#i wanna see her stupid baby face everywhere

[dismas-n-dismay]

Psst. She's got something to show you!! Check it, Tiny Falin!

[bo0zey]

my manager has kids:(😕 but i have a new resident doctor crush soooo;)😳

[salsakiyoomi]

drummer!sukuna sitting behind reader holding her hands while she holds the drum sticks showing her how to play, while kissing her neck and whispering encouragement in her ear… leading to him touching her *everywhere* while still making her play the set he just taught her.

a/n : anon, you're a genius. cw : extremely suggestive

“just like that,” 

sukuna whispers in your ear, having you sat on his lap while he taught you how to play on his drum set because you were nagging him about it — the only trick is, you were going to play by his rules.

you hold the sticks as you try to tap them on the drums, it did not help the way sukuna’s hands were all over you though.

“can you like —” you gasp as you feel his hand slide to your inner thigh, “stop touching me for a few moments?” that part came out as a half whine.

you can’t see him, but you can feel the smirk on his face.

“you’re the one that wanted to learn how to play,” he tells you as he slides a hand under your shirt, caressing your bare skin, “now be a good girl and keep playing.”

you gulp, trying to continue playing the set he just taught you moments ago, “you’re doing so good, baby.” he whispers in your ear as you drum correctly, but you only shiver, your hands slightly shaking as his deep voice sends chills down your spine, it doesn’t help that you’re so sensitive whenever he whispers in your ear.

he leans his face against your nape and he’s toying with you so bad right now, “just keep playing.” he mumbles as his hand reaches between your thighs, exactly where you need him, but not right now.

“ryomen!” you gasp out, and you feel him grin against your skin.

“i say you ditch this stupid set, you’re good enough for now,” he tells you, fiddling with the button of your pants, “i wanna rip these clothes off of you.”

god, he was no good for you.

[artinvain]

(had this ask for soft dom abby talking you through it but I can’t find it — to that anon, I luv u 😵‍💫) + with a ddlg ask but I add the term, I don’t really write for the kink :)

praise-degradation, subspace, squirting, edging, lots n lots of petnames, strap referred to as cock

“can’t - fuck! abby,” you near yell, your voice breaking and those are the only things you’ve been able to say since she started teasing you with a vibrating wand and her tongue and her fingers.

“you can, baby yes you can take it because you’re my good girl,” abby kisses your inner thighs and starts to make marks, her fingers slowing down as she feels you pulsating erratically on her fingers, turning off the vibe until you’re squirming and whining and begging for her.

“please let me, let me cum daddy please,” you whimper, your fingers tightening in her hair, she’d been bringing you deliciously close to the edge and then slowing to a stop — watching your pussy clench and throb as she moans and goes to eat you out. and she’s repeated the cycle four times now and you’d already groaned and screamed into your forearm until your voice was hoarse.

“oh baby, you’re taking it so well —“ she kisses up your stomach, suckling on your nipples and teasing and pinching them with her calloused fingers. “let me stretch you out yeah? stuff you full of my cock,” abby mumbles into your neck as she lines her strap up with your leaky cunt and edges in slow.

hearing you whine and whimper your back arching as you splay yourself out for her has her groaning and biting down on your shoulder as she sinks in, the sound of your pussy squelching around her giving her butterflies,

“daddy, daddy oh my god,” you’re crying into her ear and abby kisses over your moaning mouth sucking on your tongue, “there’s my girl,” abby mutters.

“I know baby, I know that feels so good huh? yeah you love me getting so fucking deep, and you look so fucking pretty takin it sweetpea,” you swallow haphazardly, struggling to hold on to your voice and melting into wordless moans as her hand gently closes over your throat. “ah fuck look at you, getting so stupid and sloppy for me,”

her hips bucking into you at a dizzying pace and abby stops hiding her face in the nook of your neck, making marks on your shoulder to press her forehead against yours.

“oh jesus you look like a fucking angel, all fucked out,” when she opens her eyes she’s fucking shivering, about to cum from the sight of your face scrunched up, your pouty mouth moaning wordlessly, open wide and begging to be stuffed with her fingers, your eyes trying to open in rolling back with her every thrust.

“look at me honey,” abby bucks harder into you, “come on baby i know you’re not that stupid - open your eyes,” you try and can only squint at her, your brows furrowing, “good baby - doin so good for me, come on wanna see you cum,” abby moans getting on her knees and fucking into you, pulling you down on her cock with her other hand on your waist.

at her command your start to tighten, abby spits on her fingers and rubs circles onto your clit, your back is arching as you whimper out, grabbing for her, everywhere and anywhere she could reach.

“yeah, oh yeah I can see it in your fuckin face - cum for me baby,” you whine as your thighs start to shake, your sensitive walls fluttering around her strap at her words, take her deeper, abby pulls your knees up to her shoulders, your feet on her back as she presses into you.

a scream tears from your throat as abby bucks and fucks into the most perfect spot, “oh my sweet angel you look so fucking good, give me your cum baby, want you gushing all over me fuck!-“ abby groans gutterally as you start to squirt, your cum spilling onto the sheets and spraying from you as you whine and shake. trying and failing to catch your breath, “daddy,” the only word you cling on to like you’re clinging to her. nails scratching down her shoulders as she fucks you through your orgasm.

“well done baby,” abby praises you, kissing your forehead and giving you a few teasing thrusts as she kisses your mouth and pulls out, moaning at the wet sounds of your sticky pussy. “did so fucking good for me, my sweet angel,” she moan, abby kicks her strap off and lets you curl into her, holding tight and sobbing into her chest.

“okay, you’re okay honey, did so good for me,” she kisses your forehead, runs her fingertips up and down your spine, rubbing your skin and bringing you into your body. “come back to me baby, I know it feels so good,”

“t-too good,” you gasp out and abby pulls you close to her, kissing every spot she can reach, “did so good for me sweetpea, I’m so proud of you - giving me your pleasure like that, my perfect girl,” you start to steady your breaths again, hers fanning your face and your slowly unfurl, coming to kiss abby’s mouth.

“you okay? you back with me?” abby asks and nod slow, still dazed and a small giggle falls from you, your head lolling back, “feel so good daddy,” you mutter, kissing her again and abby chuckles, “oh you’re real deep in there, okay baby, yeah - m’so glad you feel good.”

🙏🏷️ @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprincezz

[lovelypham]

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE

prompt: how they react when you get jealous/insecure of them getting shipped with one of your group members by fans pairing:enha!hyung line X idol!fem!reader genre:fluff warnings: insecurities,self doubt,kissing,tad bit suggestive at hoon's part

hesseung (희승)

your relationship with Heeseung was one that was private, and that was due to crazy fans and the backlash you were more than sure you'd get if you ever decided to announce it

but as you kept scrolling through the comments under the video of your fellow member Karina,and your boyfriend doing the dance challenges for both of the groups comebacks you wished you could be able to risk it all and go public,but deep down you knew you'll only harm yourself and your image as well as heeseung's but both you and the fans couldn't help but notice how fit they were for eachother, how in sync they were, and how their visuals seemed flawless, perfect even

continue under the cut

you opened the comments once again

"they look so close to eachother, I bet they're dating"

"the way heeseung looks at karina in the bts video! omg i shipp🤭💓"

" karina is so classy,no wonder her and heeseung are dating they're so perfect for each other💓!!"

you knew that you shouldn't let these comments get to your head, but you couldn't help but feel insecure about your appearance, your dance, hell even the way you act!

you always knew that people preferred karina over you but it hurt so bad when your own managers who knew about your relationship decided to put the two people who have been getting shipped nonstop to do a dance challenge together, knowing extremely well that they'd spark dating rumors.

as if he read your mind, heeseung sent you a message saying

"hey baby, are you doing okay?"

even though it was a regular question he always asked it felt weirdly specific especially since you had texted him not too long ago.

you saw his icon pop up on your screen indicating an upcoming video call from him, you quickly wiped your almost dry tears and accepted the call

you saw heeseung's gorgeous face, and his sweet like honey smile appear on the little black rectangle that is your screen.

