#i love that twice is still in my top 5 though

[acciocolinmorgan]

[charliemwrites]

Part 5 of Mister(s) Steal Your Girl

Long awaited, but no Johnny smut just yet. Soon, I promise. (And Kyle will be back. It's been so long since he's gotten to smooch our dear reader.)

Also! A little reminder than you can check the queue to see what I plan to post for next. I try to update it often as the worms wiggle. Next I plan to do the final chapter of Greater Bad. (Unless I get my not-so-secret, no-longer-a-surprise oneshot out first)

Lastly! Please note that I wrote the "posts" from his perspective. So inconsistencies with the actual story and any grammar/spelling errors were purposeful or for "authenticity".

Content: Brandon.

r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ I asked my fiancé for an open relationship before marriage. It worked. A while ago I posted on r/adultery about the affairs (yes, multiple) I was having behind my then-gf’s back. We’d already been dating for ~4 years and I was seeing one of my coworkers (my “work wife”) regularly and one of her coworkers on and off. People on my other post were critical and called me all sorts of things like selfish and pig. I know it’s not traditional, but I genuinely don’t think I could ever be satisfied by one woman. My work wife (Rachel) and fiance’s coworker (Lucy) provide things my fiancé just can’t but I still love my fiancé. She’s the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. When I posted on r/adultery I was trying to figure out how to propose without her finding out. I knew she’d expect me to help with stuff and possibly want to look at my phone more often. It would have been harder to sneak off to meet up with Lucy or Rachel with wedding planning and I was sick of being stressed she would find out. Some nicer people on the post suggested I ask for an open relationship. I took their advice and sat her down to sell the idea. It’s a good thing I’m so good at sales (top 3% in my company for 5 years in a row) because she agreed. Yes, actually agreed. At first she got kind of pale and her eyes got really big and blank. I thought for sure she was about to start crying and run off. Maybe even kick me out. She doesn’t really get angry but she gets upset and it freaks me out. After I explained everything about how good it would be for us though, she agreed. This is my official unlimited hallpass. I’ve been seeing Rachel on weekends and Lucy once or twice during the week for drinks. Tonight I’m going to sign up for every dating site I can. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge. If anyone has other suggestions, I’ll check those out too. Fiance has been kind of off but I think it’s just an adjustment period. Sometimes I can tell she’s been crying but she hasn’t come to me about it so she’s probably just being emotional about all the changes. At least she’s got our house to focus on while she gets used to things. I feel a little bad about running out every night but she’s just so mopey and sad all the time and it’s not enjoyable to be around. I know she probably feels like I’m abandoning her a little but once she starts getting back to normal I’ll spend time with her again. You really can have your cake (all the cakes heh) and eat them too. Edit: no, I never told her that I already had Lucy and Rachel and I’m not going to. What good would it do? She’s already agreed to an open relationship and telling her that I didn’t have permission first would just hurt her for no reason.

Kyle’s been gone for two (long, lonely) weeks when he finally gets a chance to call. So far, he’s only been able to send scattered texts at odd hours. Always something sweet – telling you he’s alright, or that he’s thinking of you. Sometimes you even catch him for a brief exchange before he apologizes and “goes dark” again.

Not that you begrudge it. This is part and parcel of dating him and you knew that going in. You’re not complaining when he’s putting his life on the line so that the public can live in blissful peace.

That doesn’t stop you from missing him though. His hugs, his smile. Getting his voice - even roughened by distance - is a nice compromise though.

“How have you been holding up, chickadee?” he asks after the initial reassurance that he’s whole and hale. 

“Easier this time!” you answer proudly. “I know what to expect with you gone and Johnny’s good company.”

“Yeah?” he asks, sounding pleased.

You can just imagine him now, leaning his hip against the nearest surface, arms crossed over his broad chest. He tends to duck his head when he smiles, and you unintentionally grin to yourself, thinking of him hiding into his phone. God, you miss him. 

“Mhmm! We found a board game bar that you’re going to love. Oh, and we’re going to the Hay Festival this weekend.”

He hums. “I’m sorry I can’t be there to take you, luv, but I knew Johnny would be good to you.”

More than good to you, really. There’s not been a day he doesn’t call to check up on you - if he doesn’t see you in person, that is. Dinner, movies, coffee. He’s somehow both a gentleman and an incorrigible flirt, but only with you. He’s nothing more than polite to anyone else, keeping his focus on you and whatever the two of you are doing.

You don’t know what to do with the undivided attention. If you didn’t know better…

“You two are getting close,” Kyle observes.

“I think so,” you admit, then hesitate. “Is… that okay?”

“‘Course, luv. I’m glad.”

You blink. “You are?”

“He’s my best mate and you’re my best girl.”

An odd pang of anxiety pierces your chest. Johnny calls you that too. His “best girl.” You love hearing it - but maybe you shouldn’t?

“It… doesn’t bother you? That we’re spending so much time together.”

He snorts softly, but it’s not derisive. It’s a noise he makes whenever he thinks you’re being silly, but his voice comes out soft and warm. Not an ounce of condescension.

“No, baby, I’m not fussed. You spend your time with whoever you want, however you want. Yeah?”

Your chest floods with warmth. “Okay.”

“There’s a love. I’ve got a brief, so I have to go. I’ll call soon as I can.”

“Be safe, Ky.”

“Do my best. Give Soap a smooch for us, aye?”

You blink as he hangs up. That’s a new one.

You ponder over it while packing on Thursday night. Was it just a joke? A tease at the little crush you’ve developed for Johnny?

Because it is a crush, you know it is. It’s impossible not to be attracted to him. Not with that smile, that laugh, the goofy humor and sweet mannerisms. He still sends you flowers every few weeks - just as the previous ones are about to die. It’s so thoughtful; you’ve started feeling a bit warm every time you look at them.

But you feel greedy, being even remotely interested in anyone else. You have Kyle and Brandon (even if you two are going through a… patch) and that should be enough for you. Shouldn’t it? You’ve never been with more than one person at a time before; it took you weeks to shake the compulsory guilt when you first met Kyle. It feels almost unforgivably audacious to want Johnny too, especially since he’s Kyle’s best mate.

Still… Kyle’s not a jealous or passive-aggressive guy. You’ve been with him long enough now that you know he’d just tell you outright if he was unhappy about something. And he’s been with you long enough that he can surely tell you’re more than a bit fond of Johnny.

Maybe that’s why he made the joke about “smooching” him.

Regardless, you want to talk to him about it. Things always make sense when you think out loud to him. His levelheaded and practical approach to difficult topics always straightens your panic spirals out into neat lines.

Plus, it’s not as comforting to hold your own hand. (God, when is he getting back?)

“Where are you going?”

You blink up at Brandon, folded pajamas in hand.

“The Hay Festival,” you answer.

Speaking of - you slip past him into the bathroom. He doesn’t follow, rooted to the spot spinning his phone around in his hands.

“Alone?”

You snort. “Of course not, I’m going with a friend.”

The allergy pills are at the bottom of the medicine basket beneath the sink. You really need to organize it the next time Johnny’s too busy to hang out. There’s no way you need three bottles of paracetamol. 

“I need that suitcase.”

You toss the bottle in and pivot for the dresser. “What for?”

He shifts, eyes sliding away. “An… overnight.”

Ah. That’s what he’s calling it now?

You snatch a few (too many) pairs of underwear from the dresser.

“Just bring them here,” you say over your shoulder.

There’s a long, tense beat of silence but you’re too busy rummaging for socks to break it first. Will it be too warm for thigh-highs? Eh, you’ll go with the sheer ones; the little lace roses match one of your dresses anyway.

“Bring who here?” Brandon asks slowly.

When you turn, he looks paler than usual. You shrug, trying to project casual comfort.

This is a totally normal and reasonable conversation to have. Just a couple in an open relationship, discussing a stranger coming to the house for a shag. Nothing to make a fuss over.

“Whoever you need the suitcase for? I know you’ve had people over before anyway, and I’ll be gone all weekend.”

He stutters, color returning to his face in bright pink blooms. “Why do you think I’ve had people over before?”

You arch an eyebrow. “I do the laundry, remember? And there was lipstick on one of the wine glasses.”

That had sent you into a tizzy at the time, disgusted that some stranger was in your bed, with your fiancé. You washed the sheets twice on the hottest setting and tossed in a bit of bleach for good measure. Hadn’t been able to look at him the whole week - not that he was there much to not look at.

Now, though, you seem to have adjusted to the idea, even if you’re still not thrilled. Brandon can have his… whoever over, and you’ll goof around with Johnny in Wales.

“Just toss the bedding in the wash afterwards,” you add.

“I thought you do the laundry,” he sniffs.

“I’m not traveling all day just to do chores when I get home,” you answer. He does a double take like you’ve started speaking a new language. “You’ll be here all weekend, I’m sure you’ll have time.”

He opens his mouth, and you can tell already that he’s about to argue - though you don’t really know what about. It’s not like he can’t do laundry or dishes, after all. He lived alone before you moved in together.

Thankfully, his phone distracts him before he can form the words. He spins away to tap at the screen and shuffles out of the room, shoulders till tense. You go back to packing and teasing Johnny about the amount of hair gel he’ll bring.

Friday afternoon can’t come fast enough. Even though you’ve taken a half day from work, the few hours seem to drag. You’re practically daydreaming about the food and drinks, music and activities. There’s a baker’s dozen art stalls you want to check out as well, and a gift to pick out for Kyle…

“Hope yer thinkin’ o’ me when ye make tha’ face.”

Your head snaps around so fast, you nearly give yourself whiplash. Johnny grins down at you in all his casually handsome glory – ripped jeans, green tee, and brown boots. Angels are singing somewhere, you think. Or maybe that’s just your nosy coworkers ogling from their own cubicles.

The reality of him sinks in a moment later and you leap up from your cushy chair – and right into his arms. He’s like a furnace compared to the cool, conditioned air of your office, a welcome source of warmth for your chilly fingers.

“What are you doing here?” you giggle. “Who let a rowdy guy like you in?”

He smells like bergamot and pine. It takes active thought to resist pressing your face into the crook of his neck. It looks cozy there.

As always, he squeezes you a bit tighter just before letting go.

“Hey now, Marcy’s a discerning lady. She knows a fine gentleman when she sees one.”

You snort, belied by the smile curling your lips. “She may need new glass then.”

“Och, don’t go talkin’ poor about my second-best gal now.”

“Is it that easy to get in your good graces?” you scoff, glancing at the time on your computer. It’s later than you expected; no wonder he came up to retrieve you. You spent so long daydreaming that you’ve lost track of time.

“Aw don’ be green, dove, you’re still my number one. Send ye flowers ‘n all.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, and now I’m wondering just how special that is.”

He stands close, proclaiming his case for how obviously special you are while you shut everything down for the weekend. You’re only half listening to the bit, admittedly. Mostly just basking in your excitement for the mini road trip and the weekend to come. You have no doubt that it’s going to be fun, even if it would be better with Kyle along too.

“Where are you headed off to?” Lucy asks.

“Hay Festival,” you answer shortly.

You’ve never been a big fan of Lucy, but lately she’s been insufferable. Talking over you during meetings, leaving you out of emails, throwing away papers at the printer. (Okay, you haven’t seen her do that last one, but you know.) Worst of all, she can help but make backhanded comments about every flower delivery.

“You’re not taking Brandon?” she simpers. “Something wrong?”

“He’s hanging out with a friend this weekend too,” you correct, “and he doesn’t like hay.”

“Shame that,” Johnny adds, sounding like it’s not a shame at all.

You haven’t told him much about Brandon – but you’re sure that Kyle has. From the face Johnny makes the rare times your fiancé comes up in conversation, he doesn’t think much of Brandon.

“Have fun you two!” your manager, Selene, calls.

You wave and shoot Lucy one last, unimpressed glance before stepping onto the elevator with Johnny.

r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ My fiancé is going on a weekend getaway with another man. I’ve posted in r/adultery and r/cakeeater before. I’m not looking for judgement or insults here. I really just want advice.

A little context: my fiancé and I are in an open relationship and it’s been like this for a few months now. I originally asked her to ope the relationship and for a while she was weird about it but lately she’s been getting sbetter. I thought she was finally getting used to me going out with other women and things were getting back to normal.

A few weeks ago, I noticed she was on her phone more. Like, all the time. Even at dinner when she used to be really picky about phones at the table. One day I came home from work and she was talking on the phone to someone. Giggling and laughing. When I turned the corner she was kind of blushing too. It kind of bothered me but I figured she was talking to a friend and just hot from cooking or something.

Lucy texted me pissed off one day, asking why I was sending my fiancé flowers but not her. I told her I hadn’t sent any flowers. I think they’re way too expensive for how long they realistically last and that they take up a lot of unnecessary space. But I thought it was weird that someone was sending my fiancé flowers and got kind of uncomfortable. That’s a pretty romantic gesture and her family isn’t the type to randomly send flowers either.

I tried taking her out on a date but she was all mopey again and turned her phone to ‘do not disturb’ so I wouldn’t even see if she was texting someone. We don’t have much to talk about now. I love her but she’s not a good storyteller or into very interesting things. All her ‘funny stories’ are just mundane things that happen during the day. We’ve run out of interesting topics about because we’ve been together so long. (That’s why I like having more than one partner.)

Yesterday she randomly started packing for a trip. I don’t even think she was planning to tell me until I asked her. She was packing a bunch of cute clothes too. Like dresses and tights and things like that. Stuff she only used to wear on our dates. I asked who she was going with and she just said ‘a friend’ which is weird because she would usually say the name of someone even if I don’t remember who they are.

Well today Lucy sent me a picture of my fiancé leaving her job with some guy. I couldn’t see his face because he was turned away, but I could see the side of my fiancé’s face and she was smiling at him. I got this awful sinking feeling in my chest like it was hard to breathe. It took me a few minutes to process that she’s going away for a weekend with a complete stranger.

Doesn’t she know how dangerous that is? Where did she even meet this guy? They’ll be gone all weekend so are they sharing a room? A bed? I nearly threw up thinking all these things as I called her.

I asked her to cancel her plans and come home. She seemed confused and reminded me that her plans were with someone else and it would be rude to ditch last minute. I told her I wanted to spend the weekend with her and that I’d been missing her. She seemed surprised and said that she’d see me on Sunday night, but she was looking forward to the festival with her ‘friend’ and wanted to go. As a last ditch effort I asked if her friend was more important than me, nearly begging at that point. She must have heard the desperation in my voice, but she just told me that she was already on the road and it was too late.

My fiancé doesn’t like lying but it’s hard to believe this guy was just a friend. Even if she sees him as a friend I know how men think and I doubt he sees her the same way.

She said some other weird stuff before she left about having someone over while she was gone. I don’t get it. How could she just casually invite someone else into our house like that? Has she had other people over? Is she dating now?

I’m not sure what to do. I don’t like that she put this trip over me. Should I talk to her about how bad this makes me feel? Should I call again and tell her to come home more forcefully? Am I blowing all of this out of proportion?

Edit: she doesn’t know that I’ve been seeing Lucy. I haven’t told my fiancé about any of the women I’ve been seeing. (mostly just Lucy and Rachel. I’ve done a lot of texting through apps and gone on a bunch of first place, but most women don’t put out right away and I usually can’t be bothered to get to know them better). Even then, I wouldn’t tell her about lucy. They don’t get along and never have. It would cause a lot of unnecessary drama.

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[slvtforoldermen]

SKZ x Sex Drive

How horny are the members of Stray Kids: Most to Least.

Warnings: Smut duh. Discussions of sex drive and boundaries. Pegging implied.

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1. Jisung

- Are we surprised? He gets so desperate and so clingy like, all he wants is to be inside you or for you to be inside him~ He’s so soft and sweet but he’s so horny and desperate that he can’t help but cum the minute he slides into your pussy. He makes up for it though, he always does, because he eats you are so good after. He gets so upset if you don’t wanna have sex with him if you’re busy or just not feeling it. He’ll be pouty yes, but he would never EVER want you to feel guilty about not being in the mood.

2. Changbin

- Okay, imo this man is HORNY!! Like, his sex drive is high, not creepy high where he’s thinking about sex 24/7, but when he sees even an inch of your skin that you usually cover, even when it’s starting to get warmer after a cold winter and you wear shorts or a crop top for the first time, he can’t keep his thoughts away. He gets frustrated easily, so he’s not having sex with you everyday because he can just go to the gym if he wants to let off some steam, and if you’re not in the mood, he’ll drill it into your mind that he’s not mad before you runs off to the gym. He just, he loves you so much and you have to torture him by having such a sexy body. It’s not fair, let him like… eat your pussy or something, once a day at least?

3. Felix

- Guys, he just, he’s just so lovable and romantic when he’s horny. He’s so gentle. You’ll be in the kitchen and even though he’s stressed and horny out of his mind, he’ll still wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your neck softly, quietly begging asking if he can take you to bed. If you say no, he’ll be so so understanding, all he’ll want is a cuddle and to vent about what happened the day. He’s incredibly horny, yes, but he knows your boundaries and he wouldn’t ever dare cross them.

4. Bangchan

- Now listen here, when this man wants to restrain himself he will, but when he’s horny, he’s a monster. There’s a reason why the man wrote Railway, it’s because he’ll run a train onto you. When he’s mad or stressed, he’ll be rough, grunting and groaning as if he’s a… wolf 😏. But he wouldn’t hurt you, he wouldn’t ever try to hurt you. Even when he’s mad, he’ll still check up on you, and prep you. That’s a must now cmon, have you seen him? If you say no, he won’t even touch you unless you ask him to, he treats you a little too delicately, which sometimes pisses you off, and then you need to prove to him that you’re not made of glass.

5. Jeongin

- BARK BARK!! Sorry, it’s very clear he’s my bias wrecker. Anyway, Jeonginnie isn’t the horniest of the bunch, despite a lot of contradiction, he’s got a lot of self control when it comes to his sex drive. But when Jeongin fucks, Jeongin fucks. He’ll go down on you as if you was addicted to your taste (when he defo is but he won’t admit it), he’ll be sweet sometimes, smiling at you sweetly as you look so pretty under him, he’ll praise you and kiss you for hours. But when he’s stressed, GAWD DAYUM, daddy toast has arrived. Due to being the youngest, he has an inkling of a control kink, he’s not submissive at ALL, so he’ll be rough with you when he’s mad, unless you tell him to stop. If you tell him no, he’ll be slightly confused, because now he has a raging boner and no idea what to do, but always ends up jerking off. NEVER makes you feel bad, he loves you way too much for that.

6. Seungmin

- A lot of people think he’s horny, however, I think Seungmin’s sex drive depends on yours. If he wasn’t with you, he would probably jerk off like once or twice a week. He’s got better things to do with his time. But he finds how horny you get endearing, and that gets him horny. If he is horny and you’re not in the mood, you guys will end up cuddling and he’ll hold you. He secretly loves domesticity. If he’s frustrated he’ll be rough: if he’s calm, well… that all depends on you being bratty or not.

7. Hyunjin

- Like Changbin, Hyunjin has other vices, but unlike Changbin, he can keep his horniness down impeccably well. Ever since he started painting regularly, he doesn’t feel as horny as often. When he does, he’s so romantic. I can’t picture this man being rough: he’s a soft dom, period, the end. When you say no, he’ll offer to paint you, which is something you can’t say no to, he loves painting you, half of his paintings are just you. Overall, he’s a sweet lover who loves painting you, whether that be on an easel with acrylics, or on your body with his cum.

8. Lee Know

- The same situation as Seungmin. His sex drive depends on yours. He’s a talented lover and he’ll take his time with you. He’s gentle and loving, but when you want him to be rough, his sweet switch will turn off and he’ll be mean easy. I don’t believe this man is cold at all, he’s kind and gentle and loving… until you’re a brat and you break that barrier, then he’ll fuck you into tomorrow, with tomorrow’s aftercare being incredible. If you say no, he’ll be a little confused, because normally you’re the one initiating, so he feels a little insecure, but once you explain why, he’ll smile and cuddle you. Minho’s a cuddler, period.

Least

[pinkynana]

aita for hooking up with a random man i met at the club while i was in a fight with my boyfriend?

Summary: Your boyfriend always told you that he hated girls at the club, saying that they were easier than prostitutes and such. Which drove you to the decision to go to a club after your hundredth fight with him, just to provoke him. It was never your intention to be in another man’s arms that night.

Word count: 1.7k words

CW : car sex, pussy slapping, spanking, dirty talk, mean(ish)dom!chenle, unprotected sex, fingering, cheating, chenle calls reader a slut (like, twice?), squirting, tell me if i missed anything

Not proofread and probably won’t ever be.

