeth, harshly grabbing Kaito’s arm and dragging him through the broken front door. “And shut up, we don’t have time for your idiotic and egotistical remarks.” 

Kaito lets out an operatic and offended gasp, dramatically holding his free hand before his heart. He begins to make another stupid comment but immediately gets interrupted by a hard punch to the ribs from Miku, who then continues pulling his body away from the store. 

“oW FUCK OKAY WE’RE GOING-” Kaito wheezes loudly, covering his ribs but recovering quickly. This time he begins to drag Miku, looking around before he notices an unguarded motorcycle by a nearby shop and pulls her along there. He hops on the vehicle with Miku following and starts it up, laughing maniacally as he begins to hear the sounds of a police siren from behind the jewelry store. 

“START DRIVING, DUMBASS!” Miku yells, pushing him forward.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He responds sweetly, but he presses his foot onto the gas pedal anyway. They propel through the city streets, nearly crashing into several different buildings as the loud sound of the engine and Kaito’s crazed laughter fills the night air. 

“TreetreetreetreetreeTREE THERES A FUCKING TREE THERE!!” Miku screams, reaching over and turning the handles just in time to avoid ramming straight into it, the bark just barely grazing Miku’s shoulder. Kaito shrugs and gives a halfhearted oops. “YOU DRIVE LIKE A DRUNKASS BITCH! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, A GTA 5 PLAYER??” She pulls him backwards to her seat and jumps up to take her place at the front. She turns up the speed and races through the city street, the sound of the police siren long gone. 

“agh MOVE YOUR HAIR IT'S IN MY FACE!” Kaito says, shielding himself from Miku’s long green twintails, which flap wildly in the wind at him. “Wait do you even know where you’re going?”

“No but it’s infinitely better than trying to stop you from crashing into EVERY GODDAMN OBJECT ON THE SIDEWALK!!” 

“Okay come on, my driving wasn’t THAT bad!!” He replies, pretending to be offended. Kaito leans forward and begins pointing directions for Miku, who effortlessly glides through the city streets with zero casualties whatsoever. 

Soon enough, they skid to a stop in front of a large, abandoned parking lot originally meant for a hotel of some sort. Miku hops off the motorcycle, parking it in a dark and hopefully inconspicuous corner. She lets out a long groan, leaning against the wall and plopping onto the ground tiredly. Kaito laughs airily, sitting down next to her. 

“Fun, wasn’t it?” He asks softly. Miku just throws her jacket at him, which makes him laugh again, slinging an arm around her shoulder and ruffling her hair playfully. She can’t help but laugh too, the warm sound resonating through the quiet night. 

Fun, huh? She can’t say for sure whether or not she enjoyed it. But it was something, it was certainly something alright. And Miku supposed it was better than being alone for another night, doing the same thing over and over again every day until it was so repetitive that she forgot what day and week and month and year it was. Maybe it wasn’t the best, but it was something. And she was glad that it was something, rather than nothing at all. The laughter of a friend, the peacefulness of a gentle night. She looked up to the starry sky, and smiled to herself. 

It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

“That driving was fucking terrible though, remind me to never let you near a vehicle again.” Miku says suddenly, completely out of the blue. 

“OKAY NO IT WASN’T!! I’d never drive MY car that badly. Blame it on whoever owns the motorcycle.”

that's it for now, thanks for reading :)

fic was last updated on 6/17/2024, this one may receive an update soon but we'll see.

[dailybeastarsthings]

Chapter 61 – Addicted

It was one hell of a day for Legoshi. A job interview, meeting again with Louis and the longest ever shift at the noodle shop made it seem it would never end. When he finally left and closed the door of the restaurant, it was already 2 a.m.

The streets were quiet, no cars or any sign of running public transport, only a lonely fries stand still operating on the nearby corner. Legoshi looked at his phone to check the timetable, whether he had the slightest chance to catch the last metro, which would take him home. Alas, he was 10 minutes late. With no chance but to walk home, he zipped his phone in his backpack and took a deep breath of the crisp air around him. However, there was something else besides the smog and the sunflower oil.

