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hcneymooners · 5 months ago

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ambessa x wife!reader. men and minors dni.

synopsis: you and ambessa are estranged wives, but are you really estranged if she refuses to divorce you, and every time you see each other, you can't help but fall into bed?

cw: light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, getting back together, top ambessa medarda, dom/sub, dom ambessa medarda, she has soft spot for you, pleasure dom ambessaaaaa, just for you though, strapping, rough sex, rough body play, hair-pulling, name-calling, pet names, lesbian sex, dildos, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, she is strapping you down, you will not be walking, cock worship, blow jobs, the strap is the cock in question no men i swear to god, mommy kink, praise kink, mating press, age difference, older woman/younger woman, marriage, she does not play about you, realizing this might have slight primal play, orgasm edging, begging, spanking, impact play notes: i am a FREAK about this woman. also i wrote this for @sheloveschai because she has been bringing me joy through their work and i want to do the same.

“she thinks i’m a monster.”

the words hung in the air, dense as the afternoon heat, heavy as ambessa’s head in your lap. how you’d ended up here—her armor gone, her weight so familiar—felt like one of those moments you’d look back on, trying to pin down the thread that led you here. you couldn’t.

your lives were separate. estranged wives, that’s what you told yourself. she wouldn’t divorce you, and you weren’t exactly rushing to draw up the papers. but estrangement was such a tidy, convenient word like the absence between you both was clean and intentional. it wasn’t. she blurred the edges every time she showed up unannounced, stepping into the space she left behind like it still belonged to her. and maybe it did.

she came today, her arrival marked by the low hum of her car pulling up the dirt road. the ranch was still, caught in that honeyed pause between afternoon and evening. the house she’d bought for you sat perched on its patch of green, neat but unpretentious—a porch for watching storms, white siding that seemed to glow in the late sun. the kind of place that felt like it had existed long before you arrived, waiting for someone to live in it properly. around it, the land stretched wide, unbroken except for the fences hemming in the garden you’d built with your own hands.

you were out there, barefoot and stubborn, locked in a battle with the soil. a carrot clung to the earth like it had something to prove, your hair slipping from its tie as you yanked at it, dirt smudged across your face from an earlier showdown with a deer that had dared to challenge your lettuce. the dress you wore—white, soft, and loose—shifted around you like a second skin, its ruffled straps falling to kiss your shoulders. it was stained at the hem, caught on brambles, but it moved with you, romantic in its simplicity, something that could’ve been borrowed from another life.

ambessa watched from the car. you didn’t notice her at first, too busy flailing after some audacious bit of wildlife, but she noticed you. her eyes followed the sway of your dress, the way the sun painted gold onto your skin, how your body moved with a kind of rawness that had always undone her. she waited because ambessa always waited. but there was a tension to it, like watching something she didn’t want to admit she needed.

hours later, she was here, sprawled in your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. her hand rested against the fabric of your dress, her breathing slow but uneven. you stroked her hair without thinking, staring out at the horizon. the horses were grazing, lazy against the emerald sprawl. the ranch, her gift, felt heavier than it had in a while.

“at one point in time,” you said finally, the words tasting of truth, “every daughter views her mother as her monster.”

her hand stilled. you could feel her thoughts shifting, coiling like a tide just out of reach. she didn’t say anything, but the silence was loud, charged. you didn’t press her.

“you were always so hard on yourself,” you continued, your voice quiet but steady. “you can be… strong, stubborn, cruel. i’ve felt it. i know it. so much of your decision-making is absolute like the world is this black-and-white chessboard you’re determined to win on. there’s no room for anyone else in that kind of thinking. it can be stifling. but—” you hesitated, fingers idly brushing the hem of your dress as you tried to hold her gaze.

“love is always the basis when it comes to the people you care about: mel, kino—”

“you,” she interjected softly, her voice barely audible but so certain it almost startled you.

you hummed in agreement, the corners of your mouth tugging into an easy smile.

“me,” you admitted, your chest tightening at the confession. you sighed, the sound carrying years of ache. “your problem is that you don’t believe we can love you back. not really. you think we can’t be safe with you. so you send us away, like that’s protecting us. you decide things for us—these big, sweeping decisions—and suddenly we’re standing outside looking in, strangers in our own lives with you.”

you paused, thinking of her daughter. “mel’s a teenager. she’s going to buck against you because that’s what teenagers do. you have to let her. you can’t control everything, ambessa. we don’t learn any other way.”

ambessa watched you, her face unreadable but her eyes dark and intent. her voice was indescribably tender when she spoke.

“you’re such a wonderful stepmother.”

the word made you scoff. you pushed her—gently but firmly—off your lap and rose to your feet. she let you, though her eyes lingered on you. she could never let go entirely.

“don’t let her hear you say that,” you muttered, shaking your head.

mel had not taken your marriage to her mother well. and really, who could blame her? you were more than half ambessa’s age. you’d once been mel’s peer at university, brushing shoulders in the same circles without a clue that your lives would one day intertwine like this. to make matters worse, mel hadn’t even learned of the relationship from her mother or you. no, she’d found out by walking in on the two of you in a position that still made your cheeks burn to think about.

what followed was relentless: the icy distance, the sharp words, the careful avoidance. love, for you, had always been hard, but this was a different kind of difficulty. you’d tried to explain yourself to mel, fumbling for words that didn’t sound hollow. you told her you loved her mother simply because you did. it wasn’t about their wealth or their influence. you’d come from nothing—a small town with a crumbling church, miles of barren land, and a quiet resignation to a life of struggle. you were used to living hard and mean, to fending for yourself.

but ambessa… she had swept into your life with the force of a storm. she needled at you, chipped away at your shell until you were belly-up and tender, soft between her teeth. you were an easy kill in her hunt, and she was ruthless, selfish, and she could be so fucking mean. but none of that mattered.

you loved her with the kind of blind devotion that defied reason, and you couldn’t imagine doing anything else. being her wife was your greatest pride, and tending to her was your guiltiest pleasure.

mel couldn’t understand that, and the rift between you grew wider with each passing day. then came the public’s growing animosity toward the medarda family, the rising tensions, and ambessa made one of her absolute decisions. the separation blindsided you. you’d cried so hard you blacked out in the hall, and when you woke, you left without looking back. you thought mel wouldn’t care.

which is why you were shocked when ambessa brought you mel’s request for your perspective.

you turned toward the stove, busying yourself with the rhythm of dinner prep. it was easier to focus on the small, manageable things—chopping vegetables, lighting the flame—than to meet her gaze.

“she doesn’t hate you, [name],” ambessa said suddenly, her voice calm but insistent.

you froze, the knife hovering mid-air before you carefully set it down and turned on the stove.

“you staying for dinner?” you asked carefully.

you heard her shift behind you, felt the warmth of her body as she closed the space between you. her arms circled your waist, firm but gentle, and you shivered, instinctively leaning into her. god knows you were never the strongest soldier. she pressed a kiss to your temple, her lips lingering just long enough to make you melt.

“i admit,” she murmured, her voice low and quiet, “i had other motives for coming here.”

“bessa,” you began.

ambessa held you tighter, her lips brushing against your temple, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. her silence stretched just long enough for you to grow uneasy, but then she spoke, her voice low and thick with emotion.

“they’ve been asking for you,” she said, her hands smoothing over your waist.

you stiffened slightly, unsure if you’d heard her correctly.

“who?”

“mel. kino.” she pressed another kiss to your temple, then let her forehead rest against the side of your head. “they’ve been pleading with me to bring you back. they won’t admit it outright—god forbid they ever say they were wrong—”

you shot her a look.

“—but they’ve missed you. and they hate the way i’ve been without you. they say i’m different when you’re there.”

your breath hitched, your chest tightening with a mix of disbelief and something dangerously close to hope.

“they don’t even like me,” you murmured, your voice cracking.

“that’s not true.” ambessa’s tone softened, her grip on you tightening like she was afraid you might slip away. “they’re too proud to say it, but they’ve developed a soft spot for you despite everything. they miss you as much as i do.”

you turned your head slightly, just enough to catch the edge of her expression—open, raw, and devastatingly honest. by instinct, you lifted a hand and cradled her face. you hated it when she was sad.

“oh, bessa.”

“i’ve realized,” she continued, her voice dropping to a near whisper, “that i am nothing without you. i thought i was protecting you by letting you go, but i was wrong. i’m tired, my love. tired of waking up alone. tired of pretending i don’t need you. i do. god, i do.”

you felt a weight lift from the depths of your body. you’d waited so long to hear this—to feel wanted, needed, like you weren’t just a fleeting chapter in her life. tears welled up, and before you could stop them, they spilled over, hot and fat.

ambessa turned you in her arms, her hands coming up to cup your face as you began to cry in earnest.

“oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, her thumbs brushing away your tears. “don’t cry. please don’t cry.”

“i don’t want to do this anymore,” you choked out between sobs, clutching at her arms like she was the only thing keeping you upright. you pressed down on the thick cords of muscle, pleading with the strength of your grip. “i don’t want the house or any of this shit. i’m so tired of taking care of myself, ambessa. i just want to come home.”

her expression crumpled, and for a moment, you saw a vulnerability in her that she rarely let show.

“i’m sorry,” she said, her voice tight. “i’m so sorry, my love. i never should have let you go. i’ll make it right—i swear to you. i’ll spoil you, take care of you, and keep you forever. you’re mine, [name], and i’ll never let you forget it again.”

you sobbed harder, your face burying into her chest as her arms enveloped you completely.

“i know, baby. you did so well. i’m so proud of you,” she murmured.

she continued to whisper soft reassurances, mantras of “sweetheart,” “my sweet girl,” and “my sweet baby,” until the tears slowed and your breathing evened out. you shuddered against her, refusing to remove yourself from where you were pressed tightly against her chest. she shifted, and you jolted—fingers splaying desperately across her body.

“shh. i’m just making us more comfortable,” she told you.

the two of you moved, a single weeping entity across the floor of the kitchen into the living room. ambessa settled you on the couch, continuing to trace a hand across the landscape of your back.

“come back with me,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your hair. “let me take care of you. let me love you the way you deserve, hmm?”

you nodded against her, your hands clutching at the fabric of her shirt like a lifeline.

“that's all i want. i never stopped loving you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“i know,” she said, tilting your face up to hers.

the kiss she gave you was desperate and all-consuming, a culmination of every time you had woken and found yourself alone. her hands roamed over your hips and your waist, pulling you closer as if the space between you was unbearable. you gasped into her mouth, and she deepened the kiss.

“i’ve missed you,” she murmured against your lips, her voice low, rough with hunger. “did you miss me?”

you shivered, your body instinctively pressing into hers.

“yes. yes, i did. i swear, bessa,” you insisted, your voice trembling.

“shh, my love,” she said, her lips trailing down your jaw to your neck to soothe you. “i believe you. a sweet girl like you wouldn’t lie to me.”

with a groan, she lifted you, guiding you toward the bedroom, her hands never straying from your body, her kisses growing more frantic. when your back hit the bed, she hovered over you, her gaze dark, possessive. a hand came down to cup your cunt, firm and promising.

“yes or no?” she asked.

she only asked out of respect. ambessa had long ago perfected the art of taking what she wanted. you found you didn’t mind. it was easier this way, surrendering to her because she knew your body—your needs—better than you ever could. in her hands, the pressure of choice vanished. you trusted her to always know what was best.

suddenly, you were reminded of when she proposed. you felt the same now as you had then—wide-eyed, carnivorous. gently, you pulled her closer, brushing your lips against hers. the room smelled of apple blossoms and her intoxicating scent.

“yes,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

satisfied, she lowered her mouth back to your neck. at that moment, you could have mistaken her for a vampire—hunting for your pulse, for that line of forever-promised blood.

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“ambessa.”

“hmm?” she answered, her hand tightening where it reigned on the nape of your neck.

she had you face down with your ass up, her other hand holding you at the small of your back as she thrust into you. you let out a high moan as she began to move faster, her cock moving deeper as you bore down on her.

“you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. so tight and sweet for me. it’s almost as if you haven’t been touched in a long while.”

“bessa—” you choked out, and she let out a laugh.

“oh, baby. i know that’s not true.” bending forward to brace herself on the bed, she began to pump into you. “you were always so hungry for it, so eager. i know you’ve probably stuffed yourself every single night since i’ve been gone.”

you whimpered, drool beginning to spill from your lips.

“but it didn’t feel like this, did it?”

“no,” you answered, squealing as ambessa brought a hand down on your ass. “no, baby. i can’t take care of myself like you do.”

“no,” she agreed. “you can’t. you just get so stupid when you’re fucked. you have no chance of doing this alone. not well, at least.”

“bessa, please,” you mewled.

with a bored sigh, she tightened her grip around your band of hair and yanked your head back, pounding into you with predatorial precision. you moaned as she began to focus on your g-spot, pulling your head back roughly to further increase her control.

“shit, bessa. fuuuuuck.”

“yeah?”

all thoughts were being fucked out of your head. you managed to get a hand on your clit, rubbing furiously to add stimulation.

“uh, uh, uh. oh, fuck. holy shit. ambessa, fuck. please, baby. please don’t stop.”

for a moment, she paused, and you remembered how cruel she could be. tenderly, she turned you over on your back and slid back in, placing your hands on the back of your thighs so that you were holding yourself open. with a grunt, she sunk deep until her hips were once again clapping against your ass.

a strong hand came down, fingers hooking into your mouth and tugging till she could see your teeth. you felt like an animal.

“stop fucking talking,” she told you, and you nodded, spit slicking all over your mouth and her fingers. “good girl.”

the praise settled on you, and you moaned weakly. her next thrust hit you like a line of coke. she was pressing into you, working for something. you weren’t sure what, but you could feel the way she was aiming to break you in.

“come on,” she murmured, retracting her fingers to grope roughly at your tits. “say it.”

your brow furrowed, and she came to a slow, gradual stop. sliding out, ambessa crawled onto the bed and placed a hand on your chest. you watched her, eyes large and glittering with tears. her breasts hung heavy over you, ripe and full with age. you wanted to suck and bite her nipples till she was shaking on the bridge of your nose, pussy-deep into your throat.

carefully, she slipped the holster from her hips and removed the girthy dildo from where it sat, slick with your heat and arousal.

“maybe this will jog your memory,” she said, and you didn’t have a moment to think before her cock was in your mouth.

you choked loudly, but she paid you no mind. with a few circular motions of her wrist, she made you deepthroat every inch, her eyes darkening as you audibly gagged and sucked on it. you ran your tongue over the artificial veins, getting it as wet as possible.

you were tasting yourself, strawberry sweet with a hint of bitterness and slight musk. you could feel your cunt pulsing, fluttering as ambessa’s eyes grew darker. she prohibited you from letting your legs down, and your thighs were burning, sweat garnishing your skin with a light sheen.

you felt so exposed, so debased like this: holding yourself wide and open while gagging like a well-trained whore on the toy.

“remember now?” she asked, and you breathed hard through your nose.

you were trying, bless you, to remember, and she dropped a kiss on your cunt for the effort.

“look at this pussy, sweetheart. fuck, baby.” ambessa lifted from where she’d been dragging her free hand through your folds. her fingers were soaked. “you’re rinsing me.”

something about her tone jogged your memory, and suddenly, you knew what she wanted to hear. in your excitement, you whined, and she met your gaze. she considered you and then removed her cock from your mouth.

“mommy,” you breathed, and she smiled, her face warm and rivaling the sun.

“that’s it,” she said, pride drenching the words. “good job, sweet girl. you deserve a reward.”

you beamed and wiggled your pussy in silent demand. ambessa laughed at your eagerness, bending to kiss you. her lips trailed lower till she was mouthing over the sopping mound of your count. around and around, her tongue wet, her teeth softly grazing your clit. you snapped upward, letting go of your legs and clutching at her braids instead.

“goddamnit, ambessa! fuck!”

she continued to eat you out, shaking her head and sucking loudly. still, she found time to pinch the inside of your thigh in reprimand.

“that’s not my name, sweet girl. i won’t tell you again.”

“fuck. fuck, i’m sorry. i’m sorry, mommy. just—please.” your voice cleaved in the middle. “please, i need to cum. i want to cum so bad for you, mommy. let me. please just let me—”

with a wet pop, ambessa broke away from your swollen pussy and looked at you. you breathed heavily, eyes caught on the way she gazed at you from between your legs.

“nothing is stopping you, my love. do what pleases you.”

she lowered down again and spat right into your cunt. you let your head fall back.

“i told you,” she said. “i plan to spoil you. this will only be your first.”

and with that, she suctioned her mouth around your rosy pussy and sucked, pointing her tongue and slipping inside of you. you came with a high wail, legs clamping around her head as you bowed over her. you felt light-headed, slit open, and destroyed.

and true to her nature, ambessa never stopped.

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dollveis · 2 months ago

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇 !

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀you've got a fetish for my love

❝ ELLIE WILLIAMS ❞⠀ ✿ you always push ellie away because you're sure you couldn't work together, but maybe you can under the bed sheets. 3.3k words.

pairing. jackson!ellie x fem!reader content warning! mention of consuming alcohol, smut, vague plot tbh, the smut it's actually pretty light and there's more tension and making out than anything, a bit of fluff and maybe angst if you squint, kind of a enemies to lovers but they're not completely enemies (just don't get along), open ending, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), top!ellie, bottom! reader, there's not really a dom/sub dynamic here.

☆ this is the first thing i've wrote in like a year and a half so bear with me please, this also has been sitting in my drafts for two years already and i finished it just now. i hope this isn't that bad! if there's any grammatical mistakes please let me know, english is not my first language, enjoy ♡

The party was obviously Dina's idea. She'd been going on about it for weeks now, how the younger crowd of Jackson needed a break, no one had barely time to just be and exist with all the patrolling, hunting and just surviving in general.