After having a fight with your boyfriend, you decided to spend the night dancing at some unfamiliar club you only knew about because your friend, Jisung worked there as a bartender. Clubbing was never your nature and you made it obvious when you stuck around Jisung the whole night, clutching your purse and giving side eyes to literally everyone who dared to come near you. Jisung chuckled, noticing your awkward stance by the bar he was attending. 

“I told you, you won’t even like it here.” you huffed at his comment. “Well, yeah. But my boyfriend hates girls who go to the club. He said they’re worse than prostitutes because they give away sex for free.”

“Don’t you have sex with him for free, though?”

“Exactly! Also, he literally subscribes to a bunch of girls on onlyfans.”

“You should dump him,”

You sighed right after that suggestion. You knew that was the right thing to do. Anyone could see the red flags on your bum ass of a boyfriend. But how could you break up with the lover you’ve been with for over 5 years? If you were being completely honest, it’s not that you still 100% loved him. It’s the attachment you have on him that was stopping you. And after dumping him then what? You would have to start all over again. Meeting someone new, telling them your likes and dislikes, if you had any dreams, convincing them to meet your parents. It’s all too exhausting. It’s easier to stick with what you have right now. No matter how many times you fought.

You felt a presence taking a seat next to you on the bar. You heard him taking an order to jisung but you paid no attention to it. You weren’t there to meet new people. It was just to provoke your boyfriend and make him regret ever having an argument with you. 

“Hey,” you heard the person next to you called. He waited for you to look up to him before he slid his hotel card towards you as it stopped its motion because of your glass of cola. He then immediately stepped down from his seat and left the bar. Jisung chuckled again, looking at your speechless reaction. “Shut up, ssung. I’m not here for that and you know it.” you said before leaving the bar to chase after the man to give him his hotel keycard back. You were completely clueless of club culture. You could have just thrown it away.

-

You only reached to the stranger when he stopped by what you assumed was his car. “This belongs to you.” you handed him the card. He raised an eyebrow, looking at you from his sunglasses. “You don’t want to spend the night with me?” You observed him keeping the card in the back of his pocket. 

“No, thanks. I have a lot on my plate right now. And I have a boyfriend.”

The stranger leaned his back against his car. His head tilted playfully before he said “Really? Is he prettier than me?” That’s when you questioned why you haven't realized how amazingly gorgeous the man before you is.  And this very man is trying to get into your panties. You chuckled to yourself, a thousand situations going through your head, most of them involving your boyfriend’s reaction to you cheating on him with a random man you just met at the club. But what made you chuckle, really, was how satisfied that would make you. Being a good girlfriend is definitely not your top priority when his isn’t about being a good boyfriend to you either.

“What’s your name?” you asked. “So I know who’s name I’m screaming tonight.” He drew a smile on his lips before pulling you into his arms, pushing you against his car. “Chenle.” he whispered. 

“Chenle..” you repeated, cupping his face as you stared into his eyes. He then plants his first kiss on you, pulling you in close with his arms on your waist. “Foxy, i like it,” he said when he broke the kiss so he could open the door to the backseat of his car, pushing you into it. You giggled, looking at him crawling on top of you and you swore to god that you’ve never seen anyone so gorgeous before. He closed the door behind him before he planted kisses on your neck. “You smell fucking amazing.” he groaned. You felt his tongue run across your whole neck which earned him a small moan from you. Before you knew it, you reached for his hand as you guided it underneath your dress. You saw his smirk with the help of the lights outside his car. He pressed three of his fingers on your lips. “You must really like me, huh?”

“Yea..”

“So wet already for me, just from kissing?” You couldn’t help but moan when he pushed your panties to the side, two of his fingers inside you. You gasped right after he quickly pulled out to give your pussy a slap. 

“I asked you a question, darling.” You bucked your hips to feel even just a little bit of his touch as you whined. “Want you inside me, I’m so wet for you, Chenle. Just for you.” Your arms reached out to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What a good slut you are,” He said as he continued making out with you while also fingering you at the same time. He caught your moans in his mouth, playing with your pussy just as much as he likes. And he definitely wasn’t a gentleman about it, going according to his speed. You could hear your wetness squelching with his thrusts, it was almost embarrassing. How could you feel so good from the touch of this man who, the only thing you knew about him, was his name? 

As his ring and middle finger was busy fucking your hole, he used his thumb to rub your clit in circles. It was as if it’s his goal to drive you insane. At this point, this would be the fastest you would reach an orgasm. “Ngh.. Chenle.” You whined his name. “Yeah? Feels good?” He went down to kissing your jaw and neck. “So good. It’s so good, keep going.” Though your eyes were closed shut, you could tell he had a cocky smirk plastered on his face. However, Chenle wasn’t a gentleman. You gasped when he pulled his fingers out of you. You gasped again when he flipped the position as he pulled you so you’d sit on his lap.

“Take off your dress for me, baby.” he caressed your face softly. It was probably the first time he was delicate to you that night. You giggled before you reached for the zipper to take off that one piece of a fabric off your body. You never even noticed the way your hips were grinding on his lap voluntarily until he gave you a spank on your ass. “You wanna ride me, ride me properly.” 

The way Chenle naturally dominates you was the sexiest thing ever. Whatever he said to you, it felt right to just oblige without question. So you unzipped his jeans, pulling them down along with his undergarment, just enough to let his throbbing dick out. And it was evident to you that you weren’t the only one who's excited for the night. The way his tip blazed in an angry red as it slapped his abs the moment you took it out, it made you drool. When did he even unbutton his dress shirt? “Go ahead, you know what to do,” he encouraged.

And without any further say, you slipped your panties to the side just as he did before, lifting your hips while your hand reached down for his cock. You let out a silent moan the moment his tip kissed your entrance. You could already taste the pleasure that was about to come to you and you couldn’t wait so you pushed yourself down so you could sit properly on his cock. It took a couple minutes until you could take him balls deep inside of you. You sighed in pleasure. “So good, baby. Ready?” he asked. You nod your head. “Hey, look at me.” he pinched your chin to turn your face to him.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, you won’t even remember your boyfriend’s name.”

Truth be told, he was long gone from your brain. Now all that occupied your mind was Chenle. Chenle. Chenle. Chenle. Chenle. Chenle. You were chanting his name along with the rhythm of his thrusts. Just because you were on top of him, didn’t mean you were in charge. You wanted to move with him but the way he was taking control of you was hot, you didn’t want anything to change. He gave your ass a squeeze when you started scratching his back while moaning in pleasure. “You hear how sloppy your pussy is?” he was definitely referring to how wet you were down there. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“Feels like I’m addicted to your cock already,” 

“I know that’s fucking right,” His hands moved upwards to your waist, bouncing you on his cock like you’re some kind of cock sleeve for him. But it felt so good, you feared that if Chenle had asked you to be his cock sleeve, you would say yes before he would even finish his sentence. And he was thrusting faster, if that was even possible. The grip you had on his shoulder, being fucked by this beautiful stranger at the backseat of his car. The thought drove you closer to your climax. 

“Fuck, Chenle. I’m gonna cum.”

“Make a mess, slut. Make a wild fucking mess that your pussy juice stains my seats and my car would smell like your slutty pussy,” It’s amazing how you felt more turned on with his dirty talking when you swore to god you’d slap anyone who calls you a slut. But for Chenle, you wanted to be a slut. His slut. His dirty slut who dirtied his car seats with your squirt from the best sex you ever had. There was nothing to be ashamed of as he followed suit, pulling out of you and cumming on your thighs, letting the liquid slide down to his seats too. 

“So what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

“As far as I could remember.. I don’t have a boyfriend,”

[xavimeow]

miscellaneous love and deepspace spicy headcanons

disclaimer: i am not a writer im not even a poster i simply want to post my random thoughts ok do not expect shakespearian riddles in here :3 also fem reader ig but most could be general

Xavier:

-switch but is the most dominant out of the 4

-likes when you act bratty because he enjoys giving punishments

-focuses alot more on your pleasure than his, like he will sit there and give you 5 orgasms in a row on his fingers, tongue, knee, or whatever and not even think about the fact his dick is 2 seconds from exploding

-likes to be really close to you while fucking, basically lays completely on top of you

-not even in a controlling, keeping you in place kind of way, hes simply likes feeling your entire body on his

-actually likes being in control when you're riding him, grabbing you by the waist and holding you inplace while he thrusts into you while his mouth sucks and kisses all over your chest

-not a biter but rather a licker

-likes putting you in a mating press so he can just lick and kiss your neck while asking you if you like it

-wants you to tell him how good he's making you feel at all times

-sensitive ears to both touch and sound

-lovessss when you dirty talk and when you get especially loud while hes pleasuring you

-the second you go to cover your mouth hes grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the bed because how dare you not let him hear every pretty sound being forced out of you by him

-likes to be smothered a bit when going down on you

-when he says sit on his face he means SIT DOWN ON HIS FACE LIKE A CHAIR OK NONE OF THAT HOVERING BS

-likes to go down on you after a mission after you've sweat alot cause he a freak like that

-helping you out with laundry like the good bf he is but also 100% is stealing a pair of your dirty panties im sorry hes just obsessed with you a little bit

-Favorite position: missionary, doggy

-Turn ons: dirty talk, tongues, lazy sex, handcuffs, brat taming, dry humping

-Turn offs: lack of noises, choking

Sylus:

-switch but more dominant

-unpopular opinion but I do not think he's a rough dom sorry

-sure if you were to ask if he can be a little rough with you he'd definitely comply with your request but I truly feel like he'd prefer passionate slow sex over hard and rough sex majority of the time

-well he'd prefer it that way when he's the one in charge

-when he's feeling submissive however, he wants you to absolutely destroy him

-that man wants to be choked and slapped and spit on and called a dumb slut trust me i can see it in his eyes

-finds it really hard to not thrust up into you when you tell him to be still as you ride him, sometimes he doesn't even realize he's doing it (you notice though and, while you do sometimes call him out for it, soemtimes you just let it slide because it feels so good to see him be so needy for you

-you have definitely had one of those remote control vibrators inside you in public before

-he's a huge exhibitionist and wouldnt even slightly lower it after you've came

-i do not think he's the jealous type at all really infact i think he wants to show you off in any way he can and would definitely want to try fucking you infront of people (obviously if you said you weren't comfortable with that he would immediately drop it though)

-his dick is so stupidly big that he has made it a rule that he will always make you cum atleast once or twice before actually fucking you

-despite what fanfics tell you, having a stupidly big dick is not always a good thing, and he would not want to hurt you so hed always make sure you're super prepared

-though he doesnt want to hurt you, he does feel his heart and dick swell a little when he sees how overwhelmed you get at his size, how your eyes roll back and your breathing stop when he pushes into you because holy fuck how is that thing gonna fit all the way in

-put his hand on your lower stomach and pushes down so you can really feel how deep his cock is

-Favorite position: rocking horse, mating press

-Turn ons: exhibitionism, toys, size kink, ropes, spit

-Turn offs: giving heavy degradation, giving heavy amounts of pain

Rafayel:

-the ultimate switch, doesnt have a preference for either

-likes when you edge him while kissing his neck and ears, grabbing his hair in one hand and his dick in the other

-maybe another unpopular opinion but i think rafayel is a mean dom when he gets really into it

-grabs your hair and forces you to watch as his cock absolutely destroys your insides

-enjoys degrading you, calling you a slut, telling you that all you're good for is making him cum, that your only purpose is serving him and making him feel good

-definitely a headpusher when receiving oral

-likes when you slap his ass but would never admit it, its obvious from how red his face gets though

-ok idk if this is too much but if you fingered him while sucking his dick i think he'd cum so hard he dies and ascends to heaven

-you ask to peg him and he's immediately like WHAT no way not happening but is eventually like fineeee (he secretly really wants it)

-cums the second you hit his prostate the first time and then gets immediately embarrassed when you start giggling at his expense

-he just couldn't handle how hot you looked when taking control

-loves when you wear skirts and dresses for easy access bending you over the nearest flat surface so he can just slip himself into you and take you right then and there

-Favorite position: cowgirl, over the counter, 69

-Turn ons: edging, degradation, dubcon, fucking on every surface of his house, your house, an any hotel you guys stay in ever

-Turn offs: being ignored, making him jealous on purpose

Zayne:

-generally kinda submissive but sometimes switches

-i feel like he has 0 experience and also doesnt really masturbate often so probably has a cumming in pants moment with you

-always pulling you into his lap because the feeling of you on top of him drives him absolutely crazy

-his mouth is always on your tits that man is HUNGRY

-would probably never ask for it but if you were to dress up in lingerie and give him a lapdance i think hed be replaying it in his head every single time he touches himself for the rest of eternity

-would never ever degrade you even if you asked i just dont think he'd enjoy it whatsoever

-if you have a praise kink though, hes your guy, he loves calling you his good girl and telling you how sexy you look when you feel good

-likes when you play with his nipples

-enjoys risky sex such as in his office or his car but doesnt actually want to get caught ever, would kiss you to stop you from being too loud

-likes to be completely tied up by you occasionally and to essentially be treated like a sex toy during those times

-if hes already came dont worry about stopping cause hes goes insane when you overstimulate him, would probably start crying because it feels so good he cant believe this is really happening

-heavy groper when doing it, just loves feeling and grabbing every inch of your body

-definitely a brat tamer but not a harsh one, will spank u til ur ass is red but not cause bruises or anything

-Favorite position: cowgirl, lotus, butterfly

-Turn ons: nipple play, lingerie, overstimulation, rolepay, foodplay a little

-Turn offs: degradation, unresponsive partners

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part four

authors note: the love and response to this story continues to absolutely floor me. you guys are all so sweet! i was nervous about posting, but everyone has made me feel so happy that i did, so thank you!

couple of hints about things sprinkled through this one. the more i write, the more things are getting fleshed out, so idk how many parts this will be atp, nothing too crazy though!!!

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warnings: angst, fluff, language, suggestive content

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You couldn't eat. 

Couldn't sleep.

Could barely think straight.

All that consumed you, ate at you, gnawed at your sanity was one thought and one thought alone.

He wanted to take her from you. 

Joe wanted to take your daughter from you, your four year old daughter who still couldn't even go to sleep at night unless she got to see or speak to you.

The daughter who he'd only known existed just recently but was seemingly set on ripping away from you.

That thought destroyed you, made you raw from blistering agony at just the idea of not having Callie with you full time. It destroyed you to the point that you decided to throw some clothes on, hop in your car, and set your google maps for the hotel you knew he’d be staying at. Damn the fact that it was the middle of the night or that you were stupid as hell for being in that situation in the first place. None of that mattered. 

You needed to talk to him, and you needed to talk to him now. 

Joe opens the door with a forceful swing, looking as irritated and disheveled as you’d expect one to look at nearly 1am in the morning. However, when his eyes land on you, confusion meshes with irritation. “Y/N?”

“Hi.” It’s said in a breathy tone. You're struggling to remember the script you rehearsed the whole drive there. “I’m sorry. I know it’s late—”

“What the..….” He sighs heavily and steps aside, motioning for you to come in. “Get in here.”

You don’t need to be told twice, looking around the hotel room that looks so plain and undeserving of someone with Joe’s stature. But, you also know this area isn’t exactly saturated with 5 star hotels, far from it. This is probably the most elite one he could find with such short notice, and it’s not bad at all, just….basic.

He clears his throat, and you return your attention to the man who you just realized is also shirtless. If not for the pending mental breakdown you’re fighting to keep at bay, it would be extremely distracting. Joe is a lot of things, and fine as hell is at the top of that list.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He sounds exhausted, and you can’t tell if it’s from the argument earlier that day or being woken up in the middle of the night. Probably both. 

“I just—I need to talk to you.”

“Now?” 

Nodding, you continue. “I know….I know I messed up, okay? I should have told you, but I just—I need you to look at it from my perspective. I need you to just hear me out, and if—if you still feel the same way, then–then I’ll have to deal with that….but please.” 

He’s leaning back against the dresser, arms crossed, taking time to answer as he weighs your offer. Finally, he concedes, “you came all the way over here. I’m not just gonna send you away.”

You’re thankful for him being willing to at least hear some of what you have to say. “Callie.....she was conceived the last time we were together.” Not sure if that part was necessary or the best way to start out, you quickly move on to the next point. “I didn’t find out I was pregnant until two months later. And on top of not knowing what the fuck to feel, I barely knew what to do. I was pregnant by a married man that I’d been sleeping with for three years. A married, famous man at that. Who I finally decided I needed to move on from.” 

Revisiting this is harder than you expected, harder than when you rehearsed it on your drive here. “I was scared, Joe, okay? I was scared, so I—I did what I thought was best at that time, and clearly it was wrong. I 100% own up to that, and you get to be angry with me, but you don’t get to let that anger influence your decision making, because it is.” 

This is the part you debated so deeply on whether to say or not say, to potentially poke the already irate bear. But, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t speak up for yourself and your daughter. “You want a legal custody arrangement, and I understand why, but—Joe, your name isn’t even on her birth certificate, but to tell you the truth…..I wanted it to be. I did.” Whether he believes you or not is on him, but it’s true. Because while he wasn't present in her life, he was still her father. Nothing would change that. “They wouldn’t do it without you present and without a paternity test—”

“I could have been there,” he interrupts, sounding more hurt than anything. “I should have been there.” 

“You’re right, but you weren’t, and I’m sorry for that too. I’m not trying to make any excuses here, just lay out facts. And the fact is that you can get a paternity test, you can establish paternity, and you can try to secure joint custody, but we both know there’s no way you can take her on. You work nonstop, Joe, and she can’t be on the road like that. She’s four for fucks sake. Calista needs stability, and she has that with me. You know I’m right.”

And you can see that he sees you’re right, the wheels turning in his head as he takes in your sound predictions.

“And I know you don’t right now, and that’s okay, but I am asking you to please trust me enough to know that I will not get in the way of you getting to know Calista. Trust that I only want what’s best for her, I’ve only ever wanted what was best for her.”

“Why should I?” Despite his words, you can see and hear the crumbling of his defenses, of the brick and mortar wall he'd erected earlier during the first round of this conversation. “What’s different now?”

“Because she asked about you.” This is the part that crushes you the most, that makes you wonder if you’ll ever be able to forgive yourself for even putting her in that situation. “Because she thinks you’re not in her life because she’s not a good girl, and I will not have my child grow up thinking she wasn’t good enough for her father to want to be in her life.”

You won’t let her grow up like you.

Period.

Having this discussion, saying these things aloud, you’re slowly starting to recognize how some of your own unaddressed issues have contributed to this situation. How your refusal to confront buried trauma has bled into another generation. It’s…..uncomfortable, to say the least.

And something you definitely need to revisit, probably sooner rather than later. Just…not right now. 

You’ve got to sort this through first.

It’s after a few minutes of silence that he finally speaks, voice surprisingly calm. “You’re right.” You let out a deep breath, nearly falling back at his words. You knew he was wavering but not to the point where he would yield. “I know….I know our situation is complicated, and I’m sorry for being so cold with you. I just—fuck, I don’t know how to process all of this.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Neither do I, but we can figure it out, because we can’t…..we can’t put her through a custody battle. I won’t do that.” Despite your very valid facts, you also recognize that while he probably wouldn’t win, he has access to the best legal team money can buy and would outlast you in court by miles. 

You won’t say it aloud, not even sure if you can, but you’d soon rather concede than put her through that. You’d give him whatever he asked for if it meant sparing her from that trauma. 

It’s a far cry from your stance hours earlier, but time and actually thinking things through made you realize the pain you’d experience at having Callie taken from you would be nothing compared to what that experience would do to her. You know custody disputes can be long and nasty, and though she was still young, you didn’t want to find out if they would question her. 

You’d sacrifice your soul and surrender. 

You loved her enough to let her go.

“You’re right.” He repeats himself, even and calm. It’s such a stark difference for both of you compared to the blowup from earlier. There’s actual communication occurring, talking with each other, instead of at each other. Listening to hear, not to react. “I—I couldn’t do that to you. I spoke out of anger. My schedule is crazy and she needs stability. You give her that.”

There’s an insurmountable amount of relief that washes over you at his words. It’s night and day from the angry—though rightfully—man that stood before you earlier today. And you couldn’t be more grateful. 

“Thank you.” There aren’t enough words to adequately express the depth of your gratitude. Joe is well within his right to be upset, and like you said, you’ll take whatever that is, so long as the both of you can agree that Callie being with you is for the best. For her, but for you too. You won’t deny that. Your daughter is your life, and the thought of being without her, even for a period of time makes you sick to your stomach. “I–” You wipe your eyes, completely unaware that you’d been crying at one point, the tears starting to dry up. “I’m taking off work tomorrow and keeping her home. You…you can come over once I pick her up from Mariah's."