Legoshi took up a steady pace to be home as quickly as possible to get some rest. After all, he was expected at his new part time job at 8:30 in the morning. The streets only echoed from his shoes clicking on the ground as he made his heavy steps. Still, he grew slightly more uneasy as the strange smell in the air got stronger with each step.

As he passed a corner, he was stopped by three felines: a black panther, a cheetah and a domestic housecat. The two large felines had crates in their hands, containing glass bottles in them, while the house cat was holding a sign, promoting something called “Golden Beast”.

‘Hello, sir, would you like to try our company’s new energy drink?’ the cheetah asked.

‘A new energy drink? For carnivores?’ Legoshi asked, as he took a closer look of the bottles.

‘That’s exactly right! How old are you?’

‘I’m 17.’

‘Oh, you must be exhausted being up this late at night! I suppose it’s a part-time job, right?’

‘Yes, but…’

‘Then go ahead and take a sample of our company’s new energy drink! More energy for a better tomorrow! We’re doing a campaign where we hand out free samples you know. I’m sure you don’t want to miss it!’ the cheetah insisted.

Legoshi took a moment to think. He was a bit sleepy, sure, but he never really had to take energy drinks or any caffeine really to be able to stay awake. He shrugged and started walking away.

‘My stamina is one of the few things that I’m proud of so I don’t think I’d need this’ he said. ‘Thanks anyway.’

‘Now now, don’t say that’ the panther said, catching up to Legoshi with a malicious grin. ‘You can just tell us how it tastes!’

Without him noticing, the felines herded Legoshi into a dark alleyway, way away from the main street.

‘Now we’ve got him!’ the panther thought. ‘As soon as I open one of these bottles, he’ll be intoxicated immediately. We’re gonna turn him into a slave of meat!’

‘Why are we in this dark street?’ Legoshi asked innocently.

‘You’ll know in time, don’t worry’ the panther said as he opened a bottle of the energy drink. ‘You’re gonna feel so much better soon… Here…’ he handed the bottle to Legoshi.

Legoshi covered his muzzle with his hand, while the felines watched him in anticipation, expecting him to turn feral, drooling like the other carnivores they made to drink their product. They looked closer and closer, until Legoshi eventually let go of his muzzle in a loud sneeze. The felines were surprised by the reaction to say the least.

‘I’m sorry, I had my window open last night’ Legoshi apologized before taking a sip of the drink. At first, it tasted like tutti-frutti bubblegum, but it then started to have a weird after taste. Something bitter and sour at the same time.

He couldn’t really put his finger on it, but he remembered something he saw in the news at the restaurant the other day. The report was about a substance called the Blood-Bone Drug. As the name suggests, it was a mixture of ground-up herbivore bones and blood. Apparently, the dealers targeted younger carnivores who didn’t want to try eating meat or suppressed their urges to do so, since the number of customers were rapidly decreasing at the Black Market. To lure unsuspecting carnivore into consuming the substance, it is mixed into drinks. Since its water-solubility is very good, the go-to drinks are usually energy drinks, which are then re-labeled. The Blood-Bone Drug is usually effective in mere seconds, sending the consumer into a frenzy of bloodlust and insatiable hunger for herbivore meat.

Legoshi held the bottle away from him, looking at the golden letters of the label before saying ‘I think this has a weird aftertaste’. He sent a glare towards the felines who started shaking in their boots. ‘It’s probably the Blood-Bone Drug, but how would I know, right? Boy, I’d like to go back to the times when the tiniest whiff of blood or meat made me feel dizzy… maybe… Then again…’

He threw the bottle to the ground, breaking it.

‘What the hell!? Why didn’t it work!?’ the cheetah yelled.