"hey heeseung" you began the conversation, he immediately knew something was up you never call him his full name unless something is making you upset

"hi baby,how are you doing" he trailed off,"I have seen better days" you mumbled "oh princess, is something bothering you? you know you can talk to me about anything right?" he suggested "yes hee I know I just don't want you to think that it's stupid" you hesitated " princess you know that's not true, I will never find anything you say stupid, now if you're comfortable then tell me what happened" he responded " I feel jealous" you whispered " m'sorry baby what did you say I didn't quite hear you" he softly replied

" I said I'm jealous"you replied with a slightly louder voice " jealous, of what baby, if you don't tell me I wouldn't know"he said,you let out a sigh before continuing

"I saw the video you did with karina and you guys look so perfect together, all the comments were shipping you with her, and I didn't want to tell you because I didn't wanna come off as insecure"you said with a slight shakiness in your voice, heeseung let out a sigh before softly replying "baby, I don't care how perfect fans think we look together, and how much they ship us, I see no one but you, I love you so much and I hope you know that, now do me a favor and stop looking at these comments I don't want you to worry your pretty little head, okay princess?" you squeaked back " I love you too heeseungie" with a slight smile on your face

jay (제이)

you loved it when jay and your members got along, it made you feel so happy seeing some of the most important people in your life interact freely with eachother without the cameras that seemed to follow you everywhere, engenes and fearnots knew about your relationship with jay and they had supported it since the very beginning always calling you the " it couple" or the " power couple"

but you didn't know how the sudden shipping of locals to yunjin and Jay happened, it made you feel weird knowing that non kpop fans had noticed the relation between your dear member and your bf, you weren't sure if it was the insecurities speaking but you noticed how similar they were , they had similar style, they listened to alot of mutual artists but you figured that was you impacting their taste in music

and lastly they both were mature and responsible.So when Jay came to your dorm with ni-ki and jake ,you took him into your room to talk to him, he looked confused 'cause you seemed fine speaking to him on the phone not too long ago. you both sat on your bed and he quickly took your hands in his once he saw you fiddling with them, a habit he noticed you did when you were nervous

the first thing you asked was "jay do you love me?" Jay furrowed his eyebrows and replied to you"of course baby I love you, why are you asking that?" you hesitated "uhmm I was just wondering you know?"you chuckled nervously you saw Jay put his serious face on and let out " are you sure princess, you never ask me that,tell me what's wrong" " nothing jay I told you" you said while slightly raising your voice as you took your hands out of his hold

" baby listen i know for sure it's not nothing okay? I want to be able to talk to you freely without making you feel uncomfortable so tell me what happened" you let out a sigh before looking up at him from your fiddling hands and told him "don't you think yunjin is a better fit for you? she's mature and older than me she takes responsibility of her actions meanwhile I'm just childish and everyone sees me as a baby no one ever takes me seriously and I'm never responsible"

jay softened his gaze and took your face in his hands "princess you know you're the perfect fit for me right? I feel in love with you since I first saw you at the HYBE carters games, I love you and I will never let you go okay, I don't care how childish people think you are but you'll always be my baby" he leaned closer and gave you a sweet and meaningful peck on your lips and he whispered to you" I love you" you put all your worries aside and replied" I love you more baby"

jake (제이크)

you were sitting in the makeup chair in your group's changing room when you overheard some of the staff gushing about how perfect Jake,and Belle , your member,were for eachother, pointing out there soft features that resembled those of an angel, you sighed loudly at their words that stung like a thorn in your heart, you knew that it was nearly impossible for you and Jake to reveal your relationship, but why where you so ready to risk it all and show the word that Jake was your man, the boy that you kiss and cuddle, well secretly of course

you knew your career would be on the edge if anyone were to find out, I mean you were newly debuted and Jake had a wide fanbase, but you couldn't help but feel helpless as you walked towards the inkigayo bathrooms looking for a distraction from the conversation you just heard,

you bumped into someone and who was it other than Jake himself ,he looked so handsome with his current outfit and you couldn't help but notice his puppy face light up when he saw you "baby, I was coming to get you" he said after double checking for any cameras or staffs "ahh really I thought you were still in your room niki told me earlier" you replied with a less excited tone "baby are you okay?, you look down" Jae trailed off "I'm fine just tired from the comeback" you gave him a small smile "aww baby don't worry it's our last day I'll treat you to dinner after this okay princess?" he said while holding your hands

"ok baby, uhmm I have to go now bye" you quickly removed your hands when you caught a glimpse of your group manager "okay bab-" he quieted down when you disappeared, Jake looked and felt confused you always tell him I love you when you say bye so why didn't you say it, "maybe it was because her manager came" jaeyun thought to himself

you had just finished your stage and enhypen were finished before you, you headed towards your changing room when you saw the same staff but this time they looked guilty, almost sulky? you were confused until you saw Belle coming your way and telling you that she came in to see the same two staff fan girling over her and Jake and she had told them that it was inappropriate to speak about such things during working hours especially infront of the idols themselves

she then hugged you and discreetly whispered in your ear "I already talked with jake about the matter and he told me you seemed off so now change your clothes, and go meet him in the parking lot okay?" she said and patted you on the back

you quickly ran towards the parking lot after you changed into your casual clothes, you spotted Jake waiting for you beside the company car while aimlessly scrolling on his phone

while panting you said to him "Jake, baby I'm really sorry I did that to yo-" he quickly shut you up by connecting your lips together and caressing your waist with one hand and holding your chin upwards with another he tilted your head to deepen the kiss and then pulled away with his forehead on yours "I love you so much baby" I love you too Jaeyun" you replied, breathless.

sunghoon (성훈)

you and everyone knew how perfect sunghoon and wonyoung were for eachother from their icy visuals to their classy vibe, but wonyoung was your member whom you loved so much and you never even once were jealous of their relationship knowing fairly well it was fan service and nothing more

but why did it feel bittersweet to see your bf and wonnie receiving best couple award at KBS when you stood at the side staring at them with a fake smile on your face, you let your insecurities take over you and that little voice in your head was telling you that wonyoung was better, she was prettier, more elegant, she was cute, she was funny, she always captivated people with her visuals,and that she was better than you at everything!

you couldn't handle the stares filled with pity from your members, leeseo came to your side and hugged you while you were going backstage and patted your shoulder, you then felt two very familiar muscular arms holding your waist and preventing you from going any further, you sighed and turned around to see sunghoon with his pretty little mole and pale skin he grabbed you towards a more secluded area and neared you towards him

he reached down to you level and kissed your lips, you took a moment to kiss him back but you eventually did so ,he then pulled away "baby ik you might be jealous of what just happened but I promise you your my one and only, I'll choose you again and again in every universe, you're so pretty, my girl" he said while pecking your lips again you couldn't help the smile that crept up on your face you slapped his muscular chest jokingly " I was supposed to be mad at you"you said while pouting at him

he chuckled teasingly and kissed you again but this time it was more heated, he took your face in his hands and brought his closer, you moaned at the feeling and you felt his tongue on yours,you both were fighting for dominance until you heard a gasp followed by a familiar voice that belonged to wonyoung saying "aigoo what did I do to see this ,whatever, _____ when you're done eating your boyfriend's face please come here we need to head back to our dorm" you looked up at sunghoon and said" I love you hoonie byee! "

" I love you too princess, make sure to call me when you arrive okay?" " yes hoonie mwah" you said while blowing a kiss he shook his head with a stupid smile on his face " aish this girl"

(a/n: haven't posted a fic in ages sorry,the jake and sunghoon parts are heavily inspired by didi aka @/enmi-land I miss didi :(( )

[ch3rryc4ndy]

Knee Socks

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Pairing - haechan x fem reader (ft. Doyoung, taeil and talks about sungchan)

Genre - Smut

Summary - No matter how many warnings and scoldings haechan got from doyoung, he can’t seem to stay away from you. Doyoung being the protective brother he was told all the members you were off limits since day one but the rules end up going down the drain after a heated argument between you and haechan.