His eyes light up with appreciation that matches your own for his willingness to look past his feelings to do what’s best for your child. “Yeah?”

You offer a small smile. “I’ll probably get her around 10 and text you when you can head over.”

He nods, and the excitement in his expression warms you. It’s so strange how you can go through so many emotions in such a short time regarding the man in front of you. He always has been able to evoke things out of you that no one else could.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

The way he takes you in, assessing you, it makes you shift your weight from one foot to another. Your hoodie suddenly feels too heavy, warmth climbing up to your cheeks. “I—” You gesture to the door with your thumb. “I should head out.” 

It’s when you turn to leave that he grabs your wrist to stop you. 

“Where are you going?”

Your brow lifts at his tone and words, confused by the quick change and his hand on your arm. “Umm, home?” 

“Like hell you are.” His dismissal is firm and final as he informs, “you'll crash here tonight.” Your face must be painted in defiance, because he explains, “it's almost 2 in the morning, and you look exhausted. I'm not letting you get on the road. Anything could happen.”

“Joe—”

He lifts his hand, silencing you as he points to the middle of the room. “You can take the bed. It's uncomfortable anyway.”

Ironically, a small yawn escapes, further proving his point. You are exhausted, in several different ways. The idea of driving back home right now is not nearly as appealing as sleeping off the day's events. “Okay.” Remembering his comment, you add, “you could have picked one of those fancy hotels ya'll stay in, you know.”

“I don't think there's anything ‘fancy’ within 30 miles of here.” He's not entirely wrong, the town's local steakhouse is considered the definition of fine dining and hotspot for special occasions. 

“There were once rumors of a Hilton being built.”

He looks almost hopeful. “When was that?”

You bite down on your lip. “When I was in middle school.” A small laugh escapes at his look of exasperation. 

“You should take the bed. It's gotta be more comfortable than the alternative.” Truly, because the idea of Joe's big ass trying to sleep on a damn fold out sofa is both hilarious and tragic. “I just need a shirt.”

He looks at you. “A shirt?”

“Yeah.”

“Because…..”

Rolling your eyes, you tug at your old college hoodie. “I can't sleep in this. It's uncomfortable as hell. I dress light at night. You know—” And you stop yourself, because he shouldn’t remember that you always sleep in either a big shirt or thin top and shorts, never more, oftentimes nothing at all when he was in town.

For obvious reasons.

You’re grateful when he turns away and digs through his bag, probably the only one he took with him. He always traveled lightly. He comes back, reaching you one of his black t-shirts. 

“Thanks.” Accepting the item, you walk over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Standing in the mirror, you take in your appearance. Joe was being nice by saying you look exhausted, cause you look like shit, every bit of the days events, loud and blaring. Blowing out a breath, you start removing your clothes but pause when you go to remove your bra.

Is that….is that too much? You haven’t slept in a bra in years. Not since puberty randomly hit you over the summer between freshman and sophomore year, where you went from a modest A cup to a whopping D. And post Callie body definitely wasn’t a D anymore. It just seems….it seems indecorous. 

Deciding to go with safe instead of sorry, you swallow your discomfort and keep your bra on. With the hair tie on your wrist, you do your best to pineapple your hair, knowing good and well it’ll be frizzfest when you wake up but not really caring. 

Another yawn leaves your mouth as you walk out the bathroom only to turn into a scowl as you find Joe sitting on the sofa on his phone.

If it wasn’t so late and you weren’t so tired, you’d argue with him why it’s stupid of you to take the bed. He’s at least a foot taller than you. But, you don’t have it in you so just mutter “stubborn asshole,” place your folded clothes on the dresser, and climb into the bed. 

You double check your alarm is still set for the right time and lean across the bed to place it on the nightstand. There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you for a couple of minutes, your eyes closing as you try to sleep, even if for a couple of hours before you have to get back on the road. 

“What is she like?”

Your eyes open at his question, unexpected but understood. You think about it, wondering how to answer, how to explain all of the wonderful things that is your child. Finally, you settle on an answer, soft and honest. 

“You'll find out for yourself tomorrow.” And turning on your side, you murmur, “goodnight, Joe.”

He doesn’t say anything after that.

But while you sleep with the hope of believing that this can be worked out between the two of you, Joe lies awake, taking his turn with mind running a mile a minute.

He knew this would be difficult, knew it was going to get ugly to some extent, but what he didn’t expect was how impacted he'd be by seeing you again.

There was a stark difference between seeing you in photos and seeing you in person. His anger at the situation helped him to not react as strongly, but not as much as he liked or needed it to.

Because regardless of all his outrage, he’d missed you.

Even with your deception, with your deceit and all of his confusing emotions toward you in this whole situation, he missed you. 

Joe might not be ready to admit it aloud, but he’s never gotten over you. And not for lack of trying. He’d had a period where he tried to fuck away his feelings, tried to busy himself in between the legs of other women, his favorite distraction when he was in his twenties. Tried to remind himself that it was never meant to turn into anything anyway, that it wasn’t a big deal. But his efforts were fruitless and a waste of time.

He cared about you, he cared about you, arguably, more than he’d ever cared about a woman. Even….even Jadah.

The night you ended things was still a sore spot for him, still something he plays over in his head trying to make sense of. On the surface level, it’s pretty plain and simple. You wanted more, he couldn’t give it to you, so you moved on. 1+1. He was legally married for fucks sake. He couldn’t blame you for wanting more, but there was also a part of him that wondered why you didn’t just ask him for more.

Then again, that went both ways. Why didn’t he ask you for more?

It’s easy to say it was because of Jadah, because of his marriage, and that was both true and untrue. On his part, anyway. Divorce was easy in name but far from it in every other area. And for him, meant being forced to confront demons he tried his best to keep at bay. Up until two months ago, at least

Joe closes his eyes. This is all too much. 

He came here ready to confront you, and he had, in fucked up way, even if partially deserved. He came here to meet his daughter, to begin to form a bond with her, and he will do that. He just has to push the complicated feelings for you to the side and place them on the backburner until he can sort through that mess.

Calista is his priority right now. Whatever this is between you and him can be figured out later.

Hopefully. 

________

“She can be shy until she gets to know you.”

The day seems to have escaped you, getting on the road early in the morning to drive back and prepare to pick up Callie. She’s thrilled to see you, and vice versa. The two of you spend the beginning of the morning together, stopping at a local diner to share a breakfast before heading back to your apartment. You spend a little more time together, one on one, before texting Joe to head over, staying true to your word. 

Especially since he informed you that he had to fly out tomorrow morning. You expected as such, knowing he’d probably already been gone longer than higher ups liked. He could only push the limits so much. 

You don’t even have to be looking at him to know he’s nervous, an understandable but strange thing. Weird almost. Joe’s a lot of things, but nervous has never been one of them. “But once she gets comfortable, she won’t shut up.” That makes him smile, and you’re grateful for that.  Sure enough, you find Callie in her playroom, which used to be your office space, but the more spoiled she became from your mom, the more you realized her room was too small for all of her stuff. “Hey, Callie Bear.”

Callie looks up, smile bright as she runs over to you. You lean down to meet her hug. She gives the best, loving hugs. “I’m making you something, mommy.”

You gasp. “You are? Well, I can’t wait to see it.”

“It’s a surprise, so no peeking!” She lifts her little finger, wagging it in your face. Laughing, you nod and push back some of her curls. Callie’s eyes then land on Joe’s massive frame standing near the doorway, silently observing. You can see the emotions so clearly on his face: surprise, shock, happiness.

Callie’s smile dims as she moves closer to you, holding you close, her stranger danger kicking in. A small part of you is grateful that even at almost five, she knows to be cautious. Then there’s the other part of you that’s saddened at the fact that the “stranger” she’s cautious of is her own father. “Baby, this is….this is….”

“I’m Joe,” he finishes for you, and you’re both grateful and annoyed. Conflicted because a small part of you wanted to be the one to tell her, but also grateful he ironically took that responsibility off of you. “I’m an old friend of your mom’s.”

Welp.

That’s not….that’s not what you expected him to say, not what you two discussed. It wasn’t explicitly stated, but you were under the impression that they would tell her the truth. His statement isn’t exactly a lie, you did once consider Joe to be a friend, much more than that, but still. Joe’s role in Callie’s life is significantly more than that. 

This seems to ebb away some of Callie’s caution as she asks, “really?” Her eyes fall on you, almost looking for approval. With a tight smile, you nod, giving her the relief she needs to loosen her hold on you. “Do you like Disney?” That causes you to genuinely laugh, something your sweet child definitely inherited from both you and your mom was a love of Disney. 

“I do,” he answers, and you pause. Does he really? Perhaps. Regardless, it’s a smart answer for your Disney loving child. “Do you?”

Callie nods happily, grabbing your arm and twisting it to show the ‘remember who you are’ tattoo on your wrist. “Mommy and grandma have Disney tattoos, and mommy’s gonna get a Moana one for me!”

“Really?” Joe, now crouched down to be at her eye level, sounds genuinely interested, and maybe he is. Callie is impressively charismatic at only four. She’s also his daughter who he’s wanting to develop a relationship with, so it’s not far-fetched that she could be talking to him about the rate at which grass grows, and he would entertain it like he was watching a 49ers game. “You like Moana?”

Is water wet? “She’s the bestest! Right, mommy?” 

You chuckle, fixing her shirt. “She watches it almost every day.” You always found it interesting, ironic even, that your daughter instantly gravitated to Moana, unaware that the voice of freaking Maui is her cousin, that she too had pacific islander ancestry. Through her dad. The dad you kept from her. 

“You know I don’t know if I’ve seen that one—”

Callie’s mouth drops open as she looks at you, “mommy, can we watch it? Please? Please? Pleeeeaaassseeee?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you relent after pretending to think about it. You like to limit her screentime to two hours, and even though she already watched The Princess and the Frog earlier for the 97th time this month, there was no way you were not gonna allow this bonding opportunity. 

Squealing, Callie surprises you by breaking away and moving over to Joe, reaching for his hand. “Let’s go, Joe!” She pulls on the sleeve of his hoodie, probably to lead him into the living room where Disney Plus is signed in. 

Alone in her playroom, you run over what just happened. You thought you would tell her the truth, tell her that this is the father she was asking about, the one she thought didn’t want her when in actuality, he wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

And for a second, you get pissed off. Why wasn’t Joe honest with her? Isn’t this what he wanted? To be in her life. It’s confusing. He is confusing. But….you try to give him the benefit of the doubt, certain that he must have some reason behind his actions. You just hope they’re damn good reasons.

“Mommy!” You know that tone of hers, the tone that tells you a request is to follow. 

You shout back, “yes?”

“Joe likes popcorn too! Can we have some?”

You laugh and shake your head, shouting out an ‘okay’. Walking out of the room and into the living room, you find Callie near the TV, arm outstretched as she explains every detail of Moana, even the most obvious ones. But, Joe is sitting on the sofa, watching and listening intently. His smile is stapled. 

He looks…..he looks so happy.

Moving into the kitchen, you move around quietly to not interrupt and to get their popcorn made.

Waiting for the popcorn to finish, you hear Callie ‘whisper’ to Joe, “Mommy can’t cook, but she makes good snacks.”

Amid his laughter, you walk near the living room, hands on her hips. “I heard that, little ms. ma’am.”

“That’s what Grandma says,” Callie defends with a shrug of her little shoulders. “She says mommy is pretty and smart and funny, but she burns water.” She looks off, confused, as if it’s finally registering to her that that doesn’t make sense. “Mommy, how do you burn water?”

Joe is on the sofa, hand over his mouth, fighting for his life. You also can’t help but laugh at the absolutely serious look on her face. “Finish your movie.” 

The microwave dings, so you grab two bowls and fill them up equally. Delivering them to both, you place hers on the coffee table as she’s back to narrating. “Popcorn, as requested.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes go wide with excitement as she suddenly asks, “will you watch it with us?”

Damn. You had a feeling she would ask but was hoping she wouldn’t. Disappointing her twice in one weekend felt criminal. “Callie, I'm super behind with work.”

“Pleeeeasssseeee.” She starts with the begging again and then looks at Joe to inform him, “mommy’s a teacher. Do you have a job?”

Joe chuckles. “I do.”

“What do you do?” She asks in a sing-song tone. You give him that ‘I told you she never shuts up’ look. 

“I’m a professional wrestler.”

She’s clearly intrigued, asking, “are you actually good?”

“Callie!” This little girl and her lack of filter sometimes never ceases to amaze you. Your mom swears up and down it’s your payback from how blunt you were as a child. 

You’re starting to believe it.

Joe gives a shrug, clearly loving every bit of this. You can tell he wants her to keep the questions coming. He’ll answer em’ all if it means getting to spend time with her. “I’m alright.”

At that, you give him a look and crouch down to her level. “He’s very good.” You take the remote and quickly pause the TV, adding on, “matter of fact, he’s the universal undisputed champion.” Joe gives you a look, and you can tell he’s surprised by you knowing this piece of information.

You don’t watch wrestling as much as you used to, partially due to what happened between the two of you, mostly because you don’t have the time, but even non-wrestling people know about Roman Reigns and his current, historic title reign. You’re not sure if you’d feel entirely comfortable saying it to him, but you’re massively proud of Joe and all he’s accomplished. You always knew he could do it.

Her eyes widen with excitement and curiosity as she looks at Joe for clarification. “Really?”

“That is true.” 

Head tilted, she moves away from you and climbs on the sofa to sit next to him. Her little legs crossed over as she continues with the questions. “What does undis—undis—”

He helps her out, also angling his body more toward her. “Undisputed?” 

“Yeah! What does that mean?”

You can see he’s taking a minute to decide how to answer. “It means I don’t lose. Ever.”

“Whoooaaaa,” she breathes, obviously impressed. “You must eat a lot of veggies. I don’t like them, but mommy says they make you big and strong.”

“Your mom is right,” he agrees and looks her over. “You’re a very smart little girl. How old are you again? Like 15?”

“No, I’m four!” She giggles and lifts up four fingers. “But, I’ll be five on May 19th!”

His gaze softens. “Your birthday is in May?” She nods, happily. His smile is warm, emotional. “So is mine.”

You still for a moment. You hadn’t even thought about that, that her birthday was just days away from his. There’s something strangely sweet and moving about this fact, both to you and definitely to him.

“Really?” 

And that’s how it plays out for the rest of the day, a combination of Callie’s incessant questions, intermittent viewing of Moana and parts of Encanto. Lunch and dinner sprinkled somewhere in between. You’re even able to sneak off to do your lesson planning, Callie more than fine with just Joe to entertain her.

It warms your heart to see them connect almost instantaneously.

It’s why you wait as long as you can to interrupt, never wanting to do so, to invade their moment. But, you also know your daughter, know that she needs a certain amount of sleep to function the next day. And when you check in on them and catch her yawning, you know it’s unfortunately that time.

Sighing, you enter the living room with your arms crossed. “Callie Bear, it’s time to start getting ready for bed, mamas.”

“Nooo.” She whines. “I’m not tired.” Her groggy voice and scowl would indicate otherwise. 

“Of course, you’re not.” You bend down in front of her and reach for her hand. “Come on, we gotta tell Joe bye. He’s gotta get back to his hotel.” Despite her obvious objections, she climbs off the sofa and accepts your hand but not before looking at him. 

“Will you come over again tomorrow?” She asks with hopeful eyes and a voice of excitement, both things that make being honest with her that much harder.

He obviously doesn’t want to give her the truth, but it’s better than the alternative. With a frown, he answers, “I wish….but I’ve gotta get back to work tomorrow, Callie.”

Her smile drops, and sadness arises. “Why? Do you have to go?” Her quiet voice is comprised of disappointment and despondency. You can tell it hurts him. Her hope is dashed, replaced with sadness. “When will you come back?”

“As soon as he can.” You jump in to assist, hating the way he looks so devastated not having a specific date for her. Truth be told, you wouldn’t be surprised if he won’t be able to get away for another few weeks, if not more. “And you know what, you can use my iPad to Facetime him when he’s available anytime you want.”

Her eyes light up. “Really?” 

“Of course,” he assures. He reaches to push some hair out of her face. “I’ll call you whenever I can.”

She gives him a small smile. “You promise?” 

Joe swallows. “I promise, sweetheart.” 

Pleased and obviously ecstatic at this information, she surprises the both of you by tearing her hand from you to throw her little arms around him for an unexpected hug. You’re not sure why, but the sight makes your eyes water. His eyes close as he gently wraps his arms around her as well. You look away, almost uncomfortable interrupting this moment between the two of them.

When she pulls away, you swear you see disappointment reappear in his eyes. “Bye, Joe.” 

She returns to your side, and you gently direct her, “go put on your jammies and pick out a book. I’ll be right there in a few minutes, okay?” 

“Okay, mommy.” Without protest, she turns and heads back to her room. When it’s just the two of you, you turn to him, “she really likes you.” It feels silly saying such a thing. He’s her father. She should like him. She should love him.

But you also know better than anyone that being someone’s biological parent doesn’t automatically make them a parent. 

“That’s why you didn’t tell her, isn’t it? You want to gain her friendship first.” In watching and participating in the interaction between them, it dawned on you just why he didn’t tell her right away. Joe wanted to first establish a baseline with Callie, wanted her to get to know him just for him, to bond with him not because he was her dad, but because she wanted to. 

And clearly….clearly it worked. 

“She’s amazing,” he whispers. You see he’s still caught up in the emotion of it all, meeting his daughter for the first time, connecting with her as quickly and easily as he has.

“She is,” you agree, suddenly remembering why you’d dismissed Callie. “I–I uhh, I have something for you.” Standing back up—your knees were gonna hate you tomorrow—you pull the thumbdrive out of the back pocket of your jeans. He also stands with you. “I was that new mom who was intent on documenting every single thing my kid did, and I’m kinda glad I did now.” You reach and drop it in his open palm. “I got everything on video. Her first word, first time crawling, first time walking….all of it.” Suddenly uncomfortable with his silence, you add on, “I know it’s not the same as being there, but—”

“Thank you.” he interrupts in a quiet voice, immensely grateful to you at this moment. “Thank you, Y/N.” 

Emotion seems to be the keyword of the day, because yours are also all over the place, for a variety of reasons. It’s an experience that’s both overwhelming and confusing, but also….nice? You can’t necessarily describe it, but there’s something comforting about Joe having a role in Callie’s life.

But that doesn’t equate with your decision to not tell him about her in the first place, hence why you’re a hot ass, confused mess.

He’s making you feel things again, and you don’t like it. 

“I know getting back here won’t be easy, especially with the holidays rolling around. But, whenever you can come, you’re welcome. I mean it.” Thanksgiving is less than 3 weeks away. You’re highly doubtful he’ll be touching down before then. “Christmas is her favorite holiday. I know she’d love to have you here for that.”

“I’ll be back before Christmas and for Christmas.” You don’t know how, but you do know he’s convinced of it, and you don’t put it past him. He seems entirely determined. 

“Okay.” You walk him to the door, unsure why your bodies being so close to each other is an uncomfortable yet pleasing feeling. “Oh,” you suddenly remember something. “You need to make a Snapchat account.”

He scowls almost instantly. “A what?” A small laugh escapes you at his instant disgust. “I’m too old for that shit.”

“We both are, but it’s an easy way for me to share Callie and all her randomness with people. Make it and send me the username. I’ll add you.” It seems all it takes is for you to mention Callie, and he’s sold. He nods in agreement, all distaste washed away with the eagerness of receiving photos and videos of Callie on the regular. You keep your hand on the door, chewing on your lip, murmuring, “Goodnight, Joe.” 

He gives you a look, something unspoken in his eyes. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

Closing the door behind you, you lock it and take a deep breath, unsure why your stomach is in knots. Not from anxiety or fear but happiness. 

You’re happy to have Joe back in your life, even with all of the bullshit that’s transpired in this single day. There’s something relieving about having him around, and you know it’s for Callie. It needs to be just for Callie, because what you can never do again is allow yourself to fall back into that situation. 

No matter how badly your heart and your head are clashing right now.

No matter how much you're starting to wonder if your heart ever really left that situation.

[king-urameshi]

my favorite bucktommy fanfic

I figured I've read enough fanfic for this ship to curate a list of my favorites since wading through the ao3 tag can be a challenge. Some of these have been recommended numerous times already on here but hey, what's another shout out for some good writing?

I will add more on reblogs as I come across other fanfic I like:

left breathless by elizabethgee [e] [11.4k words, 2/3 chapters]

summary:

Buck turns to Tommy for comfort when an arson case involving a man who looks like Tommy ends up being ruled a murder. And Tommy doesn't have daddy issues. Really, he doesn't. This fic will include very dark themes, including blackmail, murder, and arson.