‘I ate the flesh of my own friend. Mixed-up drinks like these have no effect on me. My body only reacts to the living flesh of herbivores, which I vowed to never eat again. I want to live in peace with herbivores.’

Legoshi removed his shirt and pullover, folding them neatly before taking up his fighting position.

‘I guess we targeted the wrong guy’ the panther said as he pulled out his knife.

‘We’ll make sure you don’t get in the way of our business, son’ the cheetah added.

‘Sure, go ahead. As for me, I’m going to break havoc on you guys for all the herbivores you used for that drug!’

‘You really should’ve lived an honest life, like a real carnivore… Too bad…’ the panther said as he flung his knife to cut Legoshi. The razor-sharp blade cut him right under his left eye. He felt the warmth of his rich red blood flowing out of the wound.

‘An honest life, huh?’ Legoshi said as he licked his injury, revealing his sharp canines in an almost maniacal smile.

‘What the hell are you smiling for!?’ the panther yelled as he lashed out again towards Legoshi. He dodged the knife and went straight for the belly of the panther with his fist. Showing off his fangs, his body throbbing with strength made him feel like the time he had fought Riz under the Gazura Bridge. As he dodged the other attacks of the panther, he managed to punch him in the nose, which, surprisingly for him, was very soft. The feline fell to the ground in a scream with blood steadily flowing out of his nose.

‘Did you ever think about the herbivores who were used as ingredients while you were selling that drug!?’ Legoshi growled. He stepped to the panther and lifted him off the ground by the neck of his shirt.

‘Please stop!’ the feline begged.

‘You know, I really am an egotistical, no-good wolf who gets so much joy from fighting for a great cause that I lose sight of my strength limiters. I should just go ahead and destroy all of you utterly and completely…’

‘Please, I swear I’ll stop selling these drugs!’

‘I can’t hear you!’

‘I won’t sell Blood-Bone Drug anymore!’

Suddenly, half-a-dozen of police officers raided the scene, ordering everyone to freeze. After that, Legoshi could hear one of them talking to him, but his blood flowed out of his head, making him lose his consciousness and faint.

He woke up in a hospital room four hours later, feeling drained of his energy completely.

‘Oh, good! Our hero woke up’ a mountain gorilla greeted Legoshi. ‘I’m officer Kona, responsible for patrolling in the district where you live. Your neighbor had told us that you hadn’t arrived home yet and that you were a predation offender, that’s why we started looking for you, worried that you might have been influenced by the effects of the Blood-Bone Drug. It looks, however, that you have a resistance to it. Anyway, good job exposing that drug cartel. We’re in your debt. By the way, a friend of yours is here to see you. I’ll let him in now.’

With that, the gorilla left but left the door open.

‘Thank you, officer’ Legoshi heard the familiar sound from the other side of the door. His heart began to race when he saw that his visitor was none other than Louis, wearing a surprisingly casual outfit of dark grey loose-fit pants, a beige pullover and a red scarf.

‘I knew it was you’ Louis said, expectedly. ‘I read an article about a 17-year-old grey wolf who captured a drug cartel all by himself. Now… Where’s a chair?’ he looked around, while untying his scarf. ‘Anyway, I had a feeling that you were the wolf in the article and surprise, surprise, I was correct.’

Louis sat down in front of Legoshi’s bed. The two of them were alone in the ward.

‘After some investigation, I found out where you were. It was surprisingly easy. Then again, you are a hero now as far as the police is concerned.’

Louis saw the surprised yet excited expression on Legoshi’s face, which annoyed him greatly. How could he be so excited after risking his life yet again, fighting thugs on the street when he should have just walked past by them?

‘Okay, calm down, you’re wagging your tail way too excited again.’

‘Oh, sorry’ Legoshi apologized.

‘Don’t worry about it. I hate to admit it but it’s cute actually. Anyway, here’s some water for you to drink’ Louis replied, taking a bottle out of what seemed to be a delivery bag and handing to the wolf, who opened it and started gulping the water down. ‘I also brought you some souvenirs and some cake, too.’