Warnings - language, arguing, choking, unprotected sex, pet names (doll, baby), hickeys, semi pervy hyuck, teasing, dry humping, biting

⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ

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“Oh really? I’m the bitch?” You hiss with a pointed finger back at yourself “yeah you are” haechan scoffs as he starts to walk away from you trying to conceal the smile that was forming on his lips.

“What the hell is going on now” doyoung sighs as him and taeil walk into the living room “asshole” you whisper under your breath in anger.

Haechan was one to know how to get under your skin in the most irritating ways possible. He would tease and start useless arguments with not only you but anyone who he wants to annoy.

It was obvious to everyone that he especially enjoyed pressing your buttons whenever he had the chance. You never understood why until one day you over heard doyoung cussing out haechan. 

“You can be her friend sure but nothing more, she’s my sister hyuck be reasonable” was the sentence that you caught clear as day. You wouldn’t lie and say you’ve never thought about haechan being more than a friend but even you knew doyoung would go crazy.

“Stop arguing already geez” taeil groans as he plops down next to you “me and doyoung are going to go buy some food, wanna come?” Taeil smiles.

“No thanks, I have somewhere to be soon. I’ll come by later if I have a chance tho” you nod and get up from the couch as you make your way to doyoung.

“See you later” you wave to your overly cautious brother who was hoping you wouldn’t change your mind and stay at the apartment alone with haechan.

Although you never told anyone you somewhat had a crush on haechan, doyoung wasn’t stupid and noticed the small difference in the way you interacted with him vs the other members.

“Where are you going?” Doyoung asks with a smile as haechan perks up at the question. His back was facing you as he made himself a snack “a date” you coo, taeil turns back quickly at your words and haechan almost drops the knife he was using.

“A date?! With who?” Taeil coos with his eyebrows wiggling “some guy from school but anyways I have to go get ready see you guys later” you mutter trying to get away from the questions and interrogating that were soon to happen.

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You made it back home and got ready as soon as you stepped foot into your apartment. After what felt like hours of getting ready you rummage through your bag for your phone to check the time. 

After pouring everything that you had inside your bag onto the counter and rummaging through the mess you realize you never put your phone into your bag. “Fuck” it became clear that you left your phone at the boys dorms.

You get your things and make your back to the dorm. Annoyed and a little angry that you could forget such a thing. You knock a few times and hear no response. You knock louder in frustration as you wondered why doyoung wasn’t answering the door.

“Yeah yeah Im coming” you hear a groggy voice from behind the door whine as you stand anxiously. The door opens and to your surprise your faced with a shirtless messy haired haechan.

His eyes widen as he notices the outfit you had on “I forgot my phone” you smile awkwardly as you try and make your eyes look everywhere but his chest “u- uh yeah come in” he mutters as he moves aside.

You quickly walk to the couch, throwing the pillows around and sliding your hands inside the cracks to make sure your phone didn’t manage to slip between them.

You get on your knees and look under the couch but get faced with nothing but a chip from last nights snacking. “Do you know where my phone is?” You sigh as you sit up on your knees and look over at haechan in desperation “no” he shrugs with a head shake.

Haechan is leaning on the kitchen counter, watching your every move as you lean down just enough for your skirt to lift ever so slightly. His mind going blank as he sees the pair of white panties peering past the fabric of your skirt.

He asks himself questions he knew would land him 6 feet under ground if doyoung found out. The longer he thought to himself the dirtier his thoughts got. They went from “is she loud in bed?” to “I wonder how’d she look with spit running down her chin as I fuck that smart mouth”

His thoughts getting more detailed as he drifts off into his imagination.

He noticed the tight black knee high socks squeezing around your thighs, they made his chest heavy and foggy headed. Your shirt revealing the perfect amount of cleavage to drive him crazy. 

“Haechan!” You yell with a slight smile on your face. You knew he was staring and you didn’t care. You might’ve even arched your back an unnecessary amount when looking for your phone. It was torture for you just as much as it was for him.

His face turns a soft shade of pink as he realizes he’s just been caught “were you peeking under my skirt?!” You gasp trying to sound surprised.

“Wh- what no no I was lost in my thoughts” haechan smiles awkwardly as he turns around and walks into his room quickly.

“Have you really not seen my phone? The last time I remember having it was on the couch when we were arguing” you sigh following close behind him.

“Y/n I don’t have your phone oh my god” he groans as he sits on the edge of his bed. Your eyes scan around his room, the shelves full of vinyls and cds you’ve grown to know far too well from the times haechan wasn’t a complete ass making you smile.

When the both of you weren’t bickering at each other like an old married couple you spent a few hours in his room listening to music and talking about each others day. But those sweet moments have been happening much less due to the amount of arguing that happens between the two of you.

“Who’s the guy?” Haechan asks casually, his hands on his sides as he tries to keep his eyes up to yours. “Like I said a guy from school”

He fails to hide his disapproval as he sighs “why?” You smile as he bites down on his lip harshly. Right as haechan was about to say something, you heard a familiar ding from inside his nightstand.

Both of you perk up at the sound, your eyes shifting towards the small grey nightstand in confusion. “Sorry that’s my phone” haechan chuckles as he gets up in a rush.

You get to it first and open it and to your surprise there lays your phone with text messages from your date and dozens of calls from doyoung. “YOU LYING PIECE OF SHI-” You yell, getting cut off mid sentence by haechan shushing you with an eye roll.

“Fuck you” you scoff as he stares at you with a blank expression. “Oh yeah? I’m the liar right?” He scoffs “what the hell does that mean?”

“You said the guy you were going on a date with was from school. It’s sungchan. Did you suddenly forget he’s a member of Nct too?” Haechan hisses.

“You know how doyoung would act ok. He asked me out and I haven’t had a date in months so what? I’m the bad one for wanting to go on ONE date?”

“You’d risk doyoung finding out and getting angry at you for sungchan?” He shakes his head in a tsk “Well it isn’t like I have a line of people asking me out now do I hyuck? He’s respectful, not once has he done anything to piss me off and he’s also is the first guy to ask me out on a REAL date in a long time. Sorry if that makes me a bad person”

“What if I asked you on a date? Would you go on one with me?” Haechan smiles. You freeze, taken back by his question, your eyes furrow in confusion. “What?”

“If I asked you out on a date right now would you say yes?” He shrugs

“I- I don’t know” you mutter awkwardly as you try and hide the pink tint on your cheeks “would you say yes?” He asks again, this time in a stern tone. His lips curling into a smile as he watches your cheeks burn brighter.

“Maybe” you shrug. Haechans eyes trialing down your thighs yet again.

He couldn’t help but think about how you’d feel wrapped around his shoulders as he buried his face deep into your pussy. He was almost salivating at the thought. His name spilling out of your mouth in that breathy way you do whenever you were trying to catch your breath after a long workout.

“Maybe?” He replied. Your eyes trailing down his abdomen and quickly looking at the imprint on his grey sweats. Your eyes shoot back up to his eyes and to your surprises he was watch you.

He smiled to himself, satisfied that you couldn’t help but admire him too. “Come” he gestures you closer. You stand infront of him, his legs spread as you stand between them “tell me you don’t want me” he hums.

“W- what?”

“Tell me you don’t want me at all. You don’t want to go on a date, you don’t find me attractive, you don’t think of me, and tell me you like sungchan better than me.”

“Why would I say that? I’d be lying” you say to yourself but soon come to realize you just said it out loud by the way haechans eyes grow dark “You’d be lying? You think of me?”

You feel a rush of confidence rush through you as you take in the situation. His hands almost touching your thighs as his legs almost touch yours. His hands on his knees as his thumbs tap the sides of your knees ever so slightly.

“I do, you’d be surprised”

“Oh yeah? How’d I be surprised?” He smiles with a tilt of his head “I think about you so much hyuck” you purr as you move closer. Your legs now touching his as his hands instinctively move towards your hips as he looks up at you.

Haechan debates with himself in his head. Should he pull you onto his lap and finally kiss you or back away and follow doyoungs rules. The angel on his left says no but the devil on his right shoulder is louder.

You can tell he’s debating what to do so you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Haechan shivers at the contact of your hands on his naked body. That’s when he gave in, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you roughly onto his lap.

