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❤️‍🔥Violent Heart Part 2: ♪Remember when I moved in you, and the holy dove was moving too ♫ (or the VERY DARK Stepdad!Mechanic!Covict!Joel x Afab!you one)❤️‍🔥

Hi I apologize that a lot of these reference pics are just of white girls. I tried to find "aesthetic" images that go with the story but so many of them are just of white people and I want to call myself out for this because in the fic's only descriptors are that she has hair and is AFAB -- nothing about race. I also realize that all of the girls in this are skinny too and Y/N's body type is never specified. Sorry fam!! These images are just to get the creative juices flowing and don't truly depict anything from the fic!!

A/n: It’s here!!!!!! 18+ Only. This took me 7 freaking months so you mofos better like, reblog, and comment. This is both my most and least personal fic I’ve ever written and it is dark and relies heavily on plot (smut this time tho!!) READ ALL OF THE TAGS DO NOT COME FOR ME UNLESS YOU DID THIS FR FR. This ones for my dark joel fangirlies(guys and NBies) and the daddy issues fam ily ❤️‍🔥 (also not me naming my fic in part after hallelujah by leonard cohen but there is a reason!!!!!!!!!!)

Summary: Part 2 picks up with Y/N at age 20 and how her relationship with Joel has changed and gets steamier. SMUT and feelings <3 Also check out this playlist of music that’s in the fic!!!!

Tags (PLEASE READ): Afab!you, pov change, Infidelity, threats, age gap, dressing Joel up (swear I wrote this before he wore that outfit to the SAG awards — the mr.Darcy-core one), racist comment (from Y/N’s douchey boyfriend), douchey boyfriend, confidence issues, feelings, voyeurism, masturbation (m and f), kissing, penis in vagina sex — unprotected (wear a condom), lightest hint of ass play, scar worship?? kinda??, daddy issues, daddy kink, using music lyrics to move the plot, multiple orgasms (m and f), religion and god discussions, stepcest (kinda bc technically he is divorced from her mother), tagging psuedo-incest just to be safe!!, use of y/n

Word Count: ~13k

PART 1

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If you’re being honest, you’ve always had a little crush on Joel Miller. How could you not have? The first day you’d met him had been like some kind of fucked up yet extremely satisfying whirlwind of a daydream. He’d come in, broad and tall and strong, and saved you from your evil (though you do love him somewhere deep, deep down) older brother’s onslaught. Protected you like a knight in shining armor from his punching, beating fists. Treated and touched you so tenderly, so many miles different from how your own father did that you’d been hit with whatever the pleasant opposite of whiplash is. And the way he finally punished Aiden after years of his reign of terror, the violence of it, the justice of it. You didn’t have words for it then, but the way you looked into Joel’s eyes when he was doling out that righteous punishment became some kind of strange secret understanding between the two of you. Maybe it was the first sign of love? You aren’t sure.

As a kid, he’d given you what you like to think of as quiet butterflies. They were always there when he spoke to you, looked at you, touched you, beat the shit out of your father and brother for you, but they were faint enough that you could ignore them. It was a comforting, fluttering kind of love, a gradual understanding of your loyalty to one another. But then puberty hit and the insects became incessantly loud when you thought of, wrote to, or talked to him. They ate at your heart day after day while Joel was in prison – the longing, the missing. Aiden told you that you were obsessed with him. Your mother told you to forget him, that he would forget you. But somehow, he didn’t. You wonder if those bugs live in him too. You wonder if they are quiet or loud and if they gnaw .

You think that they are probably loud. You think this for a few reasons. The first is that you know for a fact, you can feel it in the lining of your soul, and from the evidence of his constant correspondence and care for you, that he is just as obsessed with you as you are with him. The second reason is the fact that you think but aren’t one hundred percent sure is that the last time you’d hugged him he’d gotten a little hard (you don’t want to think too much into that because he is only a man who had been deprived of touch for a long time – but still you wonder…). And the third is the way he looks at you like you are the universe like you are the last drop of nectar and he is the last butterfly left on Earth in a famine.

That’s how he’s looking at you now in the passenger seat of his old, clunky pickup. You know that he wanted to drive, but you wanted to show him how well you could because he had never seen. Never had the chance to see how well you had fixed, maintained, and took care of his baby and of course he gave into you like he always does. He's smiling at you quietly, but his eyes contain multitudes. Right now mostly pride at your driving.

Joel is a bit different than how you remember sitting near him in the truck the last time you were together, him as a free man, you as a little girl. Somehow, even though you are obviously bigger now, he still seems massive and broad and stronger than ever. His biceps are huge – probably from all the time he had to work out in prison – and peeking out under his blue t-shirt that you brought for him, you think you see the outlines of some tattoos. You look a little closer. On his right arm is text in curvy black ink. You think it reads, “Sarah.” You smile softly at that. On his other arm is a strange orange shape that you have to squint at to understand. The edges of the object are jagged but they form a shape like a badge – and then you know what it is! It is the guitar pick you made for Joel as a child. The one that had pricked his finger and drawn blood and he stuck it in his wallet. You can’t articulate how honored you feel that Joel loved you enough to tattoo something you made for him on his body, permanently, forever.

“ Well , the light only turned green damn near eons ago,” he complains about your driving, but you know he is just teasing.

There is hardly anything wrong you can ever do in Joel’s eyes. He grins at you a bit lopsidedly and you smile back. You also can’t help but notice the greying of his brown hair. It’s a bit longer than it used to be too and the length gives it a little bit less of a shaggy look. You think it suits him, makes him look a bit older and more distinguished than when he first came into your life twelve years ago.

Objectively, you know it’s weird to think that your ex-stepdad who is a convicted felon is hot, but it’s just something you’ve always known and thought like that the sky is blue or that orange is your favorite color. You know it’s weird to think of someone who was? – is? – supposed to be a father figure to you that way, but it’s already second nature at this point. You’ve had a few boyfriends (luckily all of them had treated you right), but none of the feelings you’ve ever had for them have compared to the cosmic-sized love and affection you have for Joel and you’ve never known anything different. The years you spent longing, missing, loving, obsessing over, and aching for him in every way under the sun, can’t be healthy, you know this, but they have eclipsed practically every other relationship in your life. No one has ever made you feel as safe and protected and loved as Joel has. No one else has ever looked at you the way he does. No one else’s entire existence has revolved around you the way his has. The sheer devotion in his gaze is enough to make the butterflies inside you scream and beat their wings against your insides like hungry bats.

And you especially know you shouldn’t have these feelings about another human being violent enough to be capable of taking a life – inebriated or not. You’re grown now and know the man he killed was a scum-of-the-Earth child predator, and secretly you’ve always wondered if there was more to the story than Joel told the police in the official court transcripts you’d read as an adult, maybe even something to do with you since you had been there that day in the repair shop when they met , but you haven’t pressed because you’re sure the whole thing is quite traumatic for Joel and if he ever wants to tell you, you know he will. And more importantly, you don’t really care. Drunken, violent idiot or not, you were already deeply invested and never intended on wavering in that. You’re not sure there’s anything Joel could do to get you to stop loving him and that both terrifies and excites you.

“Okay, whatcha wanna eat?” you ask, reaching out to rub Joel’s shoulder gently. “Now that you’re free you can have whatever you want! On my mom’s credit card of course. Swear I won’t tell her.”

Joel grins.

“Deal,” he tells you. “I was thinking of a nice steak dinner.”

***

You pull into the fanciest restaurant you can find in the tri-state area and sit down to order a regal, all-American, full three-course steak dinner (though you’re both woefully underdressed – not that you care – though the host gives you a dirty look). All the while, you tell Joel about your major (psychology) and how you want to become a counselor for abused children.

“That’s sort of beautiful, sweetheart,” he tells you with a genuine smile that used to be so hard to coax from him, but now seems to float over to you so easily and gently like a kiss from something as soft as the wings of a butterfly. “Wanting to help defenseless children. You’re kinda like a guardian angel for them, ya know? Damn proud of ya! Also, these mashed potatoes are goddamn delectable!” he exclaims after taking an experimental bite. “Have I mentioned that prison food is shit?”

You smile bashfully and want to tell him that he is your guardian angel (you wonder if he thinks the same of you) and inspiration in a backward sort of way for wanting to help kids in the first place since he was so good at protecting you for the most part (though you obviously don’t believe violence is the correct answer in your line of future work). But kids need protectors. Somehow you know that deep down you forgive him for all of the violence he caused because you would forgive him for anything. And him being proud of you? You don’t think there’s a better feeling in the world than that! You burst with pride. Your real father never said that to you, but Joel doesn’t feel like your father now. He is something different entirely. Something that entirely belongs to you.

“And you’ll meet my boyfriend, Max, tomorrow,” you nod as Joel moves onto the steak and lets out a soft moan at how good it tastes. “He’s heard a lot about you.”

Joel’s face flattens.

“And who is this kid exactly?” he sneers a little, attacking the steak with his knife.

You smile internally at the obvious jealousy he’s trying to hide from his voice.

“Hey, Max is a decent guy!” you insist in his defense. “He’s pre-law. Real smart. He’s gonna be an important person someday, I know it. You’ll get on.”

That last part is a bit of a lie since you’re not sure the two will actually like each other.

Joel examines your face, looks deep into your eyes.

“All I know is, just because someone is important, don’t mean they’re good to you or for you for that matter.”

You can’t help but think of your father, the most “important” man you know and how much of a degenerate he is compared to someone ostensibly average like Joel who didn’t even have a status symbol like a college degree and how perfect of a man you think he is, despite his obvious flaws. You blush a little, scrunching up your nose.

“Just lookin’ out for you, sweetheart,” he continues, smiling at the way you do. “He ever fuck with you – he ever break your heart, you know just where to send him, alright?”

“Yeah, Joel,” you grin. “Don’t need you getting any more jail time though, alright?” “You may have made a valid point,” he concedes with a smirk.

***

When you two enter your shitty, one-bedroom apartment it’s already dark outside. Joel actually grins when he notices his and your guitars have both been mounted on the wall.

“We can play ‘em tomorrow,” you tell him excitedly. “If you want to, I mean…”

“Hell yeah, I do,” Joel smiles. “Wanna hear ya singing for me, honey. I missed that.”

You smile to yourself.

“You can have my bed, and I’ll take the couch,” you decide, getting back to business.

“No way, babygirl. I ain’t taking your bed.”

“Joel, you’ve literally been on a prison mattress for eight fucking years! Can’t imagine that’s been very comfortable.”

“That’s exactly why I won’t mind the couch. That’ll feel like heaven to me. Don’t want you messin’ up your back, sweetheart.”

You open your mouth, but Joel beats you.

“And that’s that,” he insists.

“Alright, alright,” you concede, knowing by the look on his face he’s not budging. If one thing, Joel has always been stubborn, but you like that about him. “D’you wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Actually, baby, if ya don’t mind, I’d like a quick shower. Been dreaming about taking a real, private one for ages.”

“Yeah, of course!” you nod, motioning toward your bathroom door. “Towels are under the sink.”

Joel makes his way inside and soon steam is billowing out the bottom of the door.

You busy yourself with some homework, but just as you walk past the door to grab a glass of water, you think you hear Joel singing.

You listen more closely over the fall of the running water and make out him singing the chorus of an old ABBA song with a deeper, sadder tone to it,

♪ “ Slipping through my fingers all the time / I try to capture every minute / The feeling in it / Slipping through my fingers all the time / Do I really see what's in her mind? / Each time I think I'm close to knowing / She keeps on growing / Slipping through my fingers all the time…” ♫

You feel like such a sap, but you feel a tear forming in your eye at the way Joel must be thinking about his and your relationship and everything he missed in your life. You aren’t mad at him, but his absence hurt in a way you didn’t know you could feel. And you’ve never blamed him, really, but the lack of him for eight years of milestones really did kill a piece of you. You can’t help but imagine a butterfly at the bottom of your stomach with its wings pulled off. That’s how you felt all that time without Joel – like a butterfly without wings. A writhing worm of a human being, senseless and lost in a giant world full of forces you couldn’t control.

You listen to Joel’s beautiful, deep voice until you hear him turn off the tap and you scurry away and act innocent.

Joel emerges from the bathroom then with nothing but a white towel around his waist, steam from the shower floating lazily into the room behind him like precession. And oh, wow, is he ever a sight to behold. His hair is wet, dark brown flecked with grey, and starting to get curly from the moisture. You also can’t help but notice his broad chest, the expanse of it, the dark curls of hair, his bulking, muscular tattooed arms, his soft, hairy tummy, the V-shape of muscle that descends beneath the towel, his happy trail. You are overwhelmed by the soaking beauty of him. You’d seen Joel shirtless before, sure, but it had never felt like this .

“Gon’ grab some of those clothes you bought for me and then maybe we could watch something?” Joel asks as you try so fucking hard not to stare at him.

“Sure!” you squeak, staring down at your notebook at the kitchen counter.

You think you see a smirk from Joel, but you're not sure because your gaze is averted as he grabs some clothes to change into and disappears back into the bathroom.

When he reemerges, dressed in a wifebeater and shorts that accentuate his form, you two sit next to each other on your cushy sofa and surf the TV for something to watch. You feel Joel’s hairy knees against your jean-clad one and your heart flutters.

“Can’t believe I’m really here,” Joel says softly as you pass re-runs of Full House, a dog show. “Like I gotta fuckin’ pinch myself to know it’s not a dream.”

Suddenly you feel a large, weathered hand on your cheek.

“Missed you so much, babygirl,” he murmurs, looking into your eyes, massaging the line of your jaw ever so lightly, trying to hold your skittish gaze. “More than I even have words for.”

First, you avoid looking at him a bit bashfully, but then you stare up cautiously into those big brown eyes that feel like a familiar kind of home and you’re such a goner. You lean into his warmth, the warmth of his hand.

“Missed you too, Joel. So much,” you admit, never wanting this moment to end or him to let go of you. “More than anything.”

He leans forward a little and for a second you think…but then he’s leaning in and planting a heavy kiss on your forehead. A kiss that has weight to it – not those soft, weak ones that Max gives you haphazardly when he’s drunk or high – the only time he’s brave enough to be vulnerable with you. This kiss says something, means it so sincerely too.

“Love you, honey,” he tells you. Then his face falls. “Sorry I…wasn’t quite there to say that to you enough in person.”

“It’s okay, Joel. I forgive you,” you insist. “I love you so much, dummy. More than you even know!”

But you truly do appreciate the sentiment.

***

You settle on an old, black and white classic, Paper Moon, that’s playing on the TV Land channel.

Joel wraps a big arm around you and you snuggle close. You’re pretty sure there isn’t a better feeling in the world than being this close to him. Even after all these years he still smells like Joel; like home (and, if you’re being honest, a bit like your vanilla shampoo) .

You lean against him, your cheek pressing into one of his firm pecs. You begin to feel sleepy, drunk on the steady sound of his heartbeat, alive and beating against you and really here .

You nod off.

***

At first, you don’t believe it, but you feel someone with strong, firm arms lifting you into the air, cradling your back and the insides of your knees in a bridal-style carry. The movement wakes you, but you don’t open your eyes because the safety and security you feel is too good to give up. Joel carries you to your bedroom and lays you down gently in your bed. You’re still in day clothes and shoes so Joel takes off your worn sneakers with a feather-light touch and places them at the foot of the bed – you can tell from the soft thumps it makes. He maneuvers you so tenderly under the covers and tucks you in with love and care. You wonder the last time someone did that for you and pull up a blank. If anyone ever did that for you it was probably Joel. Maybe your mom did when you were really young. Certainly your father nor Aiden ever did – your father hadn’t liked to touch you except out of anger – kind of like you had some kind of weird, contagious disease. Aiden’s hands had almost always hurt too, but not Joel’s – never his.

He breaks you from your thoughts by pressing another kiss to your forehead. Your eyes are still closed so you aren’t sure, but you think he watches you for a second and lets out a long sigh.

Then you hear your bedroom door close softly so as not to disturb you. You smile, you can’t help it, and drift back off into a peaceful sleep.

***

You wake up to a mumbling, grunting sort of sound. You look over at your clock and read 3:42 a.m. You sit up. You can kind of hear some muffled noises coming from outside your room. At first, you feel a little concerned – like maybe Joel is in pain or something as he is the only one who could be making the noises. The walls in your apartment are paper-thin. Like you could hear him sneeze clear as day if he were to because sound travels through the shitty walls so easily. You should have told him that. But what the fuck is he doing up at 3 a.m.?

You creep (and you mean creep) silently to the door of your bedroom and open it the tiniest crack. The way your apartment is laid out, the back of the sofa is the first thing you see and the back of Joel’s head about six feet away. He doesn’t sound in pain the way he’s groaning and then you understand exactly what he’s doing. Of course the man is jerking off! After being in prison, stuck around people for so long of course he wanted a good, private wank. He isn’t looking at anything from what you can tell, no magazines or anything. Must be using his imagination. You wonder what he’s thinking about, if he’s gotten good at that over the years.

You should turn around, slink back into bed, and cover your ears with a pillow so the man can have some privacy. But, fuck, the way he’s grunting. His voice is so fucking deep and sexy and then he lets out a soft, vulnerable moan and you feel heat envelope your whole body. You think you hear a soft fuck roll off his tongue and your heart almost beats right out of your chest. You can hear the lewd slapping of his fist on skin getting louder and more intense. Then you hear a soft take it, fuck. And Jesus, you are so fucking wet between your thighs. You ought to be ashamed. Instead, you reach down your hand feverishly beneath the band of your jeans and soaking underwear instinctively to stroke yourself ever so slightly. You sigh in relief, but you are fucking gushing, your fingers covered in your slick. You can’t see anything besides the back of Joel’s head, technically, so this couldn’t be that wrong, could it? He lets out a soft groan, you can tell he’s holding back so as not to be heard, but the desperation in the pathetic little noises this hulking man is making is turning on every switch inside you. Oh how you want to go over there and take him in your mouth, to taste him. God you are so fucked up! You’re still touching yourself gently, not really fully going at it yet, considering the possibilities that could follow if you went over there. But before you can decide to do anything, Joel positively whines, moans, and grunts fuck, unh, and you think but aren’t sure, babygirl, and finishes.

You stop dead still in what you’re doing. Did he really say “babygirl” or was that just your horny-ass imagination playing tricks on you? You’ve never heard Joel call anyone babygirl except you. Was he really thinking of you? On the one hand, if true, mega fucked up. On the other, wow, incredibly hot. You think about going over there and asking him to finish you off or something as crazy as in all those dumb romance novels you used to read in middle school, but just as quickly as the idea comes to you, you hear another noise: loud snoring. Joel is asleep.

Typical.

You snort to yourself. That was so quintessentially Joel. You don’t want to disturb him now. The moment has passed. And only then is when you remember you have a fucking boyfriend.

That doesn’t stop you from closing your door softly, crawling back into bed, and reaching your hand down beneath your panties to touch yourself. You stroke your clit, imagining it is Joel’s rough hand rubbing against you. Holy fuck. You haven’t been this wet since you used to touch yourself thinking about him in the past. It’s like he can reach every part of you, every layer in a way that no one else can. You know the whole thing is so fundamentally fucked up, but you can resist sinking into your favorite fantasy. The smell, the touch, the feel of him. You imagine the noises he was making so beautifully on the couch, feel heat coil through your entire body, and immediately cum hard without even sticking a finger inside yourself.

The pleasure you feel is so unparalleled and real you have to cover your hand with your mouth not to scream out your powerful orgasm.

Sweat drenches your whole body as you come down.

God, you are so fucked.

***

The next morning you wake up to the wafting smell of someone cooking eggs. You emerge from your room a little sheepishly from last night’s events to find Joel behind the kitchen counter making eggs and toast.

“Mornin’, babygirl,” he grins, his eyes shining like he’s excited about something.

And then you realize: that something is you.

You grin back.

“Good morning, Joel,” you beam at him.

You were so afraid things would feel awkward after what you heard last night, but nothing ever feels awkward with Joel. In some ways, he’s still just your average dorky, friendly old ex-stepdad, convicted felon. In other ways, everything about him sets your heart on fire, but it would be stupid to ruin what you have with him because you think it’s remotely possible he might be interested back. You know this is dramatic, but if he flat-out rejected you, you think you might die. Truly. Like those butterflies inside you would beat their wings so hard they’d burst your heart.

“‘Membered you liked ‘em poached,” he nods, breaking you from your thoughts.

He scoops two poached eggs onto one of your plates and grabs a piece of toast from the toaster which he smears with butter like how you used to eat toast as a kid. You can’t believe he remembered.

“Thanks so much,” you tell him.

He grabs a few eggs and toast for himself and sits beside you at the counter.

“Nice to be able to cook me ‘n you some real food,” he remarks. “If I eat one more cup o’ noodles in my lifetime I swear to God Almighty…” he trais off.

He’s looking at you like you put the goddamned sun in the sky. Your heart melts as you stare at his features, the faint curls in his hair. Oh, how you want to reach out and touch him. But that just isn’t how you operate. You won’t ruin what you already have.

The butterflies in your chest howl.

***

` You lay out the day’s schedule to Joel. You have plenty of time to hang about (you see him eyeing the guitars), and then you need to go shopping for some actual clothes for Joel since the things you brought for him don’t constitute a proper wardrobe. Then you will go out to dinner and meet Max.

Joel grunts a nod at that last part. He doesn’t seem too thrilled.

“Wanna show me what you’ve been playing?” he asks hopefully as he gets up to put both of your plates in the sink,

“‘Course!” you nod enthusiastically. “Max says I need to work on my fingerpicking so I can’t promise it’ll be all that good.”

Joel rolls his eyes.

“Show me what you’ve got.”

***

You sit down on the couch right next to Joel, each of you holding your respective guitars in hand, across your laps.

Joel looks ecstatic to have his guitar back in his hands. He fiddles with the tuning and finger-picks a faint melody.

“Haven’t played one since the prison band. But then some dumb motherfucker clobbered another sorry son of a bitch to death with a saxophone so that ended our music privileges,” Joel explains.

“Jeez,” you reply.

Joel is sitting so close you can feel his body heat. You just want to hear him sing, but he insists on hearing you.

“Joel,” you try as innocently as possible. “D’you remember how to do an A-flat? I forget and I need it for my song.”

“Sure, baby. Lemme help ya. Now put one finger on this bit of the 4th fret here,” he begins, snaking a big arm around your shoulders so he can maneuver your fingers to the correct position.

His touch is electric. He feels so good and warm. You feel the intense urge to climb into his lap and embrace and stay there forever. His big caloused hand full of scars places your fingers correctly for the chord. The same hand that must have jerked himself to completion last night…You can’t help but wonder how much cum there was…The truth is, you know how to make an A-flat. You just wanted to feel him.

He backs away and you whine internally at the loss.

“There we go,” he says soothingly, reaching out to rub your shoulder. “That one can be tricky. Now where is my performance?”

Your nerves are squirming around inside you but you begin to play and sing to the best of your ability.

You look into Joel’s eyes.

♪“ You've got a heart on fire / It's bursting with desire / You've got a heart filled with passion / Will you let it burn for hate or compassion?” ♫ you sing.

Joel watches you intently, sitting up straighter.

♪ “What's the point with a love / That makes you hate and kill for? ♪

You sing as best and as seriously as you can. You look up and think you maybe see a tear in Joel’s eye.

When you finish, it’s clear Joel is finding it hard to select the right words to convey what he’s feeling.

“I–” he tries. “That was…well, let me just show you how I can answer that if anyone ever could to a performance as beautiful as that.”

You blush.

He begins to finger-pick a familiar tune, Instantly, you are transported back to eight years old in the back of Joel’s old pickup truck, listening to one of his many cassette tapes. It’s “I’ll Never Find Another You” by The Seekers. The original version of the song is pretty happy and upbeat, but the way Joel sings it slowly in his deep and weathered voice makes you feel sad and achy inside. The emotion behind his voice is palpable.

♪ “But if I should lose your love, dear / I don't know what I'd do / For I know I'll never find another you / Another you / Another you…” ♫ he trails off.

It’s your turn to tear up a little. It’s crazy to know he means every word he’s singing too. He sings like every word is his last breath. When he finishes you are crying a little.

“You oughta record an album,” you sniffle, leaning into his shoulder, throwing him a side hug.

“Wanted to be a singer,” he replies with a small grin, leaning his head against yours. “Back when I was young.”

You sit back up straight.

“You did? I never knew that.”

“Don’t tell nobody really,” Joel replies, looking a bit sad you left his immediate proximity. “Just a stupid dream ‘n all that crap.”

“‘S not stupid,” you tell him. “You really have a beautiful voice, Joel. It’s like if I could take it, hold on to it, and keep it forever in my chest pocket next to my heart, I would.”

“That’s where I keep you, baby,” he tells you honestly.

He reaches up a big hand to yours and guides your own to place it right on his heart over his plaid shirt. You can feel it beating steadily below your palm to the rhythm of something as delicate and ferocious as the beating of butterfly wings.

“Right here.”

***

You take Joel shopping. At his insistence it is nothing fancy, just the local department store. That doesn’t stop you from dressing Joel up in ridiculous outfits of your choosing. You make him try on a Hawaiian shirt, some golf polos like your dad liked to wear, a pinstripe suit and he lets you because saying no to you has never been in his vocabulary. He acts grumpy on the outside, but you can tell he is amused. You know in the end, you’ll just end up buying every flannel shirt and jeans combo they have in the store, but it’s just fun anyway. You watch the fabric hug his torso, his tummy, the slight bulge at his waist. At one point he comes out shirtless and you try very hard not to swoon as you stare at the hair lining his chest and his adorable little tummy that you for some reason have the urge to bite. The band of his Hanes boxers sticks up past his jeans and he looks so good. He even lets out a genuine smile. The middle-aged sales attendant who is helping you even takes a good look at him which makes the butterflies inside you swarm possessively.