Louis reached into the bag once again, pulling out a box of fruit jelly in his right hand and a pack of castella in his left one, sending a coy smile towards Legoshi.

‘So, which one of these three are you going to eat?’ Louis asked, sort of seductively.

‘What’s gotten into you Louis?’ Legoshi said after spitting the water out in a ray.

‘It’s about time you opened your mouth. I thought real hard about this joke. The least you can do is appreciate it!’

‘It wasn’t funny, you scared me!’

‘You know I have a dark sense of humor.’

‘Well, I know now…’

‘Anyway, fruit jelly or castella.’

‘The castella, please. This doesn’t mean I won’t taste you later though’ Legoshi said with a teasing smile on his face. Louis was surprised by the openness and rapid reaction.

‘Are you joking right now or is this a terribly cheesy way of you to try and flirt with me?’

‘Hey, I was put on the spot!’

They looked at each other for a moment before they both broke out laughing.

‘So, how is university working out for you?’ Legoshi asked.

‘Well, I have a lot of obligations to fulfill. Both to my teachers and my father. But it’s nothing I wouldn’t be able to manage. Still, it would be nice to spend some time with you when we have the chance…’ Louis sighed.

‘Oh no, the university, what time is it? I’m late, they’ll fire me!’

‘Don’t worry about it, I already informed the dean and your boss about what happened and they are sending you well-wishes and want you to get well before your first day.’

Legoshi sat in silence, admiring the beauty of herbivores, peaking in Louis. His antlers, his form, his strong yet fragile body, his mannerisms. He felt he would give up anything and everything to satisfy him and be as good for him as he could be.

‘I realized something terrible, Louis’, he said.

‘What?’

‘That I never cared about “justice” to begin with. I’m just desperately in love with the existence of herbivores. I’m a perverted wolf. All this time I thought I was fighting carnivores because they went against my sense of justice. But that was never the case. I was just spurred on by my fetish… It was all just a hormonal rampage…’ Legoshi drooped his ears, a teardrop rolling down his face.

‘Legoshi…’ Louis began with sorrow in his voice for his love ‘Seriously? You only realize this now, you dumb dog!?’

‘What?’

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to let that slip, but… Everyone knows you’re a perverted wolf’ Louis sat as he sat next to Legoshi. ‘When push comes to shove, you probably only fell in love with me because I was the first herbivore who showed you respect. That’s how all males are. Well, sort of… The majority is attracted to the opposite sex. Whatever the case is though, your fetishes are what make you who you are. It doesn’t matter that you’re a pervert. If you’re acting out of a desire to save someone, then it’s okay to call it justice. Now, if you understand, say “yes”.’

‘Huh?’

Louis grabbed Legoshi’s face and started moving it up and down. It all suddenly clicked for Legoshi and he said “yes”.

He looked at Louis in silence and glistening eyes. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. The way he accepted him with flaws and all. Louis was truly a treasure for him. One of the many things he, a perverted wolf wanted to save. But what he wanted to save the most was the soft and encouraging smile of Louis.

[sugarcherriess]

Bothering You Is A FullTime Job (And I’m Dedicated) — Jacob Bae

[Jacob Bae x Afab!Reader]

Warnings: Smut, softdom? Jacob.

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Alone in his room, Jacob shuffles around to find something to do. he’s bored out of his mind but too tired to work. sitting down on his desk, disappointed at his brain for not liking anything enough to immerse itself in, he starts thinking about you. you’ve been friends with the guys for a long time. no one is sure whose friend you initially were, all they know is that your bond got strong as soon as you met them.

and you were beautiful. so so beautiful. unbeknownst to you or his bandmates, Jacob had been harbouring a crush on you since forever. although he was never able to tell you how infatuated he was, he always indulged in his fantasies.

a knock on his door brings him back to earth. and then he hears your honey voice call him,,, man he’s whipped.