The party is already in full swing when you finally arrive, half the town's twenty-somethings crowding Dina's place. The warmth it's the first thing that hits you, the house is candlelit, the soft cracking of the fireplace and the strong scent of whiskey and woodsmoke fill your nostrils. The sound of laughter echoes from the living room, someone's half-drunk attempt at playing the guitar makes everyone laugh, you hear Dina's voice rising above it all, welcoming everyone, teasing people, just keeping the energy high. She really outdid herself, the whole place is alive in a way that Jackson rarely is.

And you hate it.

“Loosen up, drink a little, talk to someone who isn't your damn horse!” she said when she greeted you and saw that expression in your face, like if you were about to run back to your house.

You immediately thought you shouldn't have come. The party is loud, too loud. It's not that you don't like the people here, you do, for most part, but crowds make you restless and you've spent the whole day convincing yourself that this? this isn't what you need, you should've stayed home but Dina insisted, said you were wound up too tight.

Then your eyes land on her.

So now you were stuck there, standing stiff against a wall, drink in hand and watching the room from a distance like it might swallow you whole.

She's sitting in the corner, half sprawled on the couch, beer dangling from her slender fingers and her other arm resting lazily over the back of the couch, boots kicked up on the edge of a coffee table just if like she owns the fucking place. She's laughing at something Jesse just said, her head tilting back slightly, exposing the column of her throat. It's a rare sight— her guard down, her expression relaxed, warmth slipping through the usual sharp edges.

Ellie.

For a second you let yourself look, your gaze fixated on her. The way her shirt clings to her frame, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her tattoo catching the dim light of the place. The way her fingers absently trace the label on her beer bottle. The way her green eyes flick across the room, scanning, searching, until they land on you.

An hour passes, maybe more, two? you spend most of it trying to avoid her, talking to Dina, Jesse, anyone else but you feel her presence like a weight. Every time you glance her way, she's already looking, every time you move, she's just there and it's pissing you off.

There's a pause, a beat where neither of you look away. Then she smirks. Fucking smirks. She lifts her beer slightly, a silent acknowledgement of your presence, before taking a slow sip. She knows exactly what she's doing, she enjoys watching you bristle. You scoff and turn away, pulse kicking up in annoyance. You and Ellie don't get along, y'all never have, she's stubborn, reckless, too sure of herself in a way that grates on your nerves. Every patrol together turns into a heated argument, every introduction a silent battle. It's not like she's mean, if anything, it'd be easier if she was, but she's just Ellie, all sharp words and cocky grins, pressing your buttons like it's a game. And she's determined to win it. For some reason she never lets up, not with you.

Maybe it's a game of push and pull and you always push first.

You down the rest of your drink and push through the crowd, slipping down the back hallway, you don't run but you walk fast enough that it feels like it, you dodge Jesse's half-hearted attempt to pull you into some drinking game. You just need air, space—distance.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter glaring at the ceiling, “do you ever take a hint?”

The first door you find is half open, a guest room, mostly unused since the bed was neatly made. You step inside, inhaling deeply, relishing the silence, then the door shuts behind you, you don't even need to turn around to know who it is.

Ellie just chuckles, the sound low and amused, “Not when it's this much fun, to be honest,” and you don't even need to look around to know she has that stupid smirk plastered on her face.

You spin to face her, your eyes meeting her intense emerald eyes and your arms crossing tight over your chest, “What the hell do you want?”

She leans against the doorframe, her hand holding her chin like she was pretending to think, “dunno. . . maybe i just like seeing you squirm.”

Your jaw clenches and your fists close, “i'm not squirming.”

You hate how easily she gets under your skin, how quickly she turns the air electric. The room feels smaller with her in it, the tension between you palpable. And the worst part? She knows.

You see her smirk grow, a knowing look in her eyes, she looks at you like if she was able to read your thoughts and body language, like if she knew something you don't. She steps closer, “no?”

You can feel the anger growing inside you, “why do you always do this?” you snap.

Through her lips escapes a soft chuckle as her brow raises, “do what?”

“This. You act like— like —” you exhale sharply, trying to put your mind in order and find the right words, “like you're trying to get a rise out of me.”

You breath hitches, for a moment neither of you move, the tension is thick, suffocating, a rope pulled too tight between you, you're both too stubborn, too reckless, you'd burn each other out before you even had the chance to try.

Another step, now you can smell the mix of beer and whiskey on her breath, the faint scent of smoke clinging to her shirt, “what if i am?” she says, her voice now lower, rougher.

But you don't.

Your heart pounds, your skin prickles, and fuck, you should push her away like you always do.

You take a step forward, closing the distance completely. Ellie doesn't flinch, doesn't back down, if anything she leans in, her usual green eyes now dark and heavy lidded, her smirk fading into something different. Something dangerous.

You don't answer, you can't because she's right and you both know it. So when she tilts her head, gaze flicking down to your lips— when she hesitates, waiting for you— you do the stupidest thing imaginable.

“You gonna keep pretending?” she murmurs close to your ear.

You kiss her.

Ellie kisses like she fights, hungry, restless, all consuming. Her hands grip at your waist, pulling you impossibly close, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt like she's trying to stake her claim. The taste of her mouth makes your head spin. You should stop, you really should, you keep repeating that to yourself in your mind but when she presses you harder against the wall, when she nips at your lower lip and swallows the soft, sweet sound it pulls from your throat— you don't. You won't.

The kiss is not soft, not sweet, there's frustration, months of tension unravelling all at once. Ellie makes a sound low in her throat, something between a gasp and a groan, and then she's grabbing you, fingers curling around the back of your neck, pulling you into her, pressing you against the door. The alcohol on her tongue is dizzying, her body solid and warm against yours and fuck, maybe you should stop. Maybe this is a mistake— but when she bites at your bottom lip, hands slipping under your jacket, pulling, teasing, demanding, you know there's no going back.

Your hands move on their own, fisting into the front of her shirt, yanking her closer, until there's barely any space left between the both of you. You feel Ellie exhale sharply against your lips, a quiet, breathy curse before tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Months of pent-up frustration unraveling with every movement. Her hands now drag under your jacket, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, her rough and calloused fingers grazing over your bare skin. The touch sends a shiver through you, your breath hitching as she maps the contours of your waist, ribs, back and dangerously close to your chest.

“Fuck,” Ellie mutters against your mouth, voice husky and almost desperate, “you're—” she cuts herself off, biting at your lip again before pulling back just enough to look at you.

Your chest rises and falls in tandem, lips swallowed and face flushed. And, God, that sight was delightful for her, she could feel herself getting wet just by looking at you, her pupils are blown wide, green eyes dark and unreadable as they flick between your lips and your gaze. She's still gripping at your waist, still pressing you into the door, but there's hesitation now— like she's waiting, like she's asking, like she needs you to make the next move. You exhale, reaching up, letting your fingers tangle in the short hairs at the nape of her neck. She shivers under your touch, just barely, and something about that sends a thrill directly to your core, making you bolder and almost demanding.

Somewhere between kisses and touches she starts backing you up slowly, steady, until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and your stomach tightens.

You tug her back in, Ellie groans softly as your lips crash together again, her hands gripping tighter, wandering and exploring beneath your shirt, sometimes her hands traveling to graze your chest. She moves like she's trying to memorize you, like she's been waiting too long for this moment and doesn't want to waste a second of it.

Ellie pulls away slightly, breath ghosting over your lips, “tell me to stop.”

You obviously don't. Instead, you hook a finger into her belt loop and pull, letting yourself fall back onto the mattress, bringing her down with you. She lets out a breathless chuckle, bracing herself with her hands on either side of your head.

“Yeah?” she murmurs, voice teasing but still rough around the edges, like she's barely holding herself together.

And that's all she needs. She kisses you again, even deeper this time, slower, like she wants to savor it. The weight of her body presses into you, her thigh slotting between yours and pressing it softly against your core, the heat of her touch setting your skin ablaze.

You swallow, breath shaky, “yeah.”

She takes her time now, trailing her lips down your jaw, your neck and collarbone, her hands moving and groping deliberately, teasing your nipples over your shirt. You arch into her touch, finger gripping at her shirt, nails dragging lightly down her back.

Ellie exhales shakily, her lips barely brushing against your skin as she murmurs, “I knew you wanted me.”

And Ellie doesn't hesitate at all now, the second your words leave your mouth, she moves— lips tracing a slow path down your throat, hands now gripping your waist with just enough pressure to keep you grounded. The heat between you is unbearable, every inch of your body hyper aware of her. She really takes her time, dragging her fingers along the hem of your shirt but not directly touching, she's just teasing, testing. Like she's giving you again the chance to change your mind, like she wants you to stop her and you won't.

You laugh, breathless and heady, tilting your head back as she marks your neck with her mouth, “shut up and prove it.”

You tilt your head back, giving her more room to work, breath hitching as her lips graze over your collarbone. Your fingers curl into the fabric of her shirt, tugging her closer, needing more, she grins against your skin, clearly pleased, before shifting her weight just enough to pull your jacket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

The room is quiet except for your breaths and soft moans, the faint crackling of a candle in the dresser, the muffled sound of the party still going outside. It feels like another world, distant, unimportant. Right now it's just you and her.

Ellie leans back to look at you, her green eyes searching your gaze, “you sure?”

And that almost makes you roll your eyes, isn't the whole situation obvious enough?

That's all it takes. She kisses you again, her hands slip under your shirt, fingers warm against your skin as she softly gropes your tits, sending a shiver down your spine. You press into her touch, drinking in every sensation, every little sound she makes as your hands wander, lifting the hem of her shirt, feeling the taut muscle beneath. She groans when you drag your nails down her back and the sound sends a rush of heat directly between your thighs. A slow, aching need building, making your head spin.

You exhale, heart pounding and voice low, “Ellie.”

Clothes come off in slow, teasing increments— shirts and pants slipping, fingers tracing new paths along the bare skin. You shudder at the warmth of her mouth trailing lower and lower, her lips leaving marks you know won't fade by morning. She's restless, enjoying every reaction, every gasp and sharp inhale.

The bed creaks slightly as she shifts, settling between your thighs like earlier, her weight pressing you deeper into the mattress. When her knee makes friction with your wet and aching pussy, you gasp, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her back down to you, lips meeting in a heated, breathless rhythm. She moves like she wants to take her time, like she's been waiting for this moment as long as you have but neither of you have the patience for that.

Just heat. Just the press of her body against yours, just the slow, aching rhythm her tongue sets, the way she whispers your name like it's the only thing she knows. Just her.

When she finally, finally, presses closer, when her wet mouth meets your core through your panties, when her fingers tighten against your hip,it's nothing like fighting. There's no sharpness, no stubborn push-and-pull, there's no battle to win.

She pulled away her mouth for a moment, enjoying the sight of soaking wet panties, your own fluids mixed with her saliva. With her free hand she began to rub up and down your slit, the thin fabric of your underwear making the friction even more delicious.

The way she was edging is making you crazy, she finally decide to move the fabric aside, she iz quick to attach her warm mouth directly to your, already, sensitive clit as her two of her fingers make their way to the entrance of your needy hole. A gasp escapes your lips when you feel her calloused fingers teasing it at the same time she sucks and licks your clit. The humid sounds of her mouth making your arousal grow even more and she knows.

She finally stops teasing your entrance and she slips one finger inside you, slick dripping down to her wrist. She was quick to find your spongy spot and she presses exactly where you need and while a soft moans leaves your lips, she inserts another finger, feeling how your walls clench against her digits.

Her lips let your clit go for a moment, she speaks in a lustful, almost velvety, tone, “i prefer when you're like this and not fighting me back,” and you can't even fight or bite back, you just whimper in response and she grins before going back to work.

The feeling of her fingers pressing your g-spot as her lips latching onto your bud quickly turns to be too much, you don't even know where to grip, you feel like you need something to keep you grounded, your whines and whimpers music to her ears.

She leans in, pressing her forehead to yours, breaths mingling, eyes half-lidded as she watches you, “you're so fucking stubborn,” she murmurs, her voice rough and teasing.

And you don't know how much time passes but the room is warm, your breath stutters as Ellie moves against you, her fingers shifting slightly inside you, every touch, every word, sending a wave of arousal. She's steady, controlled, like she's savoring every second, like she's engraving this moment in her memory. You, on the other hand? You're unravelling, your hands grip at her naked back, your fingers pressing at her warm skin, desperate to keep her close, to pull her even closer. She responds with a quiet, breathy chuckle, but there's roughness to it, a slight tremor beneath her confidence that tells you she's just as lost in this as you are.

Ellie hums in agreement against your pulse, her grip tightening at your waist before she started to move again inside you, it was slow and measured but intentional, the way her fingers curl inside you pulls an embarrassing sound from you, but she swallows it with her mouth, kissing you deep, hungry. She doesn't let up, doesn't rush, just takes her time learning you, every sound, every shiver, every spot that makes your breath hitch. It's infuriating and intoxicating all at once, the way she knows exactly what she's doing.

You let out a shaky laugh, tilting your head back as her lips find your throat, “look who's talking.”

And when she finally pushes you past that point, when you can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything but feel her, when you're about to hit ecstasy— she murmurs your name against your skin, like it's a confession, like she's giving you something she hasn't given to anyone else. When the tension finally shatters, your fingers curl against her back, scratching her, pulling her down into you as everything blurs, melts, breaks. She helps you to ride your orgasm, cooing you with sweet words and praises even if everything you can say it's just “hah-ahh” and moan.

The aftershocks leave you both breathless, tangled in each other, skin sticky with heat and effort. Neither of you move for a long moment, just lying there, letting the world settle back into place around you. Ellie shifts first, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder before resting her head against your chest. Her fingers trace lazy forms over your side, absentminded.

You exhale, your body still trembling slightly, you lift a shaky hand to run through her hair, pushing damp strands from her forehead. Silence lingers between you, but it's not uncomfortable. It's new, uncertain, but not something you want to pull away from just yet.

The auburn haired girl lets out a slow breath, pressing a kiss to your marked collarbone before murmuring, “still think we don't work?”

You huff a quiet laugh, shifting beneath her, “i still think you talk too much.”

Your stomach tightens at that, at the way she asks like she already knows the answer, like she's bracing herself. You hesitate, your fingers playing with her hair.

She grins, biting lightly at your shoulder in retaliation before settling back down, “yeah, sure,” a pause. Then quieter, more serious, “you're not gonna run, are you?”

You don't know what this is, what it means, if it even means anything at all. Maybe you'll still fight on patrol, still push each other's buttons, still refuse to admit how deep this thing between you two really runs.

But right now, here, in the quiet warmth of this bed? You don't want to leave.

“No…” you finally murmur, feeling the way her body relaxes against yours at the answer, “not tonight.”

And for now, that's enough.

Ellie hums, pressing one last kiss to your skin before sighing, “good.”

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sexilene · 8 months ago

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thinking so so many thoughts!!! I love this so much!! I need to know how and what went down when jj showed reader how to touch herself!! I feel like she’s very innocent and jj of course is a dirty boy!

OMG yessss! boynextdoor!jj x girlnextdoor!reader thought ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (ignore the spelling mistakes sorry lol!!)

your next-door neighbor, the sweet golden retriever of a boy was an absolute chaos demon, and always horny…of course you knew this… but you were surprised when jj had promised not to try anything funny until you were ready, and you two weren’t even official yet!! but of course, you two would do the safe, usual, kissing while grinding and such- but there got to a point where the second he climbs through your window you just want to jump on him and have him help you with the ache between your legs!!

you were thinking about it all day, from the moment you woke up…to now where jj is sitting on the carpet on the floor next to you, “helping” you color a barbie coloring book all messily. you finally smacked your glossy lips together and turned to tell him about what you would like to do…

“jaaaayjay?”

“what’s up babycakes,” jj responds, not looking up from the page he was currently coloring in,

“i have a secret to tell you- and you have to promise not to laugh at me!” your words cause his eyebrows to shoot up, curiosity spiking. he looked up from the coloring book and nodded his head, “hit me.”

“sometimes, when i think of you…i think thoughts…” you speak slowly, dragging out the words, trying to find a way to say it without it sounding too dirty!

“what kinda thoughts?” jj tilts his head, a small smirk growing on his lips and he thinks he knows where this is going….

“like thoughts that make my…you know what get all fluttery and sticky…” jj thinks it's cute how shy you get when it comes to doing stuff like this with him, and he’s more than happy to help you out.

“s’that so? y’know i’m pretty skilled in helping relive that feeling,”

“you are?”

“ohhh yeah, can help you out if you want…no pressure of course but uh- i’ll be here coachin’ you every step of the way.” he stands up and offers you a hand to get you up off the floor as well.

“yes please, not full on sex though right?” your smile also starts to appear, heart beating fast at the thought of doing something so naughty with the boy you have the biggest crush on!

“nah s’perfectly safe, alright you have to take your shorts off for this baby-” jj begins to slide down your pink polka dot cotton sleep shorts and guides you over to your bed. jj takes a seat back against your pillows, he pants the spot between his legs gesturing for you to sit in front of him, back against his chest. “c’mere sit, m’gonna be gentle i promise,”

you sit where he’s telling you- but before you make yourself really comfortable you pick up one of your stuffed animals and whine “wait, don’t want them to look!” jj then licks his teeth before picking up all your little stuffies and practically throwing them under the bed.

“careful please!” you chide- pouting slightly,

“m’just putting these guys under the bed for now, little vacation time for em’ right?” he smiles innocently.