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prescribed burn by wakeupnew [t] [8.4k words, one-shot]

summary:

Tommy's busy fighting a wildfire at the edge of the Angeles National Forest, but every time he checks his phone, he has an increasingly unbelievable series of text messages. (Or: Over the course of eighteen hours with Buck and the 118, from a distance and then up close and personal, Tommy keeps having to reassess.)

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gettin' bi by brewrosemilk [e] [10.3k words, one-shot]

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summary:

God, this feels really good. Everything about it; from the size of Tommy’s hand cradling his face, to the gentle yet firm way he sucks Buck’s bottom lip into his warm mouth - to the rough traction of their faint stubble, a slight sound going with it. Men, Buck decides right then and there. Yeah. Men are good, too.  disclaimer because i have picked up on some confusion: this is not a friends with benefits > lovers story. they are good friends, but they are not in love. this story embraces the concept of casual and platonic sex, especially between bi/gay men because it tends to be something that is heavily stigmatized.

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company through every twist and turn by kitthekazoo [m] [12.2k words, one-shot]

summary:

Five fights that help Buck and Tommy grow closer.

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all the vices i can't give up by starryeyedjanai [e] [4.6k words, one-shot]

summary:

It’s kind of second nature at this point—if he’s not sending a picture to Eddie, it’s probably going to Tommy. So his mind must have been running on autopilot when he hit send and now he has to deal with the fact that he accidentally sent Tommy a picture of him with water dripping down his chest, a clear come on. And that Tommy took the bait. or, Tommy doesn’t kiss Buck when he comes over to make things right between them, but Buck still manages to accidentally bag him

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while you arranged flowers by newtkelly [e] [4.6k words, one-shot]

summary:

Tommy’s eyes catch his and Buck is taken aback by the state of them, blown so black and glassy. He always looks so tongue-in-cheek, like he’s in on some joke and waiting for everyone else to catch on. He doesn’t look like that right now, though. Tommy’s composure is waning—the guy who takes on the world with a million dollar smile and a statuesque cleft chin and flies choppers to Vegas on a whim and into Cat 5 hurricanes to help old friends and kisses clarity into men who thought they were finished figuring themselves out, that guy is just as much a slave to his desire as any mortal man, and Buck is winded by the fact that he’s played any part in that. — Buck’s got a wedding date, but as far as today goes, he’s also got a regular one.

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looking for an ocean breeze/so i can fill my mind with ease by newtkelly [e] [8.8k words, one-shot]

summary:

“Can I top you off?” Buck’s head whips frantically in Tommy’s direction. “Huh?” “Your champagne,” Tommy says with a sooty half-smirk, while Buck irrationally feels like his bluff’s been made. Tommy taps a finger twice against the plastic in his hand. “It’s empty. Can I get you some more?” — Maddie gets married in an emergency room and Buck learns how to ask.

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of coming outs and spiderman kisses by alicemcgee [g] [1.9k words, one-shot]

summary:

After coming out to the two most important people in Buck's life, he decides to wait with telling the rest of his friends. he's ready, he just wants to find the right way to do so. Naturally, as this is Buck we're speaking about, things get a little out of his hands. Or should we say mouth?

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the ally and the beast by jobairdxx [e] [2.4k words, one-shot]

summary:

Tommy knows he's late, and he feels awful about it. He so badly wanted to make it to the wedding, but the fire was an absolute inferno that would not go out. When it was finally extinguished and Tommy was given the okay to head out, he jumped in the rig with the rest of his crew, immediately asking them to drop him at the hospital. And of course they had given him grief for it, but he didn't care as long as they got him where he needed to be. When he walks through the ER bay doors and sees Evan, he's instantly apologetic. “Sorry I'm late, that fire was a beast.” But then Evan hits him with a, “So are you,” and grabs him and kisses him, and he wouldn't be able to stop the moan that leaves his mouth if he tried.

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i could be the one (or your new addiction) by milominderbinder [t] [4k words, one-shot]

summary:

“You know you’ve got a hard limit on five Tommy mentions per day,” Hen says.  She puts one hand on her hip, and the other points accusingly towards the large jar in the middle of the coffee table; once home to Cap’s homemade trail mix, it’s recently been emptied out, labelled the Tommy Jar, and is already stuffed half-full of Buck’s hard-earned dollars. It’s only been four weeks since he came out to everyone.  The jar was introduced by the end of week one. With a sigh, Buck reaches for his wallet. He pulls out two dollars, walks over, and stuffs them both into the jar.  “That’s one on credit,” he says, “'Cus you have to let me finish the story—" Five times Buck had to put a dollar in the Mentioning Tommy jar during 7x07, and one time nobody was around to catch him.

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an outlier that should not be counted by dadvans [e] [7.4 words, one-shot]

summary:

Buck knows a lot of random trivia. Tommy falls in love with him one fact at a time.

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flying blind by kat2107 [t] [3.3 words, one-shot]

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summary:

Evan Buckley loves his boyfriend. He also loves sex. He would love to have sex with his boyfriend. When he gets a bad feeling why Tommy insists on keeping things PG13 way past any necessity, he turns to the only gay firefighter he knows. Consent is easy, right? It's all about the communication. note: There is a hint of bad sexual experiences Tommy had in the past when he was figuring out his sexuality. There is no details but it might be read as lack of consent, though it was more likely a lack of care.

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little by little by mediawhore [t] [4.7 words, one-shot]

summary:

‘Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little, I learned to love my life.’ Mary Oliver Or Buck & Tommy, during and after the wedding.

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you've got the love to see me through by emquin [g] [4.7 words, one-shot]

summary:

Tommy's POV throughout 7x06 where he's mostly just exhausted.

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down, down, down by sketchytaco [t] [6.2 words, 4/4 chapters]

summary:

He rubs the smudged words on his chest more and more he gets older, wondering where his soulmate is. Wondering if they're thinking of him, if they're close. He wonders what they look like, what they sound like. If they've always been out, or if they're hiding, or even if its someone who hasn't figured themselves out yet.

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five ways to fall in love with the man in the mirror by evcndiaz [m] [1.9 words, one-shot]

summary:

Buck meets God at a gay club. He finds him in an oil-slick puddle on a damp night, neon lights reflecting off the kaleidoscopic liquid in the parking lot. or; Evan Buckley falls in love with himself.

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raspberry by evcndiaz [e] [4.4 words, one-shot]

summary:

“do you want to dance with him?” evan raises an eyebrow. “i want to dance with you.” tommy sways forward, nudging his thumb up underneath evan’s jaw so he can tilt his face up and to the side where the man is dancing against some young twenty-something that thinks they have a chance. and hell, maybe they do. but tommy’s not interested in the kid, not tonight at least. he drops his voice, hand snaking down to evan’s ass so he can pull him close. “let me change that: do you want me to see you dancing with him?” evan shivers. bingo. or; sometimes three isn't a crowd. or x2; buck, tommy, and a gay club. things get messy. literally.

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evan, elated and euphoric by brewrosemilk [e] [16.5 words, one-shot]

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summary:

For a moment, that’s all that seems to echo inside of Buck’s head, more than ever before; you have a man on top of you, you are kissing a man; you’re touching a man, and he’s touching you, and you like it. Buck likes it - not just being with Tommy, being with a man - that part is obvious, but he… likes that he likes it. He loves that he likes it. Truthfully, he doesn’t think that he has ever felt more at home in his own body than he does in this very moment.

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a (not so) new hoodie by littlebipolarsunshine [g] [2.8 words, one-shot]

summary:

In which Buck doesn't look very closely when putting on a hoodie before going to work.

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learning to fly by captainmintyfresh [m] [56k words, ?/8 chapters]

summary:

A fic inspired by the 7x05 promo Tommy gives Buck the love he deserves. AKA Tommy goes from 0 to whipped as fuck real fast.

[bbytamaki]

RIDE MY FACE, I DON’T WANT NOTHING IN RETURN

content: aot’s top 5 biggest munches, modern au, bed humping, spit in mouth, nsfw link in eren’s, face sitting, squirting, toys (vibrator), creampies, cum eating, consensual photography

genre: nsfw (MDNI)

note: self indulgent oops (〃ω〃)

1. hange

hange gets off on giving you head and there’s no doubt about it. after a long and tiring day they still don’t want you to lift a finger. just give them one taste and that’s all they need to relax (but they’ll definitely ask for more).

hange has your ankles pushed up by your ears and they’re steadying you by holding their hands just below your knees. they’re the type to grind on the bed uncontrollably while eating you out, and they tend to lose control of how tight they’re gripping your thighs. what can we say, hange just doesn’t know their own strength?

2. eren

dirty, disgusting, filthy. spits on it, eats it like a man starved, then comes back up to spit it back in your mouth and give you the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever had. he has absolutely no shame. even when you whine into the pillow that this position is embarrassing, it’s not stopping him from bending you to your limits.

if you’ve ever seen that one twt video of a couple 69ing and the guy is gripping and spreading her ass while he’s absolutely going to town, you’re looking at eren. sometimes he can be polite though. his favorite way is to wake you up with “good morning” clit kisses and take you out to breakfast <3

3. connie

he’s never been above begging. like actually on his knees groveling. but once he’s in there, he’s in there and he’s not coming up for air at all. he doesn’t care about size, if he tells you to take a seat you better sit all the way down.

if he thinks eating you out in the back of his expensive car is a good enough apology he is absolutely correct. complete with kisses all the way from the ankle to right above where you really need him. he’s desperate but he can be mean like that.

4. mikasa

“squirting contest!! let’s see who can squirt the farthest >:)” it’ll always be you. no question. she’s not satisfied until you’re tapping the bedframe twice to let her know you can’t take anymore. that “can’t do it mika” is music to her ears.

she uses every available resource at every opportunity. she’s switching between her tongue and your favorite vibe every couple seconds and evil laughing when she watches your body jolt when you make a mess on her whole upper body.

5. reiner

i had to decide who was taking the last spot and reiner’s here for good reason. as soon as he gets done stuffing you like a fucking twinkie he’s on his knees cleaning up your mess. he loves how you can just barely take all of his cum at once, and he loves tasting you and him together.

he’s bending you over the kitchen counter and holding you back against his chest when he starts slowing down to make a mess all in your insides before he lets you rest a little bit. of course he has to take a picture for your private collection before you’re on all fours on the counter, cumming over and over until he’s tired <3

[myokk]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @okeydokeylackey !!!! I LOVED YOUR SNIPPET & everyone should DEFINITELY check out your art/writing (I know I always love seeing it on my dash🥹🫶)

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

***DISCLAIMER THESE ARE ALL TYPED UP STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS AND UNEDITED BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH***

Oneshot:

A beetle slowly makes its way across Sebastian Sallow’s desk.

The classroom is silent - save for the scratching of quills furiously calculating the Arithmatic probability of who will be the next Minister and the quiet murmur of his professor as she helps Hobhouse (how did he even get into the N.E.W.T. level?) - and Sebastian is going absolutely mad.

He counts how many seconds it takes for the beetle to reach his abandoned quill (fifteen). But, when it takes its seventh step after making it over the quill (an auspicious sign), Sebastian slams his hand down on top of it.

The loud noise echoes through the silent classroom and Sebastian hears her snickering coming from behind him as the whole class turns to see what has happened. His ears turn red, he wishes he could jinx her somehow, and yet he is terribly curious to see what she has sent him this time. Sebastian hopes that everyone has gone back to their equations and stops staring at him, because now that it’s in his hands, his fingers are itching to open it. His hands eagerly - shamefully eager, if you ask him - unravel the note he’s crumpled up in his hands - almost a shame that he destroyed the beetle, it was one of her better creations - and Sebastian soon curses his haste.

His ears would be an even deeper shade of red were his blood not currently draining to a different part of his body. Sebastian shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he continues reading the note, his eyes flying across the tiny note once, twice, three times before he crumples it up and adds it to the graveyard of the other notes she has been sending him all day. The words fuck my soaking cunt flash up at him and he adjusts his schoolbag so that if anyone walks past and looks into it, they won’t suspect a thing.

You see, this has been going on all day. Sebastian knew that when his seventh year started, it was going to the culmination of their academic rivalry, but he never expected this. That witch has made taunting him her personal vendetta, and it’s working.

Sebastian can’t get her out of his mind.

FIC - CHAPTER 25: (honestly I might delete this scene or save it for later)

She wanted him to hate her.

Hatred wasn’t what she saw in his eyes now, though.

Almost as if she were watching herself from afar, not in control of her body, Eloise came to a stop in front of Sebastian and looked down at him. The green light was highlighting his face and he looked ethereal, otherworldly. She watched her hand reach out and touch his cheek - hesitant, unsure - and when he didn’t jerk his head away as she expected - as she deserved - she moved to sit down next to him in the tiny space. Her knees bumped into his just like their noses bumped against each other as she moved her face towards his. Still, he didn’t move away.

She felt his warm breath fan across her lips. Maybe they stayed like that, lips not-quite-touching, for an eternity; maybe it was only a second. Eloise was only aware of Sebastian’s intoxicating presence, of the way his breath hitched when she finally bridged the gap between them, of the way her heart surrendered itself to him. This kiss was nothing like what they had shared before. It was hesitant, soft, sweet. His hands came up to her face, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss.

Eloise didn’t know what had gotten into her - she was supposed to be avoiding Sebastian, hating him, and yet she couldn’t pull herself out of his embrace. She was melting into his touch, his thumbs brushing themselves down her cheeks, her neck, fingers going through her hair, over and over as if to reassure himself of her presence, his lips moving languidly against hers. Eloise sighed into his mouth, almost-smiling but not-quite: she was nervous, as complicit as he was in this kiss, maybe even more, considering she had been the one to reach out first. But then -

Sebastian pulled away from her, puzzled, his hands moving back to cup Eloise’s face. He was saying something, rough thumbs gently brushing away the thick tears rolling down her cheeks. When had she started crying?

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[deanmarywinchester]

best sf/f/horror I read in 2024

hello esteemed colleagues. here’s stuff I read in 2024 that I liked, in no particular order outside of the ranking tiers. find previous years of this reclist here

top 5

the bright sword by lev grossman: “lev grossman wrote a shockingly melancholy, hopeful, and expansive novel that hurts a little to read, about a young man who dreams of the age of heroes but finds that that age is over” and other unsurprising statements. this one is a take on Arthurian legend that happens after Arthur is dead, and is really interesting to me for how it portrays England as abandoned once by Rome’s great architects and then once more by the magic of Arthur’s court. with the age of legends twice dead, can anyone bring it back for real or can they only try to make it RETVRN?

the traitor baru cormorant + sequels by seth dickinson: there was a version of this post, before I went back and checked my list of what I read this year, where the top 5 was only Seth Dickinson books. these books are about how far you’ll descend into evil (ie how many war crimes you’ll commit as an imperial operative) to save your colonized home. they’re all good but the first one goes CRAZY. the author was a police bias researcher and it shows. portrays lesbian desire really really well. “hard fantasy” isn’t REALLY a thing but it’s this, they’re barely fantasy and more political drama

exordia by seth dickinson also: what if a reality-warping anomaly was hotly pursued by the US military while they were hotly pursued by aliens with planet-killing power? what if you got your whole village killed as a child and now you’re in a romcom with an alien? the Acknowledgements say, nearly word for word, “i wrote this between Barus for fun because those really take it out of me. anyway I’d like to thank the researchers who helped me with astrophysics, nuclear weapon functions, Kurdish feminism and history, and translation into five languages.” read if you like meticulously researched thrillers, Annihilation, and Challengers situations.

everything for everyone by eman adelhadi and m. e. o’brien: told with a framing device whereby the authors mention their own experiences with activism and revolution after the 2020s and compile an oral history of the future anarchist New York Commune, each chapter of this book is an interview with someone about a different aspect of how they contributed to revolution and setting up a new society. my gripe with this book is that I wish it talked more about problems that will still (or newly) exist in utopia, but I still loved it.

we have always lived in the castle by shirley jackson: I finished this book and immediately went to that blog that was running the literary incest tournament earlier this year because I was certain that Merricat and Constance had placed and lo and behold they had. those gothic themes are gothic themeing. read if you want jackson’s theme of small-town distrust and paranoia and isolation taken to the extreme

honorable mentions

the raven tower by ann leckie: what I love about ann leckie is her ability to write non-human protagonists without sci-fi jargon and with totally alien concerns and viewpoints that you can nonetheless buy into. this protagonist is a rock living on a hill that is a local god. read if you like folktales, loners, and twist endings.

the sapling cage by margaret killjoy: even though this is middle grade, all you had to say to me was “Margaret From Podcasts does transfem anarchist Song of the Lioness” and I was in. in a medieval fantasy world without a concept of transness, a trans girl swaps places with her friend so her friend can become a knight and she can become a witch and discover who is leaching the life from the forests for their own gain. the witch politics/interpersonal drama is done with the eye of someone who’s lived in communes most of her life and the way it straddles lingering love of knight tales and distrust of armed people with the legal right to kill you is refreshing

do you dream of terra two by temi oh: the most elite graduates of a cutthroat boarding school are selected for a mission to explore a potentially habitable planet in this character-driven meditation on what it takes to believe in something you can’t see and may have to give up your whole life for

monstrilio: a piece of flesh from a woman’s dead son grows into a person of its own, initially shaped like a monster but molded by his parents into a more-or-less normal-looking young man with a taste for human flesh. cringe moment but this is what Jack Supernatural could have been. to me. litfic with themes of monstrousness/normality, grief, and the various meanings of consuming flesh.

long live evil by sarah rees brennan: listen I know how it sounds but I’m putting this book so high up this list because I had a blast. a teenage cancer patient gets isekai’d into a book series that her sister loves but that she only half remembers, and has to use her vague memory of the plot to avoid execution long enough to obtain a magic item that’ll cure her in the real world. it has something to say about how it feels to live in a body that’s healthy after being desperately sick but it’s also just catnip for your inner teen fangirl daydreaming about getting your first kiss from a tortured prince

the terraformers by annalee newitz: in three different stories of people at different times in the planet’s political development, the story of a privately-owned planet terraformed to be habitable is told. this is for you if you like future politics about privatization and the rights of non-human persons a la Murderbot

silver under nightfall by rin chupeco: this book was selected for me by my friend and favorite bookseller @literally-irreverent because i like romance IN things but I don’t usually like when romance is the whole plot. anyway this is about solving a dangerous strain of vampirism while having a vampire/vampire/vampire-hunter romance that is. mwah. chef’s kiss. read if you like politically disastrous polyamory and The Witcher

the adventures of amina al-sirafi by s. a. chakraborty: i read the daevabad trilogy and I liked it but didn’t love it, but I liked this book a lot. mostly I think it’s really fun to have a seagoing adventurer who’s a mom, and it was done with a lot of care for her perspective.

runners up

to shape a dragon’s breath by monquill blackgoose: in an alternate history New England, an indigenous teenager finds a dragon egg and must become the first non-European to attend a school for dragon riders near her island. YA with prose that skews young and easy to read but with a good story. themes of colonialism and resistance.

things have gotten worse since we last spoke by eric larocca: I don’t love larocca’s prose but I felt like this book succeeded because it’s written in internet dialogue + therefore hid larocca’s tendency to get purple prose with it. horror about the quick rabbithole that is getting socialized/groomed mostly online.

the lion will slaughter the lamb & the barrow will send what it may by margaret killjoy: novellas where a group of wandering punk-house dwellers find out what’s raising supernatural horrors and how to stop them from killing again

running close to the wind by alex rowland: this felt like an attempt to bottle the Our Flag-type chaos and comedy pirate romance vibes without feeling like straight-up fanfiction. a pathetic meow meow of an ex-intelligence agent tries to sell state secrets without getting caught aboard his ex’s ship, while the two of them bet on who can break a hot monk’s vow of chastity first

the gone world by tom sweterlitch: this felt like christopher nolan writing a detective novel, as government agents travel to parallel realities to solve a murder

autonomous by annalee newitz: in a future society, this follows a scientist on the run from the governments and pharma companies that are out to get her for her work to make patented medications available on the black market, as she tries to fix a mistake she made in making an addictive treatment available to the public. this book is broadly about intellectual property and about the concept of property at all

the deep sky by yume kitasei: weirdly this book is a very different take on the same concept as another book on this list, do you dream of terra-two, where graduates of an elite school are sent on a generation ship to start a new colony. the twist is that all the characters are expected to bear two children to carry on the generation ship, which leads to some wild mostly-unexplored gender dynamics. this one is much more sci-fi/mystery to Terra-Two’s character-driven drama.

the atlas six by olivie blake: well-written dark-academia thriller that is obvious booktok fodder. with the vibes of the mortal instruments (everyone is so hot and powerful and tortured!) meets the secret history, a group of young magicians is recruited to learn the secrets of the library of alexandria

Ursula, kill this clown: dishonorable mentions

I don’t have enough dishonorable mentions for their own post this year but HOLY FUCK. THE FIVE BOOKS OF ROBERT MOSES. this book is FOURTEEN hundred pages of absolute dogshit that I should have DNFed but I liked the concept so much that I wanted to find something to like in the execution. Nope! the pitch is “a dirty bomb turns NYC into a wasteland and the city is picked up and moved wholesale, with the maps of the five boroughs remaining more or less the same, into a Nevada desert refugee camp guarded by the army, and a major character is Robert Moses’ disaffected younger brother.” on a petty level, this is the New Yorkiest pitch possible for someone who absolutely doesn’t give a shit about developing the new desert New York with any interest or fidelity. on an unpetty level, this is a slop “political” “thriller” that doesn’t develop a strong political perspective and moves at a sloth pace. skip.