You gasp at the sudden movements letting a low whine out as you feel his hands rubbing up your thighs. His lips fighting the urge to latch onto your neck and hear how sweet you’d sound.

“What if doyoung and taeil get back? We didn’t even lock the door” you grow worried as you look back at the door that was wide open. Haechan lifts you with him, your legs wrap around his waist as he got up and closed the door locking it.

“Better now?” He coos as he sits back onto the bed. You nod as your eyes move down to his lips. His puffy pink lips glossed in his saliva. You instinctively licked your lips, biting them softly as you wondered how he’d taste.

Haechan chuckles to himself, his hand snakes onto the nape of your neck, pulling you down into a soft kiss. The kiss felt different that others you’ve had, the softness of the kiss was intoxicating mixed with the neediness that both of you were trying to hide made everything even more heated.

No words come out of either of you. Frustrated moans and whines spilling out instead as you pulled back from the kiss. Saliva stringing from both of your mouths as you look at each other with slightly opened mouths.

“Don’t you need to get to your date?” Haechan pouts as his fingers play with your knee high socks “I’ll tell him I had an emergency”

Haechan nods at your response with a smiles, his lips moving down your jaw and latching onto your neck. He trials up your neck, pressing kisses onto multiple spots waiting for you to give the reaction he wanted.

A breathy squeal leaves you as he bite down onto your neck, he sucks and kisses the same spot after realizing the affect it had on you. Your body shivers and jerks back as he moans onto you, the vibration making you squirm on his lap.

He groans at the feeling of your clothed pussy rubbing onto his cock “baby” he whines as he pulls back softly. “If you keep doing that…” he shakes his head in a groan.

“What will happen if I keep doing it?” You tease as you rub yourself onto his lap, the pace slow and soft as you hold onto his shoulders. “Keep doing it and find out”

You smile and take it as a challenge. You sit up lightly and take your panties off, making sure he couldn’t see anything yet. He moans quietly as you drop them down to his feet.

Your pace picks up again, this time a feeling much more intense rushes through you as you feel the warm cloth of his sweats hugging his cock as you press yourself onto him. You curse under your breath as you feel how thick he was, his hands on your hips as he looks down at you as you hug onto his chest.

His body heats up at the sight playing out in front of him. The soft whines you let out mixed with the sensation of your fingers digging into his skin making him whimper.

“Need to feel you” you whine as you tug at his waist band.

Haechan stops your pace, his hands wrapping around your waist to lift you off a bit, allowing him to kick his sweats off as he lays back onto his headboard. He turns to his left and rummages through his nightstand as you sit on his upper legs, he pulls out a condom in anticipation.

He holds it up with two fingers and a raised eyebrow “no no I don’t want it I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you, need you to cum in me” you whine with a hint of desperation.

He smiles at your words “you sure doll? No condom?”

“We can use it if you want” you nod as you take his question as a hint that he wanted to use one “no no no trust me I don’t need it but I just want to make sure you’re 100% certain”

“I am haechan 100%”

He smiles at how beautiful you look in this moment. Your eyes droopy from need and cheeks tinted pink as you looked down at him pleading to fuck you raw. “Good” he hums as he presses a kiss onto your lips, the kiss lasting a few seconds before he pulls back and latches back down to your neck.

You whine in need as you press your warm cunt onto his cock. Haechan almost chokes on his spit as he feels how wet you were, his length buried between your folds as you rub yourself onto him slowly.

You try and adjust yourself onto him properly but he keeps you in place “don’t rush” he purrs as he sucks onto your neck harshly.

Haechan loved to tease, it was kind of his speciality. He loved the way you looked whenever he would adjust himself and give you false hope “please haechan”

You pleaded a few times but that only seemed to make him keep up the teasing. “Need to be patient” he shakes his head. Haechan tries his best to ignore the needy pleads as you beg and moan his name.

You pull his head back lightly taking him by surprise, kissing him roughly as you scatter kisses all over his face. Your lips pressing a kiss onto each of his moles as his eyes close shut in hopes to control himself.

You pull back slowly, taking in the soft glow of his skin “All bruised up baby” he coos as he points at the purple marks he left scattered across your neck. “Gonna make sure everyone knows who gave these to you” he purrs as he adjusts himself, coating his tip before pushing into you softly.

Haechan let’s out a shaky moan as he feels your warm walls squeeze him tightly. His eyes close shut in pleasure as he slams you onto his lap.

Your mind going blank as you take in the feeling of his cock stretching you out, filling you full as he bites down onto your shoulder “Feel so good” haechan breathily moans as his fingers pierce your hips.

His hard slams making your eyes roll back as he fucks you fill of his cock. Your stomach turns into knots as your stomachs starts to clench from the perfect angle he was fucking you in.

One of his hands on your hip and the other besides your arm, pounding you harshly onto his lap. All you could do was bounce along with his thrusts, shaky moans slipping from you as he sloppily kisses your neck to muffle his moans.

Your eyes completely foggy from tears as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax. His manhandling of you making you even wetter as one of his hands wraps around your throat.

“Making such a mess doll” he shakes his head in a smile as he looks down at his lap “h- Haech- Haechan”

“Yeah?” He hums as he slams you harder onto his lap. The sound of wet skin slapping and breathy moans filling the room. Each of his hard thrusts making your voice hitch as he hugs you onto his chest for a better grip.

“I- I’m c-“ you try and spit out but your words coming out a scrambled mess “ you’re gonna cum doll? Already?” He mocks in a pout. You nod your head groggily as he smiles at your reply.

“Let it out, I got you baby” he purrs into my ear as his eyes drift down to your knee highs. He was so lost in pleasure he completely forgot you had them on, he’s always had a thing for thick thighs so when you showed up to the empty dorm in them while he was alone he knew he would either fuck himself in his hand later or finally get to do what he’s been wanting to do which was you.

A shaky cry spilling from your mouth as you clench around him. His hand slapping onto your mouth to quiet your loud cries. Your pussy growing louder as your wetness drips downs your leg and onto his lap. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you ride out your orgasm.

Tears start to stream down your cheeks as he fucks you through your orgasm “so perfec-“ haechan hisses as he feels your warm cunt pulse around him. His eyes roll back in ecstasy as he cums inside you for the first time.

His mind goes dizzy and his thoughts go blank as your sticky walls take him perfectly. Both of you breathing heavily as he drops down onto the bed with you in his arms.

The only sound inside the room are heavy breaths and quiet moans as you both come down from your orgasms.

“I think I might’ve left too many hickeys” haechan chuckles with concern as he takes in the amount of purple bruises on your neck and chest. “I can use makeup” you shrug as his hands run through your hair.

His warmth making you feel safer than you’ve ever been, your heartbeats syncing, and your breaths slowing as both of you take in each others warmth.

Haechan cuts the silence with one question.

“How do we explain this to doyoung”

[onlycrystal]

hiii could u pls do a bratty fm reader x tsukishima kei who puts her in her place during sex??

needy

cw: brat! sub reader, dom! tsukishima (brat-tamer), semi-public sex (they’re in a bathroom in a house at a party), tsukis a lil mean ( but he always is lets be fr) degradation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, etc

authors note: I AM SOOO SORRY I HAD SUHC BAD WRITERS BLOCK FOR THIS ONE, low-key gets rushed at the end sorryyy this is also not read thru sorry for errors pls keep up the submissions everyone I enjoy having stuff to guide my writing!

you looked around the room, seeing people play pool, beer pong, and red plastic cups galore. rap music blared in your ears, causing you to wince from the intense sound waves. you knew nobody here, and you felt super uncomfortable.

every friday, your boyfriend, tsukishima, would go out to parties. even though you went to the same college, it was never really your... setting. a bunch of people drunk off their asses doing stupid shit? yeah it wasn't really your scene. but, you loved spending time with tsuki, and one day you decided to go to one with him.

which led you to now, stuck on some sofa between 2 guys who you didn't know looking at you like candy, unwrapping you in their eyes. you adjusted in your spot uncomfortably, pulling your skirt down since it kept riding up. "I've never seen you at these parties, you should come more often" the nameless raven haired boy purred. "im kuroo and hes bokuto" you just smiled awkwardly at him and the silver haired one who wouldn't even talk, just stare.

you were bored, you just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend :( you got up and walked around the house, scanning for the tall lanky boy everywhere. suddenly, you catch sight of him. he seemed to be talking to those same boys you just left. are they following me or smth? you thought to yourself.

you walked up to him shyly, seeing him excuse himself from the boys, who would not stop staring at you!