“ohh-ho soaked through your panties honeybunny!” jj laughs- but not in mockery- in complete awe of how bad you soaked through the cotton of your pretty panties, he smooths over the patch of wetness with the pads of his two rough fingers, making you whine and squirm in his hold. “jaaay, please!”

“im getting there hold your horses…” he tuts, you can feel his head shake in faux disapproval from behind you before he begins to slowly press down on your clothed clit and rub. “alright, watch what i’m doing- see just where you feel sensitive, ruuuub it nice n’ slow.”

“mmmphm!” you unintentionally lift your hips so towards his fingers to somehow try and get more friction, more pressure to- “yuuup, now you try.” jj interrupts your hazy thoughts, grabbing your wrist to lead you in rubbing your clit.

and once you begin, under his instruction, you bite your lower lip and apply bits of pressure while you touch yourself. “feels really nice!…”

“want me to keep going?” he whispers,

“yes please!” ”okay now watch angel, move those cute panties to the side n’ then- i’m just gonna use one finger.” jj carefully and ever so gently moves your panties to the side to get access to your dripping hole. then when finally starts to dip his finger in to start, you feel the stretch- slight but still present. “ohmygod!” you gasp, his finger curling up to find your g-spot, you quickly cover your mouth with your hand to keep you from yelling out again.

“s’just one! then move it iiiiin and ouuut-” he reassures you, “feelin’ okay?” and all you can do is nod, hand still covering your mouth. your little noises bouncing off the walls of your bedroom, his whispered praises, the ‘shlick-shlick’ sound your pussy makes with each in-and-out motion of his fingers….“hear that? little pussy makin’ sounds cause she’s all wet-” jj coos, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“can you do another finger pretty please jay?”

“sure can…moving in and out easy breezy baby- and then see with your other hand you keep rubbing on your clit.” he nods his head in approval though he knows you can’t see him, trying to get you closer to your first orgasm.

“i feel like im going on a rollercoaster!” you squeal, your two little fingers focused on rubbing your clit as he showed you while he curls up two of his thick fingers into your warm heat- over and over. “yeah? shit your cummin’ already…squeezing my fingers so tight,” he smiles upon hearing your little moans and feeling how tight your pussy is clamping down on his digits.

“jay!! mphph!” you scream out, his free hand coming up quickly to cover your mouth and muffle your moans as you cum down hard on his fingers. “shhhh sh sh, came down real haaard chickie, atta girl.” he licks his lip and continues to slowly thrust his fingers in and out before he slowly slips his fingers out of your cunt.

“feel like my pussy has a heartbeat…” you breathe out, trying to turn your head to look up at him, trying to re-ground yourself.

“she’s all sensitive-” he smiles down at you, re-adjusting your panties as they were. and all you do is look at him in admiration, feeling so lucky to have him here with you and what kind of a friend would you be if you didn’t help him feel as good too? a small slime graces your face when you get up to crawl away from him and turn to face him.

“thank you for helping me jj, you're always so nice and gentle- i wish there was something i could do to help you…”

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kunasthiast · 25 days ago

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dire consequences

You stared blankly on your laptop screen, open to a half-written presentation on ethics – it was 2AM on a Saturday night (well, techinically Sunday morning), and you were supposed to finish it yesterday.

Your fourth cup of coffee sat cold beside your laptop and your sanity? It’s somewhere between your paper and the Netflix tab you were this close to clicking.

The only thing keeping you from full academic surrender? Your ever-present, ever-annoying boyfriend, Sukuna. Shirtless. On your bed. Sprawled out like a Renaissance painting no one asked for but somehow couldn’t look away from.

Sukuna, to put it simply, had zero interest in anything that didn’t involve him or you. So, why should he care about your ethics presentation when he was busy doomscrolling on his phone, and a glass of wine casually perched on your nightstand like it belonged there?

The cursor blinked in judgment. So did your annoyingly smug (but hot) boyfriend from across the room.

“Well?” Sukuna finally said, still cocooned in your duvet like he owned the damn thing (and honestly, considering how often he stayed over, he might as well). His phone stayed glued to his hand as he scrolled, entirely unaffected by the stress radiating off you.

“Have you decided to betray your moral compass yet and write that stupid ethics paper?” He added, voice coated in lazy amusement.

You sighed dramatically, tossing your pen aside.

“Ugh, nope. But I’m also not writing another ‘capitalism bad’ essay unless you help me.”

He didn’t even look up. Just kept scrolling and yawned. Yawned. “Boring. Can’t you write about something fun, like stealing organs for love or something?” He raised an eyebrow lazily, like he didn’t just say something totally unhinged.

You turned slowly. “I… what?”

He met your eyes, smirking the devil that he is. “C’mon babe. Picture it. Some morally gray hottie falls for a girl, needs to save her, steals a kidney from a corrupt CEO – see? Ethics paper. Sexy and topical.”

“That’s not ethics. That’s your Wattpad villain arc” you said, moving to sit beside him on the bed.

“Details,” he said with a wink.

You nudged his shoulder, “Seriously, ‘Kuna. Help. Gimme something good or I’m quoting Kant and crying about moral duty again.”

He stretched, clearly enjoying your suffering. “Kant, huh? Big fan of rules. You sure he didn’t ghost you or something?”

You deadpanned. “If he did, I’d haunt you just to get closure.”

“You already haunt me, baby. Rent-free. Right here.” He tapped his temple with mock seriousness.

You snorted, smacking him lightly with a pillow. “Okay, philosophy daddy, what would you write about?”

Sukuna looked at you, smug as ever. “Well I dunno, princess, you’ve been on your high horse so much lately, maybe I’ll write about that. Ethics and all. You’re basically the poster child for moral superiority.”

You shoved him, groaning. “Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”

He didn’t even flinch, just grinned wider. “Mm. I know you love me, baby.”

“I know, I know. But for real,” you said, reaching out to poke his cheek. “Can you at least use that oversized, ancient brain of yours and tell me what would you write about?”

That got his attention. He lowered his phone and gave you a slow once-over. “Ancient, huh? I’m not even that old.”

You rolled your eyes, “You talk like you watched Rome burn.”

He propped himself up on his elbows, voice dropping an octave, amused, a little flirty, “And you, babe, would’ve looked really good in a toga. Just sayin’.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re totally in love with me.”

You smacked him with a pillow. He caught it mid-air, completely unfazed, and leaned back into your side with a lazy grin.

“Seriously though,” he said, eyes glinting with amusement, “I’d write Jurassic Park.”

You blinked, clearly not expecting that. “You’re joking.”

“Absolutely not. It’s got everything: cloning, capitalism, science going too far. It’s basically the holy grail of ethical dilemmas, sweetheart.”

You gave him a look. “That’s out comfort movie. I don’t wanna dissect it for school.”

He raised an eyebrow, too pleased with himself. “But it’s perfect. Chaos theory. Life finds a way. What more do you need?”

“Ugh, I can’t believe you. I’m not quoting Jeff Goldblum,” you said flatly, crossing your arms. “I will not lower myself to that level.”

“You want to quote him, brat.” He said smugly. “That man is a walking ethical dilemma. I’d tattoo ‘life finds a way’ on my ass.”

“Oh my god, please don’t. My professor doesn’t need to mentally see your butt during my presentation.”

“Correction: everyone benefits from seeing my ass. Including academia.”

You hurled another pillow. He dodged.

But… you had to admit it. Jurassic Park really did tick all the boxes. Cloning? Check. Genetic engineering? Check. Corporate irresponsibility? Check. Hell, you could probably write a thesis on it.

Sukuna, of course, wasn’t done. He grinned, smug as ever, clearly savoring the moment, and resumed doomscrolling.

“Suit yourself, brat. You’re missing out. I’d kill to see you drop some chaotic Goldblum wisdom in front of your professor. And I know you love it.”

“I don’t,” you groaned, picking at your nails to avoid the inevitable. “I do not love Jeff Goldblum's chaos theory.”

And just as you were about to dive back into your misery of actually attempting to brainstorm, it happened.

Sukuna suddenly gasped – loudly. Dramatically. Like he’d just seen something tragic or a traumatic spoiler.

“HOLY FUCK, babe! This is it!”

You jumped, “What?! What now? Is this another one of Reddit rabbit holes?!”

Sukuna sat up, eyes sparkling with mischief, “Winter is coming.”

You blinked, processing the sudden shift in the conversation. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He shoved his phone in your face, “LOOK, baby. They brought back dire wolves. Real ones.”

“Huh?”

“De-extinction!” he said, eyes wide with excitement, “They’re using ancient DNA. Real Ice Age shit. Game of Thrones, but science-y crap shit.”

You stared at him. Then the article. Then back at him.

“This is either revolutionary or literally Jurassic Park 2.0.”

“Exactly,” he nodded, looking way too pleased with himself. “It’s happening in real life. Ethics paper and nerdy hot boyfriend material? You’re welcome.”

Your blinked, still processing. “This is... that’s insane! Where’d you find this article?”

“Reddit,” he replied, so serious it almost made you laugh. “And it’s real as my huge cock, baby.”

You groaned. “Oh my god. Stop.”

“This is science, baby. The future’s coming, and it’s bringing dire wolves with it.”

You stared at him, blinking, before letting out a laugh. “You’re such a nerd.”

“And you love me.”

You ignored him, eyes scanning the article now. “Wait, this could actually work. The ethics of de-extinction. Playing god, animal rights, ecological balance…”

He leaned in, smirking, voice low and smug. “Told ya. I’m full of good ideas and bad intentions.”

You raised a brow. “You’re also full of bullshit.”

“Hot, charming bullshit.”

You sighed, flopping dramatically onto the bed, pillow over your face. “But, if this is so real… it’s so… what’s the word? Ridiculous. Unethical. Insane.”

He raised a brow. “You say insane. I say bold. Imagine it, a species that’s been extinct for 10,000 years, running free again. Moral questions, consequences, potential for mischief –”

He practically purred the last word, his cocky smile creeping into his voice.

You peeked out from under the pillow, scowling, “You seriously think that’s okay? Just bringing back an extinct species like it’s no big deal?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “Humans have always played god. It’s kinda our thing.”

You narrowed your eyes. “But who gets to decide that? What if it screws up the environment? We don’t know how they’ll interact with modern ecosystems.”

He raised a finger, like he was making a grand philosophical point. “Exactly. That’s the debate. We don’t know. That uncertainty? That’s what makes it ethics gold. Do we follow nature’s rules... or rewrite them?”

You let out a long breath.

“You’re the worst. You’re literally the devil’s advocate.”

“Well, someone has to be,” he said, winking at you. “And you love it.”

You groaned. “You’re lucky you're hot.”

He kissed your forehead, obnoxiously proud. “And you're lucky I’m brilliant.”

“Debatable,” you mumbled, walking back to your desk and opening your laptop.

“I heard that,” he called, already back in your bed fort of pillows and stolen blankets.

“And I still expect a ‘thank you’ in the acknowledgments.”

“Only if I win a Nobel Prize for not killing you first.”

“Hot.”

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a/n: i'm finally back, gosh, my thesis is holding me back from writing sukuna fics again – and the time i was back, the dire wolves de-extinction articles are the first to welcome me haskdfdjafaud

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cutielando · 1 year ago

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love in a bakery | mick schumacher

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synopsis: in which Mick falls in love with a baker

pairing: mick schumacher x baker!reader

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John Hancock x gn!Reader

Description: While high on Hancock's couch, you get ready to tell him you're leaving Goodneighbor tomorrow. Trouble is, the thought of kissing him just keeps distracting you.

Tags: First kiss, getting together, Hancock is a simp. Reader could be viewed as SoSu or not. No pronouns used for reader, no use off y/n

Warnings: Recreational drug use (jet), smoking, canon typical swearing.

Cross posted on my ao3!

You were leaving Goodneighbor tomorrow. Sitting idle made you antsy, and it had already been several days since the urge to wander had struck. You'd only stuck around because... well.

"You want another hit?" Hancock asked from the other end of the couch, head lolling on the back of it, dark eyes turned to yours, canister of jet held out to you.

After a long moment of consideration, your jet-addled brain working overtime to comprehend, you shook your head mutely. Hancock shrugged his shoulder and stuck the canister into his mouth.

"Fhoot-eulf," He said incomprehensibly around the spout, then pressed down on the mechanism. His whole body sagged further into the couch, somehow managing to look even calmer than he had after the last three hits of Jet. Even if ghouls really did have higher chem resistance than lowly humans like yourself, you were sure Hancock topped them all. You'd had one Jet to his four, and he'd also spent the morning working his way through a Brandy bottle, which you'd always found made your heavy-limbed high feel a little more like paralysis than a comforting buzz.

Probably a good ten seconds after Hancock had spoken, you let out a muffled, "hmm?", cheek smushed into the couch so you could keep staring at him.

Those black eyes, momentarily distracted by the Jet in his hands, turned to find yours again, crinkled at the corners. His smile, ever charming, lingered on the verge of turning mean. He did like to tease you about being a lightweight.

Instead, he leant to the edge of the couch and hooked you by your socked feet, tugging them into his lap, dragging you a few inches closer to him.

"Nothing, sweetheart."

He patted one of your knees placatingly, the way one pet a startled a horse. Or (you thought, a few painfully slow seconds later), that was to say, the way one used to pet a startled horse. Seeing as they were extinct now, or possibly mutated into something hideously unrecognizable.

Hancock's hand, warm on your knee, disappeared after a minute. Or after a few seconds, seeing as trying to keep a grasp on time on Jet was a losing game. He dug into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Ever generous, he offered you one. You nodded, but could seem to make your hand rise up to take it from him.

He grinned, placing it between his lips. You wanted to disagree with this, but your vocal chords didn't want to respond either, and no words were coming to mind anyway. Sober, you would realize these were the classic signs of the Jet comedown, that momentary disconnect between body and mind, which unnerved you enough to take a few days off before finally succumbing to Hancock's next offer.

High, though, you were left to watch as Hancock raised the lighter to the cigarette, lighting it with a deep inhale, before plucking it from his mouth and passing it over. He blew the smoke teasingly into your face, laughing when you scrunched your nose in distaste.

"All the drugs a person could need. A warm bed, semi-clean streets." He said, a new cigarette between his teeth, "Honestly, I don't know why outsiders are always badmouthing Goodneighbor. Best fucking place in the Commonwealth."

Slowly, like an overloaded computer rebooting, your body came back online. You picked the cigarette from your lips, flicked ash from the end of it, ignored the thought of how it had been in his mouth before yours.

"You might be a bit biased, Hancock."

He laughed back at you, gravelly, that mix of ghoul and smoker and just pure... him.

He had been dropping these comments increasingly over the last few days, probably picking up at your unease. It was probably why he had suggested the two of you stay up in his office getting high for the night instead of going down to the Third Rail. Crowds made you antsy, the heat from bodies and the din of echoing small talk reminding you all the more of the open, fresh air you were missing.

Hancock was clever, he knew what was coming even without you spelling it out for him. Over the months since you'd discovered Goodneighbor, you'd been crashing in the Statehouse whenever you found your way to this area of Boston, preferring it to the stifling atmosphere of Diamond City. (Or so you told yourself, the truth might be you preferred the company).

He also clearly knew some of the affinity you held for him, the way you'd let him charm you into sticking around almost a week after you'd planned to leave.

"Still," He said, "One of the better places to be, hmm? Well, as long as you stay on the Mayor's good side." He winked at you.

Yet, he was too proud to come right out and beg for you to stay.

You could always ask him what he wanted. But you worried that his answer might be enough to sway you.

"Oh yeah," You deflected instead, ignoring the spark his wink shot down your spine, ordering your traitorous heart not to beat faster. "Heard the guy's a bit of a dick."

"Oh, he's a lot worse than that," His hand snuck back onto your leg, making a slow path up your calf, "But not to pretty things like you."

It was your turn to laugh, ignoring the heating in your cheeks, ignoring the goosebumps his touch left in it's wake. "John," You said, mock scandalized, "I thought you were an intellectual. Is a pretty face really all it takes?"

He had been slowly easing closer to you, or maybe he had been pulling you closer to him. When he leant over to stub his cigarette, his shoulder brushed yours.

"'M not easy. But I'm smart enough to know that when you find something this pretty in an ugly world, you hold on tight." He'd moved in close, hand reaching your upper thigh. With the other, he plucked the cigarette from your lips, down nearly to the filter, and flicked it to the side, not breaking eye contact. You could feel his breath tickling your nose, smelling like cigarettes and the slightly metallic taste jet left in your mouth. It made you lightheaded, entire mind screaming that he was about to kiss you, finally, after months of flirting and opportunities neither one of you had taken.

Instead, though, he squeezed your thigh and pulled back, eyes trained on you, a curious glint in them, like he was watching your reaction.

For just a moment, like you were a magnet following his pull, you followed after him, hand sliding downwards as if to bring his hand back to where it had been, keep it there, keep him there.

Then, the rational part of your brain, offline since before you'd accepted that hit of Jet, kicked in, screaming at you about everything that could go wrong. Taking this from a friendship to... something more would complicate everything. You didn't have the time or the energy to spend on a relationship, you didn't want to be chained to a settlement. If word got out about your... whatever it would be, you might lose out on deals with some of the seedier members of the community, you might lose trust with others. In other places, a relationship with a Ghoul might even be enough to have you barred from entry.

But, a traitorous voice from the back of your mind whispered, none of those really mattered. The truth of it was, after everything that had happened to you, if you were to let this go any further and something were to happen to him, it would break you.