[zluty-spendlik]

WAKFU REDESIGN AND REWRITE SERIES – PART 1

Evangelyne

Evangelyne used to be my favorite character growing up, which kind of sucks since she’s one of the flattest characters considering how much screentime she has.

Even when I was a little kid and watched this show I found it annoying how she was constantly drooled over by the guys and these days its pretty obvious she’s a very stereotypical not-like-the-other-girls girl, created solely to be Percedal’s (the literal incarnation of the expected target audience) love interest.

SHE EVEN HAS THE WHOLE „I let my hair down and now am so much prettier“ ARC HAPPEN FRICKING TWICE IN THE SPAN OF. WHAT- 5 EPISODES???

Evangelyne is a misogynistic character on so many levels, the only Eva-centric episodes we get are either ones she needs saving in (like Vampyro or the pirate one), or when she has a love arc with Percedal (the whole Rubilaxia shtick, or the tree of Life episode).

Honestly the only bearable scenes where she shows up are those where she interacts with Amalia and even those get twisted into weird sexist tropes: Evangelyne critisizing Amalia for buying too much clothes, or overall cringing at Amalia’s „too girly“ behaviour.

Even when they have a touching conversation after freeing Amalia’s father from the Tree of Life, Amalia immediatelly brings up Percedal and fails the Bechdel test.

I won’t even touch the Cleophée (or Cleome in english) trainwreck  the writers pulled in season 2 or the whole pregnant-damsel-in-distress thing she had going on in season 3- I didn’t watch season 3 and 4 mostly because I got so mad after the misogyny happening in the first episode and I didnt want to ruin my already fragile excitement over the series.

But don’t get me wrong – Even tho Wakfu has a lot of potential for growth, I still love the series dearly, and would love to give the characters justice. It is important to note that I am not a professional writer and Im mostly doing this for my own indulgence, so please feel free to throw constructive critisism towards me.

Character rewrite

We don’t know much about Evangelyne’s backstory, or rather her story before she meets Amalia – And in my head as a kid, I always assumed she was an orphaned kid basically living on the street with Cleophée, until someone (presumably Armand, since he has a long-term crush on her and Amalia hated her at first) took pity on her and took her to the palace (once I figure out Cleophées design Ill explain what happens with her).

Fast forward a couple years, Eva is officially Amalia’s bodyguard, yadayadayada.

Important thing is, that this shapes Evangelyne’s personality and self-perception –

I have divided my potential Eva Arc into 3.5 Categories:

Self-protection and perservation

Eva knows how dangerous the world can be (streets) and how serious her job is, but she’s only seventeen. She takes her job way too seriously, in the sense that she doesnt trust anybody they meet (which is especially shown when they meet the Tofu gang). She doesn’t want anyone but Amalia close and deep down, she’s scared of other people.

She is horrible at teamwork, which only frustrates her and everyone around her. She fails to see the affection Amalia has for her, because her entire self is just a bodyguard.

She doesn’t know who she is without that.

Depression

Dally’s sacrifce absolutely traumatizes Eva, both in the canon and my version. It doesnt need to be seen as romantic tho (we’ll get to that). On top of that AMALIA BRIEFLY DIES AND COMES BACK. Can you HEAR Evangelyne’s entire purpose crumbling down?

In her head, two people just died because of her.

Besides, Percedal sacrifices himself because he cares for her. Not as a „coworker“ or a teammate, but as a friend and Evangelyne cannot fathom that sort of service and relationship.

And even though she failed, her friends are there to support her.  Eva learns compassion.

Self-destruction

However, she now feels she has to „make up“ for her lack of compassion and her failings as a bodyguard. Long story short, she completely flips to the other extreme, basically throwing herself in any sort of danger to protect her friends  (hence when she hears Dally, she immediatelly goes to Rubilaxia). In the show this is less extreme but portrayed as her real and true personality: more reckless and adventureous – but i think the writers just wanted Eva to finally have something in common with Dally (which, btw, uncool), but I’d like this to be portrayed as a bad thing.

Eva fails to see that she’s hurting herself and fails to recognize herself as a person rather than basically a human shield. This arc climaxes in the Cleophée episode and Eva learns that compassion is not transactional, or something to be earned.

Her true self

Evangelyne's final form! We dont know much about Eva's hobbies other than her job and fighting skills, HOWEVER Dally mentions Eva taught him tracking at one point and tbh Evangelyne being a ranger or just studying nature fits her pretty well imo! She is also canonically artistic (as confirmed by the journal she keeps).

I take issue with Evangelyne always being seen as the “mom of the group”. Yes, she's smart and responsible and caring, but that's her job, she's an older sister, less of a mother figure and more of an equal to the others in the gang.

Design

In s1, Id like her to wear a lot of armour with chainmail directly on her skin (haha get it because trust issues), and with a mostly green colour palette, cause, Sadida kingdom yk.

In her s2 look, she throws away most of her armour and self perservation instincts and since her personality completely flips, so does her colour palette - red! The first aid kit is gone and she wears an ascot now (a torn bit from Dally's cape lol).

And finally, i made her a furry I gave her some gadget shoes from Cleophée, helping her move faster, I put some of the armour back and made her hair longer. Her colour palette now consists not only green, but also the "Yugo blue", which i plan on incorporating in everyone's final design :D

AND FINALLY, AN ART DUMP

[sofreddie]

Resigned 6

Summary: Vancouver seems like the fresh start Jensen and Y/N have been waiting for, but is it all they hoped it would be?

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegas are second-class citizens/mistreated, SMUT (Unprotected Sex, Mating), Fluff, Angst, Violence, Derogatory Language/Remarks

WC: 2,976

A/N: It's been ages, I know! Life, writer's struggles, trying to get the details just right. Just know that even if it's been ages, I am STILL determined to get all the things written. Feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

Resigned Masterlist

My Masterlist

Part 5

The flight from Austin to Vancouver was much easier than their first flight together. For starters, it was chartered by the studio, so there was no harassment over Jensen's Omega flying with him, no haggling to get her seated beside him, no harassment from staff or others on the plane. It was as smooth as could be. Y/N didn't complain and resisted fidgeting with her collar as much as possible, though Jensen still had to hold her hands to stop her once or twice subtly.

As promised, he had gotten her a custom collar - which still required a tracking device, serial number, and registration with the OE per Omega laws - which was fitted to her perfectly, thinner and lighter, and more like an accessory than a controlling collar. He still loathed for her to wear it, an uncomfortable churning igniting in his gut as it clicked into place around her neck, covering his mark. He fought back the whine every time he looked at her and couldn't lay eyes upon his claim.

Landing in a private airport terminal, they could board their hired SUV to take them to Jensen's condo. She wouldn't have to face paparazzi - or many people - and would be more relaxed. She was already nervous about their future, the unfamiliar city and country, and her role as an Omega. He wanted things to be as smooth as possible for their transition.

Arriving at the condo, Jensen visibly relaxed as the door closed behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Y/N allowed her eyes to roam; the apartment was rather lovely but sparsely furnished and filled with the scent of her Alpha. Feeling Jensen come up behind her, she moved her hair to the side as he unfastened her collar and tossed it on the kitchen bar counter by the door. They both let out a sigh of relief at its removal.

Jensen's arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her tight and secure to his body, immediately kissing over his claim and gulping down her scent. Leaning against him, she tilted her head to allow him more access. He gave a pleased rumble in response.

"You go in tomorrow, right?" she asked softly, not wanting to break their sweet bubble.

"Yeah," he responded, face still buried in her neck, giving a nip to her mark that made her jump in surprise, then melt and moan.

Jensen chuckled, scooping her into his arms and carrying her down the hall to his bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, making her giggle, and slowly crawled over her. He grinned down at her before stealing her breath with a deep kiss. She relaxed into the bed, her arms snaking around his shoulders to hold him close. He moaned in approval before rolling to the side, taking her with him so that she was on top, her body draped over his. Grabbing her hips, he ground his hardening cock into her core, moaning at the friction.

"Want you on top, Omega," Jensen groaned, grinding harder against her and encouraging her hips to rock against him. "Want to watch you," he pleaded.

After two weeks of mating, they were more than familiar with each other's bodies and arousal. But with his Alpha needing to claim and connect with his Omega, this was the first Jensen had Y/N on top. His whispered words made her feel a surge of empowerment. Her heart raced, pulsing against her ribcage, more than eager to comply. 

They stripped each other bare, kissing relentlessly between each item removed, their hands roaming over exposed skin. After he removed her panties, the last barrier between them, she sat atop his hips once more. As her dampened folds rubbed against his hardened cock they moaned in unison.

"Please, Omega," Jensen begged between pants for breath. "You're in charge. Whatever you want," he half-promised, half-pleaded.

Hearing him beg for her reminded Y/N of her desperation deep in the throes of her heat. She could hear the need and desire dripping from him. She swelled with pride as he squirmed beneath her, knowing she was making him feel that way. It made her feel strong, confident, and beautiful. Knowing he could easily overpower her but choosing instead to give that power to her solidified in her heart and mind that her Alpha belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.

With new confidence, she lifted her hips, grabbing his shaft and lining him up with her entrance before she slowly sank, inviting every last inch until there was no more to take. Sitting upright, she ran her hands along her body and to her breasts, squeezing them in time with her walls, simply enjoying the feeling of being connected. 

"Gotta move," Jensen groaned through clenched teeth, his hands squeezing her hips for emphasis, his hips attempting to jerk up into her.

"I thought I was in charge," she cooed, leaning down over him with a smile, initiating a slow grind.

He nodded, his mouth hung open as the grind gave him enough friction to feel good but not enough to get anywhere. It was maddening in the best of ways. If his Omega wanted to torture him, he'd allow it, simply enjoying being connected to her in such a way. She felt incredible, better than he ever imagined sex could ever feel. Every time Jensen entered her, he thought he was coming home to a place he had carved out just for him.

As her pace built, Y/N sat upright once more, her rhythm increasing until her ass was slapping against the tops of his thighs. She lifted until he was nearly free, dropping back down harshly, crying out at the delicious sting of him hitting her deep. Jensen sat up, his arms wrapping around her, his body moving in sync with hers. She rode him in earnest as he sucked at her nipples, his hands roaming her back and hips, keeping her close.

Lifting his head, he watched as she came undone in his lap, his thumb on her clit to draw out her orgasm. He was right behind her, wanting to ring every bit of her climax from her. As she began to come down, he swiftly rolled her over, pounding to his release, his knot popping to lock them together and his teeth renewing his claim at her neck. She screamed, a sudden second orgasm creeping up on her and ripping from her body.

Jensen lapped at her claim, ensuring it was cleaned and healing correctly. She ran her fingers through his hair, her head turned to the side so he had full access. He continued grinding his hips into her as he took the time to tend to her wound. She had learned that he was obsessed with her mark, constantly kissing, scenting, or renewing the bright scar on her throat. She didn't mind. She was surprised at how much she seemed to enjoy it - the rush of hormones and emotions that ebbed and flowed between them with each bite.

Tomorrow, Jensen will return to work on set, and she will remain at the condo. She didn't know what the future held for her but knew she had time to figure it out. After Jensen's knot receded, he withdrew and dropped to the bed beside her, tucking her against his body as he held her from behind. She began to be glad to be an Omega for the first time, even if it was only because she had an Alpha like Jensen.

-

When she woke, Y/N was alone in bed, Jensen's side having gone cold. She vaguely remembered him kissing her while she was half-asleep and supposed that was his goodbye. She hoped he'd wake her so she could see him off, but he did tell her his job had crazy hours. Forcing herself from the bed, she went to the restroom and dressed before heading to the kitchen for coffee. She passed the bar countertop and eyed the collar, glaring at it as she continued to her intended destination.

Her whole mood changed as she reached the coffee machine. She saw a small note left by Jensen wishing her a good day and promising to see her that night. She couldn't fight the happy grin that spread across her face. Once again, she thought about how lucky she was to have an Alpha like Jensen, who cared about her and went above and beyond to show her he cared.

With coffee in hand, she wandered the condo that was now her home. She looked over each room, thinking of things she could get to make the space more homey. She loved that every inch of the place smelled like her Alpha, giving her peace and calm even in his absence. However, with the bond so fresh, it would be challenging to be away from him initially. She laughed, realizing only a couple of weeks ago that she was terrified and hiding from this. It seemed so silly now.

Jensen had messaged her throughout the day, checking in on how she was and telling her about his day. He missed her just as much, which only made her smile harder. The smile stayed in place all day, even as she worked hard to make dinner for Jensen after his first day back to work. However, as she finished cooking, Jensen called to inform her he'd have to work late that night. She did her best to hide her disappointment.

The following morning, Y/N was sad to wake up and found Jensen already gone, disappointed to have gone to bed alone the night before. The long filming hours kept him at it for however long they needed him. That was a part of acting that she didn't realize. They could be on their feet, fighting or reciting lines, for twelve to twenty hours daily. Just the thought of it had her exhausted.

She did her best to occupy her time in the condo and hide her growing disappointment. She needed time to adjust to the changes and Jensen's schedule. She kept telling herself that, but for days, she missed Jensen, his schedule working him to the bone before they went on hiatus. He made a point to call several times throughout the day, checking in on her, but it had been three days since they'd even seen each other in person.

Y/N occupied herself with unpacking and finding homes for her things in the apartment. It took a while for her mind to register that she'd have two homes to manage and decorate now, not that Jensen pushed any agenda. But she needed to do something. She couldn't just sit around waiting for her Alpha to show up. She had her own life to live as well.

Except, she didn't know what to do with herself. She knew she couldn't go back to some regular, average job. For one thing, Jensen wouldn't see the necessity of it. For another, she knew she'd be in the media's eye because of who her Alpha was. She began understanding that Jensen's schedule and work would dictate most of her life. At a minimum, it would give her time to catch up on reading. She loved reading everything she could, including learning new skills when possible.

Sipping her coffee, Y/N looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city. The seasons were transitioning from fall to winter, and everything was chillier than she was used to in the northern climate. She had been cooped up inside for weeks, primarily alone and barely getting any time with Jensen, which had left her restless and cemented her decision to go for a walk and view the new city where she lived.

She dressed warmly, thankful for the new outerwear items Jensen had insisted upon. As she slung her bag on her shoulder, she double-checked everything, ensuring she had her phone, the card he gave her, and the key to the condo. Tying off her scarf, she tucked the key into her jacket and locked the door behind her.

She paused in the hallway, looking back at the door, feeling like something was off. She rechecked her pockets and confirmed she had everything she needed, but it didn't ease her concern. She stared at the door, absentmindedly pulling at her scarf and chewing on her lip in thought. Then, her eyes widened as she dashed back to the door, hastily opened it, and ran back inside. 

There it was, on the kitchen counter under a dish towel and some random mail flyers - her collar. She ripped off her scarf and struggled to put the collar on her neck, finally managing to snap it in place. She sighed, relieved she remembered - because that would have been bad - and sad knowing it was programmed so only Jensen could remove it. So she'd wear it until he came home, whenever that would be.

Checking her pockets a third time, she went outside, ready for fresh air and sightseeing. Setting a slow pace, Y/N strolled along the sidewalk, examining the various buildings and shops she passed. Though cold outside, she found the air refreshingly brisk, putting a little more pep in her step. Jensen was right; Vancouver was beautiful, and she felt like maybe it was a good city for a new start. 

People nodded and smiled as they passed, lifting her spirits and making her feel like a person. Stopping to browse books on a cart outside a quaint little shop, Y/N turned her attention to a commotion down the walkway. A man and a woman appeared to be causing the commotion, but the passersby didn't notice or care as they continued walking. 

The man criticized and mishandled the woman on a public sidewalk. More than a little confused and wondering why people were passing by, Y/N rushed forward and intervened in the altercation after the man slapped the woman to the ground. It wasn't until she was helping the woman to her feet that she realized she was an Omega and the angry man was an Alpha. 

Scared, she stood her ground, helping the Omega as she wished someone had helped her when she had been carried away against her will. She loved her Alpha, but she still struggled with the trauma of their meeting.

"What is wrong with you, slapping this poor woman?" Y/N chastised the man. "Are you okay?" she turned her attention to the Omega, who was flustered and wide-eyed, pressing a hand gingerly to her cheek.

"Don't you know not to get between an Alpha and his Omega?" the Alpha growled, harshly grabbing Y/N by the arm. "Your Alpha should've taught you to know your place, Omega Bitch!"

Y/N found herself on the ground, the Alpha's harsh slap burning her cheek and making her head feel like it was about to explode. Her fear morphed into rage, and she climbed back to her feet, seeing the Alpha attacking his Omega again. A crowd was suddenly forming, only paying attention when an Alpha raised his tone. Seeing red, she lunged forward without a thought, shoving the Alpha, who stumbled and fell into a display outside the storefront.

Suddenly, chaos ensued as passersby stopped, witnessing the confrontation. Most were screaming at the two Omegas, the crowd having encircled them. A few people attempted to stand up for them, but the louder and angrier mob drowned them out. The Alpha approached the Omega pair, his anger and stance clear; he was seeing to take punishment. 

Several other Alpha grabbed at the two Omegas, their thrashing and struggling uselessly against the much stronger males. The Alpha removed his belt, clearly intent on whipping them. Y/N had never been so relieved to hear the police arrive than she was at that moment.

Two officers stepped in to calm the crowd and ascertain what had occurred. The crowd grew louder and more raucous as the police tried to gain information. Much to her dismay, Y/N was handcuffed a moment later, and the other Omega was also arrested. The Alpha was left alone to sneer after them as they were carted away.

Others began to chime in, some supporting her arrest, others arguing for her release, and cursing the police and the arrival of Omega Enforcement. As the crowd grew rowdy, the officers grabbed Y/N, and the other Omega led them through the growing crowd. As they were placed in the back of an OE car, the officers called in for backup, the crowd shouting and shoving over their heated opinions.

Backup only took a few minutes to arrive, but a large fight had broken out among the masses when they came. The arresting OE officer climbed into the car, driving toward the station now that more officers had arrived.

"My, my, you two are in a lot of trouble," the OE officer spoke as he drove towards what Y/N assumed was the police station. "Interfering in the affairs of an Alpha and his omega, assaulting an Alpha, property damage, and now it looks like inciting a riot too if the looks of that crowd are anything to go by."

The other Omega didn't seem as upset as Y/N. If anything, she breathed easier being away from that Alpha. She hoped she hadn't made things worse for the poor woman whose cheek was already bruising. She could only imagine what she might look like herself.

Y/N dropped her head, refusing to talk or make eye contact. But she couldn't stop the tears from falling as she prayed that Jensen wouldn't be too angry with her. She wouldn't blame him if he chose to leave her there this time; she was a terrible Omega.

PART 7

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[dtrghost]

closeness and proximity part.2

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, violence, angst, descriptions of interrogation and torture, INTENSE gore (imo), cursing, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. If you have a weak stomach or faint heart, please do not read this, like please.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

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The heat choked her body as she threw the covers off, sweat causing her clothes to cling to her body in a way she hated. Her nightmares haunted her dreams at night, reminders of her wrongdoings, failures, moments in life where she had no one. She was reminded of every feeling she felt up until now, and it confused and hurt her at the same time. She stood up, unable to lay in bed any longer and threw on some black cargo pants with a black long sleeve top.

She walked out of her room, making her way to the range where dummies stood to practice on. Personally she thought they were partially useless, they were good to practice hitting targets standing still, but in the field it was quite the opposite. They were running, jumping, moving in every possible direction. They were hitting back, so she always preferred to train with a partner, however, she didn't have one at the given moment, so she had to make do.