Finally, you make him try on a proper white-collared button-down shirt and black dress pants with matching black shoes and he looks so good you’re actually at a loss for words when he asks you what you think. They hug the curves and lines and planes of his body so nicely. All you can do is ask him to put on a black tie to match and he does at your behest following some customary griping that he would never wear such a monkey suit in the first place. The effect that a fully dressed-up Joel has on you is not one to be reckoned with. He might as well be wearing the men’s version of lingerie for how it makes you throb and ache between your legs. He looks like a force of nature, commanding and tall. It makes you weak. All you say is,

“Looking good, old-timer.”

He snorts.

When you finally ditch all the fun clothes and grab the essentials, Joel offers to go pick up the car while you pay. He tries to give you his eight-year-old credit card, but you insist on treating him on the condition he buys the “monkey suit.” After a bit of prodding, he gives in and you go to the sales attendant to pay at the counter.

“Your dad is really cute,” the sales attendant giggles to you as she rings up the pile of clothes.

Your cheeks go a bit red. You don’t really care enough to correct her.

“He’s my guy,” is all you say absentmindedly as you fish out your wallet from your purse.

The sales attendant hands you the receipt and on it, you see a scrawled phone number.

“For If he’s single,” she explains. “I’m Barb from sales.”

You look her over. She’s close to Joel’s age and conventionally pretty with long brown hair. The exact kind of woman Joel should be dating should he choose to get back in the game. Your stomach twists and the butterflies howl inside you.

You take the receipt, thank her, and join Joel back in the car (who is more than happy to be driving this time).

“What took so long?” he asks casually. “You two writing a novel in there?”

You think seriously about what you should do. You consider letting the bugs have their way and tearing the receipt with Barb’s number on it to shreds. But you want good things for Joel. The chance of you two ever being together the way you wish is so far-fetched that you know you shouldn’t even be thinking it. A literal pipe dream. He was your stepdad for christsakes. He literally fucked your mother! (Gross!). Barb is exactly the kind of woman Joel should be going after if he’s up to dating right now. You hand him the receipt begrudgingly.

“Sales Lady likes you,” you sat flatly. “Name is Barb.”

“Oh,” he says softly like he’s a bit flattered.

He looks back at her through the glass door of the store and she waves at him. He waves back politely. You feel your stomach twisting into knots.

“You think…you think you’re gonna call her?” you finally ask as casually as humanly possible, dreading the answer.

Joel looks over at you, his gaze sweeping over you. Then looks back at Barb through the window. He looks her up and down.

“Nah,” he says with a smirk, looking back at you. “She ain’t my type. Only need one girl in my life right now anyways,” he winks.

Was that Joel flirting? With you?

Regardless, you smile back and then sigh in relief and grin to yourself as you two drive away.

Much to your satisfaction, Joel crumples up the receipt and throws it out the window for good measure.

***

You get ready for dinner, to go to a nice Mexican-Japanese fusion restaurant that Max picked out. You wear a red dress that accentuates your figure and matching heels and to your shock, Joel reemerges from the bathroom in the white button-down shirt and black dress pants you picked out for him (you had been sure flannel would be part of his ensemble). God, he looks good. A part of you wants to ditch Max and just stay here with Joel forever. He looks you over, his dark eyes sweeping over your frame. You think there is a tinge of possessiveness in his voice when he says,

“ Christ, you look beautiful, babygirl.”

***

You arrive before Max and sit down at the fancy white table-cloth-covered table next to Joel, a booth facing you. Max finally makes an appearance a half hour late and sits down across from you, sweeping his hair out of his face, sliding into the booth. Joel is frowning and the butterflies beat their wings inside you nervously.

“Sorry I’m late,” Max announces, puffing out his chest a little and smoothing out his collared shirt as he looks down at his watch and then over at Joel. “Hey, baby,” he says to you. Then, “And, uh, nice to meet you. Joe, was it? Heard a lot about you.”

“Joel,” Joel replies flatly, eyeing Max.

Max is a good-looking guy, everyone says so, but he looks more like a little boy than you’ve ever thought as he squirms uneasily in his seat under Joel’s unrelenting gaze and launches into a tirade about his frat’s inter-mural lacrosse team practice and how his team should have totally won the scrimmage and that’s why he’s late. And of course, he was the one to score the most goals.

“And the taxi cab driver was a nightmare. Only spoke Spanish. It’s like, if you come to this country speak fucking English, am I right?”

You notice Joel’s jaw tighten and his fingers clench.

“Max, that’s so rude!” you tell him, frowning. “We’re at a fucking Mexican restaurant!”

“Anyway,” Max continues, rolling his eyes at the interruption like he barely even heard you, smirking. “Where’d you go to school? What do you do for work, Joel? Besides making license plates, I mean. Kidding!” he insists as you stare daggers at him.

Joel leans forward ever so slightly but you slip your leg over his to hold him back and he calms down a fraction. It’s like when you touch him, everything tense in him melts away.

Joel sits up straighter in his chair and looks at you, stretching his arm across the back of your seat protectively like it’s a casual thing and not an unconscious sign of possessiveness.

“I’m a mechanic,” he grunts unceremoniously to Max. “I mean, I was anyways…Didn’t go to school.”

Max frowns ever so slightly.

“You didn’t go to college? You must’ve gone to trade school at least?”

“Nope. Picked up what I know over the years. Not everyone gets a free ride from their parents,” Joel smirks.

“Free ride?” Max snaps. “I’ll have you know I spend every summer interning at a law firm!”

“Yeah, your dad’s,” you can’t help but snicker.

Max’s cheeks turn a bit pink.

“At least I’m not a psych major,” he shoots back. “I mean, no offense, babe!”

“What’s wrong with psychology?” Joel snarls, his eyes darkening. “You ought to be proud to have such a thoughtful and intelligent girl like Y/N studying such a topic.”

It’s your turn for your cheeks to go pink.

“Joel–”

“Who said I wasn’t?” Max sneers.

That makes you feel a bit better.

“I’m just saying, she could have inherited the second-best law firm in the tri-state area from her pops if she was pre-law like me,” he smirks.

Your smile fades, used to hearing this kind of shit from him. He knows you and your father don’t get along at all, but not the full extent of it. He also knows you don’t have an interest in pre-law. But you swallow down how you really feel.

“It’s fine, Joel,” you tell him, placing a hand down on his thigh.

It’s not that you enjoy the way Max has been talking to you, but you are so used to it from the men in your life that it feels like the common denominator must be you. And sometimes it feels like maybe they have some kind of point. And fighting back only makes things worse. You’ve learned that over the years the hard way.

“It’s not fine!” he snaps like he’s trying to get you to see sense, looking deeply insulted on your behalf. Your heart thunders in your chest. “This boy has never worked an honest day in his life and he’s telling you what you ought to be doing? Bet his hands are soft as a baby’s ass. He doesn’t know shit about you, babygirl.”

You may not know the hardship of labor that Joel has taken on in his life, but your hands are not smooth. They are full of scars. And Joel is right. Max’s are soft like silk. You look down at the most prominent, ugly scar on your middle finger. You don’t even know which man in your life gave it to you. But you do know it means something. Shows you survived something. Survived your stupid father too, not that Max seems to care.

But Max never loses.

“Whatever,” he smirks dismissively. “Sorry I’m not some, like, common blue-collar worker. But I guess I should be taking advice from someone who became a fucking convicted felon ‘cause they drank too much one night,” he shrugs with a terrible sneer.

You know it’s over then.

But Joel surprises you. Doesn’t immediately strangle Max like you thought he might. Simply stands up tall and silent over Max’s frame which has suddenly begun to shake ever so slightly in obvious fear, his blue eyes widening. Joel’s fists are clenched tightly at his sides.

“Wouldn’t mind them sendin’ me right back in, ” Joel growls low. “Drunk or not.”

You shiver and Max positively cowers.

“Got something to say? Don’t wanna take it outside?” Joel leers, smirking ever so slightly at the trembling boy before him. “I’d even let a little boy like you take the first swing.”

“Your stepdad’s a freak, Y/N,” Max stammers, not taking his eyes off of Joel.

“Joel, it’s fine, okay?” you growl, not wanting him to actually hurt your boyfriend. Let alone in public! “Shouldn’t talk about Joel like that though, Max! Jesus!”

“Babe, I’m sorry, okay?” Max tries, eyeing back and forth between you and Joel. “I’m just trying to look out for you. I don’t get what you see in him with a real Dad like yours! Your dad has so much to give you!”

Look out for you? So much to give you? What could he possibly give besides a stupid law firm and two black eyes?

Max looks a bit desperate. Him apologizing for anything is actually a new concept for you. Your heart twitches ever so slightly. He must actually like you a lot. But Joel would never do anything to hurt you if it was in his power. At least not intentionally, unlike your real father.

“That’s it. I’m leaving,” Joel snarls moodily, turning around. “Don’t want to do things I might regret to Mr.Future-Corporate-Lawyer over here. Have fun with him .”

Joel looks deeply hurt. Like you are choosing Max over him or something. That’s never what this has been about, has it? Doesn’t Joel know you’d do anything for him? That the hurt on his face hurts you more than anything you’ve ever felt. Ever.

“Joel, wait!” you decide and disappear after him, leaving Max behind at the table.

“Babe, what the fuck!?” Max yells, but you don’t care. “Come back here!”

***

You ride back in silence, Joel’s hands turning white against his grip on the steering wheel.

When you break through to the front door of your apartment, Joel finally snaps, the anger on his face directed at something that feels like you for the first time in your life.

“You really love that little son of a bitch, don’t you?” he sneers, uncharacteristically harshly towards you.

“So what if I did?” you shoot back, a little shocked. “It’s none of your business, Joel. What the fuck?”

“It is so my business,” he snaps back. “That kid is no good for you, Y/N. He doesn’t understand you. You deserve someone much better than that who will actually go to the ends of the earth for you. He wouldn’t do anything for you.”

There is a desperation and vulnerability in Joel’s words and tone that you’re not sure you’ve heard before. He sounds like he had been waiting the whole car ride to say this, maybe even his whole life. You aren’t sure.

“Max does give a shit about me,” you try to convince yourself, getting angrier. “I mean at least he was there for me while you were gone.”

Joel flinches.

“How do you know what’s so good for me and what’s not when you dipped out of my life for eight years?” you continue harshly. “Because why? It wasn’t because you were drunk, was it? It was because you couldn’t control your anger. You never could.”

He stares at you.

“I controlled it for you,” Joel says so quietly you almost miss it. “ You are the only reason I did any of it.”

“What?” you stammer, not sure you want to hear more. “W-what do you mean, Joel? Any of what?”

A million thoughts begin to run through your mind, but you push them aside. Theories about the case and your ideas of Joel’s true nature all threaten to drown you but you push them away.

“Do you want to know why I really killed that sick son of a bitch?” Joel asks dangerously after a long moment of silence. You stare at him, your body frozen. He looks down at his hands, flexing them like he can still feel them punching or around that disgusting man’s throat. “Why I killed him all those years ago? It was no accident, I’ll give you that. Manslaughter, my ass. I killed that scum of the Earth because he threatened you . To do terrible things to you with those disgusting hands of his. So I broke each one, but it wasn’t enough. I killed him because I didn’t want you to get hurt and because I didn’t want you to live in fear of him. I was tired, Y/N. Tired of being afraid for you in a world that doesn’t let you do shit except fight back. I loved you so much, Y/N, it hurt me. It scared me, but I couldn’t let him hurt you. I’d die before I let anyone hurt you again, not him, not your father, not Max, not anyone. You have to understand. I love –”

And then it’s all over. You’re not sure who moves first, but you think it might be you. The butterflies are rustling and thundering and screeching inside you and you kiss him. And Joel kisses back, devouring your mouth in his. You grab the back of his graying brown hair and pull him as close to you as you think is humanly possible. He cradles the back of your head so gently you almost lose your breath. And you are kissing and kissing and kissing and kissing. There is nothing else in the universe except this kiss. You have never felt anything like this in your life. It is like every butterfly inside you has gone silent. It is like the world has stopped just for you and something new is forming inside you.

Joel killed that vile man for you. To keep you safe. Like he always said or showed that he would. He gave his life away for you. He did the unspeakable for you.

He bites down on your bottom lip and all your brain can manage to coherently think is: more, harder .

But then Joel is breaking away from you slowly.

NO! your heart cries out, the delicious pleasure and pain draining away from you. The butterflies swarm dangerously inside your chest, worse with every inch he travels from your lips.

“Joel,” you whine. “What? You…you don’t want–”

“Don’t even say that, Y/N,” he growls dangerously. “Of course I want you. How could I not? I have spent my entire life wanting you in some capacity, baby, but I ain’t no good for you either, alright? I…” he says slowly like it takes every inch of his body to agree to say this. “I am not a good man, Y/N. I never have been. I’ve done wrong in every chapter of my life. You deserve someone much better. I don’t want to hurt you. Physically or mentally. Our history… The damage I’ve done…” he trails off.

“You don’t understand,” you swallow, tears forming in your eyes. “You have already loved and hurt me more than any human being on planet Earth. And yet somehow there is nothing you could do that would keep me away from you, don’t you get that? The Joel Miller I love is not a good man and I don’t care. I want all of you. All of the pretty and crooked pieces you try to hide away from me. You killed a man with your bare hands, arguably one of the worst things a human can do, and I don’t care. I still want you, Joel. Maybe even more because of it. No one has ever loved me the way you do and that is the love I want and it terrifies me.”

A single tear falls down Joel’s right cheek. You reach up to wipe it away, but Joel grabs your hand on the way reflexively, so you help him wipe his own tears away.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I would move the Earth for you,” Joel whispers back.

“I know,” you nod. “I’ve always known. I–”

But he is kissing you again before you can say another word, like a man starved. You hold onto his cheeks, your fingers caressing his stubbly beard.

“ Joel,” you whine when you break for air.

“I wanted this so badly,” he says softly, grinning a lopsided grin. “Can’t believe this is real.”

“Me too,” you giggle.

You have to lean up a bit, but you press your forehead to his gently.

“Oh, baby,” Joel smirks. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive, ya know that? You like

it when I go a little rough, honey?” he smirks down at you in satisfaction, reading your mind.

You have to stop yourself from getting lost in the warm pools of his brown eyes, your panties soaked.

He reaches an affectionate hand down to rub your side softly.

“This okay, babygirl?” he coos, massaging his hand down your torso.

“I’d let you do anything to me, don’t you know?” you snicker. “Pain or pleasure, it’s all the same to me. I like all of that. I just want you so bad.”

“Think a safe word is in order,” Joel grins, leaning down to kiss your neck. “How about ‘butterflies?’” you suggest.

“Sounds good to me, baby,” he grins, looking genuinely happy for the first time in hours.

He leans down and places a calloused hand around your throat, not squeezing (yet – you hope) and plants soft kisses and bites down your expanse of skin.

“All mine,” he mutters into your skin. “My beautiful babygirl.”

You feel his erection pressing against you through his black dress pants which makes you moan softly.

His hand trails over your crotch and he starts rubbing over the tight fabric of your red dress.

“That okay?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Want more, Daddy.”

Oh shit. You don’t mean to say it like that! You know it is about ten levels of fucked up to call Joel that, but how is it your fault that in every fantasy that’s how you think of him? You figure you’re probably past the point of weird and every other standard of decency, but you’re still afraid.

“Sorry…” you mumble. “I–”

“No, no, baby,” Joel says quickly. “It’s alright, you can call me whatever you want. I don’t mind, sweetheart.”

“You think it’s weird,” you mumble again, further stupid tears forming in your eyes.

He snickers.

“Baby, I think we’re beyond weird at this point. Let me show you how turned on it makes me.”

Joel takes your hand and places it on his crotch. He takes your left hand, the one with the scar and you cringe a little, but he is rock-hard.

That’s good because you’re positively drenched.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. Daddy likes that more than you know, alright?”

You take your hand back, smiling, but you cover your scarred finger, shocked he will allow this fantasy for you.

“Whatcha hidin’ from me, baby?” he asks, noticing the positioning of your hands.

“I hate that scar on my finger. ‘S so ugly,” you admit.

Joel looks flabbergasted.

“That’s the last damn thing I think of when I look at you. Ugly? Who in the fuck told you that?”

“How it got there is ugly. It’s marred skin, looks gross,” you mumble.

Joel moves to take out his cock, and when you nod he unzips and unbuttons his dress pants, pulling out his length. You have fantasized about his cock for god knows how long so you are more than excited to see it. He reaches to place your left hand with the scarred fingers around the length of his dick, which is thick, but longer than you expected. The leaking head is almost purple and your mouth begins to water as you stroke him gently.

“It’s part of you,” Joel tells you, his eyes connecting with yours. “I love it. It shows you survived. Gonna jerk off to it, Daddy loves it so much. And when I’m done you’re gonna love it too. Swear I’ve got so many over the years I can barely even count ‘em. Even got a few on my middle finger. Maybe even one from a certain guitar pick you made me. Nothing like that could ever make me stop wanting you, ya know that, right?”

You smile and take your time stroking him, wanting to show him how much you love and care for him, scars and all.

He grunts softly, closing his eyes, but then shoos your hand away with a feverish kind of want.

“Yeah, touch yourself now, baby. Daddy wants to see how wet you are for him. With that scarred finger. C’mon, now. ‘S gonna make you feel so good.”

You do as you’re told and reach down underneath your dress and begin to touch yourself, especially with your middle finger. You stroke your clit and then your dripping wet slit. You moan softly as Joel’s eyes rake over you, taking in every sigh and groan you emit. The butterflies are forming something big inside you, which presses against the inside of your tummy and ribcage.

“Daddy,” you whine.

“Enough, little one,” Joel whispers.

He takes out your hand and begins to suck the slick off of each of your fingers, groaning deeply, making intense eye contact the whole time.

“Fuck, angel,” he moans, having a tough time keeping himself together, you can tell. “Taste and smell better than like how I pictured. Like you were fuckin’ made for me, I swear.”

He reaches a hand of his own down to stroke himself and his moans become more desperate. Finally, he sucks on your middle finger covered in your slick and groans so deeply you feel like you might cum untouched. He stares into your eyes.

“ Mine, ” he growls possessively. “Oh, shit! Gonna–”

Then he takes your left hand and leads it to meet his throbbing cock. You stroke him, harder this time, fisting his thick length, moaning softly and that does it for him.

Joel cums all over your hand, oozing white globs of cum over your fingers, once, twice, three times.

“Fuuuuuck, babygirl,” he groans. “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry! Couldn’t help it. Yeah, suck it off, baby. That’s it,” he commands, and you do, licking up all of his cum, even the part that got on your middle finger.

When Joel comes down he still looks half-crazed with desire.

“Sorry about the, uh, early release. It’s been a while since anyone touched me,” he babbles in embarrassment, his cheeks flushed pink. “But I don’t wanna hear shit about your gorgeous hands ever again, you hear me, babygirl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod, snickering.

He looks like that one word has set his entire universe back in order again. You honestly don’t care at how fast Joel came. You love how much it shows he wants you. And his heady taste is making you weak. You could taste him for days and days and never get tired, you’re sure.

“Can still get you off though, don’t worry. Shoulda let you cum first, but I couldn’t help it with the things you do to me. Goddamn. Can Daddy eat your pussy, baby?”

You grin, but then your face falls.

“Didn’t shave,” you admit, feeling dirty.

Max hates your hair down there.

Joel looks at you in confusion.

He laughs, his face scrunching up.

“Oh, sweetheart. You think I care about that? Only little boys give a shit about things like that. Not men.”

You shiver.

“Really?”

“Of course I don’t care. Didn’t ya hear what I just said? C’mon now. You can lie down on the couch.”

You follow instructions, pulling your dress over your head to reveal white lace panties and no bra.

You move to take the panties off, but Joel stops you, staring at the lines and curves of your body.

“Jesus, fuck,” he growls, taking you in.

You think you see his cock twitch ever so slightly. He palms his softening length instinctively.

“Beautiful,” he snarls, pushing you back on the sofa.

You happily fall backward.

He lies on top of you, his white button-down shirt pressing against your naked body tantalizingly.

He bites your lips roughly and you groan against him.

“Daddy’s mouth,” he commands against you.

“Yeah, duh, Daddy,” you snicker.

As if he even needs to say it!

He kisses down your neck expertly and you begin to shiver and whine, your pussy aching with need and neglect.

He stops at your breasts, sucking and biting each one.

“Daddy’s tits,” he declares, snaking a finger over the lace panties that protect your clit. “Of course,” you respond, moaning softly, grinding needily against him.

He continues lower, licking down your breasts and over your tummy which he plants with kisses that tickle and then one hard bite on your hip that leaves behind teeth marks.

“Daddy’s body,” he impresses upon you.

“Yes, Daddy. Only yours.”

“No more of that little shithead, Max,” he snarls, an inch above your clit.

“No more Max,” you repeat as he presses kisses down your pussy, still covered by soaked white lace panties.

“Only Daddy.”

“Only you.”

“Good girl,” he growls.

He finally removes your panties and begins to eat and suck your clit and pussy so hard and enthusiastically, swirling his tongue around your bundles of nerves that you grow exponentially closer by the second.

“Joel,” you whine. “Oh my God.”

It doesn’t take long. The second his calloused hand is pressing a finger and then two inside of you it’s over. You were so needy for him that you could have even cum from just his mouth alone, but his hands are what send you over the edge. And something different happens as orgasm crashes down upon you. The butterflies all join together and transform into something bigger and softer, caressing your insides, cooing. It feels like a breathing white dove is spreading its wings inside you, the tips of its feathers brushing against your rib cage. And you cum harder than you ever have in your life.

Pleasure engulfs you in currents, facilitated by the gentle flapping from deep

inside your body.

“ Joel,” you moan. “Oh my God. Daddy, pleaseee–”

“Please what, baby? Make my princess cum again? I would eat that pretty little clit and

pussy every day for the rest of my life if I could, fuck. God, so perfect and you’re so fuckin’ tight. Look how fucking hard you make me, angel.”

He takes one of your hands and places it on his half-hardening cock. Not going to lie, you are partially shocked at his recovery, but another part of you seems to know that if there was anyone in the universe that could do that to him it had to be you.

“Never got hard again from anyone I’ve ever fucked before…” he trails off dreamily like he can read your thoughts. “You’re so gorgeous, babygirl.”

“Not so bad yourself, handsome,” you tell him lazily, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth as you pull him closer to you.

The heat from his body keeps you so warm and tender and for a moment you lie on the couch, Joel’s still-clothed body pressed to yours.

“Can you fuck me, Joel?” you ask, squirming against him needily.

“You can’t say that shit to me, baby,” Joel groans, his cock getting harder. “Not quite ready yet.”

“Lemme help you out,” you offer, pouting.

You reach down and stroke his half-hard length and then bend over and press a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock.

Joel swears, staring down at you with so much adoration it pours off his face. No man has ever looked at you like that before. You’re certain. Perhaps no man ever will again? Not like that.

“Shit, baby,” Joel babbles stupidly, his eyes threatening to swallow you up in that beautiful shade of umber. “Never gonna forget this moment,” he grunts as you begin to suck his cock properly, feeling it slowly get hard enough to throb between your lips with each thrust of your head and gluck of your throat.

You stare up at him, your eyes wide and wanting and Joel lets out a soft, vulnerable moan as you begin to really suck him and take him down the walls of your throat.

“ Unh , babygirl, fuck,” he whines and you have never quite heard Joel so desperate before. “Gotta pull out or I’m gonna cum. Holy fuck.”

It sounds just like it did the night you accidentally spied on him jerking off.

“You’ve been thinking about me a lot, huh, Daddy?” you ask, releasing Joel from your mouth like he wanted, though his hips buck forward ever so slightly with desire, the tip of his cock just barely scraping against your mouth. He grunts.

“Maybe so,” he replies, looking a little guilty. “Don’t know how not to these days.”

“Heard you on the couch last night,” you whine yourself. “Had to touch myself ‘cuz of it, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

Joel reaches out a hand to cup your crotch and rub against your slick pussy.

“That’s so fuckin’ naughty, baby,” he groans. “Look how wet that made you. All for me.”

You steal a glance at his cock and find that the tip is weeping too. And he is so fucking big compared to the size of your hand. Fuck!

“You were thinking about me, weren’t you?” you whisper.

“All about you, baby,” Joel nods in agreement, his hips twitching ever so slightly. “‘Bout touching you just like this.”

He slinks two big fingers inside you and you moan deliciously, the feathery wings of the newly-formed dove fluttering against your insides.

“Gotta stretch you a bit more,” he grunts into your throat, pushing in a third finger. “Daddy’s so big and you’re so tight, angel. Don’t wanna hurt ya. Not too bad at least. Not yet…That’s it, pretty girl, fuck,” he grins when you slide back on his thumb in pleasure which had traveled to the rim of your asshole “Good girl, so good for Daddy. So naughty too. Don’t think Daddy won’t punish you.”

“Want you to hurt me, Daddy,” you moan. “When you fuck me. Please fuck me hard. I want all of you – pain and pleasure. One hundred percent Joel. Joel, please, I need–”

And Joel does stop for a moment.

��Never hurt you in a way you didn’t beg for,” he tells you seriously. “You know that right, baby?”

You stop your rutting against him and look into his eyes.

“Are you kidding? You would protect me with your dying breath. I know that, Joel. Never been afraid of you since I’ve really known you. Not once. I mean: fuck; you gave up your whole life for me. To keep me safe, for fuckssake. In every word you say and don’t say to me I can feel how much you love me.”