So, you pulled back, shutting your eyes and taking a steadying breath. Your hand, halfway to grabbing his, stopped and balled into a fist, dropping back to your side.

You wracked your brain for something to say, something joking to diffuse the tension and return things to the way they were.

You heard Hancock shift besides you and allowed yourself a little breath of relief, assuming he'd gotten the hint and backed off, tired of waiting for someone who chickened out at every opportunity.

Instead, though, you were surprised to find his warm hand on your cheek, felt the corner of his hat press softly against your forehead. You opened your eyes, found him looking at you, almost desperate.

"Maybe I'm wrong," he started, voice pitched low and quiet, less sure of himself than you were used to, "In which case you just tell me. But I get the feeling it ain't that. I see the way you looked at me. I know you know how I've been looking at you."

You swallowed, traitorous body responding before your mind can butt in. You nodded, hand coming to grasp onto his bicep, wanting more than anything for him to move closer, to remove the patch of air the two of you were both breathing.

"So tell me," His voice had dropped to a whisper, like he was speaking with a startled animal. "Why won't you kiss me?"

You exhaled, a shaky thing. For some reason your eyes stung, and suddenly you were fighting off the urge to cry. Your grip on Hancock's arm tightened, not wanting him to let go.

Words escaped you, but you worried he'd take your silence the wrong way. You used your free hand to move the front of his hat high enough that it wouldn't poke you and leant your forehead to his. You shut your eyes again, partly to hide the tears that you couldn't seem to stop from forming, partly to embrace the moment better.

Hancock's thumb stroked slowly across your cheekbone. He whispered your name. Worried your voice would break, you nodded against him, eyes still squeezed shut, afraid of moving from this moment, of going forward or pulling back.

Quiet, he said, "Please kiss me."

You dug down, finding the person who sleeps under the open sky of the wasteland, who fights off hordes of ferals, sneaks through Gunner camps, takes on Deathclaws and survives.

You pressed your lips to his.

Warm, softer than you had envisioned, just like the man himself. Hancock's other hand rose to your cheek, so he was cupping your face in his hands, pulling you even closer. You let him take the lead, tilting your head gently, licking against your lips. You opened your lips for him easily, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck, leaving the two of you chest to chest, you halfway in his lap as he licked into your mouth, ravenous as if he had been starving for you.

You never wanted it to end, wanted to spend every moment of the rest of your life pressed to him, feeling his hands on you, his lips on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth.

When the tears slipped out, you almost thought it wouldn't matter, thinking you could keep the kiss going, sure you would survive without breathing, so long as he didn't stop kissing you.

But then a hitching sob rose from your chest and you were pulling away despite yourself, tucking your wet face into the crook of his neck. His hands wrapped around your waist, settling you properly against him.

You swallowed any other rogue sounds, blinked rapidly to try to rid yourself of the tears, trying to pull yourself together so you could face Hancock again. One of his hands was rubbing soothingly along your back, the other having worked it's way up to your hair, gentle fingers smoothing out tangles, rubbing along your scalp.

It took longer than you would have liked to pull yourself together, and a bit longer than that to gather the courage to look at Hancock, sniffling lightly.

His smile was tight, self conscious, as if he genuinely believed you could have been crying because of his kiss.

You didn't even let him get through his dejected, "That bad, huh?" before you were spitting it out, desperate for him to understand that it wasn't his fault, "I'm leaving Goodneighbor tomorrow." You got it out fast, as if it left a bad taste on your tongue.

He blinked, insecurity fading from his expression, replaced by genuine confusion.

You continued, desperate to repair your faux-pas, to make him understand your thought process, why it would lead you to tears; "This just... makes it that much harder to go."

You ran your hand down his chest, anxiously fiddling with the stitching on his lapels, "Hanc- John, please believe me, I've been wanting to do that for fucking ages, I just-"

The gentle press of his lips against yours cut you off, a quick press of heat and then gone again. This time you did chase after him, managing to get in a peck against upturned lips before he was pulling away.

It was your turn to be confused, pulling back to look at his smiling face, wondering if all that drug use had finally fried his brain.

"That's what's got you so worried?" He asked, voice soft.

You blinked at him before giving a small nod, expecting him to tell you to just stay with him, pressure already building behind your eyes as you imagined explaining to him that you just weren't made for sitting idle.

"So, then, when do we leave?"

"We?" You whispered, not trusting your voice.

"If you're alright with delaying the departure a bit, I should probably wait for the ne'er do wells to sleep off the hangover to give a little speech, pretty sure it's bad form for the Mayor to up and vanish. Then again, it's me we're talkin' about, they should know better than to–"

You pressed your lips to his, partly from exhilaration, partly for him to shut up long enough for you to process the information he'd presented you with. You'd never considered asking Hancock to leave his town. In your mind, he was Goodneighbor, the very best of it.

You pull away, running a finger across Hancock's cheek, feeling the muscles jump under you as he gives you a soft smile.

"Are you sure?" You ask.

"Love, I'd like to see anyone try to stop me."

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webslingingslasher · 2 years ago

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how about something where peter and reader are having sex but reader gets a bad calf cramp midway. peter tries to help by massaging the leg but he's just laughing really hard. overall v funny and crack. love your work btw!

w: smutty smutty, a little name calling.

Your arms are glued to Peter’s while he thrusts into you, you grip him tightly trying to keep him close. The sheen that covered his body made him both sticky and sweaty.

“Fuck!”

The back of your head rubs against his pillow, his hands push higher on the backside of your knees, you’re fully spread open and he continues to push further, you’ve never felt him so deep.

“Baby, you’re… fuck,” you can’t even compliment him, you’re a million percent cockdrunk at the moment.

You could kiss your left knee with how high Peter had it pushed up, he grunts at the new angle and thrusts deeper. You shoot out a cry of pleasure, his words come out between clenched teeth.

“So good, you’re doing so good for me.”

You whimper and whine along with his praises, you’re so lost your words tumble out.

“Thank you, thank you, you know me so well.”

Your boyfriend grunts but a smile takes over, he slows down and puts a hand on your cheek. Your mind races but his touch grounds you a little, you push your hips into his, trying to get back the momentum.

“Are you thanking me for fucking you?”

You try to clasp your hands around his neck and he narrowly misses, you roll your hips into his taking control.

“You were being so nice, now you’re being mean.”

A sarcastic pout takes over his face, he pushes his body down, anchoring himself into place with an arm by your head, the other hand takes your leg to push it over his hip. In one fluid motion he thrusts into you hard, you lose your breath and gasp against the pillow.

“This what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck you hard and deep?”

He keeps going, drilling in and out and your mind spins with pleasure.

“C’mon, baby. Said I was being mean, is this better?”

Your fingernails pierce the skin on his shoulders, your boyfriend's aggressive words made you slicker, you can hear the difference in sounds and know he can feel it on his end.

“Like that? You like when I make you needy? Like you’re a dirty slut who-”

A punch to his chest, panicked words usher from your mouth.

“Out! Get out of me!”

He didn’t mean to take it that far, he thought you liked it, it felt like you liked it. Peter paused, his motions stopped but he didn't move.

Your leg had slipped down on his thigh and you were met with a wicked cramp that you needed to step down on to fix it, the pain and pressure was spreading up your thigh, a true life or death moment. You pushed at his chest to get him to move but he was frozen, you let out a yelp and threw his shoulders away the best you could.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

More aggressive than you meant but, fuck, charley horses were the worst cramps imaginable.

Peter finally snaps into motion and pulls out of you quicker than he normally would’ve, you hiss at the feeling but jump from the bed, he watches you with scared eyes. He shouldn’t have said that, called you a dirty slut, he was just talking in the moment.

The second you’re able to stand you deflate with air, the pulling motion eased. You finally had control of your leg back, it was tender as all hell from being locked up but it was your leg again. Picking it up and pressing your weight back down you felt ready enough to finish what’s been started.

You flop back down to the bed and open back up, “ready.”

Peter doesn’t move, you look down at the foot of the bed. His eyes are focused on yours, he looks scared.

“Are you-”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking and it was a just in the moment thing and I didn’t mean it.”

You squint your eyes and look at his face, “what?”

Peter’s arms fly out to cup your face, you have squished cheeks and are forced to look in his eyes as he hovers over you.

“I don’t think you’re a slut. Like, at all.”

You bat his hands away, “I didn’t think you did but, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Well, now he has no idea why you threw him off.

“I thought you didn’t like it.”

You sit up with him, “calling me a slut?”

A nod, you retraced the steps and let out an “ohhh,” then shake your head and smile at your boyfriend.

“I had a cramp! I feel like you know how much I liked you saying that.”

Peter’s hand was thrown over his chest, telling his heart it can stop going so fast.

“I thought you did, but then I thought I went too far, thank god.”

You scoff and tilt your leg open more.

“Not far enough, now give my leg a rub down and fuck me like a dirty slut.”

His fingers dig into the plush of your calf, already tenderizing the area, “yes, ma’am.”

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child0feden · 8 months ago

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LOVE UNDER MOONLIGHT

eagle flies x reader

- nsfw headcanons for eagle flies!

i really need to stop falling in love with extremely small side characters lol, hope you like this anon <3

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reading music recommendations: the deadly nightshade by daniel lanois - oh my lovely by daniel lanois

* 18 + content ahead, please do not read if you are a minor *

- i can definitely see eagle flies being into some hair pulling!

✩ obviously do not pull his hair too hard, just tug it a little as he thrusts into you because he cannot get enough of it…

- it is just that sharp bite of pain immediately followed by the immense pleasure of his cock being gripped so tightly by your warm cunt that really gets him, it always causes him to let out a deep groan right into the crook of your neck as his breath stutters against your skin

✩ he is pretty damn loud in bed, he is always letting out deep groans and moans along with some mumbled words of praise towards you

“ you feel good… so good ” ( he mumbles praise against your skin whilst kissing you most of the time, his breath stuttering and catching in his throat as he speaks )

- eagle flies really loves kissing during sex too! not even always on your mouth, he will place open mouthed kisses just about anywhere on your body that his mouth can reach

✩ usually his deep open mouthed kisses end up being placed on your chest, neck or shoulders! he will press his mouth against your heated skin and moan against it whilst planting the kiss

- when he is about to go down on you, because he loves treating you good and giving you the absolute most pleasure he can, he goes slow down your stomach and places soft kisses trailing down the skin before reaching your underwear, looking up at you and admiring your blushing face when you laugh quietly at how it tickles

✩ he really likes when you stroke his hair as he does this, he loves the feeling of you softly twirling small strands of his hair around your fingers as he kisses his way down towards your cunt

- when he cums, he will pull out! he definitely does want a family with you but just not right now, he has so much to deal with his father, the tribe and not to mention the army…

✩ you usually always know exactly when eagle flies is about to cum because his breath gets so incredibly laboured and he lets out deep hums, his mumbled words of praise become almost unintelligible and his thrusts become sloppier

- eagle flies goes at a slow and deep pace when fucking you, he always takes his time with you in the dance of such intimate passion, making sure he treasures his time with you and shows just how much he really loves you

✩ he really makes love to you, even during times when he is angry and upset at his father! that never causes him to be particularly rough during sex, he just relieves his anger with deeper thrusts and grips your hands tightly in his own, holding them down against the bison fur bed

- eagle flies likes to hold you super close during sex too, like he will always be leaned down so that your chests are pressed right up against each other as he slowly thrusts his cock into you

✩ he just really likes how your slightly sweaty skin feels against his, his hair dropping down and covering the sides of your face and how your body heat is through the roof because of what he is doing to you and the pleasure he is giving you

- he will only pull his body away from you a bit when you are reaching your high because he absolutely loves to watch your face change as it happens

✩ he just thinks you look so incredibly beautiful with your head thrown back and your eyes glazed over with intense pleasure, your mouth dropping open in a final moan of euphoric pleasure as he feels you tighten around him even more

- sometimes, eagle flies likes to take you away from the reservation to have sex!

✩ usually when it is dark and sparkling stars paint the night sky, he will help you up onto the back of his horse before taking you away to a small, hidden and secluded little lake before hitching his horse and stripping off his clothes as you do the same

- you always just clean yourselves in the lake at first, but it does not take more than a minute for eagle flies to gently grab your arm and pull you towards him, your naked chest pressed up against his as he looks down at you before leaning his head down slightly and pressing his lips against yours

✩ he will pull you up against from under your thighs, making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he slips his cock into you with a relieved sigh

- the water ripples slightly as he thrusts up into you, burying his head into your neck and sharing moans with you, whispering in your ear about how beautiful you look naked and bathed in the moonlight

“ look so beautiful like this… so perfect ” ( those words are likely mumbled into your mouth as you share an open mouthed kiss, one of his hands dripping with water as he brings it up to your face and brushes your wet hair back behind your ear )

✩ the sounds of your shared sighs and quiet moans echo slightly through the surrounding woods, mixing in with the sound of cicada in the grass and fireflies softly buzzing past the trees

- i can see eagle flies quite liking to mark you up a bit too, with some hickeys and such!

✩ he does not see it as a sign of ownership or anything like that, he just likes leaving love bites on you, knowing that he is leaving you with something that will remind you of your shared night together for the short time the hickey will last

- eagle flies is very good with aftercare too! he will always ask if you are okay whilst gently caressing your hips and if you are hungry at all or thirsty, he is right on it! getting dressed before going to grab you a mix of berries and nuts or some freshly cooked meat <3

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theblessedcap · 5 months ago

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A Weekend to Remember Part 2

I have to thank y’all for the love on part 1. Much appreciated 🩷

Here’s the link to check it out if you need a refresher:

Sorry for the wait but hope y’all enjoy part 2 of Terry and Siya’s Friday night ☺️🫶🏽

Warnings: smut 18+🩵, 420 friendly (as always lol)

Maybe some typos, my bad lol. Y’all enjoy!🥰

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Siya POV

Terry’s place always feels like home to me. Always so welcoming with his warm, vintage aesthetics but a touch of modern architecture and home decor that honestly makes me feel like I’m staying at a cozy fancy hotel.

“I’m on DoorDash, Babe. Tell me what you have a taste for” Terry says walking towards me in the dimly lit hallway coming from his bedroom where he put all my stuff for the stay.

“Hmm.. I’d love some bombass wings right now” I say scooting my feet to his plush couch to stretch out a bit from the ride.

“Wings it is. I’ll get enough for us to pig out. I know that tree we smoked got me ready to eat a whole horse” he responds with a cute little laugh, “let’s watch something while we wait for the food” he adds as he gently slides behind me to become the big spoon. Feeling his muscular frame pull me in made my skin instantly turn into fire. He still smells so damn good.

“You’re so warm” I say softly wrapping onto his arms.

“Yeah I finally thawed out from getting soaked outside on that bench” he says with a smirk tickling my rib cage.

“Babe!” I yell playfully almost forgetting that Terry already made me cum hard enough to wet him and the ground beneath me less than an hour ago. “Hey, I told you I felt bad about you being cold. I guess it was the weed..”

“It was the weed, huh?” Terry questioned sounding almost insulted that I didn’t give him all the credit for making me squirt. “Ok. Let’s see if you’re still saying that by end of the night”

I give him a quick side eye knowing I’ve just ignited Terry’s inner beast. He always loves a challenge. He catches my side eye and gives me a concentrated gaze with those light eyes in return. Feeling myself getting lost in his trance yet again, I turn my body to fully face Terry and all his handsomeness.

“It don’t make no sense for you to be as fine as you are babe” I say cupping his face lightly with my right hand, my eyes still locked on his.

“Well they say you mirror the person you love most.. so really I’m just a reflection of you baby girl” he responds in his low, rumbling tone. Sending shock waves straight to my already drenched pussy.

I can feel Terry’s hands starting to roam all over my ass and lower back, sending chills throughout my body. As if there’s a magnetic force within my mouth, I leaned into Terry’s plump lips without hesitation. I swear I can still taste myself a little on his lips and tongue. I let out a soft moan as our kiss intensifies, both of us grabbing at each other’s sweet spots. Terry’s hands full of ass and mine holding onto his neck as our lips remain entangled.

Without notice, I pull away from him to lift myself from the couch. I swing my leg over his built frame to straddle his waist. Terry instantly starts to slow grind his tented dick into my soaking panties. I lean over to devour Terry’s plump lips once again with a hunger that only enhances Terry’s need for me.

“I want you so bad right now Siya..” he whispers into my mouth while placing his firm hands on my waist to level me, “So fucking bad..”

“Shhh, let me take care of that Daddy”

I reach down to Terry’s waist band on his joggers just enough to let the thick tip of his already glistening dick appear. With a mischievous smirk I lower my body down, like a lioness approaching her prey, ready to take every inch of Terry into my yearning mouth. Slowly, I pull all of Terry Jr out of his boxers and admire the veiny, delicious girth and length of my man. Just looking at Terry’s dick makes me drool. Without pause, I lick the very tip of his dick to taste the precum already dripping from him.

“You taste so good babe” I whisper before opening my mouth wider to take a few inches of him down my throat. Terry let out a low hiss of approval.

“Aw Damn, Siya..” Terry groans placing his hand on the back of my head as my neck starts to bop up and down, “you got my dick too fucking hard right now”

Terry knows I love when he talks to me while I’m giving him head. It just makes me go harder on that dick of his. I made sure to wet up every inch of his thick member, spitting and slurping before taking Terry deep into my mouth to allow the walls of my throat to stroke him. Picking up rhythm, Terry’s grip on my head turned into a fistful of my curls.

“Goddamn that mouth of yours Siya.. you tryna make me nut all down your throat huh?” Terry moaned out tilting his head back giving me the signal that he was about to succumb to the sloppy toppy I’m giving him.