She spent hours practicing, taking shots with the blanks provided, ensuring each one landed in the center of their fake forehead, and if they didn't she'd do everything again, and again until her training sequence had been completed perfectly. She had a watcher, and she knew that, ignoring their presence until she finished. Ghost watched as her final shot rang out, hitting the dummy in the same spot she had hit so many times before, announcing the finality of her session.

"You're up early Sunshine." His gruff voice bounced off the stone structure behind the dummies, coming back to her ears in a way she quite liked. The sensation of hearing his voice twice over even though he spoke once was soothing to her in a way, even though he sounded like he swallowed nails and it fucked up his vocal chords for life.

"How old are you?" She questioned suddenly, laying her gun down on the table and unloading the blanks, tossing them off to the side. His eyebrows jumped in surprise at the question, walking over to her and peeking over her shoulder as she cleaned the weapon off, black spots of gunpowder appearing on the cloth she used.

"I assume you already know since you dug through my file." His voice held a bit of contempt and hostility, but her reaction remained even and calm, chuckling, though to her it felt hollow as it always did. The sound followed that feeling, and Ghost noticed it.

"I forget unimportant things." He rolled his eyes and sighed, his hands gripping the top of his vest as he watched her work.

"I'm 28 as of last month." She hummed, glancing over to him. The conversation wasn't inherently interesting, she found no pleasure in the topic, but did find a hint of entertainment in the conversation being with him specifically. She didn't understand why, but she'd indulge for a while, at least while she was still on the team.

"What's on the agenda today?" She moved along, leaning on the table as his wide, tall frame towered over hers. She couldn't help looking over him again, even in his gear he was so... hot. Her mind wandered, the word putting her mind on a track as she yet again shamelessly checked him out.

"Hey." He snapped his finger in front of her eyes, snapping her out of it. "Have some damned respect yeah? I'm you're superior officer." He would be lying to say he hated it, he loved it actually, that the girl he was once so intimidated by still had some human qualities, like attraction and want. But she could tell he misconstrued her intentions, she didn't understand the want aspect of it, she just saw something she liked and looked at it, not because she wanted to have it, but because it was nice to admire.

"I'm not looking to sleep with you. You have a nice frame. That's all." His cheeks involuntarily burned, starting from his covered next and moving up. How could she say that so calmly? He watched her shrug and move on, looking back at her weapons as he sighed.

"Today's an off day. We don't get many so get your arse out the range." He muttered, turning around and walking out with heavy steps and a sway to his walk that she found addicting to watch.

She...

not liked... enjoyed? No, was fond of, close enough.

She was fond of the way he moved, she found it satisfying, how even he was, symmetrical in shape and incredibly fit. She thought long and hard at night about random things, and the male physique was one of the topics that crossed her mind. How much they had going on, as least the ones she'd met in her times of service, all muscular and built to take any blow sent their way. She wished there were more women working in her career, get the best of both worlds, but she found herself understanding why there wasn't.

"Sunshine! Get your arse out of there! That's an order!" Price yelled from the entrance, noticing she hadn't moved from her spot since Simon left. She followed his instructions, deciding to go back to her room and relax in there until she was needed. That's how these types of things normally went.

Her skill and forte for doing what she's technically not supposed to was something that kept headquarters bouncing her around. She'd be on team 141 for maybe a year before being moved, so she chose to not make connections with anyone. Most were happy to let her go for two reasons. One, how persistent she was about not sleeping with them, and two, the nasty scars left behind for even asking the question.

Most of the times she was the one requesting a team change, and they obliged because they wanted to keep her on their good sides for what it was worth. She knew she was being used, but isn't this what she signed up for? What they all signed up for?

She groaned at the knock on her door, loudly expressing her distaste for whoever was behind her, not caring who it was.

"It's time to eat breakfast. You have 2 minutes to sit your arse with us or I'll drag you out myself." Ghost called through the wood, his voice getting raspier as his volume raised. She snickered at the empty threat, getting up and opening the door to see him standing there, irritated that he had to come get her as if she were incapable of coming herself.

"You seem to really like my ass with how much you order it around." His mouth went dry as she pushed past him with a thud, walking over to the table, not looking back at him.

"Fucking hell." He murmured, annoyed by the fact that he was heating up again, mentally cursing himself for being flustered by something so immature. But he couldn't help glancing at it as she walked, how well shaped it was, the weight it had, how it-

Bloody fuckin' perv.

His eyes shut for a moment in shame at the fact he just checked her ass out before making his way back to the table and sitting down next to Soap who left him a seat. The table was tense and quiet, the team glancing around at each other as she ate as if they weren't there.

"So Sunshine. You heading to the pub with us later?" Mctavish questioned, shoving some of his MRE into his mouth.

"No." Everyone stopped eating at her blatant denial. She didn't care for team bonding, she hated it. She found it pointless when they had a higher chance of dying than being a friend to her.

"You should go. It'll be good to get out." Price pushed, looking at her expectingly.

"What do I get out of it?" If she was going to go, it better be for a damn good reason. They looked at each other, sighing as Price instigated the negotiation process. They discussed terms, agreements, benefits, etc, all for one night with her at the pub. This is what she liked about men, how easy they were to persuade, especially as a woman that peaked their interest. It was almost disheartening. She noticed how Simon didn't participate and ate his food in silence.

He didn't want to feed her ego, he didn't care whether she went or not, and he wouldn't waste his time with unnecessary terms for a single night. If she didn't want to go, she shouldn't have to. That's what he thought, and she knew that, she liked that. She liked that he wasn't easy, that he was a challenge to her, to crack, to break. She wanted him to hate her, to loathe her, to feel small compared to her, she wanted the satisfaction of being powerful no matter who she was with.

The terms were settled, they'd buy whatever she ordered and she was required to stay for two hours until she could leave and one of them had to buy her food by then for dinner. The day went by quickly, her having avoided interaction with them all together until she was forced to see them again. For the pub she wore a black crop top, a white button up over top, and some black trousers with some white shoes.

She slipped on a mask that covered half her face, straightened her curly hair, not wanting anyone but herself to see that part of her. Her natural hair was the only genuine part of her that she liked, it was true to who she was, where she came from, and she didn't intend to let people she didn't know or trust see it. She left it up in a ponytail and walked out to see Soap exiting his room.

"Ready lass?" He questioned with a genuine smile, one she couldn't return because she didn't want to go. So she replied with another curt nod, leaving him in silence and following him to the car.

"Sunshine. With me." Ghost commanded, getting into the driver's seat of the car he was going to drive. She found the way her callsign sounded from him to be odd because of the duality of it. A beefy, gruff, cold man calling her sunshine. She sat in the passenger's seat, the car lurching from the force of his foot hitting the gas, moving forward to follow Soap in front of him.

She turned on the radio, only for Simon to turn it off.

"I need to concentrate." He voiced, and when she tried again, he did the same thing, shutting it off.

"I don't care. If you can't think with noise than maybe you should quit before i end up having to drag your rotting corpse out of the field." She snapped, clearly pissed off about not being able to turn on the radio. He looked at her with a blank expression, realizing she was genuinely upset, with all the things she could be putting her emotion towards, she put it towards the fact she couldn't listen to music.

"Careful. Or I'll write you up for insubordination and have you dishonorable discharged." He threatened making her snort and look out the window.

"Do me the favor then will you." His eyes narrowed at her, his grip on the stick shift tightening in irritation. Part of him loathed her, how impulsive and arrogant she was, but then he was reminded that she didn't know any better, which made him angry too. Everything about her and associated with her made him angry, so he huffed and turned on the damn radio.

"This once. That's it." She snickered to herself, the anger slowly dissipating as they drove on in silence, filled by throwbacks from the early 2000s that she liked. They reached the pub and he parked next to Soap, walking inside. The smell of alcohol and sweat intensified the closer they got to the bar, maneuvering through people who were drunk and dancing to the music.

"What is it you're having then?" McTavish asked her.

"I don't drink. I'll take a coke, can preferred, thanks. His tab." He rolled his eyes, nodding to the bartender who later slid her a can of the drink of her choice, everyone watching her crack it open and take a sip, turning away to pull her mask down.

"So you really don't drink?" Gaz questioned her.

"Pretty sure I said that already. Fuck it's hot." She shrugged off her button up, leaving it draped over her chair. Eyes widened at her. She was ripped, her arms were toned, faded scars here and there with some tattoos not only there, but on her waist and sternum, though they weren't as visible due to her shirt.

That's when Ghost noticed it from his side.

"The fuck is that?" He asked, peering to get a better look. Y/N turned her head to him, eyes following his to her brand.

"Got it when I was kidnapped." She explained simply, shrugging off his shocked look until he grabbed her arm for a closer look. He recognized that brand anywhere, soldiers' bodies that came back from Verdansk after failing their initiation program to work under General Voroskoy, an ex-KGB wet agent who commanded the Russian forces in the region.

This changed, everything. This means she survived, she managed to endure the agony they put soldiers into and come out alive. Ghost had seen the autopsy reports, burns, cuts, electric jolts, mutilated bodies from head to toe, some had to be identified using dental records, if they had any teeth left.

"Had they came a week later they would've put me through my second round of ECT. Didn't get drugged up for it either. Then you'd be fighting me." She informed them, Gaz, Price, and Soap having came to look as well.

"What'd they do to you?" She didn't respond, her head turned to face the other direction, her eyes glazed over and distant. She couldn't think, she couldn't answer. Ghost knew that look, and he never liked it. He pushed past his team and stood in front of her, her eyes unwavering on the center of his stomach as he towered over her once more.

"Snap out of it sunshine, that's an order." She couldn't. She wanted to, she wanted to move her eyes, her body, her mind to any other subject, but she couldn't. It was as if she was frozen in time, in this moment, she wasn't even blinking, feeling her eyes beginning to burn.

Was she here? Was she real? It didn't feel like it.

It felt like the world stopped moving, and everything went quiet. Her heart hurt for reasons she didn't understand before various images of what happened rushed through her, and she felt trapped, trapped in her mind for good. Nobody could pull her out, she couldn't see anyone. Not in front of her, not in her peripheral. She was alone. Alone in a concrete box with a singular flickering lamp as her blood coated the floor, she had never left, she had made it all up, all the missions she went on, all the people she met, it was all in her head.

How foolish could she have been. Rescued? On foreign soil? It was a fairytale, and now she was back. She was going to betray her country by force, because she didn't know who she was, that part of her was ripped away. She couldn't stop it, she wasn't in control, she was weak for letting this happen to her, to truly believe for a moment that she was out at a pub with people that wanted to help her.

Nobody, was going to help her. This is it, this is where her life ends.

Ghost's fingers came up to her face, pressing her lids shut.

The blindfold was on.

"1." ...what?

"2." The room began to fade. Were they putting her under again?

"3." Noises flooded her ears, her straining to understand what was being said.

"4." That was... Ghost's voice, the gruffness of it was all too familiar. Years of inhaling dirt and gunpowder left his voice rugged and raspy, but it was recognizable.

"5." It was as if a wire was cut, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by the stimulation of the pub around her. The cold can in her hands, the sounds of music and voices pounding in her ears.

This was a technique he used on soldiers who dissociated and derealized, whose minds traveled back to the root of their ptsd. His hand dropped slowly, her eyes snapping open in alert. Her body jerked forward and he caught her shoulders. He gave them a reassuring squeeze as he watched her panic.

"Calm down love. You were gone for a moment, give yourself some time to adjust." The rest of the team watched in concern and curiosity as she scanned the area, her breath quick and uneven. Her heart pounded in her chest, unable to comprehend what was occurring as she place her can down on the counter and quickly walked outside, not caring who she shoved past to get there.

Ghost was quick to follow her, calling out her callsign over and over when she didn't respond. She felt his big hand grip her wrist, pulling her into a nearby alley. Anger and fear overtaking her as she quickly swiveled on her left foot. Before he could understand what was happening she jumped up, her legs wrapped around his neck before pulling him down to the floor with all her weight.

He grunted in surprise as his back hit the concrete. She was quick to get up, the need to survive pumping through her veins until arms wrapped around her waist, one hand covering her mouth.

"Get a hold of yourself soldier-" Her head came thrusting back, knocking whoever held her in the nose causing them the groan and drop her. Two strong arms pinned her to the wall, another two keeping her legs still as she struggled.

"Hey! Y/N!" Her eyes blew open, meeting the piercing blue of Price's as they bored into hers. The name call caused her to mentally stutter, since nobody called her that, not in the last 6 years.

"You need to calm down. You're a member of Task Force 141, you escaped Russian capture 6 years ago and have been working for the U.N. since." Her mind stopped racing, looking around at the damage she did as Ghost helped Soap with his nose, blood dripping from his hand to the floor as he cradled it. Gaz held her legs down, but made sure that she couldn't hit him in the face with her knee.

"Don't look at them. Look at me." Ghost looked at her, and she didn't like the look in his eyes. She expected some sort of hatred, mistrust, a need to kill her, but all she saw was pity. The word was like a knife to her gut. He felt bad for her, and she hated that. She wasn't weak, she didn't need his sympathy.

"Look at me Sunshine. That's an order." It dawned on her, her eyes snapping to his in frantic panic.

"They know my name." Why would he do that to her? Why would he reveal something she kept so close to her chest?

"I'm Johnny. Johnny McTavish." Soap called out, waving a hand to her as he held a tissue to his nose.

"I'm Kyle Garrick." The man kneeling in front of her said with a small smile. They watched her eyes flicker with confusion, not understanding why. Why were they dumb enough to give that away, to not realize the danger they were putting themselves into. Yes she already knew their names and almost everything about them, but to give that away willing was a principle she couldn't comprehend.

"Simon. Simon Riley." Ghost finished.

"Why. Do you not realize how important that is? Why're you telling me this?" Her gaze was intense, flickering between each of them analytically until she found an answer to her question.

"Because we're a team. We trust each other with our lives." Price answered for them. She searched his gaze, finding no hint of uncertainty or falsehood. They let her go and stood in front of her, not tense, not ready to grab her if she pounced. She took a step forward, and they didn't step back, remaining still and assured.

"Y/N." Her name sounded foreign coming from him, her look directing towards him. Simon's gaze wasn't soft, it wasn't gentle, but it wasn't demeaning either, it wasn't angry or mistrusting. She felt strange, but in a good way, the same way she felt when he called her love. How her chest tightened and her eyes watered, she hated it, but she loved it at the same time.

"Only way we can help you is if you tell us what happened. We've all experienced something, even if it doesn't quite amount up to you, it's enough. So quit being a pain in our arses and bloody say something." He quipped, his closer making the team chuckle, but she didn't understand why it was funny.

"I didn't think I was being a pain." They looked at her oddly, until it dawned on them as she stared back, utterly confused as to why SHE was the pain and not someone else who was less capable than her.

"We've got some fuckin' work to do."

This is part 2! I don't know how many parts this is gonna be, probably not many, but there it is! Thank you so much for reading! Lmk if you have any requests and I promise a relationship between ghost and the reader will occur but I don't wanna rush it so yeah!!

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Office "Work"

Chapter 5 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

Masterlist

Pairing: F!reader x Albert Wesker

Summary: You and Albert are doing an experiment together and decide to experiment with something else

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Co-workers

WC: 3.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: You two argue, Angry make out/sex, Choking, Slapping, Dirty talk, Spanking, P in V, He pins you down, Cums inside of you twice, Hair pulling and No aftercare

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

This is it. This is the moment you and Albert have been anticipating. As he used the tube to drop some of the tablets into the mixture, you two stepped back, waiting to see the results. What the two of you have been attempting to do was enhance part of the T virus, not that it needed it, it was already extremely strong, but Albert and you wonder what it could possibly do. Any lifeform that injects it into them could experience anything, Albert has already offered to be the subject for it, but you're unsure.

The liquid began to fizz and bubble up like soda pop. "Step back." Albert pushed you back with him, the thought of the vial shattering due to heat or it overflowing and somehow managing to hit the two of you was scary - Neither of you wanted that. That entrancing blue liquid began to change into a more thicker substance. "Oh Albert, I believe it is working." You said to him with a soft tone. "Let's not get our hopes up." Albert replied, his voice rather deep and sly sounding, like a fox would sound if it were human.

"And if it does work?" "We'll use it on the ultimate life form." "You?" You questioned the slim, blonde man. Albert only laughed in reply. "You shall see, dear." He always either called you dear or love, maybe it was something he did with all of his former female colleagues.

As for Albert, you don't know much about him. He did tell you on vital thing though and that was that he once worked for Umbrella, those damned bastards. He met you through The Organization though, but you split from them. They were a little too sketchy for your liking. Now ever since, the two of you agreed to work together to bring the T virus into it's most important state, the state that'll enhance it like never before.

Finally, the virus stopped fizzing and went back to it's normal look, although it was still thicker. "When are we going to use it on the uh, 'Ultimate lifeform'?" You asked of him, watching as he slipped his gloves up to pick up the vial. "We? Love, I thought we only agreed to work on it together, not to stick together." He chuckled, screwing the top back onto it and slipping it into a white case that had the Umbrella logo stained onto it.

Ignoring his last words, you spoke up, "Umbrella?" "Need not to worry, it's merely a cover up, therefore, they'll assume it's the doings of the tragic pharmaceutical company." Albert assured you, setting the smaller white case into a black brief one. Little do you know, he's a double crosser.

"Let me help you, I helped you with this, let me see what our creation does." You demanded, you were relentless, Albert liked the spunk you had to you. "No, no, no, you aren't apart of the initial plan." "Now I am." "No you aren't, dear." Albert spoke with a condensing tone which absolutely rubbed you the wrong way. You knew Albert was off, you knew he was far from a good man but somehow you had managed to trust him, confide in him and truly think he'd allow you to see what you helped do.

Albert began to tread off, ignoring your pleas, as if he had absolutely no care in the world. You doubt he ever did. But working with him, you thought the two of you had formed something. You didn't expect to be friends with the man, hell, you didn't want to be. He does realize you know more than he thinks you do, correct? You may be gullible but you aren't fucking stupid. You know he's the captain of the S.T.A.R.S Alpha Squad, which he never thought to make you aware of.

"You will let me help, or else I'll leak what you've done to the public, and all those puny S.T.A.R.S members and that bastard Irons will know of your doings." You yelled as he headed for the white sliding door, he soon paused in his tracks, his head tilted down as he shook it. "What did you just say to me?" He growled. The man turned around, setting the brief case down and speedily headed towards you. You backed up, your back hitting one of the desks, a glass pitcher tipping over. You were scared of him, even if you didn't want to be.

He grabbed your neck, it wasn't hurtful, it was a light choke, but it sure as hell kept you in place. "You want to repeat that?" He grunted, his face only inches from yours. "You heard me, I'll tell them, I'll tell them all." You said sternly, attempting to get out of his grip. This had all happened so quickly. It was like a bomb dropping out of no where. His cat like shaped eyes stared into what seemed to be your soul, as if he was reading you and trying to catch a lie somewhere in your words.

"You know nothing." Albert shouted, slamming you against the wall. Your head hurt afterwards, despite the fact it was only a push. "I know a lot more than you think. I know about you being the captain, I know that you plan to betray them and shit, you probably aren't just working for The Organization either." You rambled on, Albert seemed to be surprised yet amused. "How'd you figure this all out, hm? Who're you truly working for?" "The Organization, because unlike you, I am not a shitty person." "Yes you are, you're helping develop a virus that could wipe out mankind." He shut your statement down real quick.

Both of his hands gripped the white counter top, anger in his face evidently. "Why?" He yelled, "Why must you help?" He was furious, clearly. You stepped closer to him, not being as scared as you were before. "Because, I want to see what it does, I wanna see what it is you plan to do." "But it's none of your business." "But it'll be the Police Department's business when I let them know what their precious captain has been up to." You countered his sentence. He scoffed rudely.

"You're pathetic." Albert spat out at you, pulling away from the counter and once again getting in your face. He was mad, really mad. You felt scared but not as you did before. If anything, this was the first time he wasn't so monotone; He seemed real as of now. Those blue orbs of his were easy to get lost in, and you found yourself finding it hard to get out of them, time and time again. He was furious, yeah, but he looked better than ever, admittedly.

Are you truly pathetic?

"Am I?" "Very much." "How so?" "Look at you, black mailing me. Scum to the Earth, you are." "As if you aren't completely black mailing the R.P.D." You stated rudely, crossing your arms and stepping closer to him, standing up for yourself as you should. A sly smirk formed on the mans face, seeming as if he was pleased by something. The smirk soon faded as he spoke up again. "I could kill you." "Yet you haven't." "Yet I will." "So then do it." You know he won't. He can't. He defies himself to not do so.