“are you busy?” you ask him, leaning your head against the door.

never for you

“not really,” he smiles back at you. is it weird that he wants to kiss you right now, two sentences in?

“ugh i’m so bored Jacob,” you saunter up to him, plopping yourself graciously on his lap. “there’s nothing to do,” you tinker around with things on his desk, “i came to play video games with Haki but he had to leave so i thought i’d come see you. what are you up to?”

Jacob thinks he’s going to faint.

“why are you so stiff? c’mon you can touch me,” you tease. you’ve been doing that a lot lately. because everyone knew about Jacob’s crush on you. Jacob wasn’t as discreet as he hoped to be. but no one told him that because he’s so fun to tease.

Jacob has no idea how to respond to you. so he just lets his hand get dragged by you, settling on your waist. he grabs and squeezes, forgetting for a moment that it's his friend on his lap, not his lover.

you then turn and sit across his lap, acting as if you’re worried about his stoicness.

“what’s wrong? are you uncomfortable? i can sit on the bed instead if you want?” you bait him, waiting for his refusal to let you go. which comes quicker than you hoped,

“no! no i'm not uncomfortable it's fine, really”

“alright, if you say so.”

you stare at his face for a while, just absorbing how fucking beautiful he is. and how red he’s getting. you bring yourself closer to kiss his cheek and giggle when he gasps.

“what are you doing?” he questions as your kisses make their descent on his neck.

instead of answering him, you bring his hand on top of your thigh, dragging it lower.

“i have to confess something,” you whisper in his ear, “i know you have a crush on me cobie,” you giggle, “all of us do. you don’t hide it well~”

he’s at a loss for words.

his hand, led by yours, finally reaches your scorching heat. both of you moan at the touch.

fuck it feels amazing

“do you wanna know a secret?” you airily whisper against his neck.

“what?”

“Haknyeon and I weren’t gonna play games. i knew you were going to be alone, so that’s why i came over,”

Jacob feels at least three thousand arteries in his body explode.

his free hand grabs your hair and yanks you up to kiss you. his teeth bite and his tongue lick whatever they can reach. he feels like he’s going feral. he feels so betrayed for no one telling him you knew he liked you or that you liked him. but he’s so thankful for whatever is going on right now.

god what is happening?

the hand on your clothed cunt makes its way inside your panties and lands straight on your clit. he rubs it in the messiest way possible as a way to give you a small punishment for being such a minx. your breathy moans and whines give him such a rush. he wants to give you the world.

unfortunately, he has to settle on shoving his fingers inside your cunt. so that’s just what he does. he starts with one but with the way you’re leaking on his lap, he can’t help but sneak in two more. his pace is fast and hard. a slap echoes in the room every time his thick fingers make their slick way inside you. they hit all your good spots and rub your walls so deliciously, you think you can hear the angels singing. Jacob grunts at your fucked out state and curls his fingers inside you. it’s the feeling of him pushing his thumb against your clit makes you curl up into him with pleasure.

“Jacob- Jacob please,” you don’t even know what you’re begging for, just that you need it now.

he whispers sweet praises into your ear, telling you how good you are for him and how much he adores you. his steady fingers steadily coax an orgasm out of you. it feels as if he gave your entire body a massage, your climax relaxes your body into limpness.

Jacob stops the movement of his fingers but keeps them inside you, enjoying the warmth of your cunt a little too much. when he feels like you’re tiptoeing around slumber, he removes his hands from inside you and takes out a wipe from his desk to gently clean you up. he knows the position will get uncomfortable soon, but he’s so blown out of his mind from the entire ordeal that he just kisses your forehead and hugs you to himself.

he’ll move you two once he gets back his wits. for now, this is enough.

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A/N: this is pretty self indulgent so if it feels slow or whatever ykw 👁