“Let me taste you Daddy” I plead to him before giving his dick one last slow lick from his sopping wet balls to his mushroom tip.

“Ohh fuuuuck” he moans grabbing onto my hair even tighter. I can tell he’s close. Abruptly, he pulls my heads away from his dick. “Come sit on it, baby girl”

I stand up from Terry to pull off my pants and panties and throw them to god knows where.

“Look at you.. so sexy” Terry confesses staring at me while I undress and straddle him again.

I tease Terry just a little bit by rubbing my swollen clit and moist entrance over the tip of his dick. “C’mon mama, stop playing.. been waiting to be in that pussy for almost two weeks”

“Aww you missed me huh babe?” I respond continuing to toy with Terry while slowly engulfing his thick inches into my pussy. My eyes locked in on his feline like orbs. I can’t help but hiss at the stretching of my walls Terry is doing as I rock my hips gently to get use to the massive size I’ve been away from.

“Ow shh.. shit you’re filling me up already Daddy”

“Mhmm I know baby” he says with his gaze fixed on his dick stroking in and out as I whine my hips on his waist. Picking up my pace, Terry’s hands found their way to my hard, aching nipples popping out of my shirt, placing soft kisses and circling his hands over my sensitive knobs.

“You feel so good Terryyy”

Terry POV

“Oh fuck.. that’s it keep bouncing on Daddy” I say keeping my grip on Siya’s waist as she lifts her wet pussy up and down on my dick. I can tell I’m hitting all the right spots as I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head. That just makes me wanna be deeper inside her.

“Turn around for me”

Siya says nothing as she complies and raises herself from my hard, soaking dick. As soon as she’s bent over on all fours, I give her one hard thrust so she can really feel how serious I am about being deep in her stomach tonight. I keep my hands on the smooth dips of her waist letting myself slide in and out of her.

“Ahhh! Faster baby!” Siya weeps out to me.

Without a second thought, I pushed my hips deeper and faster into Siya. All I can hear is the gushing of her pussy and panting of our breathing. Right here on my living room couch.

“Oh my god Terry.. I’m so close baby”

I feel Siya’s hand reach back between her legs to rub her clit as my deep strokes continue. She knows that shit turns me on.

“You ready to cum baby?” I ask whispering into her ear and slowing my pace again to slow, firm strokes.

“Mmhmm! Yes Daddy!” she cries back to me.

I tightened my grip on her waist to stabilize my dick deep in her walls to insure I hit the right spot. My only goal right now is to beat Siya’s pussy into the couch frame plain and simple.

“Ah! Oh my god! RightthereBaaaabe ” she manages to ramble out as I watch her body jolt back and forth from my strokes beneath me. It’s crazy.. all I can think about right now is her beautiful she looks when she sleeps. Probably because I know after this round, she’ll need to catch some z’s to recover. I can feel her pussy clinching up on me and getting closer to her climax. The loud smacking of our body snaps me back to the present. Siya’s about to drench me, I can feel it.

“Oh my god Terry I can’t take it!”

“What you holding back for, mama?”

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Someone’s at my door. Damn.

“Don’t stop baby, please!” Siya begs in a loud whisper.

“Fuck, baby I couldn’t stop if I wanted to” I say feeling the sweat run down my face. My eyes locked on Siya’s pussy gripping me something serious.

“Food delivery!” A raspy male voice yells through my thick metal door.

Neither one of us slow down our pace. I keep fucking Siya and she keeps fucking back with the strength she has left.

“Tell him you’re cumming” I whisper in her ear, gripping a small chunk of her curls to increase her arch.

“What?” She questions peeking back at me.

Frustrated with her not following through with my first command, I push myself into Siya forcing my dick to bottom out without warning.

“Oh! Fuck! Ok, I’m cumming!” She shouts arching her back some more for me.

“Good girl” I whisper back to her still pulling her hair back.

Whoever is at my front door is gonna hear how good I’m fucking my girl since they interrupted.

“Oh my god, I’m fucking cumming” Siya professes with a single tear falling down her face. My girl is getting fucked into oblivion right now and I can damn sure feel it too! Her walls tightening and shuttering around my dick. My pace still quick and steady. Suddenly Siya went silent, our bodies making the only noise to fill the room. Then, like a dam opening its flood gates, Siya starts to squirt and soak my dick more than I could imagine, bringing me to my own climax and releasing my nut into her quivering pussy.

“Fuck Siya..” I whisper breathlessly trying to gain composure.

I feel her body shake and collapse below me as she softly whimpers from her powerful orgasm.

“You okay baby?” I ask genuinely concerned from her quietness.

“Yeah.. Im great, Babe. I just need a sec. That was fucking amazing ” she says breathlessly.

“I guess you can say it’s not just the weed now, huh” I joke with her while standing up from the couch to grab my boxers.

“Oh hush! You couldn’t wait to say that” Siya says giggling and throwing a pillow at me to hide the fact that she’s blushing.

“Eh hello?! You guys sound real busy. I’ll just leave your wings here.”

Both of us look at each other, bursting out laughing realizing that we’ve completely forgotten the poor delivery man listening to us fuck from the other side of the front door.

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After devouring our chicken wings and catching another episode of the Boondocks, I clean up all of our trash and straighten up so we can relax in peace. I can tell with it being a bit later that Siya is getting a little sleepy. Knowing her usual routine, I leave her in the living room to go to my bathroom and start a hot shower for us.

“Babe, go get undressed and hop in the shower. I’ll be there in a minute”

“Ok Daddy” she replies before giving me a soft kiss on the cheek and disappearing into the bathroom.

I grab the TV remote for my living room flat screen and search the Great Gatsby movie. Siya is a sucker for this movie (and for Leonardo DiCaprio but she won’t admit it) and she was just telling me how she’s been meaning to watch it again but hasn’t had the time. Well, I’m making that time for my lady tonight. I also added her favorite wine to our DoorDash order without her knowing and hid it in the fridge. I quickly pour two glasses for us to have ready for after the shower.

As I head to my room to undress and put my dirty clothes away, I hear Siya connecting her phone to my Bluetooth speaker in the bathroom. I start to hear a familiar tune blasting from the system, Siya’s played it for me a few times.

I can hear her singing along as I approach the bathroom door and open it. Steam hitting my face causing me to squint as I look in Siya’s direction through the fogged up glass shower doors. There she is, letting the hot water submerge her and swaying her hips to the smooth r&b beat playing. I stay silent not to startle her and to admire her beautiful body a little longer.

“Ahh! Terry you scared the shit outta me” she shouts holding onto her chest.

“I’m sorry babe, didn’t mean to scare you” I assure her opening the shower door and joining her. I watch her eyes roam all over my body, causing my dick to stiffen up a bit.

“Damn babe.. it’s something about seeing you in the water” Siya says before biting her bottom lip, “so damn sexy”

“Oh yeah? Am I giving you merman vibes in here?” I joke back to her while passing her a wash cloth. I’d fuck Siya again right here but I want her to enjoy this shower so she can truly relax for the night.

“Babe I love you but mermen are missing thee most essential part of their anatomy.. and I needs that in my life”

We both crack up from Siya’s statement as we begin to lather our body’s in dove shower gel. I watch closely as Siya rubs and wipes her body. She’s so beautiful with the water drenching her hair forcing it to lay long down her back in soft waves. I can feel it that familiar tension brewing within me.. that hunger for my lady rising once again.

“Siya..” I whisper in her ear from behind her, slowly reaching my hand down to her pussy and starting to tenderly rub circles on her clit.

“Ooo Terry” she moans out letting her head fall back on my chest.

I can’t help it. Siya just does something to me, I can’t keep my hands to myself. I part from her body and lower myself to level my face to her waist. I look up at her as I slowly lift her leg over my shoulder, ready to devour her sweet pussy once again. I waste no time putting my face in her heated center, letting my tongue slide and glide up and down her entrance. I feel her fingers sifting through my wet waves as I make love to her pussy with my mouth.

“Babe, oh my god.. You’re gonna make me cum again..”

And just like that I could feel Siya creaming into my mouth and releasing everything she had left in her from earlier.

“Can’t get enough of you.. ” I say lifting myself from the shower floor and giving Siya a deep kiss so she could taste how sweet she is. I reach over her shoulder to turn off the water and then hand her a towel. “After we get dressed I got something for you”

Siya POV

We both depart from the bathroom to change into some comfy clothes to lounge around in. I tried to hide the fact that my legs were still shaking a bit from the way he was eating me out in the shower, knowing that would give him more ammo to devour me again but I’m genuinely ready to just chill and cuddle with my man.

I change into a cute pajama set and put on my spa headband to keep my hair in place while doing my quick bedtime skincare routine. I can hear Terry rummaging around his place while I stand over the sink in the bathroom rinsing off my cleanser.

“I’m almost done babe I’ll be out soon!” I shout out to him while applying my moisturizer, knowing I’ve been in here for a good minute.

“You’re fine, mama. Take your time” Terry yells back with that smooth voice of his.

Suddenly, while putting my skincare products back in my pink overnight bag, it hit me like a freight train.

“Fuck!” I start to panic looking through my bag.

I forgot my birth control at home! Fuck fuck fuck. I know it’s still sitting on my night stand where I left it.

“You good in there babe?”

“Ummmm yeah? Yeah! I’m ok!” I quickly respond to Terry trying to conceal my frustration. I swing the door open accepting that I’ve left a very important item at home more than a half an hour away. There’s Terry holding two healthy sized wine glasses. Just what I need right now to not let my mind wonder.

“Aww thanks babe” I say gently taking my glass from his hand, “is this what I think it is?”

“Yup your favorite. Pink moscato, got the strong kind you like too”

“You’re the best” I declare getting up on my tippy toes to give him a kiss.

“Come on, let’s go chill” he softly orders grabbing a hold of my hand and walking me from the bathroom back to the living room.

“Awww and you remembered Great Gatsby!” I say excited with a big cheesy grin.

“See, I be listening” Terry jokes with that cute mischievous smile of his.

We both get cozy again sitting next to each other on the couch, wine glasses in hand and pressing play on our romance film.

“I also rolled up a little something something if you’re cool with that, mama” Terry says taking a joint out of his pocket. I was starting to think that pocket of his was magic.

“Yeah.. light it up Babe. Plus I need to tell you something and the weed will help me get out of my mind about”

“What is it?” He asks, he face turning serious and focused.

“Well, I was so excited about this weekend and pretty much rushed with my packing. I forgot my birth control at home Babe”

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautifullll

Lana Del Rey echoed from the TV speakers giving my statement some background music and making it a little less awkward.

We both fell dead silent for a few moments to stare at one another in deep thought. Terry and I know very well that he just filled me up in the same place we’re sitting in right now.

“Well, plan B is about to be our Plan A this weekend Babe. Don’t stress. Plus, I mean the damage is done” he chuckles, “and I’m for damn sure not wearing no condom fucking you, Mama. I need to feel that pussy when I’m in it”

His vulgarity slightly shocked me. He seems very serious about this.

“Thanks for making that super clear Terry”

“What? Im just saying” he chuckles again, “you don’t have anything to worry about. I know we both have a lot going on right now and it wouldn’t be a good time for a baby. But I also know that I love you and I mean, if it happens it happens. But I don’t want you worrying about that all weekend babe. I’ll have some plan b delivered in the morning for you”

“Thanks babe” I say exhaling deeply, “Sorry for panicking a little”

“It’s ok. I know you were trying to get ahead of it because you know I’m tryna drop another load in you before we knock out”

“Light the blunt Terry Richmond!” I playfully shout at him while giving him a love tap on his thick muscular leg.

“Ok, ok I’ll stop” he says giggling and reaching back in his pocket for a light, “I really do hope tonight’s been good for you, Mama. Just want to see you happy” he declares before flicking the lighter and inhaling to ignite the blunt.

“It’s been more than good, Babe. You’re so sweet” I say giving him a quick kiss.

“Now let’s get into this blunt and this movie. I’m gonna need it to keep my cool while you drool over good ol’ Leonard anyways”

“Oh please!” Siya laughs shoving my arm, “only man I’m drooling over is you, Daddy”

“See, that’s why I love you” I say kissing her cheek and passing her the blunt.

“I love you too.”

FIN.. until next time 🤍

#aaron pierre #terry richmond smut #black female reader #black female writers #terry richmond

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tom-foolery-incorporated · 2 months ago

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I'm ngl your Swerve content is fUELING ME! Bc he is my fav & I constantly think about sitting on his bar (you have your own little spot he made for his special human so you don't get battered by hands/cups) watching him make drinks & your focus on him makes him just keep fumbling. Bc we know his internal monologue is 'what do you mean this human likes me???' You laugh at all his jokes & converse with him to keep him company while he works. It's just so good that eventually he just HAS to drag you to the store room behind the bar wall for a quickie. Bc I mean, he just loves you so much. But of course with him it's not just a quickie cause he always NEEDS MORE. Just one more... and heaven forbid you allow him to babble/talk during. Cuz hun that motormouth knows so many praises! Yall know he's not gonna stop until you feel as appreciated as he feels. (He'll never know that you allows feel loved & appreciated & that you are equally set on loving him to the max as well). Anyway... I'mma just leave this here... have a good day & hope as is well! Can't wait to see what you write next bc I love it all... just like Swerve best -Sav

Swerve x reader, reader has a vagina, overstimulation, mentions of anal, cream pie, praise, marathon sex

Swerve pistoned his hips into you frantically as you flopped around in his grip. His strong arms held you against his metal frame with your hands squished between your chest and the lower part of his chasis. Your jaw was hung open letting moans bounce out of your mouth with every strike of his spike in your gummy walls.

“Come on, sweet spark, give me another!” Swerve groaned. You could barely understand what he was saying in your lust clouded mind. All you heard were his roaring cooling fans and the slap of metal against skin. “Come on, baby,” Swerve moaned holding onto you tighter. “Let me feel that pretty pussy cum around me again.”

You could only moan and gasp in response to Swerve’s request. His chubby spike forced your walls apart with every push of his hips. He couldn’t believe that you’d even consider talking to him let alone have him fuck you in the bar’s storeroom.

“So good!” Swerve moaned as he hunched over to give your shoulder a bite. His dull dente pushed your shirt into the divots his robotic teeth made in your skin. “You’re so good!” Swerve cried with a mouthful of your shoulder.

You remember when you were first intimate with Swerve, how the soft graze of your velvety walls along his metallic cock was enough to bring him to an overload. He’d apologize for finishing so fast and try to make it up to you through eating his own transfluid out of your pussy. He really had nothing to be sorry for but you couldn’t seem to find your voice when he had had his glossa stuffed inside your hole licking around for his spent.

Speaking of which, you could feel gobs of transfluid drip down your legs as Swerve released another load into you. Your poor jelly legs were held limply in Swerve’s servos as he shakily fucked you through his orgasm.

You huffed out a shaky breath feeling Swerve start to relax, you hoped that maybe he was finally finished as your hole started to become sore from his needy abuse of it.

“Do you think…” Swerve prodded around along your rear until he reached your puckered ass. “Do you think we can try this hole next?”

You felt your body grow hot at Swerve’s request. “R-right now?” You asked horsely.

“Yeah,” Swerve said with an airy voice. You could feel him start to push up into you again. A soft shaky whine left your lips earning a needy moan from your mechanical lover. “I just need you so badly. Frag, you didn’t even overload this time! What kind of partner am I if I don’t have you all blissed out on my spike?!”

“Swerve,” you moaned feeling him start to properly thrust inside of you. “Swerve, it’s too much!”

“Do you want to stop?” Swerve asked trying to slow his thrusts but it was as if his pelvis had a mind of its own.

“N-no!” You cried out pushing your hips down onto his spike. “Please fuck me! Fuck me more!”

Swerve quickly shoved two of his digits into your mouth earning an unexpected choking sound from you. “Shhh!” Swerve chuckled before adjusting your shared positions with him sitting properly on the floor and you on his lap. “Do you want Magnus to come in here and give us a whole retelling of the health and safety code just to point out which ones we violated?”

You clenched around Swerve making his frame shiver and his plates rattle. “Don’t do that to me,” he groaned grabbing your hips so he could bounce you on his spike. “Don’t go getting into being watched while we fuck.”

You gripped his mechanical wrists as he freely bounced you on his spike as if you were nothing but a mere toy.

“A-are, frag, are you gonna let me use your ass?” Swerve moaned. “I bet you’re even tighter there.”

“Idneedmoahpreptime,” you mumbled through his digits.

“I’m that big, eh?” Swerve joked.

You went to roll your eyes at his comment but ended up rolling them back when he gave you a particularly sharp thrust as he pulled you back down onto his spike.

“Ha,” Swerve moaned. “Keep that face. You look so cute like that.”

You moaned sucking around his metal fingers. The way he moved his hips, rubbing every inch of his spike inside of you had you clenching around him like a vice. His spike pushed the muscles of your vaginal wall apart with every stroke.

“Come on, Sweet Spark,” Swerve groaned bouncing your spent body on his spike. “Cum on me again. Please, please cum on my spike!”

He slipped his digits out of your mouth and glided them down your body to your vulva. His chubby metal fingers worked your stiff clit in circles making you squirm and squeal out for him.

“Swerve! Please, oh god!” You wailed completely forgetting the bar patrons just on the other side of the wall.

“You’re so good! You feel so good,” Swerve moaned keeping a steady rhythm. “You’re so beautiful!”

You shivered feeling your orgasm hit you like a brick to the stomach. Your mouth hung open in an O as your legs twitched on their own.

“Like that,” Swerve said softly letting his rhythm falter so he could admire how your pleasure overcame your whole body. “You’re so pretty like that.”