“I do love you so much, babygirl,” he whispers, nuzzling your forehead. “If I had to, I’d do all of it all over again if it meant I’d get you. I’ve made mistakes, big ones, but protecting you, loving you was never one of them.”

Warm tears trail down your cheeks, but Joel licks and kisses them away.

“Wanna feel me inside you?” he asks. “Don’t wanna go too fast, but I need you, baby. Needed you for so long…Sweet little pussy’s just cryin’ for Daddy, huh? Gonna fit me just like a glove, I just know it — if you wanna…”

“Yes, please, fuck me, Daddy! Please, Joel Wanna feel you—ah!” you moan as Joel shoves his entire length into your pussy in one hard thrust eagerly. “Oh my God, please fuck me harder!” you moan, reeling from the deep blend of pain and pleasure of him sinking inside you, clenching down around the thickness of him. “Joel, please!”

He pauses, sweat glistening on his brow, sneering.

“You really want harder?”

You shiver. The way he says that makes your heart beat wildly in your ears.

“Because babygirl, I would treat you like porcelain if you want it so. I will never hurt you, my angel, my gift from god, my goddamn sweetest heart please know I will break my fucking hands before they would hurt you, before I would ever hurt you in a way that you didn’t want, no matter how much it hurt me. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, Joel. But you want it too,” you smirk. “You aren’t innocent in this, are you?”

“Fuck, of course i’m not innocent. I want you, babygirl. In every way there is to want another. Want every inch of you, inside and out. Wanna mark you up so the world knows you’re mine, honey. Want everyone to smell me on you and know I marked you, moved in you, darlin’, please, see, I’m no fucking Hemingway, I didn’t go to college, I’m not like you with words, but I need you to understand that I mean this with my whole chest and heart. Really, I’m not a big talker, never was, babygirl, but I need you to understand I—”

“I do, you dumbass fucking fool!” you shout, giggling at his desperation. “I’d understand you even if you were speaking another language. You’ve made your intentions loud and clear. I don’t want a Hemingway, I want Joel Miller!”

You pull him in for a kiss and he thrusts in you again a second time and you end up moaning clumsily in his mouth, but you can feel him smiling , smiling like some dumb idiot against you and maybe you called him the correct insult because he is a dumbass fucking fool for you. And it turns out you must be one as well because you are smiling like an idiot for him too.

“ Joel,” you moan as he begins to move inside you, hitting deep places that Max or any of your previous exes never went. Pleasure is tracing itself along the line of your stomach. “Oh my god, I love you so much,” you babble and you’ve never meant that more than you do now.

You can feel Joel coming apart above you, plowing into you, sighing deeply. His grunts and moans and thrusts spur on the intense pleasure.

“More!” you moan. “Oh my god. Harder, please, I need–”

Joel plants rough bites on your neck and kisses too like he’s trying to consume every inch of you.

He places a large hand around your throat questioningly and you nod.

“Beg for it,” he commands in his deep, sexy voice — the voice that’s been in every wet dream you’ve ever had. You think you might just pass out from the sound alone.

“Choke me, Daddy,” you whine as pathetically as you possibly can, batting your eyes. “Oh, please, I could cum from just this, but I want more. More of you. All of you.”

“As you fuckin’ wish, baby,” he snickers in amusement. “Bet no little boy ever fucked you like this, huh?” he growls, continuing his rough pace, slamming against your walls, his eyes growing wild.

“They don’t compare to you, Joel. It’s always been you. In every orgasm. Fuck, never felt like this! Shit! Shit!”

Joel reaches out his large scarred hand and applies gentle delicious pressure to your throat. You know even something like this can be dangerous, but you crave that feral look of violence in his eyes and the power that comes with it. You want him to own you completely – every inch of you. You want him to mark you just like he said he wanted to because he is yours and you are his and has it ever really been any other way? You can’t remember properly from the pleasure rushing through you, the white dove inside you spreading and fluttering its wings, cooing softly. You think it’s only ever been what you feel now.

“Joel, Joel, fuck!” you scream, orgasm building in you.

“I know, babygirl. I know,” he coos himself into your mouth.

He pulls you closer, presses his nose to yours, his lips to yours, biting and kissing like a starving man possessed. He looks into your eyes and it’s there! That look of pure predator closing in on its prey, that look of ownership but also the most intense love you think you’ve ever witnessed. You would recognize that look anywhere. Your starved brain cries out for oxygen beneath his iron grip.

“Gonna cum again, angel,” Joel growls. “Gonna make you cum so hard you’re never gonna forget who you belong to. Whose pretty pussy this is.”

He is pounding so hard against your cervix and his dick is so big inside you and the pressure of his hand squeezing around you is so overwhelming and the scent of him could make you faint straight then and there, but you let go and feel yourself cumming in enormous waves as you squeeze down around Joel’s prick, the pleasure more intense than any single bodily experience you’ve had.

“ Daddy ,” you whine breathlessly, tears trickling out of your eyes. “Oh my god!”

“You’re mine, babygirl, always have been–FUCK!” he shouts into your throat, collapsing on top of you.

And then you feel him starting to empty himself inside you, painting your sensitive insides with trustful after trustful of hot cum. You’ve never felt so helplessly full and sticky in your life, the brilliant pleasure billowing through every inch of you. You want to feel like this every day, stuffed full of Joel’s cock, so close to him you can feel his heartbeat against yours, the one true place you belong.

“So beautiful, babygirl,” he whispers in an exhausted type of awe.

When your words come back you reply,

“Shut up, you’re the hot one,” through a snicker.

You look down at your body, covered in purple bite marks and bruises forming like galaxies across your body.

Joel snorts. Then he sits up on the couch and you lean your cheek against him. You lean up to kiss his cheek and he blushes ever so slightly.

“I said a lot of stuff, Y/N, but I want you to know that I meant all of it,”

“Yeah, you probably said more in the last hour than you’ve ever uttered in your entire life,” you tease, sitting up.

“I’m serious,” he snickers.

“I am and was too,” you nod. “I’m so glad that you’re here with me — that we did this. I know that our…origin story is weird and unconventional and some might argue straight up wrong, but I need you, Joel. I don’t care about that or think I could go back to pretending to be what we were.”

“You think I’d want you to act like that?” he asks incredulously. “You think I want this to just be a one-time thing?”

“Of course not,” you smirk. “But as close as we are I can’t actually read your mind. I mean…how are we going to be together realistically?”

“I’m not sure,” Joel admits, frowning a little. “For now it has to be a secret unless you want your mother or brother in jail for murdering me this time around. But someday, I dunno. It’s dumb…”

“What?”

“I just have these thoughts sometimes about you ‘n me. I…” Joel’s cheeks turn a bit pink. “Had a lot of time to think in prison, you know? And I’d Imagine us living on a ranch somewhere quiet out in the country with a flock of sheep. I could work at the tractor and auto-body repair shop that’d be out there, you know, in this dream of mine, and you could be a counselor at a local school if that’s what ya wanted. I don’t know, l know it sounds silly, but nobody would know or bother us there. But I want you to finish school and have the best life possible, babygirl. I’d wait a thousand years for you, but if you didn’t want me anymore the way we are now, I’d respect that. And if you’d allow it, I’d still be there for you just in a platonic sense — or just there for you however you want because I can’t imagine my life with you in it. I’d do whatever it takes, brokenhearted or not. I just can’t be separated from you like that again. A day longer in prison and I could’ve keeled over and died. And it’s crazy how much I mean that.”

“I don’t ever want to be separated from you again, Joel,” you agree. “I know the original plan was for you to find work and get an apartment of your own and I would love for that to still happen, but with you being intimate with me in every way – even if it has to be a secret. I don’t pretend to know what the future holds, but I need you in mine. I’ve never needed something more than I need that. Understand?”

Joel pulls you into a hug and leans his chin on the top of your head. He kisses it then your forehead. You lean up and plant a kiss on his throat and then his Adam’s apple.

“Don’t mean to get too ahead of ourselves now. We can take things a day at a time,” he mumbles into your skin.

You yawn contentedly, the tiredness clawing at your eyes, so unbelievably spent.

“I like hearing about your dreams and I’d go anywhere with you, Joel. But I am kinda dead from how good you just fucked me. Take me to bed?” You ask exhaustedly into his chest.

“Of course, babygirl,” he smirks down at you.

***

You don’t let go of Joel all night long, burrowed up against his chest, his heartbeat against your ear. And he doesn’t let go of you either. After the most intimate night of cuddles and snuggling you’ve ever experienced as well as the deepest and most restful sleep you’ve had in ages, you wake up to Joel gone from the bed. You frown, having wanted more than anything to wake up in his strong arms. Fear grips your insides as you wonder if he finally realized last night was a mistake and that you were never meant to be together in the first place (what you fear more than anything). A stupid vulnerable tear comes to your eye, but then you cock your head and hear music playing. Guitar music.

You think of your apartment as shitty, but truthfully you care deeply about your little private space and one of the things you do actually love the most about it is the tiny balcony that overlooks a measly courtyard and part of the city. That’s where you find Joel in the deck chair holding his guitar, strumming it lazily.

“Mornin’, beautiful,” he says, fingerpicking a melody that scratches at the back of your mind with familiarity.

“Morning, handsome,” you tell him softly, plopping your smaller hand down on his shoulder.

The city hasn’t woken up yet, the soft glow of morning shining beams of light onto you and Joel, filling you with warmth. You sit down in the deck chair next to him, bathing in the sunlight.

“Whatcha playing?” you ask curiously, crouching to sit up on your knees.

“You know the song ‘Hallelujah’ by Leonard Cohen?” Joel asks in that beautifully deep voice of his.

He isn’t even singing yet but you could listen to him forever.

“‘Course,” you nod. “It’s a classic. You used to play it for me once in a blue moon.”

“Know what the word ‘Hallelujah’ actually means?” he asks.

You think about it for a second.

“It’s about praising god and all that, right? Why d’you ask?”

He pauses, both his words and fingerpicking.

“Babygirl,” he begins and you can tell he’s about to say something serious. “You know I’m not too good with words, but I need you to know this: I’ve never had much to thank god for in my life, except for Sarah, you know? But then He took her away…”

You place your hand on Joel’s and he looks at you sadly, but appreciatively. He flips it over and holds it in his giant paw of his own marked-up hand.

“And I was so fucking angry. Nothing left in me. The only good part of me gone. I was a broken man. And I hated Him. But then He, despite the shit I’ve done…He gave me you . And I know our road hasn’t been easy or fair, and the pain you’ve felt and I have felt but…I guess what I’m trying to say is you are the reason I believe that any type of…goodness— of holiness— can exist in this universe. And I’m not a religious man, I don’t believe in most of that dogmatic type of shit, and I don’t think you do either, but I do think someone or something is up there and I wanna thank them for you. Does that make sense? Do you wanna hear what I mean? I just feel so damn grateful.”

A tear you hadn’t noticed was there rolls down your cheek.

“Of course it does and of course I do,” you tell him.

You think perhaps this is the closest thing he can do to bearing his soul to you.

And then he leans over and kisses the tear away and begins to fingerpick the familiar melody.

♪ “I heard there was a secret chord…”♫

You listen to his deep weathered voice as the sun grows higher in the morning sky, casting both light and shadow over Joel’s wrinkled, handsome face. The light trails over you too. You feel the dove inside you cooing contentedly, dusting its wings gently against the edges of your insides.

♪There's a blaze of light in every word / It doesn't matter which you heard / The holy or the broken Hallelujah…”♫

When he finishes he places his large, scarred, calloused hand in yours and you hold it between your own scarred fingers.

“Thank you, Joel,” you tell him, meaning every word. “I think there’s hope for us, you know? I don’t believe in hippie-dippie type stuff, but something in this universe did bring us together. And I’ll be forever grateful for that too, ya know?”

Joel squeezes your smaller hand, his big fingers engulfing yours as the dove coos louder inside you.

“Babygirl, you know that I ain’t a good man, or a rich and educated one like maybe you thought you’d end up with, but I am less of a broken one because of you and I’m never letting you go. If we’re together, I think we have a chance.”

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Deny Your Feelings

Trafalgar Law x Assassin!GN!Reader

Warnings: small angst, mostly fluff, blood, mentions of death Grammarly said it was fine so i say its fine

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For a government that prides itself itself in getting the job done by killing pirates, they sucked at it behind the scenes. Which is where you come in.

You were a high-end assassin for the world government. They called you when they deemed the target too dangerous for basic marines and too unpredictable to send out admirals.

No matter the pirate, you always got the job done. The payout was great each time, but it did get boring. Same thing over and over again. Join the crew, gain their trust, kill the Captain, then the crew, take the treasure, go to an island, set the ship on fire and finally go back to the higher-ups. Every single ‘crew’ you joined was nothing but rude, rowdy pirates who stole from the weak and treated people like trash. So you never had any problems taking their lives. So when you got a call about a new job, you figured it’d be the same old same old, but as soon as the pirate's name was revealed, you knew you finally had a challenge.

Trafalgar Law, aka The Surgeon of Death.

You’ve heard many stories about him, mostly bad ones, but stories nonetheless. He was Captain to the Heart Pirates and has a bounty of 200,000,000 berri’s. His bounty was the highest you’ve ever been sent after. You’ve never had to deal with a million berri’s man, so to be hired for such a feat almost felt like a gift. It was thrilling to be sent on such a mission, finally something to spice up such a monotonous cycle.

You couldn’t wait for the job to start.

~~~

“Everyone, this is (Y/N). They’re a new member of the crew, so treat them like you would anyone else.” Waving to everyone, you smile brightly before speaking.

“Nice to meet you all!” Not even seconds later, a giant polar bear runs up to you. Its outfit is orange compared to the common grey ones.

“Wow! It’s been so long since we’ve had someone new! I’m Bepo! Where are you from?” You were taken aback by its complete ability to speak as you had never seen something like it.

“I’m from the North Blue. What about you, big guy?” Everyone started to gather around you and began to ask questions about you. You told them the truth for the most part while still sprinkling some lies in to avoid suspicion.

“I need you guys to show them around. I have to get back to my studies.” Law voices rang in your ears as you turned your sight to him. Even though you’ve seen multiple pirates, there was something about the surgeon of death. His eyes seemed so hypnotizing, and the way his tattoos looked against his skin had you struggling not to ogle. He was a handsome man, truly, but his bounty poster didn’t nearly do him enough justice. It was a shame he was a pirate. If he wasn’t, you would have totally made a move. But alas, the universe had other plans and made him a pirate.

A dangerous one at that. Killing him would be no easy task. His devil-fruit abilities were a force to be feared. No doubt he had haki, too. Truly a formidable opponent.

“No problem, Captain!”

“Thanks. Now, get ready to submerge.” Law’s last words had your stomach dropping.

“Submerge?...” A slight grin cracked his face.

“Yep, 450m under the surface.” A look of horror crossed your face, causing Law to stifle a laugh. You make a dash to the nearest window, and your heart sinks as you watch yourself descend to the deep. Being on a ship? Fine. You were above water. But below water? 450m down in Sea King waters? The thought of being in a metal-enclosed space had your blood freezing.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

~~~

Ever since entering the Polar Tang, you’ve done your best to distract yourself from how deep you were underwater. Cleaning, exercising, playing games with the crew, and getting to know their routines. Currently, you're making yourself a snack. Onigiri, to be exact. You’ve been cravigning it since joining the Heart Pirates and just now have the motivation to make it. You hummed a tune while dancing lazily as you finished the onigiri. The sound of footsteps approaching goes unnoticed as you are too enveloped in your own world to notice them.

“Having fun?” Law’s voice broke you from your trance, causing you to yelp and turn to face him. Your face felt as if it were on fire with how embarrassed you were.

“Jesus! You scared me! How long have you been standing there?” You fiddle with your fingers before turning around to try to finish the onigiri quickly so Law doesn’t see how flustered you are.

“Long enough.” You could feel his gaze burn from behind you. It made you unbelievably nervous. There was no doubt he was studying you. What if he knew who you were? He’d kill you for sure!

“What are you making?” Law’s monotone voice returns, and you feel yourself slightly calm down.

“Oh? Just some onigiri. Would you like some Captain?” Turning around, you see a small pink dust on his cheeks. Did you embarrass him or something?

“I…Just ate, but thank you.” You nod your head before sitting down at the table to eat.

“It’s my favorite, so I thought I should share something that makes me happy.” This was a true statement regardless of whether Law was a pirate or not. It did give you the idea to kill him via poison. If you made food and poisoned it and fed it to everyone, they’d all be dead without a fight. But you heard about all the powers Law’s devil fruit can do, so that plan was shut down before it could even come to fruition. Him also being a doctor makes things only 10x harder. The plan needed to be perfect for it to work. No room for mistakes.

~~~

If only you could use your governmental status right now. The Marines shooting you were pissing you off. While it’d make your job easier if they hit the crew members, you wouldn’t get all the pay if they shot Law. And that would not stand.

“Captain! More just arrived!” You and Law both turn your heads as you see more Marines approaching.

“There must be a base nearby if they keep coming like this. I don’t wanna deal with an admiral, so let’s go. Everyone to the sub!” Following Law’s orders, everyone makes a break for the Polar Tang.

“It’s like they're randomly spawning! They're coming out of nowhere!”

“Welcome to the pirate life newbie.” You can hear the smirk in Law’s voice as he runs right beside you. Despite trying to focus on running, your eyes move in Law’s direction. Even though he looked exhausted, he moved with such precision. The way a small bead of sweat rolled down his face made a slight burning feeling appear on your face.

‘No! He’s a pirate! Get your head in the game!’ Shaking your head, you return to making your running your top priority. You wouldn’t get money if you were dead.

Bullets whip past you and Law, making your heart jump in your chest. You’ve been shot before, but it felt different coming from your own team. Usually, the sound of Marines yelling didn’t bother you, but now it gave you an intense feeling of unease. You haven’t even been a ‘pirate’ for 3 months, and you're already starting to despise them!

Moving your head to the side, you catch a Marine aiming straight for Bepo. Your eyes widen as you stop in your tracks. Turning around, you run towards the bear. Dread filled your heart as you feared for the bear's safety.

“Bepo! Look out!” Without a second thought, you push the bear out of the way. The gunshots echoed in your ears before a stinging pain hit your shoulder. You could see the worst possible outcome if you weren’t there even seconds later.

“Fucking A! Damnit, whatever. Bepo, hurry, let’s go!” You grab the bear's paw and begin to drag him to the polar tang. The pain in your shoulder had you biting your lip until blood appeared from your bite's sheer force. While it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been shot, this one felt so much more painful. You can feel blood seep into your uniform as you try running faster.

“(Y/N) your bleeding! A lot!” Bepo’s voice rang in your ears as you finally looked down at your wound. He wasn’t kidding when he said a lot. Almost your entire shoulder was drenched in the red substance.

“Now’s not the time to worry about it! Our priority is getting back to the Polar Tang! I can see it from here, so don’t stop now, alright?!” Bepo’s worried face is replaced by a serious one as he continues to run. The yellow metal of the sub gives both of you determination to run faster.

Once getting on the dock, you have Bepo jump in first before yourself. An action you ask yourself for. In fact, you were questioning why you saved him in the first place? If he died, that’d be one less nuisance to kill later. That and you wouldn’t have been shot! You wouldn’t be currently bleeding out if you just left him to die. Yet, the thought of the bear getting hurt made your heart burn.

~~~

The event’s of earlier replayed in your mind as you sit in the infirmary. As soon as the Polar Tang went under the waves, you rushed yourself to the infirmary so you could fix your shoulder.

While yes, your ‘Captain’ is a doctor, the last thing you want is to owe him. Not to mention he was too busy setting course for the next destination. You didn’t have the time to wait. So you were gonna do it yourself, it’s not like people would come looking for you. That being said, you grab all the supplies you need and begin your own health care. It couldn’t be that hard.

“Damn bullet. Just get out already.” Putting your gloved finger in the wound, you try to fish out the bullet. A hand towel between yoru teeth as you bit down in pain. How can something be so difficult?! It’s a metal cylinder for chirsts sake! Why can’t you find it?! The lack of success made you aware of how much more blood you’ve lost. Your gloved hand is covered in it and ran down your arm. A weary feeling fills your body as you can feel yourself growing tired. Which even you know is not a good sign.

“Yeah, they're in here, Captain!” The sound of hurried footsteps catches your attention as the infirmary door opens. The figure of Law and Bepo enter your vision. You should have known Bepo would tell him.

“Jesus (Y/N)-ya! What are you thinking?!” The way his voice reprimanded you made you unintentionally lower your head.

“I just didn’t want to bother you since you were busy.”

“I’m your Captain, and as your Captain, it’s my job to make sure my crew stays okay! That means fixing them when their hurt! Never do this shit again, understand?” Looking away from him with a lowered head, you respond.

“Yes, Captain.”

~~~

You were currently sitting in the crew bunks reading a book, trying to ignore the pins and needles in your shoulder and your heavy heart. It shouldn’t affect you as much as it is, but when Law yelled at you, you felt ashamed. The fact a pirate could make you feel this way pissed you off. How can a simple pirate crew influence your emotions to where you took a bullet for one of them? No matter how hard you tried to focus on the book you were reading, your agonizing thoughts kept running rampant.

Yet just as you were about to put the book away, theres a knock at the door.

“Hello?” Waiting to see another crew member, you were shocked to see Law standing at the door frame staring at you.

“Do you need something, Captain?”

“Bepo told me you took the bullet for him. Is that true?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want him to get hurt after I saw a Marine aiming at him.” Law said nothing as he looked at your bandaged shoulder.

“How’s it feel?”

“Like a bullet wound.” A small chuckle left his lips as he stared at you before going silent.

“Sorry for not telling you about it. You were already busy, so I didn’t want to add more trouble to your plate.”

“I apologize for yelling; Bepo wanted to say thank you, but he felt too bad to say it in person.”

“I’ll have to tell him it’s no problem. But it’s sweet of you to help him.” Law looks away as he puts his hand on his neck. He couldn’t have you seeing how your words made his cheek show a slight pink.

“Also, I have a question. Or, well, a request, really.”

“What is it?”

“I was wondering when, or if you have the time, you could teach me some basic first aid and CPR? I just would like to help in case someone got hurt on the battlefield. Like a field medic who can take care of their own.” Law’s heart did a small flip as you looked at him. You’ve only been a Heart Pirate for 3 months, and you’ve already taken a bullet for a crewmate, made meals more than half the time, always cleaned, and now you're making an effort to try and help him and your crewmates even more?

How can someone be so caring to people they barely know?

The thought of being alone with you, having you watch him in awe made his fingers twitch. It annoyed him. Why did you have this ability to have him feel emotions he hasn’t felt in years? Was it your eyes? You voice? What was it about you that had Law’s heart skipping a beat? How could he feel this way about someone he’s only known for 3 months? If he was smart, he’d say that he was busy and that he didn’t have the time to teach you.

“I’m free now so get up and let’s go.”

~~~

The moonlight was just bright enough that you were able to read your notes late into the night while everyone else was sleeping. Ever since you asked Law to teach you about first aid and CPR, you’ve been taking notes on everything he teaches. You didn’t want to forget anything. Even if you’d never admit it, you caught yourself looking forward to the lessons.

Penguin told you thathe’s never spent this much time with a crewmate before. That you’ve been the only one to actually get him out of his office. Knowing that made your blood run faster. It was both good and bad. You were getting him to trust you, it’d be easier to kill him if he lowered his guard around you. But on the other hand, your heart started to constrict every time you thought about killing him. That you looked forward being next to him. You could feel yoru face burn each time you saw a smirk on his face.

His beautiful face.

Slapping both hands to your face, you try to get rid of the thoughts that dared to threaten your mission. He was a pirate, you were a assassin hired by the world government to kill him. The things you began to feel for him was simply unacceptable. You couldn’t fall for a pirate.