"hey babe, you enjoying the party?" he asked, patting your head cutely and snickering a bit when he ruffled your hair. you pouted back at him, and he stopped. he could tell something was wrong but he didn't know what. "tsuki..." you brought yourself closer to him and pressed your jutted-out chest against his abs (due to height difference). he looked down at you with warning. you didn't realize what was wrong until now. a heat formed between your legs and you rubbed your thighs together, only a little bit so people wouldn't notice. "tsuki, i wanna go back home..."

he looked a little pissed off. "y/n, we are in public" his eyebrows furrowed at the word "public" but you didnt care. you looked up at him with big eyes "want you to fuck me baby" you were nearly whining at this point, and you smirked slightly as you felt him harden up down there. but boy was he mad! and it did not help that kuroo and bokuto were watching this whole thing play out. tsukishima, who basically had steam coming off his head, looked down at you with rage and lust, putting his arm around your waist "bathroom, now"

you followed him, tripping over yourself slightly as he practically pushed you into the bathroom, harshly slamming the door behind him and locking it aggressively. the music sounded much quieter from in here, and the dead silence made chills run up your back as your stared at your very angry boyfriend.

"jesus fucking christ, y/n. dont you know when to quit?" he brought his hand to his face, his long fingers massaging between his eyebrows to relax him before he lost his temper with you. you didnt falter, instead removing the hand from his face and guiding his long skinny fingers into your mouth to suck on. "want your long fingers in my pussy, daddy~" you whimpered sounding extremely desperate, which made his erection grow further. "wanna rub my pussy all over you" you pouted and he took his fingers out of your mouth, and put his hand on your throat. he pushed you up against the wall of the bathroom, slightly choking you. "you're such a fucking brat." he basically spat the words in your face. "then fuck me like one." you replied, and before you could think, he crashed his lips onto yours.

he made out with you in fury, of course this was pleasureful for him too, but he wasn't going to tell you that. his kisses were aggressive, causing whines and moans to slip from your lips. his lips traveled across your neck, biting you, leaving dark hickies that definitely wouldn't fade for awhile. you whined and scratched at his back as he continued to trail his hickies down over your chest. "oh I’ll fuck you like one, you little slut." he turned you around so that your face was pressed up against the cold wall. his hold was aggressive and strong. his finger hooked at your panties and brought them down, leaving your skirt on. his finger teased at your heat, as he brought it up revealing the slick on his finger "being a whore in front of my friends turns you on that much?" you opened your mouth to make a snarky remark back, but suddenly he jammed the same fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. "you're gonna shut the fuck up while I give you what you want, mkay?" he shoved his fingers into your pussy, with a quick pace jamming them in and out. you whimpered in response, and arched your back a little to get him to go faster. he slapped your cunt "needy little baby, aren't ya?" you whined and teared up a little, looking at him. "p-please tsuki! 'm s-sorry!" you were now a whining and crying mess. he chuckled and stared down at you "its a little late for that sweetheart." he continued to finger you aggressively, occasionally rubbing your clit. as your mascara began to run down your face a little, you lost composure and had trouble standing "'m gonna- ah~ gonna cum" he smirked and didnt slow down "on my fingers." you released on his fingers, coating them completely. he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them as he looked at you. "taste so good, so sweet, babe" you blushed against the wall and didnt look him in the eyes.

"quiet now aren't we? well that'll change." you blushed harder as you heard him undo his pants. a moan slipped from your lips as he pressed the tip of his cock against your pussy. he grinned, and without hesitation, slammed right into you. you moaned loud, tears forming at your eyes cuz " 'ts too much! tsuki - hic - cant take it...~" you cried a little, but he didnt falter. instead he continued ramming in and out of you harshly. "fuck, squeezing me so hard" he moaned as he threw his head back slightly. "tsuki 'm sorry!~" you moaned as he continued to pummel into you. "are you now, babe?~ how bout you show me how sorry you are." you whined as he hit your gspot, and felt his breath on the side of your neck. his mouth next to your ear "cum, babe" you cum all over his dick, grabbing at the wall as you do it. you hear him whine as he cums inside you. you pant, trying to recover from the extremely rough sex your boyfriend had put you through. he turned you around, and looked down at you, as you stared intently at the ground quietly.

"have you learned your lesson babe?" he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. staring up at him with big eyes, a pout on ur lips, lipstick smeared, and mascara running down your face, you whine "y-yes, tsuki! im so s- hic - sorry" even though he brought you in here since he was mad in the first place, he could never deny an apology from his good little girl. he wiped your tears and kissed you. " 's okay, baby, now how bout we go home so you can rub your pussy all over me?" he snickered at the embarrassment on your face, you punched his stomach lightly. you loved spending time with your boyfriend.

[muttsupreme]

LIPSTICK ON ROMAAAAANNNNNNNNN

him w this hair in s1……ROMAAAANNNN!!!!! bring back ur s1 hair and my life is yours..

I’ve written so many drafts previously (um obviously not here but privately) about Roman using your lipstick/lipgloss and most frequently, your chapstick.

It starts with him wanting to smell like you; vanilla lip masks that look way too sticky but he tries a little on his fingertip and rubs it on very lightly after you leave your desk. Shiv’s face scrunches up when she sees him with a glossy lip for the first time since she let him borrow her Polly Pocket makeup kit when they were kids (her mom got it for her before it was even released, and assumed she’d be so excited; she was not).

Shiv will make some snide quip, privately for once.

“Uhh, did you…just come back from Sephora, or…?”

“What?” He immediately goes on high-alert, higher defense, and realizes that it must be glossy, the fucking lip mask bullshit that smells like warm vanilla and cookies and tastes like pure sugar when he stupidly licks his lips without thinking (or maybe to hope, y’know, that your spit is in it, so it’s indirect kissing). “Oh - fuck you, do you want chapped, dry, disgusting lips? Because some of us don’t want to look like ogres, Fiona.”

“Hey, I was just asking,” she says in a higher pitch with a dismissive chuckle. She doesn’t mention it again; she recognized the smell, who that smell usually follows. Roman’s wary of her from then on, for weeks.

Next time, he’s going through your bag that you refuse to unpack, because it’s only a weekend trip and then you’re going somewhere else immediately after. Why unpack when you’re gonna repack the next day?

He sees stuff, tons of stuff. Sniffs sweaters when you turn around. He’s got your blanket pulled out already, draped across the bed and him, laying on his side looking at you as you get ready for bed in the ensuite bathroom, door open so he can continue making fun of your regiment and the things you’ve packed.

From your purse nearby, or your makeup bag, he picks up a lipstick (I imagine Diorelita). It opens with a quiet ‘pop’ that you recognize and turn around to see him looking attentively at the color.

“Think it suits me?”

“Mmh, maybe. Wanna see?” You reply with a grin, watching him get a little shy on you.

“C’mere,” you encourage him, sitting on his lap as he leans against the headboard, your lipstick in hand. “Lemme make you pretty.”

He lets you, and you’re shocked he’s staying so still. When you’re done, you snarkily - but entirely jokingly - say, “Now what do we say?”

“Fuck you? Thank you, for…making me pretty,” and he does, he’s very, very pretty with that color on, and you did very well gliding it on evenly. He leans up to kiss you just as you lean down to kiss him; the lipstick smears onto your lips.

“Roro - your lipstick’s getting on me,” you try to rub it off, unsexily. You don’t really have to be sexy around him, it’s one of your favorite things.

“Um, it’s your lipstick, I’m just…temporarily borrowing it,” he huffs defensively. His heart literally does fucking cartwheels when you call him that stupid, almost maternal nickname. “Just come here - shut the fuck up, stop complaining. I’d lick the lipstick off you if you’d just get a little - closer.”