You could feel Swerve’s previous loads squeeze out of you and around his spike before your muscles finally relaxed.

“We should probably head on out,” Swerve teased giving your rear a grope. “We’ve been MIA for quite a while.”

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trulybetty · 25 days ago

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into the night.

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader word count: 1,404 warnings: TLOU2 SPOILERS, you have been warned, angst on top of angst, betty's brand of angst™️, heavy grief, tiny mentions of blood, barely beta'd, mistakes are my own, did I mention spoilers?? estimated reading time: 7 minutes summary: You were never supposed to love him... ao3: linked

A/N: I don't know what to tell you, but I made myself cry writing this. I'm clearing out wip's, and with Sunday's new season on the horizon, I got in all up in my feels; this one got completed finally. You'd think I'd learnt my lesson with Drip, but alas, no.

Into the Night.

You were never supposed to love him.

Not because the world was uncertain—it’d already gone to shit around you, how much more worse could it get? No, because Joel Miller wasn’t someone you loved. He was someone you survived with. Someone you fought beside.

He wasn’t soft. He wasn’t safe. He wasn’t yours.

And still—he became all of it, somehow. Slowly. Without trying. Without asking.

You didn’t ask him to change, you couldn’t.

He didn’t talk of before. Never told stories, never said their names.

But he started saying yours.

Sometimes it came with a sigh. Sometimes it came sharp, when you pushed too hard. But it always meant something. And when he said it low—just once, in the dark, with your forehead pressed to his and his hand on the small of your back—it stuck in your chest like a knife.

Then came Jackson.

Jackson changed him.

Jackson felt like a fever dream. Crops. Firewood. Kids laughing. It all felt slightly a step out of pace. You watched as he stopped over time, hovering his hand at his hip, looking for the revolver that wasn’t strapped there anymore. But he still held his breath every time Ellie left Jackson’s gates.

You watched him in the mornings in those early days, taking advantage of the slowed pace that allowed you the luxury.

“Stop starin’,” he’d muttered once, catching you with your chin in your palm at breakfast.

“But you make it easy,” you’d teased back before spooning food into your mouth.

Joel Miller didn’t smile, not really, but the corner of his mouth twitched just enough.

You could’ve stayed in your little house, the one on the outskirts of town, with the pretty daffodils that bloomed each spring under the windows. In the peace you didn’t believe in. With the creaky floorboards and the fogged-up windows. In the way he stood behind you at the sink, murmuring words only meant for you into your ear, like domesticity didn’t scare him more than anything else this new world brought ever did.

But peace is a liar. And you knew it.

The last winter came harder than the ones before. You watched him go out on runs that weren’t his to do, watched him come back later and later, like he was dodging something he couldn’t outrun.

He slowed down, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Took longer to unsaddle his horse. Groaned a little louder when he sat down. You watched the pain creep into his hands, the stiffness in his shoulders. And still, he went. His name still atop of the patrol list. Still, he checked every fence, every loose nail.

“I ain’t useless,” he’d muttered, whenever you’d tried to get him to stop.

“I never said you were.”

“You didn’t have to.”

But, you let him go—not that he ever needed your permission, but you knew he’d listened if you really pushed—because that was who he was. A man who didn’t know how to stop, for fear of what would meet him if he did.

You remembered the morning that he left.

The snow was thick and crisp on the ground. The sky still hadn’t cleared. It was just that heavy grey that meant more snow was to come. Frost had clawed its way in through the cracks beneath doors and tapped at windows. The wind that morning was sharp. It’d bit into your cheek as you stood on the doorstep, the cold seeping in, bleaching your bones, aching and relentless.

He’d kissed you on the cheek like he always did, half-absent, like it didn’t mean anything—except you knew better. Joel Miller didn’t do things by accident.

You never said be careful. You’d learned not to.

But something in the way the wind whipped up against the house, the way a still falls after a heavy snow, against your better judgment, you told him to be careful.

He was halfway to the porch steps when he turned and gave you that look. The one that meant you know better than to say that.

You closed the door behind you, watched from the window until you could no longer see him against the now falling snow.

The clock ticked over.

Supper went cold.

His chair stayed empty.

Snow continued to fall.

And you waited.

And waited.

And then came the news, it didn’t sound real. Just all static and words that didn’t make sense. Words that shouldn’t go together. You stood there, the snow on your boots melting into a puddle at the door.

Joel Miller was dead.

They’d broken him.

Not in battle, not in a blaze of glory, like it might have meant something. Not the way he should’ve gone, doing something that made the pain and loss mean something. Tied down, outnumbered, hands empty. No defence left but his name. And they said it like it meant nothing. Like he was just a man.

But you knew better.

You don’t remember who took you to him. You just remember holding what was left. Held it like you could still keep him warm. Like the blood still drying on your hands could be poured back into something whole.

And even then—even then—you didn’t let go.

You stayed and insisted that he come home with you. You’d screamed into the night. You made promises you weren’t sure you could keep. Because it couldn’t all be for nothing. Because grief like that doesn’t settle. It claws its way out. It burns.

Joel Miller spent his whole life trying to outrun death. You weren’t going to let him vanish into it.

You weren’t built for surrender.

Neither was he.

He would not go into the earth quietly.

You didn’t cry. Not at first. You found work for your hands. You cleaned the mess they made of him. That first night with him home, home in a quiet house where the only noise was the ticking clock, you allowed yourself to cry. You ran your fingers over the scar at his temple like it could tell you what he was thinking in those last moments.

You knew he’d fought. They didn’t need to tell you that; you knew that much.

You knew he wouldn’t have begged. Not even for her.

Now you had to exist in the after.

The ache in your throat was raw when you’d finally looked at Ellie’s face, hollowed out by grief that should never belong to a child. Because that’s what she was, really—a child.

You tried to tell Ellie not to go.

Tried to say it in so many ways, with your eyes pleading her to stay, your hands grabbing hold of her, with the food you continued to bring her that was left untouched on the table, and the jacket of his you’d left her, folded at the foot of her bed.

But she wouldn’t listen.

She had Joel Miller’s rage now. That heavy, molten thing he carried in his chest for twenty years, handed off like an inheritance.

And you? You didn’t go with her. You couldn’t.

You couldn’t leave him alone.

You stayed. In the house he helped build into a home. You fixed the broken latch on the back door. Tended the garden, only half-planted. Played his guitar, even though your fingers fumbled over the chords he’d taught you. You fed the horses. Patched the chicken wire at the coops. Sat in the chair on the porch where he used to rest his knees and stare off into the distance to another lifetime.

Jackson thought you were grieving. That you were fragile. That you’d break if they touched you too hard.

But you weren’t broken.

You were sharpening.

Every quiet moment was a reminder. Every sunrise was another chance to hold the line. To keep Joel Miller real. Not a ghost. Not a story. Not a pile of bones under frozen soil.

Unlike Ellie, you didn’t want revenge. You wanted remembering.

And if they—the world—thought Joel Miller would be forgotten—that he would fade like dust and fall through the seams of history—they didn’t know you at all.

Because you weren’t finished. Not with his name. Not with his story. Not with the small light he left behind.

You carried it now.

For the man who learned how to love again—who learned how to live again, just long enough to lose it.

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #jackson!joel #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #TLOU2 spoilers #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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allaboutmaybanxx · 8 months ago

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Love. ps y/n

cowgirl!reader x jjmaybank

You had grew up in Southern Texas and learned a lot from your dad. Every day was great and every month your family had a festival with dancing, singing and horse riding lessons. It was fun every month but this month was different, You were drinking root beer and selling tickets so everyone can get in and there were only 5 left and there was this boy “hey, just one ticket please?” you look up from your drink and sat it down “of course” you say as you sign the ticket and grabbed a wristband “can i see your wrist please?” he gives you his wrist as you put it on his arm he smiles “have a good time, and if you need anything you can ask me” he smiles “thanks” after all the tickets got sold you were just watching after had got done cowboy dancing you were getting bored fast and you didn’t know why. “Hey?” you look at the same boy from earlier “oh hey!, did you need something?” you asked with a smile “no no no i’m fine but i was wondering what’s you name?” you look at him and take your hat off “my name is Y/N, what about you?” he smiles and scratches that back of his head and grins “JJ…JJ Maybank” you smile “so…jj are you having a good time at the festival?” you start walking towards the barns and of course he follows behind “yeah it’s pretty cool in Texas where they have these festival and shit” you look at him “really?, don’t other countries or cities do that?” you look at him with confusion, he chuckles “no, at least not mine and i live in Outer Banks but they only have festivals for those bitch ass kooks” your slightly widened at his words “oh, is kook a groups of people or a person or-“ he cut off real fast “ their like rich ass kids that get whatever they want, like stuck up little brats” you guys finally made it to the barn, you open the barn door “you know how to ride a horse?” you as you sat down on a chair snide the barn, he gets out of his thoughts “no…do you?” you nod and smile “of course, ever since i was 5” his eyes widened “five! that’s way to young, you have to shitting me right now?” you giggle “no i’m serious” he takes his hat off and sits next to you and looks at you for a while “your pretty..” and that’s when your heart started beating every five seconds and you could feel your cheeks turning red and and this warmth in your stomach. “thank you…” he smiles softly “i’m in Texas for a few days, you know maybe we should hang out” you nod “mhm…” and that’s when it all started You and JJ hanging out everyday until it was time for him to leave and it was like everyday you had someone other than your dad to talk to about your feelings and about your problems.

Today, JJ was meeting your parents and brothers but before that happened you and him went to go hang out at a park and you were making bracelets for him, “so have you ever been anywhere else but Texas?” you look at him “no… I love it here” he looks at you and clicks his tongue and stands up. You look at him “where are you going?” you follow him “you see the sunrise?” you nod at his words “yes, what about them” he takes a deep breath and speaks again “wouldn’t it be a good idea to have your first kiss here?” you look at him and you really looked at him to see if he was joking “your dead serious or your just joking around” he smile and takes your hand “i’m serious, i mean y/n your the most prettiest, creative, and amazing girl i’ve ever met and you make me feel loved and that i can trust you and i wanna make you feel all those things too” your heart warms at his words and your started to beating again but faster than last time “then, yeah you can take my first kiss” that’s all he needed was confirm and he was ready, his lips met yours and it was slow and passionate, his hand met your waist and the other to the back of your head, he pulled away with a grin and you bite your lip, “…woah… that’s was…very passionate” you say still stunned, he smiles and looks down, and looks back up at her and grabs something out his pocket “you know y/n for the 6 days i’ve spent with you, it was like the most important moments of my life and i want to keep them” he pulls out a ring and looks at her “she freezes in her tracks. you were kinda shocked but happy and jj was the most important moment in your life, he was handsome, funny, and a gentleman “is….that a no…” you snapped back to reality “yes!…yes please…” he looked at you and smiles, he picked you up as you giggled “jj put me down!” he puts you down and grabs the ring and puts it on your left index finger “i’m officially your girlfriend…” he looks at you and kisses you again “Mmm” you hum in kiss. And that’s the day when you fell in Love. ps y/n

#jj maybank x reader #jjmaybank #obx #outer banks #rudy pankow #i love you guys🩷#fluff #cowgirl!reader #x y/n

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wildyueblonder · 3 months ago

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Febuwhump Day 1: Lost Voice

My first ever fic so please be kind! After watching all of slow horses I've been INFECTED and I can't get it out of my head, so 2000 words of River whump just fell out onto the page. No idea if I'll write any more although the Febuwhump prompts are gooood. May upload to AO3 if people like it (and once I have my account set up)

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River let out a long sigh as he eased himself down into his desk. Just that small rush of air made his throat burn, and he resisted the urge to drop his aching head into his hands.

He probably could have justified staying home today. It was a grey drizzly Monday morning in the streets of London, commuters going about their business with heads down and hoods up, trying to shelter from the ever-permeating English dampness. It was not the kind of weather that inspired action, and he couldn’t imagine even terrorists wanting to brave this when they could be sat at home with a cup of tea and some daytime telly. Nothing would be happening at Slough House today. Nothing ever happened at Slough House.

Despite it all, somehow River had dragged himself from his bed that morning, eyes sticky and head throbbing, with a throat like he had spent the night swallowing shards of glass. As a child, the O.B. had been strict on illness – the words ‘if you’re unwell enough to complain, then you’re unwell enough to stay in bed’ echoed through River’s mind. He had never been a patient child, and had usually been keen to avoid a day stuck in his bedroom. He had learnt to push through any signs of illness, and had noticed a glint of pride in the O.B.’s eyes whenever he did so. The old man had valued toughness. Even now, River couldn’t help but try and prove himself, although his grandfather was no longer in a fit state to recognise his efforts.

And so, here he was, at 9:07am, slumped in his desk chair at England’s most useless intelligence branch, staring with slightly glazed eyes at the loading screen of his computer, as Louisa noisily clattered her way into the office.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, out of breath, dropping her bag on the floor as she unwound a scarf from her neck. “Tube was rammed. Has Lamb noticed?”

River shook his head, doing his best to seem focused on his screen and hoping Louisa couldn’t see that all he was doing was entering his password. He really just needed to keep his head down and get through today, and Louisa had this annoying way of caring that threatened to throw off his composure.

(Briefly, his mind flashed back to memories of a cool hand on his forehead, an arm around his shoulders, a soft voice washing over him. His grandmother had not always agreed with the O.B.’s childrearing methods, and would go behind his back when he went to work, sneaking River ice cream and comfort. As he had gotten older, River had rebuffed these attempts at care, fearing that they would make him weak. But what he would give now for one more day with Grandma Rose, making him feel warm and cared for and loved.)

“Cup of tea?” Louisa asked. River grunted in affirmation, watching her make her way to the kitchen before turning his eyes back to his screen, where he had finally managed to pull up last week’s surveillance footage reports. Focusing on the numbers made his eyes feel hot and prickly, but he rubbed them with the heel of his hand before pressing on with his work.

He didn’t notice Louisa’s approach until a steaming mug thumped down onto his desk. He attempted to cover his flinch with a quick ‘thanks’ but all that came out was a croak.

Louisa turned on her way to her own desk, eyes narrowed and raking over his slightly slumped form. River made an effort to sit up straighter. “Everything okay?” Her voice was suspicious.

Attempting to clear his throat, River gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Fine,” he tried to say, although all that came out was a whisper. “Just a bit of a sore throat, nothing to worry about.”

Louisa still looked concerned, but made her way round to her chair and sat down. “You sound like you shouldn’t be here. Lamb wouldn’t mind, you know. Even slow horses are allowed sick days.”

River felt his shoulders tense, but forced himself to stay calm as he answered her. “Seriously, Louisa, it’s fine.” He instantly regretted the emphasis he put on the last word, as he felt it aggravate his already shredded throat. Grabbing the mug, he swallowed a large gulp, hoping it would soothe his voice.

It didn’t. Immediately his body rebelled at the scalding liquid and he began choking. Each cough bounced inside his head and made his eyes water. He blindly reached for his desk, needing some support to stay up, and he distantly heard something crash to the floor. Desperately he hacked and coughed, trying to bring air into his lungs, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t breathe, and his throat was on fire, and the world was fading to black at the edges…

A hand. A hand was gently rubbing at his back, and River focused on it, trying to slow down his heaving chest. He steadily became aware of a voice, murmuring “Easy, easy…” above his head. Louisa’s voice. When had Louisa made her way over to his desk?

Gradually, River’s breathing slowed, and he blinked away tears from his eyes. A droplet of cold sweat tracked a path between his shoulder blades, making him shiver, and Louisa hummed as she moved a hand from his back to his cheek.

“Jesus, River,” she muttered, crouching in front of him. “You don’t do things by halves, do you?”

River tried to answer, but this time when he opened his mouth, not even a whisper could make its way out. Worry danced in Louisa’s eyes. He looked around for the cup of tea, hoping to take a more measured gulp this time, but couldn’t see it. Casting his eyes around, he saw a flash of white on the ground, and peering under the desk revealed the mug upended, its contents soaking into the already stained carpet. River stared, eyes wet, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss for his traitorous beverage.

“Right, come on then,” Louisa said, interrupting his train of thought by slapping her thighs as she stood up. River tried to ask what she meant, but again when he opened his mouth no sound came out. He settled for a puzzled look up at her.

“I’m taking you home,” she said. “You need to be in bed, and it gets me out of work, even if only briefly. It’s a win-win.”

Now that she mentioned it, bed did sound nice. And truth be told, River really did feel rubbish today, didn’t he? The pain in his throat was steadily being outmatched by his headache, which had only worsened in intensity after his coughing fit. His face was burning, but there was a cold clamminess settling into the rest of his body, along with a heaviness in his limbs that made him want to curl up and never move again. But the thought of Lamb’s reaction to River’s weakness, along with the dark, empty flat waiting for him at home, was enough to steel him for one final fight.

He glared up at Louisa, then pulled out his phone, cold fingers stumbling over the keyboard. Louisa’s phone pinged, and she pulled it out, sighing at the message on screen.

Not going. Don’t need to.

And a second message, almost immediately after the first.

Please just leave me be

Louisa perched herself on the edge of his desk, exhaling heavily through her nose. “Fine,” she said. “I guess it’s your choice.”

River felt a flicker of hope, along with a treacherous sinking feeling of disappointment in his stomach that he instantly tried to smother. Maybe now he could-

“Of course,” Louisa continued, a hint of amusement in her eyes, “Catherine will be very upset to hear you’ve come in feeling so ill.”

River’s eyes flicked up to hers. She wouldn’t. She knew that was too far.