The urge to read your notes was now gone, making you put them under your bunk. You didn’t want to think about anything that involves the man poisoning your heart. Grabbing your covers, you pull them over your head, hoping that no one would see the conflicted look on your face as your plagued with thoughts about the man only two doors down.

~~~

The kitchen was nice and quiet this time of night. Perfect time to simmer in your thoughts and write down all the information you learned from Law. You even bought all sorts of notebooks, pencils, highlighters, and anything you could think of that would help you keep track of things. It does help keep your mind occupied so you forget that your underwater. Even though you were internally screaming at yourself for putting in so much effort to make Law proud, you try tto ration that learning things like this could help you in the long run.

Reaching out, you grab the onigiri that you had prepared earlier and take a bite. The flavors making you lose focus from your notes as you smile. Eating the food always made you happy not matter how shitty the day was. You even had some tea to keep you awake. A perfect combination. Favorite food, great drinks and drawing your Captain all over your notes.

Wait.

Your eyes widen as you coke on your food. Rubbing your watery eyes, you see your hand just above a drawing of Law. Your eyes scan the entire page and all you can see is drawings upon drawings of Law werre scattered anywhere there was free room. Speechless, you quickly put down yoru food and start searching for a big eraser. You needed to erase them right away before anyone saw. Erase them before you could continue to think about him.

Desperately trying to get rid of the drawings, you end up ripping the paper. Looking down, you could feel your heart slowing downseeing the crumpled up paper, no longer containing Law. His face comeptely erased from the notes. You drop the eraser before rubbing your face. Even when your not thinking about him, you are! How dare he make you feel this?!

You went to grab your unfinished onigiri but decided against it. Not wanting to taint your favorite food by thinking of a pirate.

“Damn pirate…”

“What are you doing awake?” Law’s voice had you jumping in your seat. You quickly turn the page of your notebook so he won’t see the sins you drew. Even if they were already erased.

“Could ask the same for you, Captain.” You joke with the man as he stifled a chuckle.

“Working. Came for coffee.”

“Ah. I’m working on notes for the things you’ve been teaching me. It’s just quieter at night to study. Also easier to make food and tea without worrying about it being stolen.” Law looks down and sees a perfectly made onigiri next to you.

“You can have one if you want. I don’t mind sharing…if it’s with you.” Law watches you move the plate closer to him. He could feel his heart skip a beat. Normally he’d not be one to eat food this late at night, but what could one hurt?

“Thanks.” Grabbing the food, Law takes a bite. His eyes widen upon the taste. Never in his entire life has he had onigiri this good.

“Is it bad?” Realizing he’s been quiet and seeing your saddened face, Law quickly swallows the food and begins to speak.

“No, not at all. I’ve just…this is really good.” He could see his words immediately lifting your mood. Whether he said it or not, your smile had him struggling not to smile back.

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad you like it, Captain.” Law looked down at the scattered notes. A small part of him was amazed at how serious you were about it. Another part told him that he needed to get back to work. Yet the voice telling him to stay was much louder, and thankfully, he had the perfect idea.

“I’m giving you a pop quiz.”

“What?! You never said anything about a quiz!”

“That’s why it's called a pop quiz. Now put your notes away." You can see the almost invisible smirk Law had. Grumbling, you stack your things neatly and place them far away. Your annoyance soon fizzled out when he sat right next to you.

“First question. What does ABC mean in first aid?”

“Easy. Airway, breathing, and circulation.” Law nods, and you can see him thinking of the next question.

“Injury caused by rubbing or scrapping of the skin?”

“Abrasion.”

“Correct.” You watch as Law grabs another onigiri. The sight of him wanting another one made your heart jump. He liked them enough to eat a second one? You had to keep yourself from gushing. He’s a pirate. No gushing over some dangerous pirate!

“A method of prioritizing treatment?”

“Triage.”

“Good job (Y/N)-ya.”

Maybe being in the company of a dangerous pirate wasn’t so bad.

~~~

Two arms wrap around your waist while you feel something bury in the crook of your neck. The smell of breakfast was easily over powered by the muck of the man holding you close. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair under his hat. A sigh came from teh man and you smile as it fans against your skin.

“What’s got you so loving? I thought you didn’t like PDA?”

“I don’t. Everyone's gone.” Short words, yet it’s all you need to know. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you had you feeling an overwhelming sense of safety engulf you. You intertwine his fingers with his before gently rocking side to side.

“I’m so happy that I get to see the most handsome man in the world every day. And that he’s all mine.” Your words cause Law to hide his face deeper in your neck, but you can still see his ears a light pink.

“I’m happy that you're with me, too.” He whispers against your skin. Turning your head, you place a kiss on the brim of his hat. You watch as Moves his head to look at you. His eyes travel to your lips before he moves closer to your face-

“Everyone up! Time to dock and grab supplies!” Your eyes shot open when Penguin's voice broke you from your slumber. All your crewmates grumble as they begin to change and get ready for the day, yet your stuck in bed. The dream replays in your mind like a broken record. Lifting your fingers to your face, you gently brush your fingertips against your lips. If Penguin didn’t wake you up, would he have kissed you?

Your heart has never beat more faster as you simply think about the dream. It felt so real. What’s worse is that you wished you finsihed the dream.

Frustration and anger fill your body as you feel tears slip down your skin. Clenching your teeth, you try to yell at yourself internally. Tell yourself that what you feel is wrong! That you’d rather die than fall in love with a pirate!

‘Stop! You can’t fall in love with him! Get your shit together (Y/N)!’ You yell at yourself as you groggily get ready to dock. Maybe if you breathe fresh air, you’ll realize that your thinking like a fool/ A change of scenery is what you need. It’ll help you realize what your really here for.

To kill the Surgeon of Death.

~~~

You follow Law and the rest of the crew in town to grab supplies and maybe rob a store or two. Whatever, it’s not like it matters. Not when this is the last stop that Law will ever see. There's a half-ass plan you came up with in your head when you got ready to leave the Polar Tang. It’s not perfect but it has to do. You couldn’t risk being next to him anymore. Simply being near him made your body crazy. Hearing his voice made your heart flip, and looking at his eyes made your legs weak. Without even knowing, Law had your heart in the palm of his hand.

“Okay, everyone. We’re splitting into groups.” You try to ignore his voice but still listen to where your group would be.

“Me and (Y/N)-ya will be going west of town. Everyone got it?” If you could, you’d disappear on the spot. The universe has to be screwing with you. Truly a cruel joke it was playing.

Everyone separates, leaving Law and you alone. You quickly try to hide all the negative emotions and put up a happy front. Walking closer to Law, his smell hits you like a sack of bricks. You desperately try to seem unfazed, but you can feel your legs weaken.

“Anywhere, in particular, Captain?”

“Bookstore.” You blink at him.

“Really?”

“Yes. Your getting textbooks.” You pout at his words. It’s a shame since they’d be useless after today.

“That and I overheard you talking to yourself, saying you like to read books to help with your insomnia.”

BA-DUM

“Y-Yeah, I do. Aren’t you gonna get something for yourself as well?”

“Nothing I can think of.”

“So we're going just for me?” Law’s eyes widen as your face burns.

“Sleep is important. You need it to be healthy, and you already do a lot more than your fellow crewmates.”

“Thank you, Captain.” Law nods, and you both make your way to the bookstore. Despite your outer emotions, inside, you were screaming. How could he hit you with such an act? He’s acting like he cares about you. What if he did? He’s acting like you mean more to him than just a crewmate. But that can’t be possible. Pirates are ruthless. They don’t care about love and things like that.

Law was a pirate, nothing more to it.

~~~

“Did you choose the biggest textbooks cause you could?!” Your complaining as you carry the heavy textbooks only made him smirk. If you weren’t holding all your books, you’d jump him.

“Perhaps.” A gasp leaves your lips as you stop in your tracks.

“Your lying!”

“Who’s the one carrying the textbooks?” You were speechless at his audacity. He seemed to think your reaction was funny as the men let out a laugh. So quiet that you almost couldn’t hear.

BA-DUM

His laughter made your blood run hot as your heart beat against your ribs. How can laughter make you such an utter blubbering mess. The laughter of a pirate sounded more beautiful then any other laugh you’ve ever heard. It was something your heart wanted to listen to on repeat.

Suddenly, a drop of water falls from the sky and on your nose.

“Rain?”