“Aw, romantic boy,” you coo, kissing him sweetly and feeling his tongue stick out, lapping at your lips, making good on his promise like a little puppy. When you’re almost positive he must be done, you pull away, but he’s not having it.

“Whoa - slow your fucking roll, you’re not going anywhere, you look…you look like a clown, lipstick’s still all over everywhere,” he says, trying to get you to come back instead of going back to the bathroom. You’re pretty sure, not positive but willing to bet, that he’s lying and you have no lipstick left anywhere on your face.

“I’ll come back,” you reassure with a whisper; you hate to leave him alone when he’s being so sweet, with such pretty makeup on. “Aww, pretty baby,” you can’t stop yourself from cooing at the unintentionally pouty look on his face, one he’d be humiliated by if he saw. You give him a chaste peck.

“Jesus, give me a second to brush my teeth and pee and I’ll be back. Promise.”

“Yeah, but then you won’t taste like you, you’ll taste like…mint and tap water,” he complains. There’s no pleasing him, other than you being beside him at all times.

Okay whatever that’s just two of my many one billion ideas of Romulus and his obsession with…….indirectly kissing you, being pretty for you, being close to you, and um, your lips in general. I could and might write another little thought-post about his obsession with your lips and stuff, who knows. I’m feeling romantical (‘roman’ being the main part of the word).

[morning-star-joy]

do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?

a stranger's heart without a home Chapter 3

Pairing: rivals to friends with benefits Joel x F!Reader, Post-Outbreak

Chapter Summary: Insight into how Joel feels about you, and a fleeting moment of passion before he leaves.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) One-Night Stand, Fingering, Unprotected p in v sex, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk including Degradation (for flavor), Praise Kink, very light Breathplay (if you squint), Language, Alcohol Use, a misogynist asshole in the beginning who Joel shoves after Reader puts them in their place

Wordcount: 10.3k

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Joel Miller stood frozen in the gentle fall of snow, abandoned by all except for the ghosts that followed his steps down every road he took.

Roads he had decided to walk alone a long time ago. Roads he was satisfied to walk alone.

Until he had agreed to take Ellie to the Fireflies.

Joel sighed as he ran a gloved hand over his face, feeling more worn down from the conversation he just had with Tommy than from the firefight that broke out with raiders at the dam earlier that day. While he was glad he hadn’t let Tommy go without him, the shootout that had occurred only worsened the worry that had been gnawing away at him; the fear that had spurred Joel to bare his broken heart and tarnished soul to his baby brother.

Twice, twice during that fight, Ellie had been in direct danger. It didn’t matter that one of those times the bandit had been going for him first, because Ellie would’ve been next. And both times, it had been that woman that saved her. Some fucking stranger who didn’t even know either of them saved the kid without so much as a second thought.

Ellie didn’t need a broken old man to get her to the Fireflies safely. She needed somebody like that to escort her. Somebody younger and faster. Somebody selfless enough to be ready to sacrifice themselves for her, but skilled enough to beat the odds and come out of it alive.

Joel couldn’t deny that he had felt a pang of envy as he watched Tommy's Firefly sit with Ellie, showing her how to hold a rifle and look through the scope. It was something the kid had been asking him to do, but he had always refused. Too stubborn in the denial of his own fondness for her, denial that Ellie had been more than cargo for a while. Yet the Firefly had picked up the role of teaching her, the role of protecting her, so easily.

He felt that envy again when they were laughing at some stupid joke made at his expense. The joke hadn’t bothered Joel, in fact it had nearly brought a smile to his face when he saw how happy Ellie was. It was how freely they could laugh with each other that bothered him. Even when Ellie’s dumb pun had broken through his defenses that one time, he hadn’t had the strength to even look at her through the darkness as they had laughed.

Joel sighed, looking up to the strands of light-bulbs that lit the street once more since the power had been restored at the dam. It had been an easy fix, just like the woman said, after the “trouble” she had also mentioned was a possibility.

Even though he knew Ellie needed someone like that to escort her to the Fireflies, he would only entrust the task to Tommy. Joel knew Tommy trusted his friend, for whatever reason in the history of his brother’s life that came after Joel, but that still wasn’t good enough for him. He wouldn’t trust anybody with this journey, wouldn’t trust anybody with Ellie’s life except for his own family.

Snow continued to fall from the night sky in flurries as Joel followed the directions Tommy had given him. It was an odd, bittersweet feeling, seeing the life that Tommy had carved out for himself since they had parted ways. 

His brother hadn’t been wrong when he accused Joel of staying frozen in time while everybody else had moved on. Evidence of that claim was clear everywhere he looked in Jackson, where people were creating lives for themselves, even after the end of the world. One of them was his own brother, and he couldn’t find the strength to really be mad at him for it. What could he do about it, even if he was? Tommy had Maria now. He had a child on the way.

And he had her.

He wasn’t jealous of Tommy. Underneath his bitterness, Joel was happy to see his brother was building a happy life not only for himself, but for those he cared about. The world was too shitty for Joel not to wish him the best, despite it all. But that woman? His ex-Firefly buddy?

Her, he was jealous of.

Joel didn’t know who she was, had never even heard her fucking name before today. He could rationalize it when it came to Maria, not able to fault Tommy for that desire to settle down and start a family. Joel had felt it himself once.

But the issue of her—that was different. She was a fucking Firefly, some kind of rebel idealist that Tommy had fought alongside of. And sure, Joel knew bonds could be forged through that sort of thing, but to come to Jackson together? To be the first at his side when trouble brewed? To be the one he trusted?

That used to be me, an angry, bitter voice in the back of Joel’s head spoke. She was not a wife. She was not a friend. She was family.

She was him.

His replacement.

And despite his best intentions—if he even had any of those left—a part of himself slowly began to despise her for that.

He could tell she wasn't a bad person, or at least not as terrible as most. Joel didn’t know the kind of shit she did in the Fireflies with Tommy, or what she might have done before that—she was too quick, too skilled with both a rifle and a knife to be completely innocent—but she had risked her life to keep Ellie safe, and despite however he felt about her, that did mean something. Joel not only owed her once for that, but twice for saving his own life as well.

Joel groaned, letting his footsteps slow to try and prolong his arrival at the house Tommy had put him and Ellie in. He knew he had to speak with Ellie. He had to prepare her for being handed off to Tommy.

Shit, just the wording of that made him wince internally.

It was for the best, he knew that. But Ellie wouldn’t, and Joel couldn’t prepare himself for however she was going to react, and whatever hard truths he may have to reveal in order for her to let him go.

Let him go. The thought brought a pang of sadness, a feeling he tried to shake off by telling himself that it was for the better. He knew it was for the better.

Maybe if he kept telling himself that, he would eventually believe it.

Loud music and rowdy laughter echoed through the still air of the winter night as the doors to a building opened across the street from him, and a couple figures stumbled out. Joel sighed, not wanting to draw attention to himself and invite conversation, so he hung back for a moment, waiting for the two to disperse.

One of the figures stopped, leaning against a sturdy wooden pillar that held up the cover above the walkway and the sign for the bar, The Tipsy Bison.

Great, he thinks to himself, muscles aching from the long day as he rests his back against a matching support pillar on his own side of the street. Joel listened to the pair’s carefree laughter, wondering if they were drunk enough that he could just slip by without being noticed, when one of the voice’s caught his attention.

“Eh, he’s not that bad,” the voice drawled, tone lighter and easier than he had heard it before, but the lilt of it was already annoyingly familiar. “I think.”

Joel’s eyes squinted as he tried to make out the figure speaking through the darkness and light snowfall that obscured his vision, and he swore internally when he could finally see.

Fucking hell, of all the 300 people Maria claimed to have in this settlement, did it have to be her?

“Really?” the man standing behind Tommy's Firefly asked as he leaned closer to her. “He got at least half of our guards shitting their pants. I heard he got as many kills as Tommy in that skirmish at the dam, if not more.”