Now, it was as if the two of you were in a staring competition.

His cold, icy eyes were staring into your soft, delicate ones. You didn't know what to think nor what to say. You were stumped, he seemed to be too. Anything you said, you were able to clap back ten times harder. A look of defeat was plastered on his smooth face, irritatied is most likely how he was feeling.

You went to turn away, wanting to just get out of this mess but before you could even proceed with one step, he pushed you up against the wall again and smashed his lips to yours. Utter shock. "Why do you defy me?" He growled, lifting your arms above your head and keeping them there. You grinned into the kiss, your gentle lips mad against his obsessive ones. "Because someone has to." You snorted, kissing him back, oh how you've yearned for this. Albert was always an attractive man.

You'd be lying if you said you've never imagined how this very moment would go down.

You attempted to move your hands, but ultimately failed. He kept you in place. You wanted to touch him though, feel his slim body. "You enrage me." "You think you don't do the same?" You mumbled against his lips, moaning as he pressed himself into you, your body shoved up against the wall completely. His fingers were wrapped tightly around your small wrists, making sure you weren't going anywhere. "You should just be obedient, but no, you just can't be, can you? Do you give your other co-workers this difficult of a time?"

Great question! You don't. Just him.

"It's none of your business, what I do with other workers." You stated cockily, this earned a light slap to your face before he then grabbed it, staring at you once again. "You're a brat." He grumbled. "I am?" You were so cocky, so snarky. He couldn't stand it. It were as if he was looking into a mirror. He couldn't stand how similar you are to him, he couldn't believe there was someone out there like him. It drives him literally mad.

"Tell me," He began, a seductive tone playing off of his tounge. "Is this what you want? Hm? To be fucked? To be told what a brat you are? Because frankly, you seem to be enjoying this." He teased, his face once again so close to yours. "Is that what you want?" "That wasn't the question." He then practically tossed you against one of the desks, having you bent over in front of him. "I'll make sure this is quick, brats don't deserve the good girl treatment." Albert hummed out, you could hear him messing with his pants, then yours.

This was it.

"What are you going to do?" "Fuck you, hard. Make sure you stop disobeying everything I tell you, and what others tell you. Clearly, you need it." Albert scoffed at you. You felt pathetic but oh, in the best way imaginable. You allowed him to pull down your baggy, gray pants, the cold lab air hit your legs instantly, your faded unshaven hairs sticking up and your stomach doing a twirl; It felt more like excitement rather than being affected by the cold though.

"Pull your panties down, slowly, and stay in position." He ordered sternly. You were frozen. You didn't know if he was being serious or not. "Did you hear me?" "Yes..." "So get to it then." He grunted, taking his hand right across your ass. You didn't know whether to smile or yelp, both maybe?

You took both of your hands on either side of your panties, slowly yet surely pulling them all the way down. You could feel Albert staring you down, glancing at your ass as you listened to his demand. A pool of wetness sat in your panties, soaked into them, you wondered if Albert was hard or not, he had to be. You felt scared, being completely nude from the waist down now. You are self conscious, hopefully he doesn't notice that about you.

He came up from behind you, lifting your stomach up slightly, causing your legs to lift off of the ground and when you did that, he used his dress shoe to pull your panties out from below you. You turned your head to the side, waiting to see what he was going to do and what he did totally caught you off guard. He picked up your underwear, scrunching them into a ball and sniffing them, his eyes closing gently as he did. The pheromones releasing from them and into his brain seemed to cause the erection in his pants to only grow worse.

You could literally see the imprint through his underwear.

"Smells amazing." He growled, now taking off his undergarments.

Your breath shuttered, you were in awe with how this man was. He could be so angry yet so sexy all at once, how was that even manageable? He stuffed your underwear into the pocket of his lab coat, then he grabbed ahold of your waist, a grin on his face that you couldn't see considering he has you bent over the table. You felt his manhood press against your ass before he then pulled his underwear down, his hard cock hitting your ass, then part of your center, earning a soft sigh out of you.

"You will be quiet, don't make a single sound, got it?" "Yes." You nodded, resting your head against the table, on your arms which were also set on it.

Behind you, you heard some shuffling before you felt his dick enter you, not even a single fucking warning. A small squeal came from you, your eyes widened and you heard Albert's "Tsk, tsk tsk..." From behind you. "Stay silent." That was going to be your only warning, you presume.

He began to pump himself into you, every inch feeling never ending. He had to at least be six or seven inches, oh he was so big. He was on the thicker side though, you could tell. His girth shot into you like a bullet flying out of an automatic, he just didn't let up. His hands held your waist in place, his long fingers trailing on your midriff, all over it. You could hear his moans behind you, at least he was enjoying this as well.

It was hard to stay quiet. You wanted to moan, whimper, all of it. You needed to let out something. It simply felt so good. "Crazy how quiet you get once you're being fucked." Albert taunted from behind you. The sound of your guy's skin slapping was rowdy, especially when he'd go into a frenzy, he'd go super fast and hard, that's when it felt best. "Can I speak?" You whined out, closing your eyes tightly as his thrusts got deeper, hitting that far, sweet spot. "What do you have to say?" He questioned you.

"It feels amazing." You giggled, lifting your head up, stabling yourself finally. "Oh, does it now?" "Mhm." You moaned, instantly covering your mouth, but that didn't last long as he pulled your arm behind your back, then the other one. "No, uh uh, no cheating your way out of this, my dear." Albert teased, one of his hands holding your wrists in place, his other still on your waist. Your entire torso was laying on the white table now, it was a bit uncomfy but it was difficult to think about that when he was dicking you down.

With each thrust, the desk beneath you shook and shifted, pushing itself further up. Albert hadn't seemed to have taken notice of it though, unless he simply just didn't care. "You're such a bad girl, so disobedient." You were. He wasn't wrong. But look at him now, fucking it out of you. Maybe he's the bad and dirty one.

Like he read your mind, he pounded into you harder, his cock twitching within you, your tight walls clenched around him, your cunt dripping. "Bet you've had more than one worker fuck you like this in attempts to get your attitude straight, hm? But they never fucked you this good." Albert huffed out, his other hand now on the back of your desk. You felt paralyzed but there was no complaining from you, him man handling you was needed, you deserved it.

"No one can fuck you like I can." He finally stated before you felt his cum stream into you, earning the loudest moan out of you, it was so unexpected. You would've at least thought he'd pull out, but nope. "Jesus Christ." You attempted to stand up but he shoved you back down. "I'm not done with you yet." He began to move into you again, his erection forming back up inside of you, filling up your walls. "What?" "I'm not letting you go til you cum around me." Albert established with you.

Wow, what a gentleman...

You rolled your eyes at his statement.

How could he immediately go back to fucking directly after cumming inside of you? That's rare for men, super uncommon. But overall, you aren't complaining.

His hand that was on the back of your neck now slithered up to your hair, gripping it as he fucked you. Gosh, it felt amazing, it was a such an adrenaline rush. "Oh fuck." "Stay quiet." He groaned, tossing his head back as he continuously slammed into you. Oh you could feel it, your climax was about to hit it's peak, your pussy clenched around his member, milking him once again, his semen inside of you. A total creampie.

You then also came, all around his length. He pulled out of you as you did, leaving you there to have an orgasm alone, without his touch. You held onto the table for dear life as you did. "Ohhh fuck." You whimpered, your legs twitching. You truly can't recall the last time you were fucked that good, it felt wonderful. He really knows how to use that dick of his. "My God." You chuckled, turning around as your orgasm died down but all you seem was him getting dressed immediately.

"Where are you going?" "Away." "Already?" "Do I have any more reason to stay?" He didn't seem to care at all, he was so nonchalant about this entire situation. You remembered your panties being in his possession. "At least give me my underwear." You sighed, being kind of upset with how he was just planning to up and go. Did he have no heart? "Hmm." He thought for a moment. "No, I'd rather keep them, use them for later." He snickered, that turned you on a bit but his actions were nonsense.

"So what, you just fuck me and leave? What's your deal?" "My deal? I needed to fuck the bitchiness out of you, guess that didn't work." "Albert..." "My love..." He mocked you, a chuckle coming out from him as he went for the door but you stopped him once again, for the last time. "Am I able to help and see what our creation will unfold?" You asked him, pleading at this point. "You know my email, my dear." He smiled menacingly before he walked out of the office, leaving you there, naked.

[frostsinth]

Your Heart's Got Teeth - Pt. 6

Part 1|2|3|4|5 - Masterlist

Here, have another part of this enemies to lovers-esque story. Come off the cliff hanger I left from the last update.

Thoughts and impressions appreciated. My thoughts? These two are idiots and I love them. Also, this is not close to done. So enjoyyy.

Language and innuendo warning. Viewer discretion is advised.

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“You pompous, arrogant, son of a-”

SNNAAAP!!!

I gasped as suddenly the air was forced out of me by the freezing waters and the sound of the storm was muffled by the river in my ears. Before I could even think, my head dipped below the surface, and I sucked down a mouthful of the icy liquid. Then my feet hit the bottom, and half on instinct alone I pushed off. Bouncing back towards the surface. But I was waterlogged, heavier than when I had fallen in. Even with the momentum, I barely crested the surface. Trying desperately to get my face out. Flailing and kicking. Still not sure if I was up or down but feeling the hint of cold wind over the top of my wet hair before I dropped back below the surface.

As suddenly as I had fallen in, I felt the suck of the water around me as I was yanked back out. Gasping as soon as the icy wind hit me square. Struggling to breathe. My chest clenching tight and preventing real air from flowing back into my lungs from the shock of it. Solid ground hit my knees, my hands. But I couldn’t fully feel them, couldn’t lock them in to hold my weight. And so I flopped to the ground. Gaping like a fish and instantly shivering so hard my bones rattled in my frame. Blackness dotted the edges of my vision, and I groped and wriggled slowly. As if I could claw my way out of the icy grip the winter had me in. Something around my waist, pulling my face from the snow. Then a heavy force hit my back with a thump. Once, then twice. At the third strike, my diaphragm kicked back to life. Spasming and leaving me painfully coughing. Gagging up the water that had found its way to my lungs.

Another shocking gasp as I left the ground again. Hoisted up, then smacked against something firm (though softer than the ground). The wind was a bit lessened in this new position, but I couldn’t feel anything other than that. I tried to wiggle my fingers, tried to draw in another breath. I struggled with both, my body just refusing to obey.

“Hold on!!” Came a familiar voice over the raging wind.

I tried to make sense of it all. Tried to remember what was happening. Where my hands were, my legs, my head. Trying to remember who I was. Where we had been. I knew dimly that I had fallen into the river. I knew that someone was carrying me now through the storm. But where could we go?? I had to get out of the storm. I had to get warm, and fast. Or I wouldn’t be remembering anything else ever again.

An echoing laugh danced in my ears. A memory, so long past I had almost forgotten it. I reached, clawing, tugging.

“C-Cave!” I gasped as loud as my stricken throat could manage. “E-Ea-sst-sst!”

I thought I heard a growl, or a grumble. Maybe I felt it in my cheek. I felt my head swirl, felt darkness quickly circling my vision. Felt myself grow heavier, and at the same time, felt nothing at all.

My ears rang with the sudden silence when the wind cut out, and I managed to find enough semblance of myself to shiver. Quake really, from head to toe. As if a rattle being shaken enthusiastically by every child who would ever think to shake it all at once. Then I was falling, but there was no crash at the end. Something hard and cold, and I ran my fingers over it. Stone? I was on my side now, I thought, and a clatter had me trying to look about.

A soft snap and hiss. Orange red light. Filling the void of my vision. Having me blinking rapidly. Shaking my head, though no one would notice since my entire body was in spasms of cold.

“Here. Quick.”

I felt tugging. Pulling. Fingers? Hands maybe. I was too numb to tell. Like ice sheets dragging across my skin. The crunch of something crashing into stone. Something new around me? No… wait, yes? Distinctly floating, then not again. Wrapped up, tingling numbness. Wet, maybe warm? Warmer. Still quaking, still shivering. That was good. Good to shiver. Meant my body was reacting to the cold. It was so cold, it burned. I almost cried for the pain of it. Twisting, trying to find my hands. My limbs. The burning singe at the tips of my fingers, the edges of my skin. Felt like they weren’t there at all. Then realizing my eyes were almost frozen shut. Forcing them open.

A dark beard, two long, thin braids trailing from it. A thick green neck that flashed as he breathed. Copper yellow eyes. Piercing and sharp. Staring down at me. A furrowed brow, thick lashes. Huge teeth, a wide mouth. I blinked stupidly, trying to figure out why it was so close. He shifted, and my nose was tucked against that green neck. Against the warm skin. It was warm. I could almost feel the warmth now. Even amid my lack of feeling, I could tell it was different than my cold.

“Listen, you little bitch,” Came the soft, rumbling growl, “You’d better not freeze to death on me. Or so help me I will kill you.”

I would’ve scoffed, if I had more presence of mind. My lips were still numb, but my teeth were clacking together now. I thought I might bite my tongue if I tried to speak.

“I-i-id-d-dio-ot-t.” I chattered.

It was worth the risk.

Arms around me tightened. He shifted the furs, shifted closer to the fire. “Keep talking.” He said softly. “Keep talking, vile woman.”

I felt my eyes start to close, felt my breath become shallow. I nearly gasped as he shook me, my head flopping about painfully.

“No. Don’t sleep. Don’t you dare.” He growled. “Talk to me.” He stymied another attempt to close my eyes with another little shake. “Talk to me!”

“F-f-fff-uck-k oo-o-ooff-ff-ff.” I stammered through clattering teeth.

A rumble of approval. “Better. At least you can follow directions.”

I felt my fingers curl into a fist. As if I might punch him. Punch that smug look off his face I was sure he had. I couldn’t find the strength to do more than that.

“O-oh, y-yy-yo-oou…” I tried, then sneezed. “… B-b-b-b-”

“You brilliant creature?” He offered. “Beloved chief? Beguiling rogue?”

“B-b-bbb-bas-tt-tard-d.”

He scoffed, shifting me again, pulling another stick over to the fire. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.”

I tried to shove at him. Sneezing again instead. His thick, powerful arms barely let me shift an inch.

“B-b-b-bas… Bas- b-b-b.”

“Becalming.” He suggested. “Bright. Brilliant. Beautiful?”

“Ba-Bass… B-b-bast..tard…”

A chuckle now. “Whatever motivates you. Stay awake.”

I blinked slowly, still shivering. My toes and fingers remained numb, but other parts of my body tingling painfully as if hundreds of needles were pricking them. I tried to look around, but felt his grip tighten. As if I might try to climb out of the warm cocoon he had me wrapped in. I scoffed quietly, letting my head drop back amid the furs wrapped around me. Feeling my breath shudder and shake as it spilled down his bare chest.

“… W-whe… w-w-where…?” I mumbled, shaking and trying to wiggle my fingers and toes.

“Cave.” He reminded me, and one of his hands came around to begin rubbing firmly at my feet. “Already had wood stacked in here… yours?”

I managed a small nod. Trying to pull my thoughts together better. He rumbled again, giving me a little squeeze. He passed me something, and when it fumbled from my hands he brought it to my lips instead. The warm liquid felt good on my throat, and I almost sighed when he finally lowered it.

“Not enough wood for the night. Not to keep it warm enough to melt your frozen heart.” He explained. “But enough to get you thawed out a bit.”

“C-c-Cold.” I managed.

Another dry chuckle. “Obviously. Taking a bath in the frozen river in the middle of a massive blizzard will do that.”

I managed to thump my fist weakly against his chest. “Y-y-you-ou… b-b-bas-bastard-dd.” I accused.

He grunted. “Sorry, can’t hate me until you can function properly again.”

His other palm was at my back now. Rubbing between the shoulder blades. Over my neck. Firmly rolling down my back. I felt my eyes droop at the pleasantness of his firm fingers. I gasped again as he shook me.

“No sleeping.” He ordered.

“F-ff-ffuck…” I tried, then sighed tiredly. My fingers slowly uncurling. Resting my cold palm flat against his chest. I felt goosebumps raise under my touch. He offered me another drink of the warm water, and I drank it obediently before settling back into his arms.

I lost track of how long we sat there in silence. His hands rubbing up and down my chilled skin. My fingers, my shoulders. My toes and arms. I blinked, trying to keep myself awake. Trying to make complete sense of what was happening. My mind swirling uselessly, my body shivering with cold and exhaustion. Another little sneeze escaped me, and I shifted a little against him.

“… Still awake?” He asked finally, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

I managed a tiny nod and a petering, affirmative sound.

“Good.” I felt him shift around me, and managed to look up in time to see him craning his neck towards the cave entrance. “We’re stuck here at least for the night.” He told me. “I’ll need to get more wood.”

“T-treessss.” I mumbled.

“What?”

“Y-y-you g-ge-get w-wood-d fr-f-from t-treesss.” I stuttered through shivering lips. “C-ca-case yo-you-you’ve n-n-never h-ha-had t-t-to b-b-bother be-before.”

He shook his big head, beads chiming in his braids as he did. “You’re a dead woman.” He grumbled.

“A-an-n-n ax w-worksss b-b-bes-”

“Oh, shut up.” He cut me off. “Even half frozen you’re still a bitch.”

I almost smiled, but wasn’t quite sure I had the muscle strength to do so yet. Still, I was starting to feel warmer. Starting to feel as though my body might obey me if I tried. I turned my face towards his warmth. Sighing again instead. Breathing in his musky scent. Feeling my heart skip a bit as his arms encompassed me. He was so warm, and despite his firm muscles and biting words, he held me very gently. Like a doll made of glass. I wondered suddenly what it would be like to wake up in these arms. Which brought stirring to the surface the memory of the last time we had been alone together. The taste of his warm mouth against mine, the press of our bodies…

Almost as cold as the icy river, I felt guilt slowly wrapping its fingers around me at the memory. Which made his once gentle touch burn as if he had dropped me in the hot coals instead. I shifted in his arms, starting to pull back clumsily. I felt his body tighten around me.

“P-p-put m-m-me-me d-d-d-”

“I didn’t drag you through a blizzard just for you to freeze to death in a cave.” He snapped before I could stammer it out. “Hold still.”

I shoved at him weakly, wondering how my elbows didn’t break from the attempt in their current weakened state.

“I-I-I ss-ssaid, p-p-put m-m-me d-down.” The order was weakened by my chattering teeth. But I shook my head stubbornly.

He wrapped his arms further around me. “Even if it’ll keep you alive, you still can’t stand the idea of an orc touching you.” His voice was quiet and dark, somehow filling the room as effectively as a choking smoke.

“I-I c-c-c-an’t… ” I tried to push away from him again.

I gave an unglamorous ‘Omphh!’ as he suddenly dumped me from his lap. Standing up and glaring down at me. His hands balled into fists, his teeth bared.

“Fine then. FINE! Freeze to death. See if I care!” He tossed his hands up, turning and grabbing his big battle ax before stomping out the cave entrance.

I stared after him for a long time, and shivered in the silence. Torn between my own shame of letting him touch me and now the growing guilt of his fresh disdain. The cave felt colder with his absence. Despite the fact that his huge body was no longer filling the tiny space, I felt like the walls had shrunk. Like it would all collapse on me at any minute. I sniffled, blinking back the anxiousness that settled like a shroud over me. Trying to push back the emotions that threatened to suffocate me, shifting a bit closer to the fire he had built in the center of the cave. Hearing the distant drip of water from somewhere amid the crackle of the flames. I noticed some jerky put to warm by the fire, and took a small piece to chew. Even the little bites sapped my energy reserves, and I felt myself droop as I waited for the warm food to hit my stomach. Shivering again.

I reached out from his big cloak which he had left around me, pulling out one of the last smaller logs and shakily placing it on the fire. The movement had a draft of cold sweeping across my skin, and I quickly re-bundled myself even as I quaked on the stone. Which made me realize… I had no clothes.

I glanced down quickly as if to confirm the fact. Then wrapped up his cloak even tighter around me and feeling what could pass for a hot flush in my current state rising to my cheeks. That whole time? That whole time, he had been rubbing his big, meaty hands up and down my naked body? Had me pressed directly to his bare chest?

I almost groaned, my throat suddenly burning. Feeling like I would have cried if I’d had the fluids left to do so. If I could be sure they wouldn’t break like ice at the corners of my eyes.

The Gods were punishing me. I shouldn’t have survived. It would have been better if he had just let me sink to the bottom of the river. This was worse somehow, knowing I’d let him… And even now, I was wrapped up in his cloak. It stank of him, and I felt my nose rub against the fur a little as I drew in a deep breath of it. Shivering, and not just from the cold. I shifted a little closer to the fire, feeling guilty for even that.