“If it is, then we should get back to the Polar Tang. The textbooks could be ruined.” Nodding your head, you walk next to Law as you both hurry to get out of the rain.

~~~

Finally making it to the Polar Tang, you stop outside. The rain pelting against your skin did nothing to distract you from the scattered junk that's running through your mind. It was quiet on the way to the sub, and you hated it. It left you in your conflicted feelings. How would you finally get the opportunity to kill him? How your heart screamed that what you felt was real but you knew better. You were more strong-willed than that-

“I’m glad you joined.” A voice so soft and quiet broke the silence. It had your eyes widening and your heart freezing.

“What did you say?”

“You can see the pink appear on Law’s cheeks as he repeated himself.

“I’m glad you joined.” His final words made you bite your lips as tears began to form in your eyes.

BA-DUM

CRACK

You fall to your hands and knees as sobs begin to escape your lips, and you can no longer deny what you feel. No amount of lying to yourself could work anymore. You had failed your mission. A mission you gave a year of your life to. You had fallen in love with Trafalgar Law, and there's nothing you could do about it.

“You shouldn’t be…”

“(Y/N)-ya? What’s going on? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t deserve to be called a Heart Pirate!”

“(Y/N)-ya, what's wrong?” The sound of worry and confusion in his voice only made it worse.

“Just kill me. I can’t handle these feelings! It’s not fair to you and the crew!”

“I’m not going to kill you (Y/N)-ya! Now what the hell is going on?!-”

“I’m an assassin sent by the world government to kill you!” Your head was touching the ground, and your soaked uniform clung to your skin. A sickly silence covered the two of you before you continued to confess.

“But I can’t! I can’t do it! The thought of anything bad happening to you makes me sick! It makes my heart burn to think about you in any pain!” Hiccups soon accompany your sobs as your hair starts sticking to your face.

“The thought of living in a world without you is hell! Ever since I’ve met you, my heart has beat faster than it ever has! Seeing you everyday and being near you everyday makes me so happy and i could never be happier!”

“I love sharing food with you! I love spending time with you! I love listening to your voice and laughter! I love you, Trafalgar Law! I love you so fucking much that I’d rather die than live without you!” Law’s still silent, and it only makes you ramble more.

“I know you don’t feel the same and I don’t deserve for you to feel the same! You deserve someone who wouldn’t lie to your face for a year! I deserve nothing! I don’t deserve to dream about you! I don’t deserve to imagine holding your hand or holding you close! I don’t deserve to dream about kissing you…” Sobs echo in your ears as your vision blurs. You could barely breathe as the tears kept flowing.

“Please, Captain…just kill me. I’m a traitor who deserves to die. I failed you and used your kindness selfishly. Now I can’t imagine a world without you and a world without you is a world where i’d rather die. So please, Law, stab me, poison me, just do something! I’ll take whatever punishment you give me with open arms as it’s all I deserve…” Hugging yourself, you can’t hear Law over the now thundering sounds coming from the sky. The rain only started pouring harder and hitting your back like hail. You wait for some sort of pain or the bittersweet embrace of death, yet it never comes.

You didn’t dare look up at Law’s face. You didn’t deserve to.

“(Y/N)-ya.” His voice made your heart split in two.

The tears and sobs distracted you from the sound of crunching grass coming up from in front of you. It’s only when you feel a hand grab your chin and lift it up.

“Get in the sub. We’ll talk about this later. You're going to get sick if you stay out in the rain longer.” Your tears still continue when you feel him grab your arm and pull you to your feet. The sudden action had your eyes widening and your legs shaking.

“B-But…Captain-” Before you could utter a word. A gentle pair of lips connect with yours before leaving. Lasting only a few seconds yet you could still feel the sensation on your lips. The tears still blur your vision, but you ignore them as you feel yourself being led to the Polar Tang.

“It’s Law.”

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Love is Loving the Person For Who They Are

Heeyyyy...so after my rant, I pulled out this quick little one one-shot based on those feelings I had earlier. It’s not quite idea @xenon-demon had in their tags as that would be a full fic’s worth and I have so many WIPs running right now, so I don’t have time to do the full idea justice, but I hope this conveys my thoughts well enough.

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Eddie walked into a disaster. He wasn’t even sure what was going if he was honest.

Steve’s clothes were strewn all over his room, with him sitting dejected on his bed in a black t-shirt, black acid washed jeans, and his white Nike’s.

Running around the room was Dustin, Nancy, and Robin all arguing on the top of their lungs what Steve should wear.

“Hey, guys,” Eddie greeted them a lilt of confusion coloring his tone. “Wha’cha doing?”

The screaming match stopped and everyone turned to look at him in shock.

“Shit!” Nancy said. “Is it already that late?” She glanced at her watch. “Shit.”

“This is why you should have called us sooner,” Dustin said, rounding on Steve. “We would have been able to find you something acceptable before it was too late.”

“But I didn’t–” Steve protested.

“So we’re agreed,” Robin said interrupting, “the black slacks and jacket no shirt?”

But that only started the fight all over again.

Eddie tilted his head. “What’s wrong with what he’s currently wearing?”

Steve’s jaw dropped as everyone else turned to Eddie with such lightning speed that he was sure that they were going to get whiplash.

“It’s just normal,” Dustin said, smugly. “It’s not metal.”

“We don’t want him standing out,” Robin said. “He could get hurt.”

“Only,” Nancy said, glaring at Steve like it was all his fault, “he doesn’t have anything close to what you would wear.”

“Black jeans and band t-shirt?” Eddie asked confused. “I mean, yeah, he doesn’t have a Metallica or Dio shirt, but his shirt is what anyone else would wear to their first metal concert.”

“What?” Robin said, dumbly.

“No it isn’t,” Dustin said with a sneer. “When I went to my first concert I had all the right clothes and shit.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Who took you to a metal concert?”

Dustin shrugged. “That is not what is important here. I had a master teach me the ways before I went.”

Eddie tucked his chin to his chest. “Okay...I’m still not seeing how black jeans and t-shirt aren’t metal, though.”

Steve had been staring up at Eddie this whole time like he had hung the moon. He finally spoke. “I based my outfit off what Eddie wears all the time.”

Eddie beamed at him. “And you look amazing, Stevie. Now, I would have liked to have seen you in that tight navy blue polo personally. But needs must, I suppose.”

“His what?” Nancy asked, her eyes wide.

Eddie pursed his lips and began rooting around in the stacks of clothes. After a few moments he abruptly stood up. “Tada!”

Nancy and Robin looked at each other in shock.

“But that’s shirt he was wearing when Max gave us her letters,” Dustin said in confusion.

Eddie grinned. “Yeah, he looks hot in it.”

Steve blushed. “We should probably get going.”

Eddie nodded. “Come on, then.”

As the reached the bottom of the stairs the two men heard Robin exclaim, “Hey, did Eddie take the polo with him?!”

Steve looked over at Eddie, who sure enough still had the shirt.

“Oh,” he said, quietly. “If you forgot to put it back before we left you can just leave it on the side table by the front door. I’ll put it back when I get home.”

Eddie just smiled fondly as he sailed out the front door and to his van. He held the door open for Steve and Steve slid in. Eddie tossed him the shirt.

“I’ll leave up to you, darlin’,” he said, climbing into the driver’s side of the van, “which shirt you want to wear, but just know this: you don’t have to change your style for anyone. Least of all me. Because what our friends fail to realize is that I fell in love with the polo wearing prep Stevie. That’s the one I thought was taking out tonight.”

Steve rubbed the polo shirt between his two thumbs. “You mean that?”

Eddie leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Sure do, sweetheart. But I’ll get if you want to wear the t-shirt to the concert. But just so we’re clear on this, don’t think you have to change to fit me. Any part of me. If you start liking the same music I do, great! Just another thing we have in common. Just like when I said I enjoyed going to that baseball game with you.”

Steve blinked. “I thought you were bored.”

Eddie laughed. “I’m pretty sure that seventh inning stretch is for all the fans and not just newbies like me.”

Steve smiled for the first time since Eddie came to pick him up. “Fair enough, but you had fun?”

Eddie nodded, pulling out of the driveway. “Sure did. I can’t watch it on that terrible black and white TV that Uncle Wayne has, but going out and being with the other fans? That was fun.”

Steve’s smile grew bigger. “Just wait until you go to hockey match.”

Eddie’s face lit up with a feral grin. “I like the way you think, babe.”

Steve shucked off his t-shirt and pulled on the polo. Eddie glanced over at him, a fond smile on his face.

***

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lynnslittlelife · 3 months ago

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Hii!!!💗💗 I don't usually do requests but here goes nothing 😅

Could I get a Daddy! Lucifer with a little! shy! fem reader where Luci is helping them fall asleep (let's be honest, they both need some sleep 😂, also idk if you're ok with bottle feeding, it's totally ok if you don't want to add that ) Also, if you could use the nicknames Little one, Sweetheart and Pumpkin that would be greatly appreciated 😊 (It's ok if you don't want to) (Also also, I know this might be a bit OOC for Lucifer, but if you add him baby talking to the reader, that would be cool too 😅 again, 100% ok if you don't want to)

I feel I requested too much 😭😅 I apologize in advanced

I promise, you didn't request too much at all! I really enjoy writing these little space stories, and that's a really cute concept! I feel special you don't do requests often! Hopefully I did your idea justice, and thank you for reaching out and requesting this from me ^^ I kept the baby talk a little softer? Not as much of it but there's still definitely some traces of it in there.

Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this soft moment with Lucifer!

Word Count: 1,145

Lucifer was sitting at his desk, trying not to doze off. He had too much to do, and sleep could wait. Sure he was tired, but the sooner he got this work done…the sooner he could fall asleep with you in his arms. Though that thought fell off, when he saw you run into his room in your favorite little outfit. You were cradling your stuffie in your hand, and you had your pacifier in your mouth.

You seemed confident running into his room just a few seconds ago, but it seemed to fade as you looked down at the ground and walked up to him slowly. Reaching out and taking one of his fingers in your hand, you looked at him fully. The words you wanted to say didn't make any sense. The sentences weren’t forming right, so instead you tugged lightly on his finger and made a small “da” sound. You huffed, and tried to think of what you wanted, but just kept repeating the same sound over and over again behind the pacifier.

Lucifer immediately set his pen down, spinning the chair slightly to fully face you. He looked at the clock, and raised his free hand to pat your head. “What are you still doing up, pumpkin?” His hand continued to pat your head, only to slowly rub circles on the back of your neck. He knew it was soothing to you, and the realization clicked. He sighed, “I’m sorry to make you wait up for me. I’m proud of you for coming to get me. But we need to make sure you get good rest.”

You pouted firmly, and shook your head no, but Lucifer wasn’t typically one to take no for an answer…not when it came to your mental wellbeing. He scooped you up in his arms, and made his way to your little room. All the brothers knew it was there, and sometimes even came to visit you while you played with your various toys or coloring books. It had a bed, with an extension to make it seem like an oversized crib. But it was exactly what you and daddy wanted…it helped keep you in little space without worries, and even if you did worry? Daddy and all your bubbas were there to help.

When he sat you down on the bed, he rubbed your cheek with one of his hands, and tucked you in. The second he pulled away, you shoved the blanket off and grabbed his arm. It effectively stopped him, and he turned to you with a faint smile. “You need your rest, sweetheart.” But he didn’t move to pull away, and instead let you hold his arm as he sat down next to you. “Are you not tired enough yet?” He grinned, and moved his arm so that you were holding his hand instead of his arm.

You shook your head no, and a couple tears welled in your eyes at the thought of him leaving. He didn’t know what you needed! But how did you say it? You huffed, and only leapt towards him so he had to fully hold you in his arms. An embarrassed blush was on your cheeks, now knowing the words you needed to say…but it was too hard to say it. You didn’t wanna be needy! Asking for stuff was so hard sometimes…

Daddy seemed to read your mind, though. He was always really good at that. “Ah, I see. It’s okay, let me go, just for a second. I’ll stay right where you can see me, I just need to grab your bottle…okay?” He spoke softly, and rubbed the couple of tears you had off your face. But he was patient, and waited for your answer before standing to grab your bottle with your favorite sleepy time drink in it.

You made grabby hands at him, both wanting his cuddles and the bottle. It made him let out a soft chuckle, and he eased you over so he could rest beside you. He was sitting up, and lifted you to cradle into his chest. One arm was wrapped around your back and side to keep you steady, and the other was holding your bottle. From here, you could nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder and slowly close your eyes from how comfortable it was. It was a familiar position, and you nearly fell asleep right there. But you really were hungry…

Lucifer smiled, and took your pacifier out of your mouth, only to give you the bottle. He held it even, not letting too much of the drink spill out as you slowly drank it. While doing so, he rocked you slightly, and spoke quietly. “You don’t have to wait for dada anymore. He’s right here. He’s got you, and you’re safe.” He tilted his head slightly as you cradled yours into his neck, providing even more comfort. “Daddy’s sorry he had so much work to do, he’s here for you now.” His words were unusually soft, and the smile on his face was tender, genuine. He really was so happy to have you, just as much as you loved to have him.

You yawned around the bottle, and he pulled it away from you until you reached for it back. His free hand rubbed your back in circles, he hummed softly as he decided to soothe you to sleep with his voice too. “Do you know what daddy loves about you?” He whispered, and you briefly stopped drinking when he spoke. Wasting no time, he answered for you. “Everything. Your smile, your big space, your little space. Everything. I even love how ticklish my baby is riiiiight here.” He reached over to your ticklish spot, and when you jerked away slightly he chuckled. “Don’t worry. My baby needs sleep right now, no tickle fights.”

He sighed, and your eyes shut tight as you smiled. The bottle was almost gone, but you couldn’t focus on drinking anymore. Lucifer held you tightly through this, and slowly and carefully maneuvered you both until you were resting on top of him. You had one hand curled to your chest with a stuffie, and the other resting on his chest. Lucifer even blinked, yawning himself. Maybe it was a good thing you came and got him. Sure, he had work to do. But you always have been, and always will be his priority.

While he wasn’t immediately expecting to fall asleep after feeding you, he couldn’t help but do so. He only managed to mutter one more sentence before he drifted off with you. It came out as barely a whisper, but in the sweetest tone anyone would have ever heard from Lucifer himself. It really only goes to show how much he cares about you as much as he says he does.

“Daddy loves you so much, little one.”

#daddy! lucifer x little! reader #x reader #sfw agere #sfw little post #little! reader #sfw littles #little reader #obey me x little! reader #bottle feeding #fem! reader #fem! little! reader #really it could be gn since there's not much mention of actual gender

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insertcoolusernamehereee · 1 year ago

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The inheriting games (What do the batfamily inherit)

Duke:-

-*Now, who gets Wayne Enterprises? Well the most common (and boring) answer is Tim, which? I understand, it even said in a comic book that his name is on the paper, but if Tim wants to run a company, he can take Drake enterprises!

-*And Duke is so smart! He was solving Riddlers riddles in 7th GRADE! And, he just feels like the type of guy to be able to run a business nicely! He’d be able to separate enough funds for the Justice League easily!

-*At first, the idea of running a company (With Luscious Fox obviously) is daunting, but after a few months, Duke realises how much he loves it. The routine, the ability to help people even without the mask on? It was exhilarating.

Jason:-

-*Jason inherits the Mansion.

-*I hear you! Why in the world would JASON inherit the mansion? Well, Jason was raised in the streets. He knows best what it’s like not to have a proper place to sleep. I feel like, Jason would make the mansion a place for wandering heroes/people to stop by.

-*Like all his friends would come over sometimes, or any hero who needs a break/place to rest. Or it’s just a place for family to hang out. If the family instead hangs out at the Penthouse, then it can also be a place where people who don’t have a place to stay/who need some energy can stay. It’s still there home though. It holds too many memories.

Cassandra:-

-*Obviously shes Batman. Must I even explain?

-*She inherits the BatCave and everything, and it means the world to her that Bruce trusted her with so much.

-*Cass is the one who could have become the evilest, and most dangerous villain of them all, but instead chose to be a hero. One with the most firm no kill rule. The one, who in Bruce’s eyes, could become an even better Batman than himself.

Tim:-

-*So, Tim doesn’t inherit the Business. Dang. Y’know what he does inherit? Bruce’s CAR collection.

-*If you want to tell me Brucie Wayne, one of the richest and dramatic people alive, who built the most iconic car ever, DOESNT have the most EXTRAORDINARY AND EXPENSIVE Car collection known to mankind, argue with the WALL.

-*I don’t know how to explain it, it fits Tim so WELL. He’d love the car collection, he’d pull up to his siblings and friends house everyday in a new car, and it annoys his friends and family SO MUCH. Classic Nepo-Baby behaviour tbh.

-*I feel like Bruce giving him the car collection, instead of anything serious is a sign. Tim was slowly BECOMING more like Batman (whereas Damian was the one who came defaultly as Batman, and his arc was to find his own person), and since at times Bruce didn’t let Tim have fun, it’s a sign from him now to let his teenage, rebellious side kick in. Have some fun.

Dick:-

-*Dick, our favourite Diva, what does he inherit? He inherits all of Bruce’s Jewellery/accessories!

-*Dick, Bruce’s first ward, the one with the most similar past, who became the hope the people needed instead of the fear.

-*Also, Dicks extra and fashion loving self would LOVE the accessories. More ways to somehow make the most fashionable stuff look terrible on anyone else but me!

-*The jewellery and accessories would be a very layered way of Bruce telling Dick to sometimes take some nights off. It’s okay to be human, and do normal things, like taking too much time choosing which watch matches his outfit, or what belt to match with his shoes.

Damian:-

-*ooh~ What does Damian inherit? Damian, the one who used to, in a faraway past, boast about the fact that he was the blood-son to hide his insecurities of never fitting in, or disappointing his father in some way? He’d inherit the albums, and the family heirlooms. Special objects that held not much value financially, but so much sentimental value.

-*The albums with photos of when Bruce was a baby, to pictures when Damian finally outgrew Duke and Tim. The pearl necklace that Martha wore, and the watch that Jason fixed.

-*Damian wouldn’t need money, I feel like he’d either get a very well paying job, or steal money from the league of assassins (‘It’s not stealing Drake, it’s MY inheritance anyways, so stop sticking your nose in other families business-‘)

-*He’d treasure the stuff so much 😭 He’d keep looking at photos of Bruce when he dies :)))

!!!EXTRA!!!

Stephanie:-

-*Yes, Stephanie gets something. Because while Bruce might not be her father, she’s still part of the family. Somehow.

-*She gets all the….BATMOBILES

-*Yup, you heard me. Cass is Batman, Tim has the cars, but somehow it’s STEPHANIE who ends up with the BatMobile.

-*So, mostly the reason was because of how funny it would be, but it’s also how much Stephanie would LOVE it. And of coarse it’s a layered message here as well.

-*Bruce seemed to have trusted Stephanie the least. He was the worst to her as Robin, and she ended up dead, and after THAT, they’re relationship was far from ‘good’

-*Now, because of the strained relationship, Bruce would NEVER let Steph ride the Batmobile, right? He doesn’t trust her, and, I mean, he doesn’t let DAMIAN ride it with consent- But him giving her the Batmobile is basically him saying ‘I was wrong to not trust you’, and it’s a sort of apology if you will.

-*(Tims ecstatic when he finds out he gets all the cars, but when he finds out Steph got the BATMOBILE?

‘SHE GETS THE BATMOBILE?’ ‘IM ON THE WILL?!’)

Barbara:-

-*Barbara gets all the contingency plans for the Justice league. Cass didn’t. This was Bruce’s way of telling babs how much he trusts her, and how mature she really is now.

-*He didn’t give Cass the contingency plans, not because he doesn’t trust her, but because…He thinks Babs would appreciate it more.

I know what ur thinking; Cass is Batman, Steph has the Batmobile, and Barbara gets the contingency plans? How does that work? Well, it’s basically Bruce encouraging Cass to let people help her, something he struggled with, and one of his biggest flaws.

Selina:-

-*if for some reason (They’re idiots I SWEAR TO GOD), they still weren’t married after he died, she gets the most beautiful diamond, pearl ring known to MANKIND, and a very heartfelt note.

-*If they were engaged/Married, Selina gets all the safe houses that Bruce owns around the world. He would want Selina to travel, and move on.

Commissioner Gordon:-

-*Commisioner gets to know Batmans identity (what it was before), and even if he already knew it, it’s the thought that counts.

-*He also gets a gun…wrapped in a sheet, with a note stuck on it. It had nothing to do with how Joker died, found in an alleyway, shot in the gut. At least, that’s what Barbara claims.

Bruce’s Money in his Bank account:-

-*His kids don’t need the money so.

-*20% goes to Clark (he begrudgingly accepts it, remembering the time Bruce gave him cash on his bday. Bruce always had strange ways of showing love.)

-*Another 20% goes to Dick, another 20% to the Justice League, and the remaining 40% to charity.

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year ago

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 13

Happy Wednesday! This arc is over 20k already. How many of you didn't realize that? I've got a longer segment for you this week. There wasn't really a good place to end it and this brings us to the end of the scene. If you like banter, this segment is for you.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Jeremy couldn’t help but add, “Be sure to mention us to your dad, Timothy. It’s been ages since we’ve last been able to meet at a gala!”

“Yes, sir,” said Tim. Not that he’d be following through. Assholes. Danny pushed him up a wide staircase that framed the entranceway to get to the second floor.

“Exactly like my parents,” he told Sam.

“I swear, if I didn’t have Gradma Ida, I’d go insane. My room’s this way.”

Sam’s room was so large that not only did she have a double bed and vanity, but also a couch and enough cushions that they were all able to spread out comfortably. Tim and Danny took beanbag chairs next to each other. His friends took the couch while Tucker took a space on the floor and promptly pulled out a laptop and two PDAs. Sam settled in a rocking chair.

Tim laid out the goodies they’d gotten from the corner store. “We brought snacks.”

Sam grabbed a bag of chips. “Thanks. So what’s on the agenda for the night?”

Cassie asked, “Is there anything we can do about the ghosts?”

Danny buried his face in his hands. “I don’t know. I can’t get a close enough read on them to see where any are. And there’s so many that even if I knock one out of a human, another would just take it’s place.”

“Any idea what they might be after?” asked Tim. “The ones last night were wearing uniforms like police officers. And we saw the news report from your school earlier. That one looked like a werewolf.”

“He was wearing a collar,” added Bart. “And his outfit also appeared to be a uniform of some sort, though not a police one.”

All of them stared at Bart.

“You don’t think he was there willingly,” said Sam.

Bart shrugged. “Didn’t look that way to me.”

Danny groaned and leaned over until he was resting his head on Tim’s shoulder. “What am I supposed to do with that? What do I do if he’s not here to attack the town?”

Tim wrapped his arm around Danny to hold him steady. “How much sleep were you able to get between last night and now?”

“Unno,” mumbled Danny. “Three, four hours?”

Cassie clicked her tongue at him. “How about you get some rest tonight and we can figure it out tomorrow. We’ll take the night in shifts and if there’s a large-scale attack again, we’ll wake you up.”

Tim sighed. “Much as I hate to admit it, Cassie’s right. You need to sleep.”

Danny snorted into his neck and Tim couldn’t help the way his cheeks heated at the feel of his breath. “Like you’re one to talk.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tim rolled his eyes. “We all know I’m not a good role model. Do as Alfred says, not as I do.”

“Wayne family moto!” Conner teased. Tim gave him the finger.

“Just one thing to do first,” said Bart.

“Yeah,” added Tucker. “I need to fix up Conner’s phone.”

“Two things, then,” amended Bart.

“What’s the other thing?” asked Sam. “I feel like I’m out of the loop.”

Cassie leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. “The Fentons gave us a tour of the lab. We want to arrange a system to get Danny out of Amity if things go bad.”

Tim noted how both Tucker and Sam tensed and exchanged a look. Then Sam nodded. “We’re in. And since you are who you are, which, Danny, we will be talking about how you kept Justice League connections from us later, we’ll trust you to be able to do it.”

“Don’t be mad at him,” protested Tim. “I made him promise to keep my secrets. It wasn’t safe for him to discuss it.”

Tucker waved a hand in the air. “We understand. Doesn’t mean we’re not frustrated with him. Don’t worry about it, though. Your secret’s safe with us.”

Tim bit his lip. “Please. It’s vitally important for my family’s safety that nothing gets out.”

Conner snorted. “Plus Batman would murder you dead if he found out you let anything slip.”

Tim groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’ll have so much paperwork. And would probably be benched for forever.”

Bart laughed and flicked a chip at him. “We’d kidnap you and help you prepare a new hero identity!”

With Danny still leaning on him, Tim couldn’t even catch the projectile and it hit him on the forehead. “I’ll take you up on that if I ever do get benched permanently.”

Sam cleared her throat. “As amusing as this all is, what’s the plan with Danny?”

Danny groaned, but didn’t move. “I don’t need one, guys. It’s not as bad as you think.”

Bart snorted. “Dude, your parents showed us an iron maiden.”

Danny shook his head. “Dad’s the only one who’s been shut up in that. And that was for threatening me and Jazz with it.”

“Um… what?” asked Cassie. “Why does everything you say make me feel more concerned?”

Tucker spoke around a mouthful of jerky. “Because his parents are mad scientists.”

Sam nodded. “No one lives in the houses on either side of his. And the value of every building on the street has plummeted due to proximity.”

Cassie shook her head. “How the hell have they been allowed to do all that? And why haven’t their driver’s licenses been revoked? We saw how they drove that tank of theirs.”

Tucker snorted. “No cop or city official is brave enough to go up to Jack ‘I can run through brick walls’ Fenton and tell him he’s not allowed to do something.”

Sam laughed. “And even if they were, Maddie Fenton has a blackbelt and will hold a grudge.”

“Last night it also seemed like she knows her way around that arsenal she’s got,” said Tim.

“Yeah,” said Danny. “Mom’s the one you’ve got to watch out for when my parents go on the hunt.”

“Okay.” Tim was already thinking up ways to neutralize them. “Us four should be able to handle them. What about Jazz? Is she someone we’d have to worry about?”

Danny pushed himself up and made sure Tim could see him rolling his eyes. “Jazz would never do anything to hurt me.” It was clear Danny believed his statement completely. And, honestly? After all the stories Danny’d told him and meeting Jazz in person, Tim was inclined to believe him. Though Danny wasn’t done. “And my parents would stop if they had any idea I was Phantom.”

Neither Tim nor Danny was as certain about that statement. Glancing around, everyone else seemed to have the same doubts.

“Well,” said Tim. “You know me. And I’ve told you about B. ‘Backup plans’ is my middle name. I’ll feel more comfortable if we have one.”

“Fine.” Danny flopped over until he was laying across Tim’s lap. “But don’t expect me to help.”

Now it was Tim’s turn to roll his eyes, but his fingers were gentle as they brushed through Danny’s hair. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. So, it’s Maddie we’ll have to outsmart. I doubt Jack’s strength is any match for Conner or Cassie.”

“I can get you access to the Fenton house,” said Tucker gesturing to his laptop. “Even if they activate the home defense system.”

Tim nodded. “Thanks. I’ll also get you communicators so you can reach me in case of an emergency.”

“Perfect,” said Sam. “We’ve each other’s cell numbers, too.”

“Yep,” said Tim. “But phones should only be used for civilian identities. If you need the help of heroes, please use the communicators. It’s best to keep things as separate as possible.”

Conner nudged Tim’s foot with his own. “Yep. Tim here won’t let us refer to him by name when he’s in costume. Even if we’re all alone in our own base behind two dozen layers of security.”

“Need I remind you who trained me?”

Cassie laughed. “He’s even worse. You should hear my aunt go on about him.”

Tucker was watching them with interest. “Who’s your aunt?”

Bart disappeared from his spot only to reappear next to Tucker to whisper in his ear.

Tucker’s eyes widened and he stared at Cassie in wonder. “That is so cool! Could you get me an autograph?”

Cassie laughed. “Why so surprised? You know who I am. Did you think I wouldn’t know her?”

Tucker blushed. “Yeah, well. Excuse me for being distracted by the ghost invasion we’re dealing with.”

Tim cleared his throat. “I think we’re getting off topic. Now, we have a way into the Fenton house. Tucker, could you get us all the way into the lab?”

“Easily. I’m fully in all their systems and they’ve no idea.”

“How will we know he’s in trouble?” asked Bart.

Tim bit his lip. “Danny and I already have a system in place where if we don’t hear from each other within seven days without prior warning, we reach out to someone. For me, it’s B’s butler. For him, it’s you Tucker.” He nudged Danny only to realize he had passed out his lap. Tim couldn’t help the fond smile he gave and shook his head. “Tomorrow I’ll propose decreasing that to three or four days.”

Conner nodded. “If none of us hear from one of you for more than four days, we’ll come. Probably me, Bart, or Cassie since we can travel faster.”

Tim grimaced, but nodded. Sometimes it really sucked being the only baseline human in the group.

Bart gave a thumbs up. “I can usually be somewhere in minutes if I’m not tied up doing something else!”

Sam looked them over critically. “You know he’s gonna insist that goes both ways. If you guys don’t check in, he’ll go to you if he can.”

Tucker began typing away on his laptop. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. I’m setting up alerts on the Fenton lab. If they start recording any experiments on an actual ghost, I’ll get a notification. If there’s any indication it’s Phantom, I can have the alert forwarded to you.”

Tim nodded. “Good. Do that.” He looked at his team. “We’ve seen the Fenton’s weapons and some of their fighting skills by now. I don’t think we’ll have any issues subduing them if necessary.”

“Nah,” agreed Cassie. “We can handle them.”

Back to Sam and Tucker, Tim asked, “Do we know what their weapons can do to humans? What risks they pose?”

Sam grimaced. “The small blasters are fine. But some of the bigger weapons? Like the bazooka or the missiles? Those have caused damage to the roads and buildings beyond what the ghosts do.”

“Have there been any casualties?” asked Cassie.

Tucker shook his head. “No. Thank God. It’s all been property damage so far.”

Sam nudged him. “Not quite. You’re forgetting Wes’s brother. Jack broke his arm two weeks ago when he shot at the Box Ghost and knocked over the pile of bricks that was being used to rebuild Mr. Nguyen’s store.”

“Ugh, right. I think I was trying to block that debacle from my mind.”

Tim sighed and shook his head. “I knew it was bad, but Danny really downplayed it.”

Sam shrugged. “Yeah, well, this is life in Amity right now.”

“I suppose so.” Tim looked down at Danny who was frowning even in his sleep. “I think I’m gonna get him in a bed. Where will we be sleeping?”

“Probably a good idea,” agreed Sam. “Do you want to share a room?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. We haven’t had any one-on-one time yet. Which is a shame for our first in-person meeting!” Tim laughed and ignored the looks his friends were shooting him as well as the grins Sam and Tucker were exchanging. “Though with our lives, I should’ve expected something like this rather than a purely civilian meeting.”

Sam laughed. “Yeah, probably. This is about par for the course for us. Take the room across the hall. If you need the bathroom, if you exit my room, turn left and it’s two doors down on this side of the hall.”

Tim shifted so he could lift Danny up. Despite the shuffling, Danny didn’t open his eyes, though he did grumble indistinct protests.

“Just getting you in a bed,” said Tim.

Conner grabbed the bag that had their belongings in it and opened the doors for Tim. While Tim settled Danny in the bed, even having to remove shoes and socks, Conner separated their things so he would have everything he needed.

“Thanks, Kon.”

“Anytime, Tim. Get some rest yourself, okay?”

Tim huffed a laugh. “Sleep is for the weak.”

Conner shook his head. “You say that and yet at the end of basically every mission, you pass out for twelve hours and are useless for two days.”

Tim stuck out his tongue. “I do have homework to do. And I want to keep my eye on the local news channels. And I need to check in with Bruce again before he flips. Let me know when your phone is working?”

“Will do. See you tomorrow.”

“Night.”

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So! They now have a working system for how to find out if Danny's in trouble and to get him out. Hopefully they won't have to use it! (I mean, we all know where this is going. I presume you've all read the original prompt and fill that started this mess.)