Joel’s gaze squinted further at the pair lounging outside the brightly lit bar. Were they…talking about him?

She whacked the man on the shoulder, not lightly judging by how he recoiled from the hit with a wince. “Can you not say that so loudly? It’s not common knowledge, people don’t need to get freaked out by it.”

“Ah, see,” the man said as he poked her in the forehead, and Joel frowned, fingers flexing at his sides as he saw her face contort into a glare up at the guy, a warning signal to Joel that the touch was unwanted. “That’s Tommy’s words getting into your head.”

She laughed, the sound devoid of that lightness it had carried just a moment before. Now it held a hint of danger to it that roused Joel’s attention. He straightened from where he was leaning against the pillar, watching her ire grow towards her companion.

“Pretty sure I can think for myself, man,” she responded bitterly. “You can leave your sexism poorly disguised as chivalry in the pre-apocalyptic world.”

Joel’s brow raised, his gaze now fixed on her with a renewed interest, though he would be the last to admit it. He had seen that resolve, that challenge in the woman when she approached him on the street earlier that day. Even before that, he had seen her defiance when she scoffed at him for whatever reason as she passed by his conversation with Tommy in the dining hall.

That last memory made him shake his head, pivoting on his feet to walk past the pair, when the sound of the man’s voice crawled down Joel’s spine and made him turn right back around.

“Don’t be like that, now. If you wanna come back to my place, I’m sure I can make you forget any other man’s words.”

“What the hell, man?” Her voice was angry now, something Joel noted in the back of his mind as his pace towards the two picked up. “You gonna turn that stupid bullshit you said into a bad pickup line? No fucking way.”

She shoved at the man’s shoulder before moving to walk past him, and Joel barely saw the hand raising to push her back against the pillar before his own hand grabbed the man by the shoulder she had shoved, pulling him backwards before the bastard could lay a hand on her.

Perhaps he pulled harder than necessary, Joel realized, but he found it hard to care as the man fell onto his ass in the snow with a yelp. He looked up at Joel, angry indignation in his eyes as he opened his big mouth to speak, before he seemed to realize who he was looking at.

“I believe the lady told you no,” Joel’s words rolled off his tongue slowly, voice low with the promise of danger he reserved for those unfortunate souls that tested him.

He really shouldn’t have felt a sick sense of satisfaction at watching the man scramble back through the snow to stagger to his feet, but he did. The man cleared his throat before beginning to back away, but not before Joel could get in another word. That rat wouldn’t get off easy for treating a woman like that, because apocalypse be damned, the Southern hospitality of his upbringing and the respect for women it instilled was hard to shake.

“Apologize.” The word was a command, his voice as quiet as it was deadly. Joel could feel the Firefly's gaze on him as he spoke, but he was too focused on the man whose eyes had widened in fear.

Good, Joel thought as that sick satisfaction in him grew at the sight of the terror he instilled.

“I, uh,” the man cleared his throat, suddenly sheepish now that another man had called him out on his bullshit. Fuck it all, Joel should punch him right in the middle of the stupid face he had leered at her and god knew how many other women with. “Sorry.”

Joel’s mouth opened, fist clenching as he was about to call out that shallow apology with either his words, his fists, or maybe even both, when the woman interrupted with a snap, “Just get the fuck out of here, man.”

Nothing more needed to be said as the overgrown weasel made a hasty departure, sending one last look of fear back over his shoulder before disappearing into the night. 

Joel’s fist continued to clench and release a few times before he slowly let a breath out through his nose, an attempt to regain control of himself.

“I could have handled that,” the Firefly murmured, and he finally looked over at her.

Even in the dim light from the strands of light-bulbs above their heads, Joel could see the flush across her face that spoke to the alcohol she must have consumed inside the bar. Still, the shocking clarity in her bright eyes as she looked at him affirmed that she wasn't quite as drunk as the man had been, probably just tipsy.

Joel shouldn’t have been so drawn in by the sight of the Firefly's piercing gaze on him. In retrospect, that should have been the first warning sign, and he should have walked away from her right then and there.

“I’m sure,” Joel nodded instead, his voice flat even though his words were remarkably honest as he remembered her combat skill from earlier in the day. “But that wouldn’t have made it right for me to stand back and watch.”

Joel glanced away, refusing to look at her even as he felt her staring at him. His gaze fixed on the snowflakes that still fluttered through the night breeze as his jaw ticked, the tension that was preparing him for a fight not completely evaporated from his muscles yet.

“Yeah,” she murmured, Joel’s head tilting towards the sound of her voice subconsciously as she spoke, “guess men will still be men, even in a peaceful settlement after the end of the world, huh?”

He looked over now, just in time to see her shoot a bemused half-smirk at him. 

“No offense,” she added, voice low and thick with a sarcastic humor. Joel looked away again, faster this time than he had meant to.

“None taken,” he replied, his own voice thick with something else, and he cleared it quickly.

Joel stood next to her in silence, suddenly feeling more aware of his own body and the reactions he was making than he had in a long time. It was almost…self-conscious? No, not quite as drastic as that sort of lack of confidence. It was more like unease, or tension, a small feeling hovering in the very back of his mind, hardly there. 

But it was still there, even as he stubbornly ignored it. Even as that tension threatened to slowly eat away at him.

A sudden burst of cold wind made him cough into his fist as he tried to find words to speak, all the while wondering in the back of his mind why he hadn’t just walked off yet, when she broke the silence herself.

“What house did Tommy put you in?”

Joel glanced sideways at her, watching the way she shoved her hands into her pockets and shivered before he looked back out at the empty street. “38.”

She hummed, the gesture of her thumb pointing back at herself catching his attention again as she replied casually, almost lazily, “27. You’re just down the street from me.”

He nodded, suddenly wanting to be anywhere where she wasn't, but for some reason Joel found himself falling into step beside her as she mentioned showing him the way.

It was probably just because he had forgotten Tommy’s directions, he told himself. But as they walked through the snowfall in silence, he couldn’t help but think for a moment that maybe it was an illusion of camaraderie. A feeling that had been lacking from his life ever since Tess—

Joel stiffened, the line of his own thoughts shutting him down completely. He had allowed himself to get that close to somebody once since the world had gone to hell, and look how that had gone. He wouldn’t do it again.

Not that the woman was anywhere close to being that kind of option to him. Joel hardly knew her, and he wasn’t particularly interested in getting to know her. He glanced sideways at her as she walked with her head turned up towards the sky, letting the snowflakes fall onto her face and wincing when one got in her eye.

The lights of the street reflected in the color of her irises as she blinked, creating a glow effect in the Firefly's pupils that lit up the winter night. Slowly, Joel’s gaze trailed over her face, following the curve of her cheekbones down to her jaw, down the slope of her neck, until the sight of her skin disappeared beneath the collar of her jacket. His eyes flashed back up, gaze caught on her lips when her tongue darted out to catch a stray snowflake on her tongue.

Joel looked away fast, something he hadn’t felt in a while stirring inside of him from the sight. Something that he would much rather keep locked away.

Because what might be even more aggravating than how close this stranger was to Tommy, what was even more hazardous than the envy he felt for her that was slowly turning into direct dislike, was the dawning realization that she was attractive.

He had already noticed it, because even though Joel was old, he wasn’t fucking blind. She was attractive not only in her physical features, but in that calm confidence, that air of keen perception and firm persistence she carried herself around Jackson with. 

What was harder for him to admit, even to just himself, was that she wasn't simply attractive, but that he was attracted to her. Joel could sense that old, familiar feeling of desire haunting him when she didn’t back down from his silent challenges, accepting them instead with a quick wit or a defiant arch of her eyebrow. 

He could feel the attraction coiling in his veins when she crept through a fight, dropping one target efficiently before moving onto the next. Joel could feel a need for her that was only growing stronger as she wiped the blood of a man she had killed to save him off her scarred cheek, eyes intense and fueled with adrenaline as she looked up at him.