Catherine Standish was notorious at Slough House for her attitude towards injury and illness. She was keen to instill a sense of self-preservation in all the slow horses, a task which anyone could have told her was doomed to fail from the start. But River didn’t mind her intention. It was a perfectly noble, if ridiculous, thing to wish for.

No, what River couldn’t stand was the execution. Make no mistakes about it, Catherine liked to fuss. She would look at you with disappointed eyes, like each time you got in the path of a bullet, or got punched in the face, or picked up some bug from the cesspool that was the London public transport system, you had done it specifically to hurt her. And then she wouldn’t stop, offering you cups of tea and blankets and bandages, trying to do your shopping or drive you home. It was too much, and right now it sounded like more than River could deal with. If someone offered him that kind of care right now, the wateriness of his eyes might spill over into real tears, and he didn’t think he could get past the absolute mortification that would be crying at Slough House.

He scowled at Louisa. She allowed herself a small smile as River huffed and slowly, reluctantly nodded. He didn’t have much choice right now, and Louisa was preferable to Catherine. Pushing himself up from his desk, he wobbled slightly, waiting for the world to come back into the focus around him. When it did, Louisa was next to him holding his coat out.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go. Before Lamb decides to give me something pointless to do.”

They made their way together down the creaking metal steps outside Slough House, Louisa one step behind River, walking slowly as he held onto the railing with a tight grip. As they reached his car, Louisa held out a hand for his car keys. River opened his mouth as if to challenge her, then thought better of it, anticipating the pain and futility of trying to protest. He handed them over wordlessly then made his way round to the passenger seat.

Louisa got in and started the car, pulling a seatbelt on and turning on the radio to a low hum. As she drove off, the passing scenery set River’s stomach churning, and he closed his eyes, pulling his coat tighter around him as a shiver swept down his spine. He felt Louisa reach over to adjust something, and a blast of warm air began to fill the car. River sniffed, finally allowing himself to feel a bit miserable. He jumped a little as he felt a hand brush some sweaty hair of his forehead, and opening his eyes a crack showed Louisa breaking focus on the road for a second to glance warmly at him.

Smiling, River allowed his eyes to close again. Sure, it wasn’t Grandma Rose, but somehow, within Slough House’s motley crew of misfits, he’d managed to find some of that same love and care, just packaged up in a slightly less homely manner. The streets whizzed by outside the window as River, uncaring of his surroundings, drifted off, a warmth spreading through his chest.

#slow horses #river cartwright #febuwhump #febuwhump2025 #febuwhump 2025 #febuwhumpday1 #river cartwright whump #louisa guy #sickfic #yue's first fic #fanfic

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sequinsmile-x · 3 months ago

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Heart Line

(noun) a crease on the palm; palmists say it indicates your emotional nature

Emily, Aaron, and a series of hand kisses throughout their relationship.

A one shot in my series of unrelated kissing prompt fics

-x-

Hi besties,

I have had a long couple of days, and wanted to write something really fluffy, so here we are! It is me though, so there is *some* emotional hurt/comfort Trojan Horsed in here disguised as fluff.

As always, let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: none!

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

In the end, she asks him on a date.

They’d talked around it for weeks, months really, and she ran out of patience, her desire to move forward with him, to be with him, overtaking any need to take it slow.

She and Aaron had become closer since she’d come home from Paris. He understood her, what she’d been through, in a way no one else could. She was grateful for it in a way that sometimes made her feel selfish. He’d gone through something awful, something she wished he’d been spared, but it meant that she was less alone. That he was there with her in the dark, his smile and his kindness a bright light that chased everything hiding in the shadows away as he helped her figure out how to pick up the pieces of who she once was to build who she had become.

They spent all their spare time together. She spent weekends with him and Jack at their place or at the zoo or aquarium. They’d bake together and watch movies, and after Jack was in bed, she and Aaron would drink wine and talk about anything and everything, their relationship almost as far away from their hostile first meeting as possible.

Almost as far away.

Sometimes, she thought he was going to kiss her. She’d catch him staring at her lips before he’d clear his throat and blush like a teenage boy with a crush. It was frustratingly endearing. She’d find herself standing on the threshold of his apartment, the door closed behind her, and her fingers pressed against her lips as if he had kissed her.

She gives up waiting on him to ask her out after some gentle pushing from JJ and Penelope. A girl's night that descends into them talking about her and Aaron’s relationship, or lack thereof, as if she wasn’t there, their smiles wide and teasing as she tried and failed to change the conversation more than once. A comment JJ made about Aaron having likely not asked anyone out since Haley sticks in Emily’s mind, and it’s the final push she needs to take that leap for him. He smiles at her the moment she asks, wide and bright and gorgeous in a way that makes her stomach flip, and she knows ready to jump with her.

It takes her longer to get ready than she’d like to admit. It feels final in a comforting way. The fact that she was going into this knowing it was likely her last first date not something that scared her like she thinks it should. It’s freeing. Safe. And when he knocks on her front door, happiness and excitement fizzes under her skin in a way it hadn’t since she was young, and she has to take a moment to try and centre herself.

A small part of her worries it will be awkward, that they may be ruining the best friendship either of them had ever had, but it isn’t. He shows up with flowers that he shyly tells her are safe for Sergio, and he opens the car door for her before he gets in himself. He lets her playfully argue with him about who pays for dinner, but she relents, knowing on some level that it’s important to him to do this the way he thought he had to.

He was a gentleman. He always had been, and she loves it in a way she thinks a teenage version of herself would turn her nose up at. He’s kind and funny and soft in a way she would never have guessed he was capable of in those first few months she knew him.

He walks her back to her apartment after their date, his fingers tangled with hers as they walk slowly, both of them dragging it out as their shoulders occasionally knock together. When they make it to her front door she digs her hand through her purse for her keys and presses her lips together whilst she pushes the key into the lock, turning her head just enough to look at him, clearing her throat to push down nervousness she doesn’t fully understand.

“Want to come in?” She asks, suppressing a smile when he simply stares at her, “For a drink?”

He looks around to make sure they’re alone, that none of her neighbours can hear them, and he smiles at her, “Em, I don’t want you to think I’m expecting anything.”

She chuckles and leans in to kiss his cheek, her lips lingering there when she feels him suck in a breath, “Aaron, you’re probably the last gentleman left in the entire world, I know you’re not expecting anything,” she says, and he smiles at her, an edge of anxiety to it, and she reaches for his hand again, “I want you to come in. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

She knew it went both ways, that they were both nervous for different reasons entirely, and no matter how much she wanted him, how much she wanted to make use of the lingerie she’d bought with him in mind. The lingerie she’d bought to make her feel more comfortable at the idea of someone seeing what her body looked like now. She wanted him to be comfortable too. She wasn’t the only one out of the two of them whose body had been changed beyond her control. The landscape of them both altered by men who sought revenge with violence, the topography of their bodies something new for the other to explore.

He smiles at her and lifts her hand to his lips, stamping a gentle kiss to her knuckles, and she presses her lips together in an attempt to hide the breath she sucks in. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I hope you know that.”

She nods, her eyes drifting to her hand, to where she can feel tingling where he’d pressed his lips against her skin, and then she looks up at him.

“I know. I think we’re both nervous because…because this is important,” she says, and he nods, kissing her knuckles again, making her shake her head at him as she laughs, something that felt like it could be her future flashing in his eyes when he laughs too, “But, why don’t we start with a drink and go from there?”

He nods in agreement and tugs her closer, stamping his lips briefly against hers before he pulls back, “I like the sound of that.”

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“Daddy, Emily, watch me!”

Aaron chuckles as he tugs Emily closer, his arm looped around her shoulders as they sit huddled on a park bench, both of them watching Jack as he rides his bike on the path in front of them. It was only his second time riding it without his training wheels, and he insisted that he wanted to do it without help, he told them to sit down and watch as he rode back and forth in front of them.

“We are watching, buddy,” Aaron says, “I promise.”

“You’re doing great, sweetie,” Emily says, taking a sip of the coffee in her hand before she passes it to her boyfriend, smiling up at him as their fingers skim over each other as she hands him the take-out cup, “You know,” she says, lowering her voice so only Aaron can hear her, “There was a time when Saturday mornings were for laying in my bed hungover,” she says, smiling despite her attempt to appear grumpy as he smiles at her, “Not sitting in a freezing park in the morning watching your son ride his bike.”

He hums and sips the coffee before he passes it back to her, taking the opportunity to lean in and kiss her, the taste of coffee and him lingering on her lips as she pulls back, “This is better though, right?”

She nods and kisses him again, making a point of stamping it against his lower lip, “Much, much better.”

There were times when she couldn’t believe that this was her life now, that she was part of a family in a way she’d given up hope on. It was small. Made of broken pieces they’d glued together with love and purpose, but it was beautiful and hers. She loved Aaron and Jack in ways she didn’t think were possible, they’d worked their way into her heart and taken up space she thinks must have always been there waiting for them. She spent most of her nights with them these days, and on the rare occasion she did go back to her place alone, she hated it. Hated the silence that she used to find comfort in, the emptiness of it somehow louder than Jack’s toys or the movies he liked to watch whilst sandwiched between her and Aaron. She couldn’t sleep without Aaron’s breathing skipping across her neck and the weight of his arm across her chest.

She loved them, and they loved her, and that was everything.

She’s about to kiss Aaron again when she’s stopped by the sound of a crash and a yell. They both look over to see Jack on the floor, his bike next to him, and his face collapsing into a surprised sob.

“Daddy! Emily, I hurt my hand.”

They are up and running towards Jack before he can finish calling for them, their shared cup of coffee abandoned on the bench they’d claimed as theirs for the morning. Emily is sure she must skim her knee as she lands on the floor next to him, the sting of it through her jeans just about registering in the back of her mind as she cups Jack’s face, Aaron’s hand over hers as they encourage him to look at them.

“Are you okay, buddy?” Aaron asks, wiping a tear from Jack’s face, “Are you hurt?”

Jack sniffs and shifts so he’s leaning against Emily, the fibreglass of his helmet knocking against her chin as she tugs him closer, her smile soft and encouraging as her eyes meet Aaron’s.

“I fell off my bike,” he sniffs, holding up his palm, showing that he’s skimmed it, bright red skin with small dots of blood shining up at them, “My hand hurts.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Emily says, unclipping his helmet for him and taking it off, “That looks sore.”

He nods and shifts closer to her the moment his helmet is off, “It is.”

Aaron holds his son’s hand and gets a closer look, “I don’t think you’ll need a bandaid, but we should clean it,” he says, digging through his coat pocket before he pulls out two individually wrapped antiseptic wipes.

Emily smiles at him, “You just…carry those around with you?”

He smiles too, winking at her as he rips the top off one of the packets, “I have a 7-year-old,” he says, nodding towards his pocket, “I have a whole pharmacy in here. Jack, this is going to sting,” he says, tightening his hold on his hand as he tries to pull it away, “But only a little, okay, I need you to be really brave.”

Jack nods, “Okay,” he says, turning to look at Emily, “You’ll keep hugging me, right?”

It feels like he has his hand wrapped around her heart, the earnest look in his eyes enough to make it skip a beat, the breath she sucks in painful as she nods and holds him tighter, stamping a kiss against his forehead, “Always, baby.”

Jack turns back to Aaron, missing the fond way Aaron smiles at them both, “I’m ready.”

Aaron wipes his skin gently, apologising to his son as he winces. Emily soothes him, her hand cupping the back of his head as she kisses his forehead, and then it’s over - his damaged skin clean and already no longer bleeding, and the offending wipe back in the packet it came from and in Aaron’s pocket.

“There we go,” Aaron says, smiling at Jack, “You were so brave, buddy.”

Jack furrows his brow, “You forgot to kiss it.”

“Of course, silly Daddy,” Aaron says, a fake dramatic flare to his voice that makes both Jack and Emily laugh. She smiles curiously as Aaron nods, pulling Jack’s hand closer to kiss it next to the broken skin, “All done.”

Jack turns to look at Emily and holds his hand out to her, “You have to kiss it too,” he says earnestly, his expression as serious as she’d ever seen it, “Otherwise it won’t get better.”

She looks over at Aaron and sees that same look in his eyes as she had just a few minutes ago, his smile full of adoration, and she looks back at Jack.

“Well, we can’t have that.” She kisses the palm of Jack’s hand and then pulls back, “There we go,” she says, kissing it again for good measure, “You know what I think?” She asks, waiting for Jack to shake his head in response, “I think because you’ve been so brave, Daddy should take us to that diner you like with the smiley face pancakes.”

His eyes widen with excitement and he turns to Aaron, “Can we?”

Aaron smiles and stands up, offering Emily a hand to help her up as Jack jumps to his feet, his injured hand already forgotten. Aaron raises an eyebrow at Emily, as if they didn’t both know he’d been thinking of suggesting the same thing, “You two could convince me of anything.”

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She finds him in their home office.

He’s left the door slightly open for her so she doesn’t knock, knowing if he didn’t want her in there with him he would have closed the door. It was a silent rule of theirs to let the other know if they truly wanted to be alone or if they wanted company. She pushes the door open and smiles as he looks up at her, a glass of untouched scotch in front of him and his tie abandoned somewhere on his desk.

“Hi honey,” she says, closing the door behind her, “Jack is asleep,” she says as she walks towards him, sitting on the edge of his desk, something in her chest easing when Aaron immediately reaches out for her, his palm warm and heavy through her leggings against her thigh, “He’s so excited I think he’ll wake us up earlier than he did at Christmas.”

Aaron chuckles at that and squeezes her thigh, “I’m excited too.”

She knows he is, knows that his seemingly solemn mood has nothing to do with her or their plans for tomorrow, but everything to do with his past. The chapter he’ll finally close when the morning rolls around.

They were getting married. He’d proposed a couple of months ago, and neither one of them wanted a long engagement. Aaron had said more than once that he’d take her lead, that he wanted to make sure she had the wedding she wanted, but all she wanted was to be his wife. They were going to city hall, just the two of them and Jack, in the morning, and she could feel the excitement bubbling under her skin. She was going to marry the love of her life in a dress she’d bought off the rack whilst he wore a suit she’d seen him in a hundred times before. It was beautiful in its simplicity, and she couldn’t have asked for anything more.

She knew Aaron was excited too, but it was different for him. He’d been down this road before, had promised forever to Haley in a church surrounded by their families, and it was a promise he hadn’t been able to keep. She knew it weighed heavily on him at times that he was getting another chance, that he was happy again, and that Haley would never be able to do the same.

“Want to talk about it?” She asks, reaching out for him to cup his cheek, her engagement ring cool against his skin as she encourages him to look at her. He nods, and she smiles as he turns his head to kiss her hand, his lips catching the band of her ring. She stands, and he moves without prompting, pushing himself back from the desk just enough to make room for her to sit on his lap. He wraps his arm around her as she settles against him, her side against his chest and she links one of her hands through his, rubbing her finger back and forth over the heel of his hand. She waits for him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t, so she carries on “She’d be happy for you, you know that right?”

He hums and squeezes her hand, “I like to think she would,” he sighs and shrugs, “But…”

It breaks her heart, the silence around them as he drifts off filling her lungs as her breath stutters in her chest, “I know she would be.”

He smiles sadly, “You didn’t know her very well, sweetheart. How can you be so sure?”

“Because I know you, and I know Jack, and there’s no way someone who you loved, or someone who is half of that amazing little boy, could be anything other than loving and kind,” she runs her fingers through his hair, “And, I was there when…” she drifts off and clears her throat, thinking of the final words of a mother who knew she’d never see her son again. It was strange to think that back then Aaron was just her friend and her boss, and Jack was his son. They weren’t hers yet, it hadn’t even crossed her mind that they one day could be.

Haley’s words were imprinted in her memory, burned into her brain, and now it was a promise that was also up to her to uphold, part of the role she’d agreed to when she walked into Aaron and Jack’s family and took a permanent place. She lifts his hand to her lips and kisses his knuckles, her lips catching against scars he’d earned when getting vengeance for the first woman he’d loved whilst protecting their son. His skin torn open on the face of a man who had tried to take everything from him and had almost succeeded.

It made Aaron’s gentleness all the more incredible and precious to her, because she knew what he was capable of, what he could be driven to but only when it was the only option left. He was a soft, gentle man despite everything in his life that had tried to harden him, a true show of the strength the rest of the world thought it understood when they saw it in him.

“She wanted you and Jack to be happy,” she says, kissing his knuckles again, “She would be happy for you.”

He nods and laughs, looking at her, his eyes shining with tears, “Did I ever tell you that she used to think I had a crush on you?”

She shakes her head, her eyes going wide, “No, you didn’t.”

“She used to ask me if I’d asked you out yet whenever we did handover with Jack,” he smiles, a hint of happiness peeking out from behind the sadness, “At one point she started threatening to ask you out for me.”

She laughs, “She’d love to know I eventually had to ask you out.”

He nods, “She really would,” he says, smiling as she reaches out to wipe a tear away from his cheek, unaware that he was crying at all until her skin touches his, “She’d love you.”

She clears her throat in an attempt to push her unexpected emotions down, but it forces them upwards, tears springing at the back of her eyes, “Well, I love her too,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, “How could I not when she’s part of our family?”

He doesn’t know how to respond, everything he wants to say seemingly not enough as it sticks in his chest. Instead of saying anything, he pulls her closer, resting his head against her chest, blowing out a slow breath as he listens to her heartbeat, letting it soothe him as she runs her fingers through his hair.

“I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow,” he says earnestly, and she rests her cheek against the top of his head, hugging him closer.

“I can’t wait to marry you either.”