Also, thanks to a comment on the last post, I wanted to clarify the relationships in this fic. If you've gotten Core Four (Tim/Kon/Cassie/Bart) vibes from this... Yeah. You did. If you've gotten Everlasting Trio (Danny/Sam/Tucker) vibes from this... Yeah. You did. I'm going to write those groups as a sorta QPR. Eventually, we will have romantic Danny/Tim (hence I've been tagging this Dead Tired) on top of those QPRs, but that won't really happen for a while. First Danny will date Val and Tim will date Steph. Danny will have another relationship, too, that I'm keeping secret for now. None of those are likely to get any page time as I am planning a time skip after this arc. But they will be referenced by characters. The actual Danny/Tim won't happen until after the rescue scene from the original fill. (Which I'm sure you can imagine will be changed quite drastically now that all these characters know each other.)

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lucarionite9364 · 4 months ago

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Animal Attraction

Havik x reader (song fic)

“Animal Attraction” - She Wants Revenge

WC: 2400

CW: mentions of cheating, licking, biting, smut, oral (f and m recieving), Havik is the warning

You sit at your vanity, ring light shining across your face in the dark room. Holding your face in your palm you pick up your phone. Waiting. Waiting for your lousy boyfriend to call, hell, even text you. (He does this all the time. He’s probably off with another girl. . . again.)

That's it, you thought. You had had enough of your lousy man’s behavior. Leaving you lonely on a prime night like this. You’d like to live a little, and live a little you shall.

The night was full of energy and you knew of the best way to spend it: The Club.

“Dirty fishnets, bright red lips. My favorite kind.”

Getting dressed, you feel oh so bold. Deciding to wear your favorite black skirt. You have on a low rise top you’re sure will turn heads. Pairing the outfit with your torn up fishnets, heels, and your accessories, you can’t help but feel you're missing something. Your eyes fall upon the bright crimson red lipstick you bought. Mouth raising into a grin, you grab the makeup and swipe it over your plush lips. (Oh yes. He’d hate this look. Perfect.) Your thoughts cause you to smile so sinister.

Stepping out from behind the counter, you walk over to the full length mirror. Glamor and stunning could do no justice to describe the way you looked tonight. You haven’t felt this good in a long time. Nothing and no one will prevent you from having a good night of fun. Thus, you turn your phone off and slip it into your purse as you strut out the door.

“See you walkin’ across the floor. You caught my eye.”

Arriving at the club, you step out of your car and take a deep breath in. The anticipation for what the night may hold keeps the peep in your step fresh. You walk into the club and go straight for the bar. It can’t be helped, it’s been too long since you’ve had a drink or two.

Sipping on your beverage of choice, you decide to head to the dance floor. (Drinking alone doesn’t make the night great. I need to dance.) Your favorite songs come on and all you can think of is the beat, your drink, and how much you needed this night.

While you were walking over to the crowd, you didn’t seem to notice a certain someone’s eyes following your every move. You could feel someone watching you, so you glanced around until you found the mystery man.

The lower half of his face was disfigured, which took you by surprise, but not afraid of it. He wore a half unbuttoned shirt and some jeans that look a little worse for wear. He knew you were checking him out, and he wasn’t shy about anything. (This could be fun.) You made one last show of eying him then sent him a smirk with a look that says ‘keep your distance, but not too far.’

He dragged his tongue across his teeth as you disappeared into the crowd. Taking your implicit directions as a challenge. He would wait for you to come around, but he couldn’t help but go just a little closer. He got up from his seat in the booth, slowly making his way over to the people dancing the night away.

You dance your way through the crowd, just biding your time before he inevitably follows you. Looking back to find him, you see he isn’t where he was before. (He was quick, where did he go so fast?) Your question was soon answered when you bumped into someone behind you. You sun around only to be met with the very man you were looking for.

You gave him a sultry look. “Well, that was fast. Couldn’t stay away from me for long, hmm?” You leaned in closer until your bodies were almost touching while swaying to the music. He gave a dry chuckle, and bent closer to your ear. “How could I not when you’re looking at me with that fire in your eyes.” It was then he pulled back to look you in the eyes.

He looked at you like he could eat you up then and there. You knew who you were taking home that night. You only gave him a matched gaze and said, “This fire burns more than you think.” You feel the slightest shiver go down his spine. “I think I’ll take my chances with a woman like you.” His face contorts into what seems like a smirk. His eyes seem to pierce right through you, and that little blaze of heat goes straight to your gut.

“Before I knew it and despite the voices in my head, somehow I found myself inside of your car.”

You bite your lip lightly as you feel up his muscular arms. A million thoughts were racing through your head. You thought of how your boyfriend would react if he found out, but you couldn’t find it in you to care about him. All you wanted was a good night with the strange but alluring man in front of you. “Then let’s get out of here, hmm?” He could only start racing to the door with you. And before he knew it, he was already inside your car, with you speeding toward your apartment.

“I can’t see, it’s a sexual reaction.”

While you were driving, the man, whose name you learned to be Havik, couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He was dragging his hand up your skirt to rub you through your panties. He leaned over the center console to leave bite marks on your neck. You let out a slight moan for him, which seemed to egg him in even more. Not wanting to be the only one getting pleasure, you roughly gripped the visible bulge in his pants. Catching him off guard, he lets off a series of huffs and groans. You barely made it home with either one of you wanting to say fuck it and screw in your car.

“You and Me, it’s animal attraction. We should be in each other’s arms tonight.”

You felt utterly ravenous while getting out of your car. Both of you hurried up the steps to your door all the while he had his hands on you. He was grabbing your ass and licking hot breaths down your neck by the time you got the door open. He pulled you in through the door and harshly connected his teeth to your lips. You stumbled backward into your living room trying desperately not to fall as he pried his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was rough and demanding, but it felt oh so good, you couldn’t help but oblige.

When your foot hits the couch, you let go of the kiss. You fall, breathless, onto the couch. Not wanting to leave your mouth for too long, Havik follows suit. He heavily makes out with you to the best of his ability. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t have lips, you still love it either way.

You shift your weight so you can push him down to be underneath you. Straddling him, you go in for one final kiss. You make quick work of his shirt admiring all of his muscles and scars. You were curious how he got so many, but you were preoccupied at the moment. You suck kisses into his tattered jaw line slowly making your way down his body.

Kissing from his gullet to his navel, you finally look up to see the bold red kiss prints. You peer your eyes up at Havik with passionate eyes, and he can’t help but be desperate for more. You fiddle with the buckle on his belt trying to get his pants off. You finally get the zipper down and relieve some of the pressure on his tented bulge. Eyes widened in shock as you realize he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The look you gave was pure lust as you licked your lips in anticipation.

You grab the base of him and licked a long stripe up his shaft. He shivered while entangling his hand into your hair. You drag your tongue across the tip teasing him. He groans as you move your attention to his slit. You decide to throw caution to the wind and drop all the way onto him. His fist tightens in your hair making you moan around his cock.

You bob your head up and down with fervor. You want to be the sole reason this man comes undone tonight. After a few minutes your mouth is covered in your own saliva and his pre-release. He tried to wrap one of his legs around your back but you held his legs open in place. The tighter his hand became you knew he was getting closer to his release.

You suctioned your throat more and started humming around him. The vibrations went straight through him and up his spine. He simply couldn’t hold on anymore. He grabbed the back of your head and shoved you all the way down on him as he came down your throat. You gagged as you hadn’t taken this much before. All you could do was swallow his release as best as you could as tears welled up in your eyes.

After holding you on him as he rode out his orgasm, he finally released you. You gasp for a deep breath as you feel what was left of him dripping down your mouth. Your makeup was smudged. Not worse than your lipstick which was smeared all over his thick cock. You let out a chuckle as you noticed his dazed expression. He pulls you down to him for another sloppy kiss. He could taste himself on you. He pulled away breathless as he swiped a finger up your chin, gathering himself on it. He brings it up to your lips and you make a show of sucking his finger clean.

“Slow it down now, the night is young and we still got time.”

You yourself couldn’t help but get turned on at the animalistic growl he let out. It excited you, and you could feel yourself grow wetter by the second. You sit up more to straddle him once again and grind down on his spent self. He raised his hand up to grope your breasts and almost ripped your shirt off to release them. He took one into his teeth and the other one in between his fingers, pinching at the soft flesh.

The way he covers you in bite marks felt like bliss. Wanting more, you grip his hair tightly and pull it back. You can see the spit dripping from his mouth. Biting your lip lightly, you lean in to whisper in his ear, “Why don’t we take this back to my room?” He groans into your ear making you grind back down on his half-hardened length. “What’s the rush? We’re having such a good time right here aren’t we?” You do love a challenge to your command. “Call me crazy, but damn I’d like to get inside of your mind.” “Oh baby, you’ve been in my mind since I saw you.”

“But you don’t have the patience for the smallest conversation that would let me know the trouble ahead.”

“What’s the real reason you wanted fun tonight?” He grins at you while softly dragging his hands up and down your thighs. Now is not the time for small talk, you’re too hungry. You just grab him ‘round the neck and push your skirt against his jeans and say “I like to do my talking in bed.” You firmly grasp his throat. Seeing the positive reaction from him made you all the more impatient to get him into bed.

You push off of him and make your way to your bedroom. You wiggle your ass enticingly and start to undo your skirt and take off your shoes. He looks at you with animal attraction and quickly follows your lead, dropping his jeans as he goes. You make it to your door and turn around just in time to see him grab at you, just as he did earlier. You said “Dim the lights if you want some action.” And your command was followed. He turned down the lights until only the glimmer from your vanity mirror could be seen.

He tried to talk more but You told him “Keep your life story to yourself, let me show you how it’s supposed to be.” You told him “Why are we sitting here wasting time we could be underneath the sheets.” You told him “I don’t wanna be your friend, sorry if you're feeling hurt.” You sit back onto the bed and spread your legs to reveal your lace panties behind your fishnets. You told him “Baby you can shut up now, let me put that mouth to work.”

His gaze immediately falls to your clothed heat, he got the memo. He knelt down on the ground before you and ripped your fishnets to get immediate access to his goal. He rubbed his two fingers on your slit, making his way up to your clit. He gently teethed at your thigh in contrast to the way he tore your panties off. You gasp out at the sudden gust of cool air.

He gave you no time to react any farther as he attached his tongue to your slit. For having no lips, you dare say his enthusiasm makes up for it. The sounds he makes while slurping your dripping cunt are downright filthy. You throw your head back and your fingers into his hair. He inserts his finger into you while licking stripes and rubbing circles on your clit. You can stand the pleasure any longer. You push his face down farther into your pussy and cum all over his face.

As much as he needed to breathe, this was simply better. He felt himself grow impossibly hard at the feeling of your thighs crushing his face. He rutted into the floor to get some friction on himself. When you unclenched your legs, the sight before you was like heaven itself. Havik’s face is covered in your sweet release. You grab his chin and he almost falls into your grasp as you pull him up from the ground into a messy kiss. He had so much to say but only landed on “We should be in each other’s arms tonight.”

You shoved him down on the bed and grinded your soaked pussy on his rock hard cock. You could see how much he wanted you. It almost rivaled how much you wanted him in that moment. You simply said “This could be so dirty that it just ain’t right.” As you dropped down on him.

The End :3

AN: I need this man horribly. This is the product of a whole day of brainrot…

Did I draw art for this? Yes— here it is

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plutoccult · 11 months ago

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NO ME QUEDA MAS

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x female reader

description: iwaizumi’s wedding day was a day you dreaded for many years. now that the day had finally come, you regret never telling him how you feel.

word count: 1.6k

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author’s note: finally, a new theme! i’m on an angst GRIND, you guys. been feeling really unhinged lately thanks to my girl @intorder for giving me fuel for angst, who also beta read this hurt piece. oddly enough, my life has been pretty good lately, so idk why i thought to write this. i’ve never written for iwaizumi before, but he came to mind first when i thought of this idea. this was definitely inspired by that one scene in 13 going on 30, but i made it hurt even more. i hope i did iwaizumi justice, and i hope you all enjoy without crying?

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“well? how do i look?”

iwaizumi turned around to face you as he showed off his suit. you couldn’t believe he was actually getting married today, and that the person he was marrying wasn’t you. it was hellish to shove your feelings down your throat for decades, especially when your friendship suffered god knows how many miles apart.

a part of you died the day he returned from california. you were so thrilled to see him, missing him so, but your heart shattered the second you saw he brought a girl with him. it was even worse when iwaizumi spoke to you about her, saying he felt like he knew she was the girl he would marry the second he saw her. you wanted to be that girl, and maybe you could’ve if you simply spoke up. after all, everyone always teased you two about ending up together growing up.

“you look great, iwa.” you force a smile. it wasn’t a lie, he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen, standing so proud and tall in his suit. not a single scratch or crease on his shoes nor any signs of wear in his jacket. as much as it pained you to see it, iwaizumi had grown up.

“you think so?” he asked, checking himself out in the mirror, scanning for any flaws in his outfit. “i could’ve sworn i saw lint on the back of my jacket.”

“oh, i can get it.” you offer. iwaizumi immediately said “yes, please” and “thank you” before you stood up to help him. his back faced you, shoulders as strong as ever, making this all the more difficult for you. if you were his bride, you probably wouldn’t be seeing him like this right now. it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, after all.

“how come your groomsmen aren’t up here helping you?” you ask, cursing yourself in your head for being so nosy.

“i’m sure you can understand i didn’t want oikawa up my ass before i go down there.” iwaizumi chuckled. you force yourself to copy his laughter, pretending as if you found this so hilarious. if oikawa were here, you wouldn’t be ridden with temptation right now. only he could stop you from saying things you knew you’d regret.

“i guess i should feel special then, huh?” you question. “be the first to see you like this…”

“mhm.” he replied, you see him nod in the mirror. “special privileges for my best friend.”

you felt your stomach tie up in knots as he said that. best friend. that’s all you were, that’s all you ever allowed yourself to be. it could’ve been you waiting for him at the altar, but instead you’re helping him get prepared to marry another woman, ready to beg him to run away with you.

you pretend to inspect the back of his jacket, knowing there wasn’t any lint anyway. it was absolutely flawless, just like him. this was torture for you, and you couldn’t stand another second longer.

“listen, iwa…” you begin to say. “i should tell you something before you go down there.”

“oh?” iwaizumi turned around to face you. you felt as if his eyes were piercing through your soul, making your heart race faster than it was before. “what is it?”

“i, um…” you hesitate. was it too late to go back? yes, yes it was. “i think you’re marrying the wrong girl today.”

“huh?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i mean, i think you should be marrying me instead.” you blurt out.

“y/n, what are you talking about?” iwaizumi questioned. this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening right as he was about to get married.

“i’m in love with you, iwa. i love you.” you admit, your heart racing upon your confession. you should feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders, but something heavy still lingered on top of you.

“no…” he shook his head. iwaizumi had rejected the possibility a long time ago. even if he loved you just as long as you loved him, you were just too late.

“yes. i am.” you say.

“you’re saying this now?” he asked you. it almost made him want to laugh. life was just so funny, he thought to himself. why couldn’t you have said this before? why did you wait until he was about to get married? if things were different, iwaizumi would be reacting to this much differently right now.

“i know i should’ve told you before you went to california—“

“should’ve? i wanted you to!” iwaizumi interrupted you, much to your shock. “everyone said you were going to before i left! i just figured they were just messing with me afterwards…”

you remember telling oikawa how you felt about iwaizumi, it was his idea to tell him before iwaizumi left for california. you had it all planned out in your head, but as you stood there at the airport, you couldn’t find the words anymore. you chickened out, cursing yourself on the way home and the days that would come. it only made you feel worse when iwaizumi found someone.

what you didn’t know was that he expected your confession that day. you should’ve known oikawa would run his mouth. he always meant well, always hoping you’d end up with iwaizumi, but look at you now, a delusional fool.

“i was going to, iwa. i just got scared…” you confess to him. “if i could go back to that day, i’d do it differently.”

“well, you can’t turn back time, y/n. it’s too late.” he said coldly, almost like a stab to the heart.

“why not?” you ask, desperately clinging onto your delusions.

“i moved on.” iwaizumi replied. he might as well be twisting a knife, even if he was merely speaking the truth. “we've both gone down different paths, we both made choices, and this is what i’m choosing.”

“i just thought…” you began to say, but fall silent.

“just thought what?” he asked, raising his voice. “that i’d give up everything i’ve built for a last minute confession? one that i gave up on waiting for years ago?”

you don’t say anything. what was there to say? it was exactly what that sick part of you deep down expected. how stupid of you to think he would drop everything just because you finally had the courage to confess your feelings. if there wasn’t a whole wedding waiting to happen, maybe iwaizumi would change his mind.

you look away in shame. even if you didn’t speak your thoughts aloud, you still felt disgusted now that the reality of your confession hit you. you were terrible to think this way. not just a terrible person, but a terrible friend too. it was unfair to expect such a tall order out of him, especially now.

“my family’s down there, my soon-to-be in-law’s are down there.” iwaizumi said. “we care about each other, you know?”

“i know.” you say quietly as you bite your lip.

“y/n, you…” he let out a sigh. “you don't always get the dream house… but you get awfully close.”

you look up to meet his eyes, tears streaming down your face. to him, you were always the dream house. if only you had known that before, you thought. iwaizumi felt ridden with guilt rejecting you like this, and it didn’t help that you were crying your eyes out.

“please don't cry, y/n.” he begged you.

“what? no, i'll be fine, i promise.” you force out a laugh, no matter how much it killed you. you saw the look in iwaizumi’s eyes. he knew you weren’t truly okay, but he also knew that you were letting him go. it was the right thing to do.

“y/n…”

“it’s okay. i'm fine.” you wipe away your tears, trying your best to be strong. “i'm just crying because i'm happy. i want you to be so, so happy.”

you did, you wanted him to be happy. even if it wasn’t with you, you owed him the ability to be happy. it was the least you could do while you still had some of your dignity left.

“i love you, iwa.” you barely get the words out. “you… you're my best friend.”

you see iwaizumi’s eyes well up with tears, a rare sight to see. only you could produce such a reaction out of him. only you would truly have his heart forever, but life doesn’t always work out the way you want it to. it was just the way things go.

“i should go. everybody’s waiting for you.” you say, on your way out the door.

“y/n, i...” you stop in your tracks, waiting for what he’d say next, and it only crushed you even more. “i've always loved you.”

overwhelmed, you walk out of the room in tears, ready to bolt out of the venue without another thought. oikawa found you on your way out, asking what was wrong and where you were going, but when he saw mascara running down your face, he knew exactly what happened, and he knew he should’ve been there to stop it.

you insist to oikawa that he tell iwaizumi you were sorry before you finally left the venue. you couldn’t stand to be there a second longer, you just had to get out of here. as you head to your car, you hear the beginning of the wedding march play. the sound brought you to your knees as you violently sobbed. if this was rock bottom, then you finally reached it.

as much as you wanted to cry there forever, you force yourself to get up, finally finding the strength to get into your car. you didn’t know where you were headed, but you knew you had to drive off somewhere far away from here. if only you could just turn back time.

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andorerso · 10 months ago

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Rebelcaptain Fluffbruary: Day 2

for the prompt "Engagement" slightly suggestive themes but nothing too over the top

“There you are.”

Cassian found her behind the building next to the dumpsters, smoking a cigarette under the harsh light of the lamppost. Must have made quite the sight, in her heels and thin cocktail dress, full face of makeup, hair styled perfectly.

Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered, but the Organas were rich rich, and Leia may have strongly implied that she needed everything, and everyone, to be perfect tonight. Wedding planning was a bitch, or so Jyn had heard, and she was quite certain she’d never seen Leia so stressed as she was the last few months. From troubles with the venue, Bail’s unexpected heart attack last month (he was fine now, thankfully, but he’d given his family quite the scare), and the caterer canceling just weeks before the wedding, Leia may have been just one more mishap away from calling off the whole thing. And it would have broken Han’s heart, as well as her own; so Jyn sucked it up and played the part of the dutiful bridesmaid as best as she could.

After all, the bride could have whatever she wanted on her big day. And thankfully, the ceremony went off without a hitch, rings and I dos were exchanged, a kiss was shared. Han and Leia officially became husband and wife, and now everyone could relax; let the champagne flow.

“Sorry, just needed some fresh air,” Jyn said as Cassian approached her. She was happy for her friends, but this wasn’t her scene. The ballroom had been stuffy and loud, and full of wealthy guests who made her feel incredibly out of place — for example, Justice Mon Mothma who smiled and talked to her like they knew each other but whose single earring probably cost more than Jyn’s entire outfit altogether.

Jyn was starting to feel like she was going to crawl out of her skin, and when she felt her head begin to throb faintly, she made her escape. Cassian had been chatting with the Damerons when she sneaked out, but she’d been waiting for him to come looking.

He stopped beside her, lips pulling into a frown as his gaze narrowed on the cig between her fingers. She didn’t normally smoke so much these days, but she needed the excuse. “You okay?”

Jyn waved him off. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t like crowds.” Again, happy. It was just a lot.

“Do you wanna go?”

“As the bridesmaid, I don’t think I’m legally allowed.” Her lips curled into a smirk as she dragged her eyes across his body with obvious intention. Damn, he always looked fine in a suit, but the dark blue color was a nice touch. She’d been itching to get her hands on him all day. “But you know, a quickie would help. There’s no one else around.”

He barked a laugh. “Next to the dumpster? I don’t think so.”

“Aw, you’re no fun,” she pouted.

He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he watched her. Jyn stubbed out her cig before joining him, close enough that their arms brushed.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?”

“It’s exhausting,” she admitted with an exhale. “I’d never do this.”

Cassian tensed up next to her, a frown twitching on his lips. Jyn wasn’t sure what to make of the tight look on his face.

“Never?”

“God no!” she scoffed. “The pressure for everything to be perfect, the money you practically throw out the window, everyone’s eyes on you, everyone trying to talk to you. Hell, the planning alone... The whole thing sounds like a nightmare.”

Realization dawned on his face, and his posture relaxed a bit. “You’re talking about the party.”

“Well, yes,” she said slowly, unsure what he thought she meant. “I’d elope, ideally.”

“I can see that,” he nodded, and she could practically hear him overthinking as he sucked his lower lip into his mouth, gazing at her with a strange expression. Then he quirked his eyebrows at her with a playful spark, though she could still see the nerves he was trying to disguise. “But you know, traditionally, one would need someone to elope with. Have anyone in mind?”

Jyn stared at him for a long second. The shy little smile pulling at his lips, the hopeful hesitation in his eyes, the nervous energy as he waited for an answer.

He didn’t mean what she thought he meant, did he?

“Cassian, don’t fuck with me,” she said slowly, seriously.

All traces of humor evaporated from his face as he curled a hand around her waist and pulled her to his chest. “Elope with me, Jyn Erso.”

Her hands sought purchase on his shoulder, then in his hair, drifting lower to caress his cheek. A strange laugh bubbled out of her.

“Leia and Han will be mad if we upstage them,” she said, but there was no heart in it.

“Nobody has to know,” he murmured and leaned closer like he was going to kiss her, but when she tried to close the gap, he pulled away. Just a little — his mouth still hovered inches away as he pressed his forehead to hers. Jyn’s eyes fluttered closed. “Chirrut, Baze, Bodhi, Kay… That’s all we need. We’ll tell everyone else later.”

She pulled him down for a kiss, unable to stop herself anymore. He didn’t protest, cradling her cheek like she was something precious as she lost herself in him for a few seconds.

“Okay,” she said with a bright smile when she pulled away.

“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows, his tone teasing. “That’s all I get? Just okay?”

“You proposed to me next to the dumpsters,” she pointed out, jerking her head towards said dumpsters. And after refusing to fuck her next to it too… The hypocrisy.

He barked out a laugh and leaned in to press another kiss to her lips, almost like he couldn’t help it. “Fair enough. I’m sorry it wasn’t terribly romantic.”

“Don’t care,” she sighed into his mouth, then peppered his cheek and jaw with little kisses, clutching at his shoulders, unable to stop touching him. “Don’t need romantic as long as it’s you.”

“Now that’s very romantic,” he teased, but his eyes were warm and full of wonder, and she felt like she could get high on it. How she would go back to the wedding without anyone noticing that something was different, she had no idea. She’d never given a shit about weddings or marriage, had never fantasized about it as a little girl, and yet…

Every single atom of her wanted to be with Cassian forever. Wanted to tie her life to his, bind their hearts, merge their souls. Wanted to become one with him and turn to stardust together.

Marriage could never properly convey what she and Cassian shared, but humankind has yet to invent a way to actually bind your soul to someone’s, so it was the next best thing.

“We should go back,” Cassian murmured, but he didn’t much seem like he wanted to. His fingers carded through her hair, caressing her cheek, occasionally stealing a kiss.

“Mhmm. Think about that quickie though,” she breathed into his mouth.

He shook his head at her and gave her another kiss that stole her breath. “Jyn, trust me, a quickie won’t cut it right now. Unless you want the whole wedding party to hear you scream my name.”

Recognizing a defeat when she saw one, Jyn finally stepped out of his embrace, but not without giving him a sly smirk. “Big talk, Andor. Better be certain you can deliver on that.”

“Oh, I’m pretty certain.”

He reached for her to link their hands together as they walked back to the reception, and warmth spread like honey in her chest, slowly but surely. She couldn’t wait to do this for the rest of her life.

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putellas11 · 2 years ago

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A/N: Part 3 of Revenge is Sweet! I want to thank everyone for all love you've given this series. It was an absolute joy to write and I can only hope I was able to do this final part justice.

It's a Deal (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

One kiss.

That’s all it took for your world to be turned upside down.

With a heart heavy with shame, you didn’t get much sleep when you got home that night and you haven’t gotten much since.

Nights spent tossing and turning with the kiss on a constant loop in your brain. On and on it plays, always accompanied by a tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach. Her fingers in your hair, her hands on your body, her lips. It’s all you can think about.

But whatever pleasure you feel quickly distorts to shame. The tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes — pain that you caused.

“Ugh!”

You bury your face in one of the pillows to muffle your bellow of frustration. You don’t exactly want to forget what happened. Really, your frustration stems from not knowing how to apologize for your actions. But most of all, for not being brave enough to do so.

Enveloped by darkness, all you hear is tick… tick… tick and you wonder how many seconds will have to go by before it’s morning. Just when you’re about to accept your fate and succumb to yet another restless night, your phone vibrates on the nightstand.

At this time of night, you don’t have to guess as to who just texted you.

📲: in case you’re still up driving yourself crazy

📲: come join us at sutton

For the first time in what seems like forever, you hesitate to accept the invitation. There’s training in the morning and Alexia will, of course, be there. If you go out, there’s no doubt that you will only upset her even more. If you don’t, you’ll suffer one more miserable night, alone with your thoughts.

“Just have one drink.”

Four words that you repeat again and again as you get ready. A promise to yourself that you desperately want to believe you can keep.

The first drink helps you relax.

It’s the atmosphere. Your friends and their energy. Everything you’ve been missing and depriving yourself of. Little by little you start to feel like yourself again. But you’re still determined to keep your promise.

Just one drink.

But one drink is not enough to forget Alexia. With every pause in conversation, you think of her. After every dance, you think of her. Your friends can only distract you for so long. Eventually, no matter how much you try and fight it, you think of her.

So, you go for a second drink.

You might have broken your promise, but that shame that has kept you up at night no longer weighs so heavy on your heart. You miss feeling like this.

But it only lasts for so long. Just when you think you’re in the clear, you see someone in the crowd that looks just like her.

The third drink.

You expect it to provide you relief, even if it’s just temporary. But you still see her face in the crowd. Everywhere you look, you see her. There’s no escaping Alexia and it frustrates you to no end.

When you’re offered the fourth drink, you accept. You just want to forget her. At least just for one night.

Consequences be damned.

___________

A loud thud startles you awake.

Opening your eyes proves to be a challenge. It seems like you didn’t close the blinds like you usually do after a night out. You bring up the blanket to cover your face for protection from the blinding sunlight peeking through. It’s only under the blankets that you dare open your eyes.

But something is off.

This is not your blanket. It doesn’t look like or smell like any that you own. This can only mean one thing: you didn’t make it home last night. You don’t panic right away. It’s not unusual that you end up sleeping over at a friend's house after a night out.

Under the blanket, you realize you’re not wearing the outfit from last night either. If you can’t even remember getting changed, you must have been really fucked up.

You don’t recognize the shirt you’re wearing. But you do recognize the shorts. You recognize the colors. You recognize the crest. And most importantly, you recognize the number printed on.

The number 11.

Your heart begins to pick up its pace.

It can’t be.

There’s no way.

A jumble of scenes starts to replay in your mind. Bits and pieces of the night before. You can’t remember much but you do remember that Alexia never left your mind. No matter how many drinks you had. She remained in your thoughts.

You hear footsteps. The sound of a coffee machine bubbling away. The last thing you want is to take peek and confirm your suspicions. But you know you must.

When you finally muster up the courage to do so, you see Alexia with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Good morning,” she says. You expect to hear the usual disappointment and anger in her voice, but you detect none. That’s new.

Confusion is written all over your face, so Alexia gives you a moment to take in your surroundings and make sense of what’s happening. But how can you make sense of something that doesn't make sense?

“How?” is all you can ask.