I tried to think of something else. Looking around the little cave. I felt a flood of memories come to the surface of my cloudy thoughts. The sound of my brother’s laughter. His smile. I felt my guilt turn to sorrow, which only doubled the ache in my heart. This was one of many of the caves that had been our hideouts. Adequately stocked for our excursions, packed to near bursting with memories. My brother had never been the strongest of constitutions. Often he would wait in one of these caves while I hunted nearby… I hadn’t been back to any of them since he had passed…

I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, wallowing in my guilt and sorrow. Watching the fire crackle. Half wishing I could just let it burn down to nothing. Just sink into darkness, and let myself fall asleep. My eyes did feel heavy, and a few times I felt them close. But the howl of the wind or the distant snap of a branch would waken me. And I stared at the entrance instead. Pulling the fur up over my damp hair. Rubbing at my fingers and toes. Wondering if Jou’kiel had decided to leave me here. Wondering if he was going to let the elements do what he had always wanted… Wondering if it would be worth the burns to pull some of the coals in and hold them against myself. Just to feel some real warmth again.

Finally, his lumbering steps announced his return. Dragging a small tree behind him and shaking the snow off his broad, bare shoulders. Reminding me I was currently wrapped in his cloak. Leaving him completely exposed to the storm’s biting winds. But I swear I could see steam rising off his body, and wasn’t sure it was all melting snow dripping down his huge, muscled back.

He glanced at me as he came in, as if unable to resist. Looking away as soon as he saw my eyes were open. Then brought the tree in as deep as he could. It filled the space, and deftly he began trimming down the branches. Filling the room with the scent of pine and sap. He moved down its length, then took his big ax and cracked it into the trunk itself. Careful not to pierce all the way through and damage his weapon on the stone floor. It was a battle ax, so not the most efficient thing for cutting up the wood. But it did more than well enough, and soon he had a new pile of wood sitting beside the old. Starting to dry out in the smoke of the fire.

“Given the blizzard, I’ll suffer you a little longer.” He told me haughtily, plopping down on the stone floor almost on the opposite side of the fire. Tossing a fresh log and rubbing at his arms as it sparked to life. “Soon as it breaks, you can get the fuck out.”

I didn’t answer, staring at the crackling flames. Watching them lick over the new log, snapping and creeping up its length. The fire and its warmth growing to fill the cave again. I blinked slowly, still shivering, and wondering if I just closed my eyes, if I’d be able to shut it all out. At least for a few hours. I rubbed at my runny nose with the back of my hand.

I saw him glance at me, then give a huff. Shaking his damp braids.

“… Considering how much you apparently hate us, you sure have a knack for saving orcs.” He grumbled angrily. I peeked at him, and he made a point to look away.

I didn’t answer, sitting and shivering. Staring at the fire. I saw him sneak another piercing glance at me. Then a low growl formed in his throat. He pulled some more jerky from the pack and set it beside the fire to dry out and warm up.

“What, too good to speak to me now?” He demanded in an angry hiss.

“… I d-didn’t save ann-nyone.” I assured him after a long pause, my tones soft and bitter.

He dragged one of the branches over, slowly snapping the twigs off one at a time absentmindedly and tossing them into the fire.

“You saved Izu.” He ticked off one finger, still sounding angry, then tossed a stick to the flames.

“I-I just let hhhim go.”

Another scoff. “Hear him tell it, you fought off a horde to aid his escape.” He stared down at the latest stick in his big hands, twirling it deftly. “… And you saved me.”

I jerked a bit, looking up at him in surprise. His dark scowl flicked to me, then back to the stick. He tossed it into the flames with the others after a moment.

“… I broke the ice.” He told me quietly. “It was my weight that caused it to break. If I had fallen in, you would never have been able to pull me out. But you irritating, horrible little thing that you are… you shoved me out of the way.”

I huffed a bit, pulling his cloak tighter around myself and shaking my head a little. “D-d-don’t give mm-me that c-credit.”

His scowl deepened. “Gods forbid anyone discovered you saved not one, but two orcs.” He snarled. “You might just die of the shame.”

I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut. “… Y-you sh-should hhhave left m-me.” I mumbled.

He rolled his eyes, twisting and yanking the next stick off the branch. “I owe you a debt now too.” He grumbled. “I fucking told you I didn’t want to owe you anything.”

“Y-You don’t.”

“You don’t get to decide that.” He snapped again, copper yellow eyes darting up to fix me with a glare. “And even if you hate orcs, even if you might slit my throat, I will honor that debt.”

I felt my own brow furrow. I rubbed the back of one hand at my nose and shook my head.

“I th-thought yoou didn’t m-make promises.” I mumbled bitterly.

He scoffed, snapping a particularly large twig with a resounding CRACK. Tossing it into the fire to have the flames leap and lick at it eagerly.

“I don’t. That’s not a promise.”

I ran my thumb up and down the furs. Still staring into the fire’s center. Shivering a little, with a deep chill that felt like it was set in my bones already.

“Y-you’re an i-iddiot.” I told him around my mostly numb lips.

He bared his teeth at me. “Maybe I am. Getting caught up in you.” He tore his gaze away, looking around. “Getting stuck in this cave. I should have gone back with Izu. Made sure he was safe. Should have dragged you back like… ” He glared back down at the branch. Snapping off a few sticks angrily. “I should have just killed you the first time I saw you… And kissing you? That was my worst mistake. A stupid, stupid mistake.”

I wasn’t sure why that bothered me as much as it did. I felt a fresh guilt claw at my throat, making it burn. I blinked back icy tears, shivering and wondering again if the burns might be worth it. If I could sit in the center of a pyre, just so that I could feel warmer. Could feel anything. It was as if the chill in my skin sought to sink to my heart.

“… Ssorr-” I stopped my apology short, then huffed a little angrily. Looking down at the ground. “… I-it can’t hh-happen again.”

He snarled, shoving the branch off to the side angrily. “You frigid bitch. How dare you? How DARE you think you can order me around??” He slid closer so that he could jab a finger at my cold shoulder through his cloak wrapped around it. “You are the hostage here. No matter what Izu might think,” I winced a bit at the reminder, and his scowl deepened. “You will do as I say.”

I shot him a sour look, half buried in his cloak. “J-just leave me al-lone.” I mumbled bitterly.

He leaned across the gap between us, leering over me. “I’d love nothing more. But now…” He stopped, then adjusted his mouth, scowling again. “… Now I can’t. No matter how much you want me dead.”

I shifted, avoiding his eyes.

“… I d-don’t want you dead.” I told him quietly, then winced guiltily.

Another scoff. “Sure. You only insult and threaten the people you like.” His free hand went up to rub at his neck, where just a few hours previously my blade had been pressed. “Gods above, what did an orc ever do to you to make you hate us so.”

“Ass-side from d-decimating the village that r-raised me?” I said, half under my breath. A bit of ire rising in me at his jabs.

“You hated us long before we stepped foot here.”

“I don’t hh-hate-”

“Don’t lie to me, Calliope!” He snarled, his breath hot in my ear he was so close. I flinched, and he jabbed his finger at me again. “There! You can’t even bare to be near me. Can’t even…” He growled, a deep rumbling in his chest that filled the air around us, and I jumped as his huge hand suddenly grabbed my chin. Forcing me towards him. “Just look at me, damn it!”

My ire fully sparked and burned, and I shoved his hand away. Glaring at him. Matching his scowl with my own.

“You don’t know me!” I snapped. “You don’t know an-anything about me! You sss-spoiled, arrogant-”

He grabbed my chin again, a little more firmly this time. Bringing himself even closer. His copper eyes as hot as the coals in the fire beside us.

“You kissed me back.” He reminded me, and I brought both hands up to try to tear myself from his grasp without avail. “For a minute, just one solitary fucking minute, you didn’t hate me. Now you’re repulsed by me, even more than before. And I find myself trying to figure out what made me kiss you in the first place. How I could crave such a bitter little hateful bitch so much that I thought I wanted to fuck her.”

“Let me go!” I cried, twisting in his grasp, the cloak slipping down my shoulders a bit as I did.

“Why??” He growled. “Does my touch burn? Does it bother you that I wanted to fuck you? That was until I realized what a raging, odious bitch you really were.”

“You dumb, m-mindless oaf!” I snapped again, punching at his arm weakly. “How can you be so f-fucking thick hh-headed!”

“No better than a monster, right? Isn’t that what you think of orcs?” He asked angrily, his tone crackling hot with his rage, his volume raising to be thunderous in the cave around us. “No better than fucking a mindless beast. Do I really disgust you so??”

“I DISGUST MYSELF!” I shouted back at him.

A final shove amid his surprise and he released me at last. Dropping his hand away and staring at me. I gasped, collapsing a bit and wrapping my arms around myself. Shaking again, and not from the cold. My eyes felt hot, my throat burned. The echo of our shouting seeming to bounce about the stone walls in our sudden silence.

“… For wanting me.” He reasoned after a few quiet moments, his deep baritone a barely discernible rumble at its current soft volume.

“You ssself-centered bastard,” I scoffed, “It’s not about you! It was n-never…”

I stopped short, then shook my head viciously. Trying to take back the confession even as it welled up inside me. I turned away, pulling the cloak as far up around myself as I could without disappearing into it entirely.

“I-I…”

Another rumble from somewhere deep in his chest as I dropped off. “… Don’t tell me you’ve lost your nerve now.” He pressed. “What else am I supposed to think? How could it not be-”

“It’s my f-fault.” I whispered, shivering again.

He stopped short, staring at me. “… What’s your fault?”

“You are.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Being here. All those… Everyone’s dead…” I gushed. My voice shook, and I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “Because of me. Because I let Izu’lemi go. Because…” I choked, shaking my head again. Burying my face in the furs as I shook with the weight of my guilt. “You should have let me d-drown. O-or freeze… You should have buried me…” A single tear escaped my defenses. “I deserve it.”

There was a long, drawn out silence. I hid my face, refusing to look at him. Drawing in one deep, agonized breath after deep, agonized breath.

“… Izu didn’t tell us about your village.”

My head snapped up, and I looked at him with wide, red rimmed eyes.

“What??”

He shook his head. “Izu didn’t tell us. One of the soldiers did.” He grunted, shifting a little to cross his legs and almost absentmindedly put another log on the fire. “Some bastard who tried to sell his own people for a little coin. Izu actually tried to stop the order to attack.” He didn’t look at me, poking at the fire with a long stick until it crackled back to life. “So if that's what all this is about, you’ve been beating yourself up over nothing.” A smirk started playing across his lips. “And you have the nerve to call me an-”

He gave a shout of surprise as I whacked him across his shoulders. Looking over at me with his previously abandoned branch clutched between my hands. Tears still in the corners of my eyes. I brandished the branch again, scowling at him.

“You bastard!” I snapped. “You self-indulgent pig! You didn’t ever think to-”

Now it was my turn to shout as he snatched at the branch even as I swung it to hit him again. A firm yank, and I came toppling forward. Stubbornly refusing to release my hold. Resisting weakly as he pulled me even closer. He had my arm now, and twisted it so that I dropped the branch. Bringing us perilously close together.

“Don’t push me, woman,” He snarled in my face, his nose almost brushing mine, “I can still bury you!”

I brought my free hand out and smacked him soundly across his cheek. “So much for your debt!” I shot back as I did. “You stupid, arrogant, son of a -”

He gave a quiet roar. Lunging at me. Knocking me on my back and pinning me there. The cloak half twisted around me. I wriggled beneath him for a moment, and he shoved his big head back in my face. Crouched over me on all fours.

“You irritating! Frigid! Stubborn-” He started, his voice as thunderous as his brow.

Then we froze, almost as one. I felt his hot breath against my face. Saw his copper eyes smolder, his jaw shift. I swallowed a lump in my throat, closing my mouth after realizing I had left it gaping. Panting a bit from my exertion as he hoovered over me. Half of my cold skin exposed before him, which sent goosebumps racing down my bare flesh. Staring at each other.

I felt suddenly weightless, as if his hands were the only thing keeping me from floating away. Felt my heart pump with the most ease it had in months. Felt the heat burning in me like a rushing river where once there had been a dam. I wasn’t sure I could stand it. I was certain I would drown beneath the waves of heat. Though I couldn’t tell if it was anger or desire, and my breath fluttered in my throat.

Based upon the intensity in his copper eyes, I knew he could sense the change in me. I watched his nostrils flare, saw his fat tongue come out to lick his thick lips. We both shifted, nearly at the same time. As if a string were tied between our bodies, lashing us together. The heat between us growing tenfold in the spans of a breath.

My head cracked back against the stone with the force of his kiss. I fed him the gasp, and he dropped his huge body over mine. Only the strength of his massive arms keeping him from crushing me completely. My own arms came up instantly. Wrapping around his neck. Pulling him deeper into me. He gave a deep, pleased chuff somewhere inside him that rippled directly against my skin pressed to his chest. His mouth was hot, almost feverish, in pursuit of mine. His tusks crashing against my face, his braids a curtain around us. Burying me in his scent, which had me shivering almost as much as his hot body half writhing against my own. I brought one leg up, wrapping it as far as I could around his hips, which had him growling against my lips.

He pulled back just enough to trace his mouth along my jaw, down my neck. Burying his face there for a moment until his thick tongue worked out a soft sound of pleasure from my own lips.

“You bastard.” I breathed, running my hands over his huge shoulders. Over his arms. Touching every part of his body I could reach.

He came back to my mouth a moment later. Smashing us back together. I traced my tongue out and found it met his in the middle. Hot and feverish, desperately in need to taste and press and roll around each others. He shifted slightly, sliding one arm along the ground so that he could bring his hand to my face. Pushing my hair back, tracing down to my neck, Wrapping his fingers there and resting his thumb upon my throat as I swallowed.

All of a sudden, he drew back, and I looked up at him in surprise. My breath coming in shallow pants. A smirk twisted his lips.

“I thought we can’t let this happen anymore?” He reminded me, his breath husky.

“Oh, shut up, you pompous-” I hissed.

I had more insults lined up. But he forced them back into my mouth with his. Though I realized it was not as feverish, not as rough. He slowly lowered his body beside mine. Shuffling to pull the cloak a little further around me. As his kisses slowed, I pulled back a bit, still breathless and weak.

“You need to rest.” He grumbled, and I thought he sounded a bit bitter despite himself. “Can’t fuck you silly if you’re still half frozen.”

I almost shivered at the suggestion, bringing my hands out to his broad chest. Feeling it rumble in amusement as I did. Then he fully settled himself beside me, neatly cupping me between his body and the fire. He stretched and curled, reaching up one massive arm to draw a few logs closer. Tossing one lazily onto the fire. Then his hungry eyes returned to me, and I saw them drift down my body.

“… Your tits are showing.”

I thumped a fist into him. Turning as if to roll back up fully into his cloak. I heard a low growl, and his arm snaked out. Wrapping around my middle and pulling me into his chest. Tucking me against him and shuffling to pull the cloak over us both. Well, partially, at least. I was certain I was far more covered than he was.

“You’re an ass.” I mumbled, shifting against him and finding his body so pleasantly warm I couldn’t help but melt into him.

“And you have a nice ass.” He returned, taking up a palm full of it beneath the makeshift blanket. I slapped the offending hand and he drew in a sharp breath before laughing lightly. The sound making my heart skip. He buried his face in my hair. “I look forward to making it bounce.”

I shoved my elbow into his ribs. “Don’t even think about it.” I said, my voice weak with my exhaustion but still bitter. “I’ll smack you raw.”

“Promise?” He purred in my ear, nibbling at it.

“Get off.” I grumbled, but without much force behind it I merely felt him chuckle around me.

He did relent after a moment, sighing heavily and wrapping me up in his arms. Resting his chin on the top of my head. I settled against him, not thinking too hard about how bare and exposed I was, tucked against his hot skin. I felt warmer now, with only the barest lingering pins and needles at my distant extremities. Which had the exhaustion of the whole ordeal catching up with me. I felt my eyes growing heavier, no matter how intensely I stared at the crackling flames.

“… As easy as that?” He asked me quietly, then I heard the smirk form on his lips. “You like me now?”

“Not in the least.” I grumbled tiredly. “You’re still a stupid, pompous-”

His hand came up, cupping over my mouth. Smothering the last of my insults into his palm. I wriggled weakly against him, and his lips kissed my jaw, then nibbled at my ear. I managed to rip my mouth free as he distracted himself tasting my chilled flesh.

“Don’t get any ideas in your head that we’re friends.” I mumbled half-heartedly. “I still haven’t decided if you piss me off or…”

He chuckled as I dropped off hesitantly, and I felt him shift. Bringing his lips down to trace along my neck, then my shoulders. I sighed, feeling myself relax even more at his touch. Feeling him press a warm kiss between my shoulder blades. Then he have a rumbling ‘hmmm’ against my skin.

“Fair enough.” He murmured against me. “Not sure I trust you won’t kill me in my sleep.”

I scoffed tiredly. “Smartest thing you’ve ever said.” I shrugged his mouth off my shoulders. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”

“Yes dear.”

His grunt as I dug my elbow into his ribs was satisfying, Then he sighed, wrapping me up a little tighter. Throwing yet another log on the fire, and settling down behind me.

UPDATE: Part Seven HERE

[crepesuzette2023]

Thank you for the tag, @pauls1967moustache! My heart is in my fiction, and I'm happy to talk about a bit. <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

15! All within the Beatles fandom (various pairings, but with a focus on J/P).

What’s your total word count?

95,825.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In John's Lap (early days mclennon), play me one of yours (early days, Jim POV on J/P), Brian Manages (Sole Direction) (1968; Brian lives AU/Fix it, mclennon from Brian POV), Serenade in Paul (PWP mclennon), I was the dream weaver (1968/1969 breakup, angst; John POV)

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I do. I deeply appreciate it when people take the time to let me know their thoughts, or simply that they liked my story—and replying feels like completing a handshake.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Probably I was the dream weaver—there is some hope in the end, but it's a small flame in a dark night. But the love is there.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I think Brian Manages, which is only appropriate, since it's a Secret Santa gift (2023). Yes, the story is about saving Lennon/McCartney, but it's mainly about Brian, and it was important to me to give him a happy ending as well. And, of course, Eyes of the Storm: John goes to a private opening of Paul’s EYES OF THE STORM exhibition to meet with Paul, who, after many years and many ups and downs, is still his lover, and his favorite collaborator. Shameless wish fulfillment fic: John lives, everyone lives…and everyone is there.

Do you write crossovers?

Not yet, but I would love to one day! I can't think of any, though...

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not yet.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do write smut, and I think I tend to write smut with feelings. No specific kinks yet, except...Paul's leg fur and body hair. And his entire spritely gestalt.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware. Brrr.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I'm aware.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, twice, with @ohjohnnysblog. Thank you, OJ, for holding my hand during my very first fic, Storage Space, and for coming back for Serenade in Paul!

What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm probably mainly a John/Paul fan, but I have a soft spot for Paul/Mal, and actually enjoy Paul/ any male Beatles-adjacent character, or Paul in a threesome...

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I am determined—*determined!*—to finish my story about Old Man Paul releasing his mclennon dreams/memories on the world. I'm also determined to write a long Woodland Sprite Paul AU. One day.

What are your writing strengths?

I swear I'm not fishing for compliments, but I honestly can't say. I don't hate my writing, I'm just reluctant to analyze myself that way, you know. But if I had to pick one: I think I have the ability to remember, out of all the Beatles stuff I read and saw and thought about, the right detail at the right time while writing. Not as in listing facts, but as in: this would fit nicely here.

What are your writing weaknesses?

English isn't my first language, which in the context of Beatles fic means I'm not your best choice if you're looking for realistic Liverpool dialogue to leap off the page. I wish I had Paul's talent for mimicry...!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

People can do what they want, but if there's entire pages in a language I can't read, and no footnotes to help me, the story isn't for me. Individual words and phrases are a different thing, of course.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

This one! Beatles! McLennon! Paul, you were my first, and I was your billionth!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Breaking news, I think I might try my hand at Peaky Blinders at some point...

What's your favourite fic you've written?

Similar to you, Mo, I love all of mine equally, but I have special love in my heart for the fic that lifted me out of a spell of the writing horrors this fall: Johnny Gentle and His Group, about the Silver Beetles' 1960 Scottish Tour. And, of course, Hurricaneville: leg combing McLennon in 1961!

Tagging, if you’d like @eveepe, @revollver, @m1ssunderstanding, @unchaineddaisychain , @therealsaintscully and @scurator!