___

Emily hums quietly, keen to make sure she doesn’t wake up anybody else in the house. She tilts her head to look down at the newborn baby fast asleep on her chest, smiling softly at the sight of her son’s cheek squished against her t-shirt and the small patch of drool below his mouth. It was their first night home from the hospital, the first night she had all her boys under one roof, and she wasn’t sure she could sleep despite being exhausted. She felt strangely wired, excitement and love making her restless in a way she’d never experienced in her entire life.

She and Aaron had already playfully argued at length who Issac looked the most like out of the two of them. She thought the newborn was all Aaron, apart from her unmistakable nose and her slightly darker hair, but Aaron insisted all he saw was her. She knew that would be part of the fun of watching her baby grow up, seeing who he took after in looks and personality, but for now, she couldn’t even bring herself to think about it. She wanted to sit in this phase of her life for as long as she could, the long hours and sleepless nights something she knew she’d one day look back on and wonder how time had moved so fast.

“Only the cutest boys get to drool on me, sweet boy,” she says, kissing the top of his head, “I hope you know that.”

“She says that to all the boys, Issac,” Aaron says, drawing her attention to where he’s standing in the living room doorway, his hair rumpled from sleep and his eyes tired, “She’s said it to me before.”

“That was when you had a tooth removed and I felt sorry for you,” She jokes as she kisses the top of Issac’s head, “Sorry if we woke you up,” she says to Aaron as he walks over to join them on the couch, “He wouldn’t settle so I brought him down here after I fed him.”

“No need to apologise, sweetheart,” he replies, kissing the top of her head as he wraps his arm around her, helping her shift closer to him so she’s comfortable, “You could have woken me up.”

“I know,” she replies, turning her head to kiss him, “But we were okay,” she looks back down at Issac, “Huh, Zaccy? And I was able to feed him without either one of us crying,” she says, smiling up at her husband, her pride unmistakable, “Which is more than we managed in the hospital.”

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her temple as he rests his hand over hers on Issac’s back, “I’m so proud of you.”

She beams at him, “Thank you,” she says, tears shining in her eyes as she leans in to kiss him, “I’m proud of me too,” she looks back down at her sleeping newborn and sighs contentedly, blowing out a shaky breath as a tear slips down onto her cheek, “I just want to stare at him forever. He’s so cute I could cry.”

“You are crying, Em,” Aaron replies softly, his tone gentle as he makes it clear he isn’t making fun of her whilst he wipes her tears away for her.

“Give me a break,” she grumbles good-naturedly, “I pushed a person out of my body two days ago. I’m allowed to cry.”

“I know,” he replies, running his hand up and down her arm, “You’re allowed whatever you want for the rest of our lives.”

She chuckles and reaches out for Issac’s hand, her breath catching in her throat when he grasps her finger, his tiny fist tight around it. “I know Reid would tell me that’s just a reflex,” she says, sniffing as she tries to push down the happy sob she feels building in her chest, “But it’s a really fucking cute reflex.”

“The cutest,” Aaron affirms, kissing the top of her head as she lifts her finger to her lips to kiss Issac’s tiny knuckles. She does it several times, stamping her lips against his soft skin, and then she lets her hand drop back down to her chest. She sucks in a shaky breath and Aaron continues to run his hand up and down her arm, “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I made that hand,” she says, her voice full of awe, “Isn’t that crazy? I made his perfect little hands.”

Aaron kisses her, his lips catching her cheek before her lips, and when he pulls back he smiles, and she already knows what he’s going to say, “It’s not crazy. You’re perfect - so of course he is too.”

She rolls her eyes at him but is cut off from saying anything by a cry from Issac. He rubs his face against her chest and she immediately starts to soothe him, “You’re okay, sweet boy,” she says, smiling when he roots against her, tugging her finger towards his mouth to suck on it, “You’re hungry again, huh?”

Aaron helps her rearrange her shirt and unclip the cup of her bra, and sits back afterwards, knowing she wants to get the hang of the rest of it by herself, “Maybe he just really likes your breasts,” Aaron quips, smiling widely when she raises an eyebrow at him, offering her a shrug in return, “He looks exactly like you, he had to get something from me?”

She smiles and shakes her head, adjusting her hold on Issac as he latches on, “Daddy thinks he’s funny, sweet boy.”

Aaron stands up and kisses the top of her head, “I’ll get your water bottle and a snack.”

“Thanks, honey,” she replies, looking up from Issac to watch Aaron leave before she returns her attention to her youngest son, “Want to know a secret, Zaccy?” She says, smiling as he wraps his hand around her finger again, making her wonder how something so small could mean so much, “Daddy is very funny, but we can never let him know.”

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Memory Lane (past Erwin Smith x Reader, Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Description: A fic about how the reader copes and moves on from death. Past Erwin x Reader and Levi x Reader as reader moves on. (More of a hinted Levi x Reader, it’s not really the focus) This was inspired by the AOT song Memory Lane. I tried to follow the canon timeline as much as possible with a little bit of creative freedom.

Warnings: Angst, grief, anger, depression, Character Death, comfort, moving on, mentions of injuries.

A/N: Firstly I am so sorry I have not posted in a while. Life has just been so busy. I will keep posting fics, but it’s gonna be some lengthy time in between posting. Anyway….I wanted to try writing a bit more of an angsty and slow burn fic, so keep in mind it is a bit depressing at times, but I did end it on a lighter note. Also I’m sorry if it’s not the best. I tried, but the ending isn’t the best. Enjoy and thank you for the support!

Can’t you see how much we lost? Thousands now have gone. But still we’re alive, now where we wanna be?

The vast expanse of blue is all that your brain can comprehend at the moment. In all of your wildest dreams, you had never imagined that you'd be standing here, seeing the "ocean" in person. You had never doubted your partners endless rants about there being an outside world, but now that you were seeing it, it was hard for you to fully grasp. So as the others race to rip their shoes off, the need to feel the water against their skin their top priority, you remain rooted in a complete standstill. The longer you stared, the more you came to realize how color of the water matched the hue of Erwin's eyes nearly perfectly, knocking the wind out of you. He’d never gotten to see this sight, races through your mind before you can stop it. Being in the Survey Corps you’d know death, experienced it first hand countless times, had managed to keep it together. But his death was different. It was like a tidal wave of grief, just as you thought you were getting better, the strong current sucked you backed in, drowning you. You were unable to prevent the salty tears that had slipped down your cheek, but you didn’t want to cry, not here, not now. So you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, hoping the pain would pass quickly.

“You ok?”, comes a familiar voice, one that you hadn’t heard in the past few weeks. You open your eyes, turning left to look down briefly at Levi. “I’m ok”, you mutter, unable to disguise the venom your voice held. You knew deep down Erwin’s death was not his fault, but you still hadn’t forgiven him for giving Armin the Titan serum. You honestly weren’t sure you ever will. An uneasy silence falls between the two of you, both unsure of what to say. So, the two of you simply stand silently, watching as the others goof off in the water for a time. The sun begins to sink below the horizon when you finally break the silence. “He never got to see this”, you say nearly inaudibly, but you know Levi heard you. You look into his steely blue eyes for a moment before stepping away, heading back towards the horses. “I’m sorry”, Levi says, much too quietly as the sunlight begins to slip away.

I’ll be here waiting for you, hope you find the way. Our home, sweetest home, you will come back to me.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”, Hange asks, eyeing you carefully. “No one would blame you if you wanted to sit this one out”, they continue. You sigh deeply, taking some time to ponder your thoughts. “There’s nothing left for me here. Besides we both know Erwin would have immediately planned a mission to see whatever is out there. So please let me do this”, you plead. Hange is quiet for a second before, “Very well, it won’t be today or probably even next week, but I promise you’ll be on that first mission”, they tell you. “Thank you”, you say, relief washing over you, happy to be able to live part of Erwin’s dream. “Before you go. I found something, something I think he would have wanted you to have”, Hange says, tone softer.

You glance at them curiously for a moment, watching as they placed a small dark satin box down on the desk. “Not that my words really mean anything, but he cared for you deeply”, Hange continues, choosing their words carefully. “I know had he not….aside from the Corps, you were Erwin’s world. He loved you and I’m sorry I’m the one that’s giving you this and not him”, they finish, the atmosphere now somber. You slowly reach out, carefully touching the smooth box, too scared to open it. “Thank you”, you manage to say evenly. You grab the small box, slipping it into your pocket before standing up, quietly dismissing yourself. As you step into the hall you nearly run into Levi, presumably on his way to speak to Hange, but you don't stop to apologize. You scurry down the hall, hoping to make it back to your room before another round of tears begins. Levi simply watches you go, knowing it was best to leave you alone for now.

In the wind, echoes of you. Let me know, memory lane. I wore the coat, the one you gave to me, meet me here.

The years had passed slowly and quickly at the same time. One year turned into two and then two years turned into five years without Erwin. So much had changed, the world you'd both know was completely gone. While time had begun to heal your wounds, seeing people who lived outside of the wall, the technology they brought with them was still painful to witness at times. The scouting trip to Marley was what finally pushed you to come to terms with reality. It was time to look towards the future.

You reach out and brush the old dirty brown leaves off of the grave that you were kneeling in front of. You fingers linger on his name etched into the now weathered stone. "Hey blondie", you begin, using his old nickname. In the beginning, Erwin had hated the name, but over time he had come to love it, turning it into a term of endearment, one that was only used behind closed doors. "This will probably be the last time I come here, it’s time…I need to let you go", you continue, you knew you weren't coming back. You'd made that decision after the world you knew had crumble before your very eyes. You couldn’t keep holding on to the past. Your hand moves to touch the necklace that rested on the hallow part of your throat, Erwin's final gift to you. "I wish you could have gotten to see all of this, but I know that you are here with me always", you finish. You take steading breath before leaning to kiss the stone briefly. "Goodbye Erwin", you murmur against the cool marble before standing up. You slowly walk back up the path towards the barracks. You pause, looking back towards the graveyard, taking in one final look. The past is the past, it's time to look towards the future, you think, knowing there was one last place to visit before you left.

A short while you knock on his door and when he gruffly says “Enter”, you take a calming breath. When the door opens and he sees that it’s you, Levi’s eyebrow shoots up quizzically for a second, but his face falls neutral again. “Surprised to see you here”, Levi comments. “I wanted to talk”, you say, standing awkwardly near his nearly empty desk. You weren’t the only one who seemed to be tying up loose ends. “So talk, I need to leave soon”, he replies dryly. Since that day on the beach years ago, the two of you had been indifferent. Back when Erwin was alive, you’d considered Levi one of your closest friends, but that all changed. You knew things would never be the same, but regardless you wanted to try. “I’m sorry”, you start. Levi looks up at you, face still indifferent. “After Erwin died I struggled, I was angry and I wanted to blame someone. That someone became you and it wasn’t fair. I was grieving my partner, but I forgot that you also lost one of your closest friends”, you continue, eyes staring down at the floor. “Things will never be the same, but I wanted you to know that I don’t blame you. Erwin died on his own terms”, you finish. The room fills with silence. You move your eyes to look at his face before you step towards his desk and place the green cloak you’d been holding down. “He would have wanted you to have this. I’ll see you tomorrow”, you say before you leave his office as quickly as you walked in.

Levi stares at the door for a moment once it’s shut before his eyes fall down to his desk. “I forgive you”, he mumbles before deeply sighing. Tomorrow would be a new chapter in both of your lives, whatever would happen he knew the were on the same team.

Life back then was simpler. Now it's not the same. The part you would play was so unthinkable . Feels likе only yesterday. I sat herе with you. We were in our hearts to be invincible.

“Levi”, you say, voice filled full of emotion as dread fills your body. Never had you seen him this injured before. He was humanities strongest soldier, he was the epitome of what a soldier in the scouts regiment should be. But as you finally reach him, that image fades away. You eyes scan his body, carefully assessing which wounds where the most fatal, trying to figure out where to start.

“Here”, Hange says, handing you what you assume is a medical kit, as they come to crouch next you. “Jesus fuck”, they mumble, moving to cut away what was left of his burnt uniform. “I’ll stitch the face, you take the chest and hand”, you tell Hange, trying your best to stay neutral, knowing Levi would never forgive you if you let your emotions take over. “Got it”, Hange says, opening the kit, pulling out various supplies. The two of you work quickly, cleaning the wounds, hearing the occasional groans that fall from Levi’s mouth, though he remains unconscious. “I can’t save the eye…I’ll need to stitch it up to stop the bleeding”, you tell Hange, tone frustrated. “Yeah well his fingers are long gone. Right now it’s about saving his life, not about keeping him pretty”, they reply, tone bleak.

With the stitching done, the two of you wrapped his wounds with the sterile bandages, knowing there was nothing else to be done. “I’m going to do a quick scout”, Hange says, pulling on their green cloak. “Stay here, keep an eye on Levi, I’ll be back soon”, they finish before disappearing into the now dark woods. You stay close to Levi, keeping a watchful eye on the steady rise and fall of his chest, still worried he could succumb to his injuries. The worry only slightly fades when his hoarse voice breaks the silent evening air. “Y/N”, he croaks, trying to sit up. You’re quick to push him back down. “Stop, you need to rest”, you tell him, trying hard to keep your voice steady.

Levi lays back down, his good eye catching your face. “Zeke?”, he questions. “Got away”, you reply, watching anger seep into his visible features. “Don’t worry, we’ll get him”, you continue, trying to reassure him. “Not exactly gonna happen if we kept lounging around”, Levi responds curtly. You could hear the frustration and disappointment in his voice. He’d failed Erwin again, the one promise he’d made him that he hasn’t be able to keep. “We aren’t lounging. You need to reciprocate. You nearly fucking died Levi”, you say taking the opportunity to check his bandages, making sure they remained in place.

“I wish I had”, slips from his mouth before he can even stop himself.

“What?”, you say, turning to look at him. “Y/N-” he starts but you cut him off. “How dare you fucking say that. We’ve all had shitty lives Levi, we’ve all lost people we cared about”, you start, voice raised. “But that’s the job! So sorry I saved your life. Maybe you forgot that I care for you, and I didn’t want to lose you either”, you continue, your emotions taking control, tears gathering in your eyes. “I can’t lose you, not after Erwin”, you finish, voice falling quiet, the last part barely audible. You were angry, angry that Zeke got away and Levi was nearly killed in the process. When was this hell going to end, you think as you try to calm yourself down. A weak, but steady hand grips your own, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean like that, I’m just so…tired” Levi says. “I know, I just, don’t know what I’d do without you”, you tell him honestly.

Before Levi has a chance to respond Hange comes back. “Sorry to break up this little party, but we’ve got things to do”, they say slightly out of breath. It’s only when Hange comes closer to the fire that you see the make shift wagon they brought with them. “That for me”, Levi asks. “Yep, first light we move out. We need to back to base and reassess”, they reply coming to sit down next to you. “It’s time to get rid of these Jeagerists”, Hange continues, tone darker. The conversation falls into somber silence, the true meaning of their words sinking in. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

In the wind. Echoes of you. Let me know. Memory lane. I wore the coat. The one you gave to me. Meet me here.

Thick mist fills your vision as you try to find the others. You move slowly, limping forward as you try to gain your bearings. As you continue to move forward you see a figure in the distance. You quicken the pace when you see some blond hair, thinking Armin was just up ahead. “Armin we..”, you start but the words die in your mouth as the figure comes into the full view. “Erwin”, you whisper, pain laced in your voice. His blue eyes lock onto yours for a moment. It was as if time were frozen. He looked so young, almost carefree. You watch as a smile breaks out across his face, before his fist comes to rest on his heart. “Erwin”, you say again, moving to reach out towards him, but before you can touch him, he slips away like a distant memory after a moment of clarity.

Just then the mist fades and the sunlight peaks through the clouds and the reality of what happens finally sinks in. The war was over and you had survived. You fall to your knees with a strangled cry. You had survived. As that phrase repeats through your mind, you wonder who else has survived and that’s when he finally enters your mind. “Levi”, you say quietly at first, standing up. “Levi”, you repeat, this time shouting as you move quickly across the barren landscape. “Lev-” you begin but stop as you take in the form of someone sitting up against some rocks. You run closer and relief instantly hits your body as you see that it is Levi.

“Levi”, you shout again as you race towards him. Your body slams into him with a forceful thud, knocking the wind out of both of you. “Fuck”, he mutters as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Sorry”, you say as you move back. “I just can’t believe that we’re alive”, you say breathless. “Calm down”, Levi mutters, but even you can hear the relief in his voice. You move to sit next him, now in no rush to leave, knowing that Levi can’t walk with his injured leg, but also knowing that someone would eventually find you.

It’s quiet for a time before, “Levi?”, you ask softly. “What?”, he murmurs back. “What happens now?”, you question, turning to look at him. He looks at you for a moment before shrugging his shoulder. “No fucking clue”, he responds a bit a later. “All I know is that I’m done with this shit”, he continues. “Will you go back?”, you ask him, softly as more time passes. “Nope, I need a fresh a start. Something else, something new”, Levi responds, choosing his words carefully. “What about you?”, he asks. You shrug your shoulders. “I said my goodbyes. There’s nothing left for me there” you say turning to look at him. His dark blue eye looks into yours. “Do you want to…try this new life together?”, you ask him quietly. Levi closes his eyes and leans his head back against the rock. “As long your ok with me no longer being humanities strongest soldier”, he mutters. You chuckle slightly, “You know that was never important to me”, you mumble, your hand falling down, placed between the two of you. “I know”, Levi replies quietly before his hand falls on top of yours, squeezing it gently. The war was finally over, you were ready to start a new chapter in your life, this time with Levi in it.

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