Alexia takes a sip of her coffee and sighs. “Your friends dropped you off last night.”

That doesn’t make much sense either and Alexia seems to realize that.

“They said you kept asking them to bring you here…” she looks down at the cup, “...to me.”

Now that makes a little more sense.

You nod, slowly, trying to hide the fear that has begun to creep up on you. Not only can you not remember asking them to take you to Alexia, but you also can’t remember what you said to her — that’s if you were even capable of formulating a sentence. And if you did say anything, you hope it’s nothing that will add to your shame.

“How bad was I?”

Alexia looks at you for a few seconds, and surprisingly, you still see no disappointment or anger in her eyes. She takes a seat on the armchair beside you. “You were very, very drunk.”

Her words don’t take you by surprise, but you still bow your head. So much for that promise of just having one drink.

“Did I say anything I should apologize for?”

A hint of a smile tugs on her lips and she shakes her head, “actually, all you did last night was apologize.” She takes a sip of her coffee, “but, like I told you then, I don’t want to hear an apology when you’re drunk. What you said last night doesn’t matter. I want to hear what you have to say now.”

Glancing at the clock on the wall, there’s still time before the two of you have to show up for training. So, clearly, there’s no getting out of this conversation.

“That night at the party,” you start to say, “I thought it was all fair game. I thought you hated me. I didn’t know you had…”

“Feelings for you?” she says, finishing your sentence.

You meet her gaze, “yeah.”

Alexia’s fingers tap against the cup as she takes a moment to think of what to say. “I’ve never hated you,” she finally says. “I hate that you show up to training with ten shots of tequila in you and act like it’s not a big deal.”

You can’t help but grimace. Never before have you felt the need to apologize for your antics, especially to Alexia. But now, that’s all you want to do.

“I also hate that you’re still able to go out on the pitch and play the game of your life. I hate that that’s the example you set for the younger players.” Alexia stops and looks up at the ceiling, tugging on her bottom lip, “but what I hate the most, is that despite all that, I still can’t bring myself to hate you.”

You can’t explain the feeling that her words evoke in you, at least not yet. But you do know one thing, it’s a feeling you don’t want to run away from.

Alexia leans back and leaves the ball in your court. You don’t know what you said last night, so there’s no point in putting up a front. You have to be honest.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

When you say that it feels like a massive weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Every time I close my eyes, all I see is you. I haven’t been able to sleep because that damn kiss keeps replaying in my mind and it’s driving me crazy. You’re driving me crazy which isn’t exactly a new thing…” you let out a soft chuckle, “but it’s not like before. It's different. A good different.”

Alexia remains silent and you wonder if she heard you say all this last night.

“I don’t know what I feel. This all just, I don’t know, unexpected?”

She nods. “So, where do we go from here?”

Alexia is leaving it all up to you. Unlike you, she’s clear on her feelings. Of course she has her doubts about you and if you're capable of changing — you did just show up drunk at her door in the middle of the night. But, like she said, she still can’t bring herself to hate you.

“I don’t know, Alexia…” you say with a sigh, “I really don’t know. But I don't want to go back to how we were before.”

“A fresh start?”

A small smile tugs on your lips, “a fresh start.”

For so long you’ve been at each other's throats, maybe because it’s often easier to hate than to love. But now, something has changed. You’re not exactly sure where it will all lead, but you look forward to finding out.

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You try to convince yourself it's only temporary. Showing up a little earlier to training. Declining every invitation for a night out – regardless of whether you have training or a game the next day. You do so because you know that’s what Alexia wants of you, but it’s not easy. You want to go and have fun. But you also want her to forgive you and unfortunately, it’s very clear you won’t be able to have both.

Still, you can’t deny that you feel much better when you’re on the pitch. You’re more alert, focused, and your performance reflects that. This has not gone unnoticed by your teammates and Jona. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been asked if everything is alright. You can’t possibly tell them the truth. They wouldn’t even believe it if you did.

“What’s gotten into you?” Jona asked you one day after training.

“Just trying to be more professional, that’s all” you replied with a shrug.

Even he couldn’t hide his surprise. “Finally got tired of Ale’s lectures, huh?”

You had to do everything in your power to suppress a smile, “yeah, something like that.”

Alexia has also taken notice of the change in your behavior. But unlike the others, she knows the reason why. She knows it’s for her and because of her. Which is why every once in a while, she sends a smile your way whenever she thinks no one will notice.

So far, that’s all your interactions consist of. Soft smiles and the occasional brush of hands as you walk past each other. You’re taking it slow, first wanting to make sense of the feelings that are stirring inside you.

But with every smile she gives you, those feelings start to make a little more sense. Not to mention the fact that you still haven’t been able to stop thinking about the kiss. The only difference is that instead of it keeping you up at night, now the memory helps you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

As of now, no one seems to have noticed the shift in your relationship with Alexia. They attribute the lack of fighting to you no longer being up to your usual antics. They hope some sort of peace deal has been struck.

Still, if they were to really pay attention, they would notice the signs.

Walking in between Patri and Aitana, you see Alexia making her way towards you. There’s not enough space in the hallway for her, so Patri and Aitana scoot over on one side to allow Alexia to pass.

Alexia takes a step to the left but it’s like the two of you are in sync because you also take a step to the left.

“Sorry,” you say at the same time.

And then you both take a step to the right.

This makes you smile and Alexia rolls her eyes playfully at you. Looking into Alexia’s eyes, Patri and Aitana just disappear into thin air. You only have eyes for her.

The look you share speaks volumes. You can no longer see the hints of disappointment or anger in her eyes. Now, you see hope. In your eyes, there’s no longer any annoyance or frustration. Now, she sees affection.

Patri clears her throat and you snap back to reality. Without thinking much of it, you place your hands on Alexia’s waist and move her to the left. A little smile and nod are all she dares to give you in the presence of your teammates. But it’s more than enough.

“What the hell was that?” Aitana asks once Alexia is out of sight.

“Not sure what you mean.” You brush off her question and just keep on walking.

___________

A few days later you and the rest of the team are gathered for breakfast. There’s excitement in the air as there’s no doubt Barça will play in the Champions League final. All that’s left is the second leg of the semi-finals and you’ll be one step closer to being crowned champion.

Alexia is the last one to sit down at the table and she takes her place opposite of you. Instantly, you know something is wrong. When you smile at her, she doesn’t give you one in return. In fact, she tries to look at anything and anyone, but you. It’s like you’ve gone back in time and you’re right back to where you started.

You’re so focused on Alexia that you don’t notice Patri who’s sitting next to her, with a mischievous smirk. It’s only when she gives Alexia a playful nudge with her shoulder that you realize she knows something you don't.

“So…” Patri says, throwing her arm around Alexia, “how was your date last night?”

And Patri might as well have punched you in the stomach. No wonder Alexia can barely look you in the eye. She wanted to keep this from you.

Jealousy spreads through you like hot spikes in your chest.

Alexia’s eyes are wide in panic, gesturing to Patri to stop talking. But Patri seems determined to tease her. Of course, she’s not aware of what’s going on between you and Alexia, so she doesn’t realize what she’s instigating.

“Oh, come on,” Patri says, “I introduced you to her, it’s only fair I get the details!”

“Do we know her?” Mapi asks, leaning forward in her seat with interest.

“Of course we know her,” Claudia chimes in, “but really, who is it?”

Patri by no means is being discreet. Everyone gathered at the table is listening and like Patri, they all want to hear the details.

You definitely do not.

Alexia squirms in her seat. She catches your eye for a split second but immediately looks away. You can tell she doesn’t want to say anything about the date, but she knows she has no choice.

“It was nice,” Alexia finally says, “she was nice.”

Patri, obviously not satisfied, rolls her eyes at Alexia, “that’s it?”

You’re relieved that’s all she is willing to share, but deep down you want to know more. You fear she’s only keeping the details of the date a secret just to spare your feelings. That all your efforts to be better were for nothing. And that you lost a chance that maybe, you never really had.

“Are you going out with her again?” Claudia asks.

Alexia takes a painfully long time to answer and you can’t bear it. There’s only so much you can take. You don’t wait to hear the answer.

With your plate still almost full, you sit up from the chair and throw down the cloth napkin with a little more force than anyone expected.

You can feel everyone's eyes on your back as you walk away, but you can feel Alexia’s more than anyone else's. It doesn’t matter how far you keep walking, it doesn’t seem to go away.

“You don’t get to be mad at me!”

Alexia’s voice stops you in your tracks. All you can do is bow your head, close your eyes, and take a breath. She couldn’t just let you walk away. Alexia is not known to ever take it easy on you.

“I’m not mad at you,” you reply, still with your back to her.

With each step she takes towards you, your heart skips a beat. Just like it does with every smile. With every look.

“Sure you’re not” she says, and you can tell by the tone of her voice that she doesn’t believe you.

“I’m not mad,” you say, gathering up a little bit of courage to turn around and face her. “I’m jealous. There’s a difference.”

Your hands slide down her arms until you catch her hands. You tug her a step closer, until you’re standing just a mere inches apart. You hold your breath, waiting. Will she lean in or away?

Her hands, trembling slightly, reach up to rest on your chest. Her eyes flutter to close, feeling your heart race, threatening to beat out of your chest and into her hands.

“Does it feel like this when you’re with her?” you ask, resting your forehead against hers.

“Not even close.”

You smile because that’s all you really need to know. There’s still a chance.

“So why did you agree on that date?” you pull back, wanting to look her in the eyes.

Alexia shakes her head and sighs, “I was scared of my feelings for you,” she says. Her fingers grip on the fabric of your shirt, “after everything that has happened, I think I like you even more,” She looks at you with a soft, but sad smile. “But it’s scary to feel like this when I know there’s a possibility you might never feel the same.”

Your feelings for Alexia, albeit new, are strong. Of that, you are now certain. You needed some time to make sense of all these new feelings swirling around inside you. But all you needed was to see her in a new light. To really appreciate the woman standing before you, and truly understand how special it is that she looks at you with love in her eyes.

“I feel the same,” you whisper, like it’s a secret only she can hear. Reaching up to cup her cheeks, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, “I feel the same.”

Alexia wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you, slow and deep. She breathes you in, holding on to you for dear life. All you can do is close your eyes and just feel the cataclysm of emotion that shoots through you. A mixture of hope, love, and energy mixed with excitement, passion, and a whole lot of need.

The need to love her and be loved by her.

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The sound of more than 90,000 screaming fans is deafening. It’s the Champions League and the game is tied at the 85th minute. You have made peace with the fact that the game will be going to overtime.

But Alexia seems to have other plans. She gets the ball from Aitana and dribbles past one, two defenders. She fights as they tug on her shirt, pulling her back, kicking her. She doesn’t stop until they bring her down.

The second the ref blows for the foul, hope swells like a tide within you and you just know, this is her moment.

You decide to approach her as she is leaning down with the ball in her hands. She moves it a little to the left, a little to the right, finding the perfect placement for the perfect shot.

It’s not exactly the best time to tease her, but there’s no doubt in your mind, and in your heart, that she’ll make it.

You lean down next to her, one hand for support on your knee and the other covering your lips. “If you miss, you’ll have to run the length of the pitch and back.”

Alexia’s stoic look and determined stance falters for a split second and she has to cover her lips to hide the smile from the cameras and the opponents. Just a few minutes away from achieving Champions League glory and all she wants to do is kiss you.

“And if I make it, you’ll have to take me out on a date,” she says, “a real one this time.”

“It’s a deal.”

The goalkeeper doesn’t even have a chance to move. It's a straight shot to the upper left corner between the gap left by the defense. A shot only the best in the world can make.

In an instant Alexia is surrounded, teammates and staff screaming with joy. The stadium starts to chant her name and to you, it’s the most beautiful sound.

Alexia manages to peek her head out from the pile of bodies and catches your eye. Even still, surrounded by thousands, you only have eyes for each other.

It’s a celebration. Not only of being crowned champions of Europe, but also a celebration for what’s to come: a date, and a future with each other.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso x imagine #woso x reader

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anonymousewrites · 1 year ago

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Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Eleven

Loki x Reader

Chapter Eleven: On Sakaar

Summary: Loki and (Y/N) work on getting the Grandmaster's trust.

“Here is your room,” said the guard, opening the door to what was apparently a honeymoon suite.

(Y/N) and Loki smiled as they stepped in and the door was shut behind them. A room of red and white stood before them with wide windows overlooking the city below. It looked nice enough. Two sets of clothes lay on the bed in front of them.

“Oh my god, really?” (Y/N) groaned as she held up the outfit she was supposed to wear.

Loki smothered a smirk. “Quite the dress.”

“Shut it, my dear,” snapped (Y/N). “At least yours covers all of you.”

“It is blue, though,” said Loki distastefully. He preferred green.

“Better blue than so showy,” huffed (Y/N). And I just got to wear not formal clothes, too…

“Unfortunately, Grandmaster expects us to behave, so we should change,” said Loki.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I don’t want to get fried,” said (Y/N). She nodded a door leading to an adjacent room. “I’m assuming that’s a bathroom. I’ll change in there.”

Loki nodded, and (Y/N) went into the bathroom. Loki put on the Sakaarian outfit, sighing at the blue and purple scheme instead of having his preferred green.

“Man, I’m not going to like it here,” said (Y/N) as she stepped out.

Loki’s brain froze for a moment as he took in her appearance. Seeing it laid out on the bed didn’t do justice for how it ended up looking on (Y/N).

The corseted top was a navy blue with gold overlay, and a golden skirt and sleeves hung over blue fabric. The gold under the bust has flower inlays, and chains fell over her neck from sleeve to sleeve. A slit up the side of the skirt highlighted her leg, and it fell to her knees. Gold wedge heels supported her as she stood with her hands on her hips.

Loki was thanking Grandmaster for his choice since (Y/N) looked incredible. She was more divine and godly than Loki could ever be.

“You look nice,” remarked (Y/N), looking at his simple but classy new outfit. “I like you in other colors.”

“Thank you.” Loki liked his outfit much more knowing (Y/N) liked it. “And you look nice as well.”

“Thanks.” She smiled and chuckled sheepishly. “You’d think that I’d be used to fancy outfits by now after being on Asgard so long, but I’m not.”

“Well, this is slightly more daring than Asgardian dresses,” remarked Loki. He took (Y/N)’s hand and raised it to his lips, kissing the back. “But you look beautiful in either.”

(Y/N) turned pink, and her heart fluttered at his praise. She stood straighter, somehow more comfortable knowing that Loki liked it. “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered in embarrassment. “Let’s get to this party.”

Loki chuckled. “Indeed.”

(Y/N) and Loki stepped out of the elevator into the Grandmaster’s party room. People were dancing and drinking abundantly already. (Y/N) stuck by Loki’s side as they walked to the bar to grab some drinks to blend in.

“Hey! If it isn’t my two newest friends!” said Grandmaster. “Looking great, guys.”

“And feeling great,” said (Y/N), plastering a smile on her face.

“Thank you for the gifts,” said Loki.

“Anything for you two,” said Grandmaster, winking. “I think we’re getting along, so, hey, want to make sure you’re happy.”

“And we’re honored,” said Loki, kissing ass to gain trust.

“Yes. We are,” said (Y/N).

Grandmaster grinned. “Don’t have too much fun without me,” he said before mingling with other guests.

(Y/N) and Loki drifted to the edge of the party.

“So, we’re stuck here,” murmured (Y/N).

“Yes,” said Loki.

“How are we going to make the best of this?” said (Y/N).

“First, we’re going to dance to seem like we’re having a good time,” said Loki.

“Well, we could be, I just need a few more drinks,” said (Y/N) brightly, downing her drink.

Loki chuckled and pulled (Y/N) onto the dancefloor, keeping her close as others dancing to the techno music. Loki wasn’t accustomed to this type of dancing, but luckily for the pair, (Y/N) had been clubbing on Earth, and this didn’t feel that different, so she just pulled Loki in and kept them close as they bounced and twirled to the music, letting the beat guide her.

Under the cover of the music, (Y/N) spoke quietly. “I’m assuming we’re going to overthrow the Grandmaster?” she said, arching an eyebrow.

“Of course, I just need to get into his good graces,” said Loki, twirling her closer. (Y/N) laughed and shook her head at his confidence. Swaying her to the music, he smirked at her. “You’ve become rather comfortable with revolution. I thought you didn’t approve of taking over other lands.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Revolution is different from conquering, and I don’t like the Grandmaster. He has slaves; he has to go.”

“Of course,” said Loki. He spun her. “So we’re agreed?”

(Y/N) smirked at him and raised a hand where blue light gathered for a moment. “When the time is right." She frowned. "But then we find out if Asgard and Thor are alright."

Loki nodded in agreement. “Yes. We’ll need his trust first.”

“Good thing you’re not known as Silvertongue for nothing,” said (Y/N) teasingly.

“I can assure you, they call me that for many reasons,” said Loki, leaning closer and pulling her closer.

(Y/N) ignored the flutter in her stomach at the insinuation. “Well, then, you should have no trouble becoming friends with Grandmaster.”

“Neither should you,” remarked Loki. “You can be diplomatic and persuasive when needed.”

“Thanks,” said (Y/N) with a playful wink. “But I was thinking I’d be better suited to getting into the mainframe here and stealing passwords. Then we’d have resources.”

“Excellent idea,” said Loki. He leaned into her ear while pulling her hips closer, keeping up the appearance of a couple as they danced and plotted. “We will stay here for a bit, and then we can inform Grandmaster that we’re going to slip out for some ‘fun’ and get some work done.”

(Y/N) grinned and suppressed a shiver as he spoke into her ear. “Right.”

“Hey, hey, hey, where’re you two going? The party’s still going!” said Grandmaster as (Y/N) and Loki made their way to the exit.

(Y/N) giggled and put her hand on Loki’s chest, playing up her tipsiness as Loki held her close. “Oh, we know, but we just wanted to, you know, have some…personal time?” She grinned at Loki.

Grandmaster grinned and wagged his finger at them. “Naughty, naughty.” He clapped Loki on the back. “Have fun, you two, and invite me some time!”

Loki put on a smile as they left the room, and they both let out a breath of exhaustion as the elevator doors slid closed.

“He’s going to be tiring,” sighed (Y/N).

“Indeed,” said Loki. “But I prefer him flirting with us to him melting us.”

“Can’t argue with that,” said (Y/N).

“So, can you really get us into the mainframe?” said Loki.

“Yeah,” said (Y/N) with total confidence as the elevator doors opened and they stepped into the hallway leading to their room and others. “I hacked SHIELD. I can handle this place.”

Loki believed her. She had never failed in anything before. “I’ll watch for guards.”

“Thanks.” (Y/N) made her way to a computer set up between several rooms. She had seen a worker earlier using it to look up guests and information on who was staying there, so (Y/N) knew it was connected to the system.

She turned on the computer and opened the panel beneath it to get to wiring. And then she set to work. (Y/N) grinned as she worked. It felt good to be hacking again. It had been way too long since she had the rush of breaking into all the files and data that people tried to keep hidden.

“Wow, Grandmaster has a lot of stuff he isn’t using,” said (Y/N) as she went through the various ship files and access codes. She grinned. “Mine now.”

“How far along are you?” said Loki.

“Nearly done. I’m memorizing some of the codes so I can get into the system faster next time,” said (Y/N), scanning the lines of code popping up before her. “Got it—”

Loki pulled her up and slammed the computer closed. Moving quickly, Loki pushed (Y/N) against the wall. He pulled one of her legs up around his hip, effortlessly holding her up as one hand held himself above her. (Y/N) instinctively held her hands on his chest in surprise at the action.

“Loki, what—?!” gasped (Y/N), staring at him wide-eyed as her heart went a mile a minute.

“Guards,” he murmured, leaning close to her.

Sure enough, guards were rounding the corner, and they hurried quickly past (Y/N) and Loki as they spied the “intimate couple” and didn’t want to stick around for very long.

(Y/N) and Loki remained frozen until a few moments passed with no one else appearing.

“I think they’re gone,” said (Y/N), but she hadn’t moved, staring at how close Loki’s body was to hers.

“Yes,” said Loki absently, his mind far too busy realizing his hand was supporting (Y/N)’s thigh and he had put them in quite the situation. He snapped out of it and let go, stepping back before his thoughts got away from him.

“We should head to our room. You know, to, uh, keep up appearances,” said (Y/N) awkwardly.

“Yes. That’s a good idea,” said Loki.

Loki and (Y/N) stood in their pajamas and avoided each other’s gaze as reality set in. They had been too busy to pay it any mind earlier, but now they were noticing one extremely important fact about the room they were in.

It had one bed.

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her, thankfully, normal tank top and shorts pajamas. (She had worried Grandmaster would give her a nightgown or something, in which case she would have simply refused to change and found her Earth clothes). “One bed.”

“Yes,” said Loki.

Silence.

“Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor,” said (Y/N).

“Neither am I,” said Loki.

“And we need to keep our cover,” said (Y/N).

“Yes, we need to seem like a couple in a honeymoon suite,” said Loki.

“So we’re agreed?” said (Y/N).

“We both keep to our sides,” said Loki with a nod.

“Fine,” said (Y/N).

“Fine,” said Loki.

Silently, they crossed to their sides of the bed and got in.

Loki glanced at (Y/N) as she lay stiffly in bed. “Is this your first time in bed with a man?” He had no idea how to deal with the situation in any other way than teasing her.

(Y/N) scoffed. “This isn’t that type of thing at all, and even if it was, I’ve shared my bed with men and women, this isn’t my first rodeo.”

Loki found himself gritting his teeth at the idea of others with (Y/N). “Well, you can relax. I don’t have any dishonorable intentions.”

“…I know.” (Y/N) turned over slightly to face him, and Loki leaned on his side. “Despite everything, I trust you.” She smiled.

Loki blinked in surprise and felt his heart beat faster pleasantly. “Thank you.”

(Y/N) closed her eyes and pushed her head farther into the pillow. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

Loki smiled and looked at (Y/N)’s peaceful expression. I could get used to this. He closed his eyes and listened to her calm breaths as he drifted off.

(Y/N)’s eyes opened to find herself staring a pajama shirt. She looked up to see Loki’s face, eyes still closed. During the night, both had moved closer, their heads at the inner edges of their pillows as they lay together in the center of the bed. (Y/N)’s legs had twined with Loki’s, and his arms were around her.

“Loki?” murmured (Y/N).

Loki’s eyes didn’t open, and he didn’t wake up, but he hummed slightly at her voice and pulled her closer. (Y/N) couldn’t help a fond smile and closed her eyes again.

Hey, she was on a strange planet with strange people and only the man she loved with her. (Y/N) wasn’t about to break the moment. She reached out and held Loki to her.

She’d enjoy the peace while it lasted.

And she didn’t notice Loki’s eyes open and the smile appear on his face as he held (Y/N).

Just a super cute Loki x MC chapter -Mouse

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total-drama-shark · 1 year ago

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Part 1 of my Pahkitew Island Art Style and Character Design analysis!

I have SO MUCH to talk about regarding Pahkitew’s art direction that I could not possibly fit it all in one singular post , so I’m turning it into a series! The first thing I’m going to talk about is the reuse of assets in the designs of the cast for Pahkitew Island and how they where changed. So, going of alphabetically:

Dave

Dave’s pants and shoes are glaringly similar to Harold’s, it was a detail that annoyed me because I felt it lazy to just reuse the asset of not just any character, but a reoccurring past contestant (though trust me, it’s absolutely not the worst that it gets)

But upon closer inspection you can see a number of changes made to the asset to adapt it to the new character, the one that caught my attention first was how the triangular shape of the heel counter was rounded in one side on Dave’s. This use of rounding out lines will be repeated as we look further.

Other notable changes are how the tongues of the shoes stick out more in Dave’s and the lines of the sole are thinner.

Ella

Ella’s skirt and blouse appears to be inspired by Courtney’s dress in The Princes Bride, which I also love! Of course the fairytale and princess lover would have her fit inspired by a princess dress from the fairytale episode!

The outfits aren’t a clear copies of each other’s but the way their shapes are divided are where the inspiration becomes clearer. The choker, the sleeves, the gloves, the v-neck, the two stripes at the bottom, the poofy parts? (I am not a dress nor skirt expert as you can clearly tell).

I now HC that Ella didn’t just watch WT but also Action and The Princes Bride was her fave episode :)

Jasmine

Jasmines hat is taken from Team Amazon’s hat from when they sing Sheering Sheep in Australia, pretty fitting.

The differences here are easy enough to see, the brim of the hat on Jasmine is less angular and doesn’t fold, the band doesn’t have that braided pattern, the circles are lower, and he hat in general is wider.

Scarlett

Don’t even know if to include this one because, from a distance I could’ve sworn Scarlett’s shoes were the same as Izzy’s, but again, with further inspection you can tell some obvious differences.

Scarlett’s shoes are taller than Izzy’s and there the rare occasion here where the Pahkitew design is more angular than the original.

Shawn

Shawn’s fit is straight up taken from a hobo, the most fitting asset reuse of all time lmao

Their vests are nearly identical with just minor differences in the placement of lines and Shawn's being less angular, the folds in their sweaters are different (and I kinda prefer the Hobo's in this one) and their turtleneck is the most obvious difference.

Sky

Sky’s top and necklaces taken from Cameron’s mother, which, I do not get why. It feels so random.

Anyways as for changes, Sky's body type is different from Cameron's mom so the shirt is adjusted to fit that, and the pearl shaped necklace has some differences, it properly wraps around more in Sky's design and it actually looks like a necklace separate from the shirt, where instead they look attached in Cam's mom design.

Sugar

Now HERE’S the one that pisses me off, nearly Sugar’s EVERYTHING was taken from Sadie, her body type, her fit, her arm I literally just Sadie’s arm, they didn’t even change anything there.

It feels so lazy, so disrespectful to both characters, Sugar made it to the final three but they couldn't bother to give her s unique base?

Their tops are nearly identical with minor details changed, they basically just turned Sadie's shorts into pants for Sugar, their shoes are practically identical I kid you not.

Justice for Sugar she deserved so much more.

Topher

And finally the most obvious one.

Topher is obviously inspired from Chris, the most obvious sign is with his color palette, with his clothes being almost identical in color to Chris.

But second of all is his shoes which are almost identical to Chris's if it weren't for the fact Topher's shoes are wider but less tall than Chris.

Well that's all for part 1, let me know if I missed anything! I think part 2 will center around the backgrounds (my fave part of PI's art style!)

#total drama #total drama pahkitew island #tdpi #td dave #td ella #td jasmine #td scarlett #td shawn #td sky #td sugar #td topher

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multi-fandomsfreak · 4 months ago

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For my silly delusions

Can you make romantic horror peach x [female] reader fluff/sfw?

Prompt: it's the first date in their relationship and it's slightly awkward considering neither of them know what to say to eachother and it's the first date they ever had in their lifes, the date in question takes place in a amusement park or carnival [takes place around night time if you're doing carnival]

This would make my day if you do this because i got a crush on horror peach and I show no shame in it :3

Going On A Date With Horror Peach

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

Honestly I’m in the same boat as you. I’m so gay for Horror Peach it’s surprising. Im gay for Peach in general. I have no reason to deny it. Hopefully this does her justice and you enjoy this. Also I did carnival hope you don’t mind 👍 ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mention But Reader Is Referenced To Be Female

Warning: ⚠️Mentions Of Threatening Someone (Not Towards Reader)⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Horror Peach

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by Me + Banner by LuaGhostk (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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- Today was the night. You and Horror Peach were officially going on your guys first date. Honestly you never thought you would get to date the lovely princess let alone swoon her over. But you couldn’t help it. You found her so interesting and captivating that you couldn’t help but get to know her. Luckily the feelings were mutual. She really liked how upfront you were towards her. I can imagine her being the type of person who appreciates honest and upfront personality in a relationship. Especially if it was coming from you so when you asked if you two could go on a date she happily accepted. The two of you had agreed on going to a carnival and went our separate ways so you two could prepare yourself.

- At first you were filled with joy. The fact you managed to have a night with her made you feel proud of yourself. You honestly didn’t think she would accept considering what she is known for. But as you started to prepare for it started to sink in more and more that this was actually happening and not some sort of dream. This is when you started to panic slightly. You wanted to make sure you looked your absolute best. You started to panic about every single thing that you can possibly think of. You wanted to get her stuff you knew she would like so the date could go by better.

- I can imagine Horror Peach being a little panicky herself. I like to think she’s a BIT of a perfectionist. She needs everything to be perfect and going her way or else she might lose it. She wanted to make sure that the night was perfect for both you and her so admittedly she was a bit panicky in that sense as well. It was even worse considering it was a date with you, a beautiful woman . But regardless she had to go through with it so she put on an outfit most suitable for a carnival and headed towards the area with you going the same route.

- When you first saw her in her outfit you couldn’t help but look at her in awe. She looked absolutely beautiful and to think she dressed like this just for you. Admittedly you kind of felt a little self conscious seeing how good she looked. You could feel a slight blush forming on your cheeks and butterflies in your stomach the longer you looked at her. Eventually you managed to snap out of your thoughts and walked up to her, clutching the flowers you had for her in your hand. “Hey…Peach” you managed to croak up which caused Horror Peach to whip around and was immediately in her words blessed with your presence. Her eyes slightly widened in surprise seeing you all dolled up just for her. Even the simplest things like the way your hair was done was enough to swoon her all over again “well hello there dear, you look beautiful tonight.” She chuckled to herself a smile forming on her face as she looked you up and down. You felt yourself chuckling out of embarrassment feeling Horror Peach’s eying you up and down “Thanks, you look really good as well” you exchanged your compliment while extending the flowers towards her to which she thanked you happily taking the flowers. “Are you ready?” Horror Peach asked to which you gave her a nod and headed inside the carnival.

- Immediately as soon as the two of you entered you were already captivated by the scenery of the place. All the things that the two of you could do together that admittedly it kind of overwhelmed you. Plus it didn’t really help the awkwardness between the two of you. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy being next to her, of course you do. It’s just this is the first time you have done this with her. You don’t really know what to do exactly to make sure she’s enjoying it. “So…what would you like to do first?” You asked slightly awkwardly trying to break the tension between the two of you “well…I guess a rollercoaster wouldn’t be a bad start” she replied back sensing you trying to break the tension.

- I feel like Horror Peach would be the type of person that wants to sit in the front just to enjoy the thrill of the rollercoaster first hand. But since you're here alongside her she wanted to make sure you were alright. She understands that some people don’t like rollercoasters and since this was her first date she didn’t want to give off the impression that she didn’t care about you. Even on the way to it while the two of you were in line she kept asking things like “are you sure about this dear?” Or “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” She wanted to affirm to you that she was there for you and you couldn’t help but fall more in love with her every time she tried to comfort you despite you telling her you’ll be fine. Even to the point of her holding you hand tightly on the ride as the two of you scream from the thrill before laughing at the fact the two of you screamed.

- I feel like due to her nature she would LOVE those haunted rides. Of course she’s a demon so she’d love them but just like the previous point she knows some people don’t like them. As soon as she sees as much as a slightly worried look she would insist that you don’t have to do this and just like in the previous point you have to tell her that you don’t mind. Even though you may slightly be scared but with Horror Peach with you you could felt more at ease.

- I also like to think she’d be a fan of Carousels or Ferris Wheels. Although they don’t create much of a thrill like something a rollercoaster can, when it comes to things like just enjoying what she has or just wants to enjoy some time with a friend or in this case you her lover those are the exact type of rides she likes. I can imagine you and her patiently waiting while holding each other's hands while having something like candy floss/cotton candy in your other hand then entering the ride. Feeling it slowly go around as the two of you enjoy the view from up above. The lights from multiple stands and rides lighting up the ground below you. Even either you or her just resting yours/her head on the other's shoulder as you look up at the stars thinking to yourselves as how lucky the two of you are.

- When it comes to those types the games that you swear are rigged e.g. ring toss, hook a duck etc. You can bet your ass you’ll be winning because Horror Peach will be threatening them. As I said before, she's a perfectionist. If either you or her are trying to win something for the other she will threaten them to let you win. If she is trying to win she can easily use her powers and pretend that she won but in your case you might not have the powers she has. So as soon as she sees a frown on your face because you failed she immediately goes into protective mode and starts threatening the person in charge of the game saying some shit will go down towards them if they don’t let her girlfriend win. She will continue doing this until the game owner cowers in fear letting you win. Meanwhile, she has a smile on her face as if she didn’t just threaten to kill someone but she doesn’t mind it if it’s for you.

- I feel like if there were food courts at the carnival she would definitely go for the sweet type ones. Ironically considering who she was I like she would still have some characteristics of Princess Peach. Since Princess Peach is pretty known for liking things like cakes I feel like Horror Peach would go for things like that. Things like candy floss/cotton candy, caramel apples, ice creams, slushies, fried Oreo’s and more. She doesn’t go for those greasy foods because she’s afraid it’ll ruin her outfit. But she’s more than willing to get it for you if that’s what you want.

- Overall, the two of you had an amazing time. Despite the slight awkwardness at the beginning. You two found yourself enjoying the night giggling to yourself about the fun the two of you had. “I had a fun time with you [Name]…” she said having your arm in hers holding you tight “we should do this again maybe just the two of us” she said giving you a genuine smile of happiness to which you give her one in return “yeah I’d love that as well.” You replied as the two of you left the carnival.

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pick-me-up-im-scared · 1 year ago

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Ellie Williams x Reader request: Ellie and the Reader are engaged and they have set the date and they get married in Jackson and they go to their favorite spot outside of Jackson and have a nice day together before they have a family dinner back in Jackson, then after dinner they head home and make love to each other for the first time as a married couple.

Till Death Us Do Part (Ellie Williams x Reader)

Author´s Note: I hope I made your request justice! I tried my best, so I hope it's kinda how you imagined it. It´s a little bit more focused on the wedding itself, idk if that's what you meant. I think it's pretty cute. Also, this is mostly focused on a Christian wedding. That's the only one I kinda know anything about. Sorry if that goes against your religion, but I hope you can look past that and enjoy this story anyway. I tried to remove the super Christian stuff in hopes to not trigger anyone. Also also, I believe we never get to know Ellie’s middle name. I know traditionally you say the whole name, first-, middle-, and last name. But since I didn’t find Ellie’s I figured I should skip the reader´s too, to be more symmetrical. I tried to make the ceremony a little more ”simple” then a traditional one. I don´t think they’d be able to have a super, over-the-top wedding at Jackson. Still some details I couldn’t stop myself from including. I hope it’s pretty realistic.

⚠️Warning!⚠️: This story includes smut that might not be suitable for a younger audience!

(y/l/n) = your last name

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”Suck it in” your sister said as she zipped up your dress. You felt the fabric hugging your figure as the zipper glide along your spine. You mumbled a ”thank you" before walking up to the mirror on the other side of the room. You let your eyes glance over the long, white dress decorating your body. You trace your fingers over the fabric, feeling the texture of the lace against your fingertips. ”Wow” you let out in a state of shock. Your sister laughs as she comes up behind you to look at your reflection, ”I think it fits you”. ”It´s perfect” you quickly added. The dress wasn’t in fact yours. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find a wedding dress in the apocalypse. Apparently that isn’t peoples most prized possession, which makes sense. Therefore people didn’t prioritized taking it with them when they had to leave their homes. But Maria heard about your plans and was quick to let you know she had a dress she gladly let you borrow.

You turned around to quickly glance at the back of the dress before turning to your sister. ”So, what is Ellie wearing?” she asked while readjusting the crown braid she’s done in your hair. You chuckle as the memory of Ellie’s reaction when you showed her what she would be wearing. She gave you free hands when it came to the wedding, knowing how important it was for you. And she just wants you to be happy. Also, you can only do so much with a wedding in a separated village under these circumstances. To her, it didn’t matter if you would get married in a ditch, as long as it’s with you. But when you asked her to wear a linen shirt you apparently hit a nerve. Like you said, the wedding dress was a pain in the ass as it is, but Ellie’s outfit would be even harder to fix. So when you finally found something that matched your vision you had already compromised enough. ”I´m not wearing that!” Ellie said as she eyed the white linen shirt on the hanger. You frowned and tilted the shirt to you, to look at it again. As if you hadn’t inspected it enough. ”Why not?” you asked confused. You thought about Ellie when picking it out, and thought it would look really good on her.

”It’s uncomfortable” Ellie explained. You frowned, confused ”Uncomfortable? This is like the softest fabric you could find as a shirt. You’ve got tank tops that’s less comfortable then this!”. ”But they look cool” she mumbled. You rolled your eyes at her stubbornness. This feels more like a conversation between a mom and her 14 year old son when she asks him to not wear his cap on his school photo, rather then two grown up partners talking about their wedding outfits. You looked to the side annoyed ”Oh, so what do you plan to wear? Your outwashed, grey hoodie?”. Ellie looks at you with hopeful eyes ”Is that an option?”. ”No!” you bluntly as you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyingness. Trying your best to not have a argument with her about a goddam shirt! You knew the planing of the wedding have left you with a short temper. You're just very stressed, and having issues with things you though would get through smoothly isn’t helping.

Ellie looks at the shirt again and feels the fabric between her fingers. ”Are you sure there’s nothing else I can wear?” she tried again with a pleading voice. You sighed, ”Ellie, it’d one day. One day in your whole life you need to wear something else then your regular stuff”. Ellie bits her lips as she’s thinking. You walk up to her, wrapping your arms around her torso, ”Please. For me” you added, knowing she would give in. Ellie always wants to be good for you, not that you use this as a weapon against her often. But some situations requires certain methods. Ellie sighed before finally giving in. ”Fine” she said with a little bit of a pissed-off tone. You know, the same tone a three year old has whenever they realized their mom won’t give in and buy the toy they’ve been begging for for the past few hours. She eyed the clothing items again ”I’ll wear them if I can have my converse”. She looked back at your shocked face, ”Ellie you can’t-”. You bite your lip, stopping yourself from starting another argument. You've got her to wear the outfit you’ve pick. How many will pay attention to her shoes?. ”Fine” you said as you looked at her with an annoyed expression. But Ellie couldn't care less. Right after your replay, she first-bumped the air like a 10 year old boy, mumbling ”yes” at her ”victory”. You couldn’t help but smile at your silly girlfriend.

Your sister finished knotting the last few flowers in the braid before backing away to observe her work. She gives you a handgesture in approval along with a silly, matching facial expression. You just giggle at her. You get up from the chair, straighten out any wrinkles that has appeared on the dress from sitting down. Your sister helped you put on your heels before grabs the bouquet she picked for you on the table, and hands it to you. You smile down on it before grabbing it with your left hand. ”You ready?” she asked, to which you nod. She opened the door and took the lead down the hall. As you got closer to the main room you’d be married in you felt the nerves catching up with you. Up till now it just felt like your sister had been helping you get ready for some celebration. Just having some sister-time. But when you were met by the wooden doors everything was crystal clear. You could hear the slight mumbling of the people on the other side. ”Let’s do this!” your sister said as she gave you her arm. You nodded as you locked your arm with hers. The piano stared to play the song you choose, making your heart rate go up even more. You’re pretty sure you could see your heart beating though your dress at this point. You took a deep breath before walking up to the door. As you neared the double-doors they open and you’re met with a bunch of eyes settled on you. The nerves makes you grab the stem of the bouquet harder.

As you’re walking down the aisle you take your time to look out over the people who has formed to celebrate this special day with you. Maria, who let her eyes wonder over the dress before her eyes meets up with yours to give you a proud smile. It´s the first time she’s seen the dress since her own wedding 23 years ago. A few benches ahead sits Tommy, feeling such emotions like it’s his own daughter walking down the aisle. You swore you could see his eyes being glossy. As you looked to the other side you saw someone who didn’t even try to hold her emotions intact. Dina let tears roll down her cheeks, not even trying to wipe them off with the soaked tissue in her hand. She’s so happy Ellie finally found a nice girl who truly cared for her. Being someone with so much love to give, finally finding someone who would give you equally as much back. Dina remembers the first time Joel introduced you to her and Ellie. She could see, based on Ellie’s expression, that you would be the girl she´d marry. So, ever since that day she’s been your biggest supporter, both before and after you got together. In Dina’s lap sits JJ, happily bouncing along to the music. A chuckle leaves your lips as you watch the ecstatic young guy.

Finally you look straight ahead, following the aisle till your eyes met with the figure at the end of it. There she is, your wife-to-be. Her eyes hasn’t left you ever since you walked through the door. Her red eyes told you she’s been crying the hold time. If her glossy cheeks wasn't proof enough. You break out a smile as your eyes met hers, and you couldn’t help but to feel your own eyes filling up. Your eyes glance at the outfit she’s wearing, looking just like you’ve imagined it. She’s so handsome. You let out a shaky breath in hopes to collect your emotions. You can't both be a crying mess up there. It´s funny ’cause you told Ellie about a week ago that you wouldn’t cry. And continued explaining how you’ve seen Titanic around ten times and hasn’t spilled a single tear. Ellie just chuckled before mumbling ”we will see”.

Your sister leads you up the alter, shaking Ellie’s hand before ”handing you over”. Ellie's smile grew even wider as her shaky hands grabs yours. She leads you further up the alter to the position Maria told her to during the rehearsal. Your sister made sure to re-adjust the skirt of the dress before taking a seat at the front row. Ellie leans in and mumbles ”You look so pretty. I can´t believe you’re real”. You giggle ”You don´t look so bad yourself, handsome”. Ellie bushed at your nickname, nervously looks down at her beaten-up shoes. She’s adorable. The priest started talking ”We have gathered here to witness the marriage between Ellie Williams and (y/n) (y/l/n)”. As the priest continued his regular dialog you and Ellie sneak glances of each other, giggling like two school girls. Then the priest asks ”Do you have the rings?”. ”Sure thing!” Ellie gladly answer while putting her hand into the left pocket of her pants. She pulls out two golden bands. They’re no way near new, so they have a few scratches, but Ellie has tried her absolute best to make them as shiny as possible. She hands you one of them, but misinterprets the coordination and therefore miss your hand. ”Fuck!” Ellie mumbles enough for both of you to hear as the ring falls to the ground. You smack her in the arm. She shoots her head to your direction with a questionable look. ”Don’t swear in church!” you whisper-yell to her. She nodded before picking up the ring and hand it to you. ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Ellie apologized switching her gaze between you and the priest.

She cleared her throat before grabbing your left hand. ”Say after me, ’I, Ellie Williams’” the priest began. ”I, Ellie Williams” Ellie repeated. ”Take you, (y/n) (y/l/n) to be my wife”, ”Take you, (y/n) (y/l/n) to be my wife”. ”To have and to hold from this day forward”, ”To have and to hold from this day forward”. ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”, ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”. ”To love and to cherish, till death us do part”, ”To love and to cherish, till death us do part” Ellie finished with a proud smile on her face as she slide the ring on your finger, happy she didn’t fucked it up. ”Now you (y/n), take Ellie’s hand and repeat after me ’I, (y/n) (y/l/n)’”. You grabbed Ellie's hand and said ”I, (y/n) /y/l/n)”. ”Take you, Ellie Williams to be my wife” ”Take you, Ellie Williams to be my wife”. You could see the tears in Ellie’s eyes about to spill over as she observed your words. The priest continued ”To have and to hold from this day forward”, ”To have and to hold this day forward”. ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”, ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”. ”To love and cherish, till death us do part”, ”To love and cherish, till death us do part” you copied before breathing out. You put the ring on Ellie’s finger, sealing the deal. You grabbed each other’s hands, just like before, only now they’re decorated with two shiny rings.

”And so now, by the power invested in me, it is my honor to dicer you wife and wife”. You rub your thumbs along the back of Ellie’s veiny hands as you inspected her face. Two sentences away from being able to call her yours. ”You may now kiss” the priest proudly announced. You softly place your hands on either side of Ellie’s face as she grabs your waist. She pulls you closer, automatically moving your lips closer to each other. You look into her eyes one last time before closing the gap. Ellie tired not to moan into the kiss, thinking it’s inappropriate to do so with all these people in the room. But your soft, delicately colored lips sure made it hard for her. She deepened the kiss, but held herself back from going too far. You pulled back and smiled widely at each other. Even a giggle left your lips as it was hard to hide the blissfulness you felt inside. You grab Ellie’s right hand before turning to face the crowed. You made a silly face as you showed the ring to the people. ”Ladies and gentlemen, I’m pleased to present to you Mrs and Mrs Williams” they cheered as you walked down the aisle with much calmer expressions then the first time. Still the adrenaline was no way near gone. You could hear Ellie let out a sigh of relief, one she had held in since she put her foot on the alter. You leaned in and mumbled ”We’re married now!” mimicking her behavior from before. She turned to look at you and give you a full-teethed smile.

You looked down at the ring as the cheerful music plays in the background. You smiled to yourself, having a hard time grasping what just happened. ”Congrats, now you’re stuck with her forever!”, you snapped up to see Dina. She had JJ on her hip, but he seemed more interested at the dancing people then you. You laughed as you pulled her into a hug, making the baby turn his head to you. You ruffled his hair before turning back to Dina, ”And I wouldn’t want it any other way”. She made a disgusted face ”Ugh, stop it or I’ll throw up”. You gave her a playful smack on her unoccupied arm. ”Talking about throwing up, did she tell you she was gonna wear those shoes?” she asked, pointing to the spoken of behind you. You turned your head as if you needed to look to know what Dina was talking about. It was honestly just an excuse to steal a glance at your gorgeous, now, wife. You let out a laugh before throwing out your arms in a defeated motion ”Unfortunately I did, but I had no choice”. Dina sighed ”I swear, if she weren’t going to marry you she would have married those fucking shoes”. You chuckled at the not so unbelievable statement. JJ made a sound, making you both turn your focus on him. ”Actually, could you hold him for a sec. I really need to pee” Dina announced, earning a laugh from you at her bluntness. You nod your head along with a ”of course”. She carefully handed him over to you, helping you to hold him in a comfortable position before heading to the toilets. ”Come on, JJ. Let´s see who’s here” you said to the happy face resting against your chest, before walking into the crowed.

Ellie took another sip from her beer as she looked over the room, watching all the people dancing and having fun. She couldn’t believe she’s actually married now. To the girl of her dreams. She snapped out of her thoughts as someone pats her shoulder along with ”Congrats, kiddo!”. She looked at the direction of the voice to see Tommy smiling at her. Ellie gave him a smile back along with a ”thank you”. He took a stand beside her, looking at the same direction as her. He look around the room and chuckled ”Who knew you would get married?”. Ellie gave him a chuckle back before shrugging her shoulders ”I´m lucky, I guess”. ”Call it luck or whatever, you found yourself a catch”. Ellie smiled for herself, proud to have you in her life. Even just the thought of you would bring up her mood no matter what. Tommy turned to look at Ellie ”I know Joel would be proud”. Ellie snapped her head at the mentioning of his name. ”Y-you think?” she hesitantly asked. Tommy smiled at her, ”I know. Heck, he would be balling his eyes out more then I did!” he jokingly said, trying to light up the mood. But Ellie was all up in her thoughts, trying to hold back her emotions as good as possible. She just huffed.

”Are you talking shit about me?”, thank god she got snapped out of her thoughts as you came up to them. Ellie smiled at you, like she always did whenever she hadn’t seen you in a while. ”Oh, I didn’t know you were expecting” Tommy joked as he let JJ grab his finger. ”Yep. That’s why the wedding was so rushed. We had to get it over with so we could cover it up” you joked as you watched the cute interaction. Tommy gave you a chuckle. Ellie walked up to your side and gave you a kiss on the cheek before resting her hand on your back. You smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Ellie caressed the back of the baby, earning her a big, two-teethed smile. She couldn’t help but smile back as she wonders if this is what it’d feel like to have a family with you. Seeing you hold a baby made her feel like doing some stupid, rushed decisions. She made sure to pull you a little closer to her, playing around with the thought. ”There you are! I thought you had kidnapped him” Dina comes running up. You carefully hands her back JJ, who’s trilled to be back with his mama. You continued to have unimportant conversations until Dina informed ”We should probably head home, JJ´s really tired”. ”He´s starting to get a little grumpy” she said in a baby-voice as she bounced him in her arms. You nodded before giving her a hug, ”Well, thank you so much for coming”. ”Of course! I wouldn’t want to miss this day. Plus there’s not that much happening around here anyways”, you laughed as you pulled away. Dina went over to Ellie and hugged her too, whispering something in her ear. Your nosiness got cut off, ”Yeah, I should probably head home too. Need to prepare” Tommy announce before giving the new wedded couple a hug too. ”Remember, dinners at mine!” he chanted before leaving the building. ”Yes, sir!” Ellie answered before you both started laughing.

Then, when you were finally alone you walked up around Ellie and wrapped your arms around her waist, ”What are you doing?" she chuckled as she put her hands on top of yours. ”I don´t know” you shrugged as you rested your chin on her left shoulder. You just stood there for a while, taking in each other’s presence. You both had a hard time understanding this would be the rest of your lifes. ”I love you” you finally cut the silence. Even from your angle you could see the smile on Ellie’s face, ”I love you, too”. ”Despite what you think, I think you look really hot in this outfit” you confessed as you planted soft kisses along her neck. You felt Ellie tense at the unexpected touch, ”Y-yeah, I guess it wasn’t too bad” she stuttered as the blush started to take over her face. ”Really?” you asked. ”So I can expect to see you wearing this some other time?” you whispered in her ear. ”Hell no!” she bluntly said, earning a laugh from you. You pulled back, ”Yeah, yeah. I guess I’ll just have to take a mental picture of you like this”, you spun her around so you could see her from the front. You unconsciously bit your lip as you shamelessly let your eyes wander over Ellie’s form. Not only taking notice of the clothes, but her toned body underneath it. God, I wish I could just rip them off and take her right here! ”Come on, stop it! It doesn’t look that good” Ellie chuckled as she waved her hands in front of her, to make you stop looking. The embarrassment finally taking over. You caught her hands, but your eyes never left her body. ”You’re not seeing what I’m seeing” you bluntly said as you licked your lips. ”Oh, shush you” Ellie playfully grabbed you, but you swore you could see the effect your words was having on her.

”We should probably head to Tommy’s” you announced. Ellie sighed ”Do we have to go?”. You snapped your head at her ”Yeah, we do. He’s doing it for our sake. To celebrate our marriage”. ”But I’m tired!” she whined letting her head fall back. ”You can sleep when you’re dead” you said jokingly as you drag her to the exit. ”Plus, I need to pee first, and you need to help me hold up the dress”

Since neither you or Ellie had a huge amount of family and friends at Jackson you decided pretty early you would skip out on the ”dinner”-part of the wedding reception, and instead just let people dance and have fun at the local pub. Neither you or Ellie likes to be the center of attention, so if you could avoid it as much as possible, you will. But as soon as Tommy heard about it he insisted on making a little family dinner for just your closest ones. And when Tommy has set his mind to something, he will do it. So you headed over there, to celebrate more intimate with Dina, your sister and Tommy, of course. But to be honest, it all was a bit of a haze. You know for yourself you were lacking a lot of sleep from the previous night, and you figured Ellie was dealing with the same issue. The nerves made it impossible for you to fall asleep any earlier then 5pm. Plus… you two got a little tipsy. Fuck it, it’s your wedding day! You only get married once (hopefully). As you were saying your ”goodbye”s and ”thank you”s to everyone your conscience were a little more present. You gave everyone a wave before stumbling out the alongside Ellie. Dina muttered at your drunken state. She turned to Tommy ”If they’re not home by ten, I’ll check up on them. Making sure they haven’t fallen into a ditch or something”

You wandered down Tommy’s porch as the fresh air hits you. Making you more aware of your intoxicated state. Ellie tugged you along as you made you’re way to your shared hut. Despite being July, there were a few chilly winds whizzing in the evening. Or maybe it’s just the contrast from your warm bodies. Lucky you, Tommy’s house wasn’t far away from yours. So it felt like no time before you put your feet on your own porch. Ellie fumbled with the keys as she giggled drunkenly to herself. Finally she opened the door, gesturing for you to walk in first. You bowed down jokingly, but almost lost your balance. Ellie burst out laughing before shoving you into the house and close the door behind her. You let the jacket you wore fall off your shoulders and fall to the ground. Telling yourself it’s a problem for tomorrow before making your way further into the house, to your shared bedroom.

”Finally I can get this thing off!” Ellie lets out a groan as she button-up her shirt. She slides it off her arms and lays it neatly against the back of a chair. Now only in her linen pants and the thank top she always wore as a bra. You kick off your high heels before throwing yourself onto your shared bed. Letting out loud sigh. Ellie turn around to look at your laying figure. ”I’m so full” you whined while tracing your hands over your stomach. The aching feeling in your feet almost feels pulsating. They sure would feel swore tomorrow. Ellie smirk as she made her way over to you. She jumps on the bed beside you, turning on her side and prompting her head on one arm. She looks down at your peaceful face, inspection the perfection she gets to call her wife. The flowers your sister had put into your hair were mostly gone, and the few who were still there were looking really sad. Yet, you look like an angel to Ellie. The more she takes in your gorgeous appearance her admiration turns into something else. Lust. ”I´m still hungry” Ellie said with a teasing tone as her eyes wanders over the shape of your body. You scrunched your brows together, eyes still closed ”What? What could you possibly be craving?” you asked, oblivious to Ellie actual meaning. ”You” Ellie added with a husky tone. You open up your eyes at her answer, turning to look at her. Her hungry eyes told you everything you needed to know.

She traced her unoccupied hand over your clothed stomach, going further down. She scrunched up the skirt of the dress making it less of a reach to slide her hand underneath it. Feeling your soft, naked thighs underneath her palm made her even more aroused. She starts to leave sweet kisses along your neck, going further and further up till she meets your lips. You grab the side of her face as you deepen the kiss. Ellie grabs the fat of your hips, intentionally avoiding the place you want her the most. She pull away from the kiss. Without saying a word you still got the memo. You raise up from your bed, turning your back to Ellie. She glide the zipper down your back, feeling like a teenage-boy as the naked skin underneath made her wetter by the second. You let the dress fall to the ground and stepped out of it. Ellie pushed the scrunched up dress to the side, using her foot. You turn around to meet her eyes again, now only dressed in your white, lace panties. ”The underwear match the dress, I see” Ellie more so stated as she let her hands fall on your hips. She couldn’t help but stare at your, now, naked boobs. She titled her head up to give them each a gentle kiss. Her slightly chapped lips made such a delicious contrast against your sensitive skin.

When you’ve had enough you pushed her back onto the bed. Her legs hanging off the bed as her back was pressed against the soft cover. You let your hands traced up both her thighs, passing her heat and up to the button of her pants. As you open up her pants you made sure to grab the elastic of her panties and drag them along with her pants, off her legs. Without thinking Ellie spread her legs. Allowing you to see her gorgeous pussy. She always gets flustered when you tell her she has a pornstar-pussy. Sometimes you wished you could just take a picture of it and hang it on your wall. To examine it like a piece of art. You pushed your arousal aside and pushed her legs together. Ellie gave you a confused look. You payed no attention to it as you took a seat on her lap. The only thing separation your cunts from touching was a piece of thin, white, lace. You hover over her, putting your hands on each side of her head before lowering down and kiss her. You let her take control since you were busy feeling her out. You just let your hands wander over her body freely. Not stopping them. Ellie moaned into the messy make-out as she grabbed the fat of your thighs to drag you against her. You pushed up her bra so you could squeeze her small, yet adorable, breasts in your hand. From previous experience you know she likes it when you apply quite some pressure, so you don´t stop until you hear the familiar groan. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex with each other, but for some reason you feel a little more nervous then before. Like, still this is something different. It’s the first time as a married couple.

You got off Ellie, and without saying anything she got up. She took off her bra properly, tossing it along with the rest of your clothes. Before getting back on the bed she decided to drag off your underwear too. Ellie crawled onto the bed and took a sat behind you. She turned you over so you were sitting between her leg, pulling you towards her so your back was pressed against her chest. You could feel her hard nipples graze against your naked back. She gave your left shoulder some light pecks as her right hands traced down your stomach. You couldn’t help as your breath got quicker, heavier. Ellie's hand went down to your cunt, tracing her fingers along your lips in a teasing manner. She spread them, letting the cold air come in contact with your warm walls. ”Please, Ellie. Stop with the goddamn teasing” you whined out with a pissed tone. Ellie let out a chuckle behind you ”So needy…” she teased. ”…I like it” she mumbled in your ears, visibly making you shiver. She traced her index finger along your slit, gathering your wetness for lube. She groaned ”fuck” when she noticed just how wet you were. She slowly slide in her index finger into your wet pussy. You threw your head back on Ellie’s shoulder, mouth hanging open. Your needy hole finally being filled by your girlfriend's long, slender finger.

It wasn’t till she pushed it to the brim the high-pitched moan that had treated to come out finally did. Ellie made sure to slide it in and out a few more times before quickening the pace. She knows you like it fast and hard. Only slowing down to add another finger before going back to her previous pace. You closed your eyes shut as the pleasure was so good now. Ellie made sure to slam them in hard, to the point where your thighs would shake. She felt you squeezing her, but decided to add one last finger. She wants to make sure you're filled. You bit your lips and unintentionally squeezed your thighs together. ”Ah-ah” Ellie warned as she stopped only to separate your legs again. ”How do you expect me to make my wife feel good with your legs are closed?” she said in a pitiful voice. Like she’s talking to a child. The only answer that left your lips were a whine. She grabbed your left hand, making your rings cling against each other. She figured she could comfort you that away, while still drilling her fingers into your swollen pussy. Cause she knows, despite your whines and cries, you love it. ”Don’t worry, babe. You're doing amazing” she encouraged you before continuing to slide her fingers into you. You look down between your legs and sees the veins on Ellie’s hand twitch as she pounds her fingers into your dripping cunt. A moan leaves your mouth just by the sight. You’ve always loved her hands. Whenever you’d had the chance to have them on you, you took it.

Your unoccupied hand went to your back, sliding down till you felt Ellie’s wet core. She jumped at the unexpected touch. You teased her a little bit before sliding in two fingers into her. She threw her head back as a thirsty moan leaves her lips. She stopped her motion between your legs, having a hard time focusing on anything except your fingers. You curl them up to grace her g-spot continuously. You feel her legs squeezing you in the position you´re in, making you smirk for yourself. She tightened her grip on your intertwined hands, not knowing what to do with all this pleasure. Ellie swore she could cum on the spot, so she picked up the pace of her fingers. Hoping to make you cum along with her. You couldn’t do much more this angle, but based on Ellie’s whimpers in your ear you think she don't mind. ”Don´t stop (y/n)!” she whined, but the speed of her fingers weren’t affected. You were impressed. Ellie lets go off your hand to switch. You quickly soaked her three fingers as they effortlessly slide in, quickly finding the same pace as her right hand. You felt the cold metal of her ring against your entrance. Making a nice contrast from your heat. Ellie force you to look back at her, using her right hand. She kissed you as your wetness smear against your left cheek. You put you thumb on Ellie’s clit, really wanting her to come over the edge. She jolts at the unexpected adding of pressure.

Ellie moves away from your lips to place small, loving kisses across your left shoulder. ”Come on now, cum for your wife” she mumbles against your skin. You whimper as you grab a hold of her wrist. You could feel your heart rate increasing as the knot in your stomach snaps. A high-pitched moan leaves your mouth as you throw your head back on Ellie’s shoulder. She watch your face as you come undone, bitting her lip at the aroused sight in front of her. A sight she sure would think back on when she’s on patrol without you. Having some alone time. You cum on her fingers, covering her ring in your arousal. She pulled them out and put them in your mouth. You sucked them off as you continued to pump yours in her. Ellie came with some whined moans not so long after. Taking you with her as she fell onto the bed, arching her back as you continued to finger her. You felt her clenching around you, milking herself of her orgasm. You pulled your fingers out, looking at the glistering liquid covering your fingers. You could feel Ellie looking at you with half-lidded eyes from behind you. Her hands hugging your figure as she tried to collect herself. You turned over, so you were facing Ellie. Her breath hitched as you hip hit her sensitive clit. You made sure to give her a smile before resting your head on her chest. You listened as her heartbeat slowed down to it’s usual pace. Ellie slide you up, making your breasts press against hers. She nestled her face into your neck before mumbling ”I’m so happy to call you ’my wife’”.

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