He could feel the arousal she evoked when she had tugged that glove off with her teeth, quick fingers running over her guns efficiently. He couldn’t help but wonder how those teeth would feel scraping along his neck, those fingers dancing lower across his stomach, lower until she reached—

Joel shook his head sharply, casting the lust out of his mind even as he felt that desire begin to stir inside him again. It was treacherous, not just because he hardly knew the woman, but because he wasn’t sure yet if his attraction to her was from the same part of him that despised her, or a different one.

He also didn’t know which of the two options was more dangerous.

“Well, here’s me.”

The confusing conflict of distaste and desire broke its hold on Joel as he blinked and looked back at the Firefly when she spoke. His gaze followed her extended finger that pointed towards the house to his left. There sat a small, humble cottage-sized house with a porch, a picket fence, and the bright number 27 painted on the sign.

“Interesting color,” he remarked quietly, only realizing he had said it out loud when she popped her head into his line of sight to glare at him.

“It’s my favorite,” she snapped, but the words were devoid of true anger as she brushed past him. Her tone held something more akin to teasing as her arm grazed his, the scent of something that was almost sweet reaching his nose, and his head swam in another strong flare of desire as he realized it was her.

Joel hadn’t realized his gaze was still focused on her as she walked up the pathway to her house until she opened up the door, catching his eye as she looked back at him after flicking on her lights.

“You…”

He waited for her to finish speaking, heart jumping into his throat as his hands clenched into fists inside his jacket pockets. 

Don’t say it, he thinks to himself.

But still, he waits for her to.

After a long moment, as the tension between them grew thicker than ever before even as the distance had grown farther, she jabbed a thumb over her shoulder towards the interior of the house behind her.

Joel’s jaw tensed.

“You wanna come inside for a drink?”

Joel breathed in slowly through his nose, trying to reign himself in as his thoughts began to run wild. Did she understand the implication of her invitation? Maybe she didn’t. Surely she wasn't inviting someone so much older than her into her bed. 

The tension between them may be thick, but the attraction he felt had to be one-sided. He had to tell himself that so he stayed where he was, standing outside the gate of her flawless picket fence, a necessary barrier that kept him away from her. Or kept her away from him.

And even if it was just a harmless invitation for a drink, why would she invite him, of all the options she must have in Jackson?

But as Joel squinted at her, trying to find something that could help him fool himself of her true intentions, he saw only a glimmer in her eyes. A hint of mirth and something deeper that he couldn’t blame on those strands of light that lit a path towards the Firefly through the darkness of the harsh winter night, even as he tried to resist following down that path that led straight to her.

“I have coffee,” she added as she stepped to the side, letting him see into the lit hallway behind her, leading further into the house. A clear invitation into her home, and he wasn’t sure what he was tempted by more at that moment—the hidden meaning behind the coyness of those words, or the promise of a hot cup of coffee. “If that’s your preferred poison.”

Joel huffed, cursing under his breath as he leaned back on his feet, needing distance from the woman he couldn’t seem to force himself to get at that moment. 

He could deal with his own attraction. Joel could hold himself back because it was one-sided. But if it wasn’t, if she—fuck, if that woman felt that same desire that he felt growing for her with each passing moment in her presence…

Joel told himself he shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t, because—

Shaking his head sharply, Joel reminded himself that he still needed to talk to Ellie. And that came before anything else.

“I can’t,” he muttered as he avoided her gaze, not wanting to see if she was disappointed, or if she didn’t care at all. He wasn’t sure which reaction would be worse to see.

“Suit yourself,” she called back, sounding unbothered just from her tone alone as he stared stubbornly at the ice that had formed on the picket fence that carefully separated him from what she had offered. He heard her front door begin to swing shut, and he waited for the click as it closed, but it didn’t come.

Then came the words in a voice so quiet it was almost soft, “My door is open, if you decide you need that drink.”

Joel finally looked up just as the door shut. He blinked, chest rising and falling with a deep breath, his hand flexing as he stared. After a moment, the light that peaked through the curtains in her front window went out, and only then did he allow himself to turn, sighing heavily as he ran a hand over his hair.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, steps quickening as he hurried down the street towards the house marked with the number 38. Joel shoved the image of the Firefly standing in the doorway beyond his reach, her silhouette painted with the light of her home out of his mind as he focused himself on the task ahead.

Sleep did not come easy that night.

You felt stupid, replaying that last conversation you had with Joel in your mind as you tossed and turned.

“So fucking stupid,” you muttered to yourself more than once, remembering how he hadn’t even looked you in the eye when he turned you down.

You hadn’t even known where the invitation had come from. Yes, you knew you were attracted to him but, fuck, you didn’t think you would ever act on it. You didn’t want to act on it. There was a part of you—a pretty fucking strong part—that didn’t even like the man, and though you were pretty sure he felt the same about you in at least some way, he had still gone out of his way to stand up for you.

That must have been what did it. Yes, it must have been that display of strong masculinity, nothing more. That, and the alcohol. And the fucking need to get laid. Nothing more.

You winced as you remembered the moment you had asked him to come in for a drink again, his blank face as he stared at anything but you, and you buried your face in your pillow with a groan. 

Joel probably thought you were too young for him, or was simply unattracted to you. The tension you felt between you was one of hostility, and the attraction you felt for him was one-sided. You were a fool if you thought it was otherwise.

Or, perhaps even worse, maybe Joel hadn’t even understood your proposal, and had turned you down because he didn’t even want your friendly conversation.

Somehow, that thought ended up hurting even more.

You sighed, kicking off the blankets when the light of dawn began to peek through the cracks of your curtains. Swinging your legs over the side of your bed, you stretched your arms over your head, sighing from the relief it brought to your tense muscles. You stood, grabbing your robe from your closet and slipping it on before making your way into the kitchen. 

If you couldn’t get to sleep, you might as well start your day a bit earlier than usual.

It wasn’t that much earlier, as you tended to be an early riser more often than not lately. Something about safety, you thought in the back of your mind. A need to be awake when everybody else was still asleep, just in case something happened.

A pretty foolish thing to think, given how something bad was just as likely to happen when you slept at night, if not more likely. Still, it was a hard habit to shake.

Your typical morning routine came naturally to you as you shuffled about your small kitchen. When getting out your coffee pot, you realized your supply of coffee was getting low, so maybe it was a good thing that Joel hadn’t accepted your invitation, if only for the selfish reason that you could keep all the caffeine to yourself.

You hummed to yourself, determined to distract yourself from the memories of last night that were popping up again. It was a song that you remembered the tune to more than you remembered the words. The chorus was a tongue twister, you faintly recalled, and the lyrics had faded with time. Still, you remembered parts of the melody, a familiar, comforting tune even as you sang it quietly to yourself while waiting for the pot of coffee to heat up.

The pleasant quiet of your little routine was interrupted by a sudden knock at your front door, and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of it. Clutching your chest, you glanced back at the coffee on the stove, making sure it wouldn’t burn before walking to your front door. Your footsteps quickened as the knocks sounded again, louder this time.

Was it Tommy? You couldn’t imagine who else it would be. What the fuck had happened that was making him pound on your door at the crack of dawn?

“What the fu—”

Your bewildered cursing quickly cut itself off as you swung your door open, seeing the unexpected culprit of the persistent knocking leaning an arm against your doorframe.

“Your offer for that drink still up?”

Blinking rapidly, you stare dumbfounded at the sight of the imposing figure that was Joel Miller standing on your doorstep, asking to come in as the low light of dawn colored the winter sky in purples, pinks and blues behind him.

You didn’t know how long you had been standing there staring, struck by shock into silence, until he said your name. A question, asking for your attention, but the sound of the syllables rolling off his tongue sounded both sweet and heady in the baritone of his smooth accent, and your head jerked in a nod. You stepped to the side, allowing him room to come inside.

“Uh, yeah.” You realized that you hadn’t stopped nodding, quickly stopping yourself as he looked at you for a moment longer before stepping through the doorway. You closed the door behind him with a slight tremble to your hands. “Yeah, I’m actually making some coffee right—”

You stopped short as you turned on your heels, jogging past him back into the kitchen as you remembered you had left the coffee on the stove.

“Shit shit shit shit, ow, fuck!” your muttered curses were only interrupted by a louder swear as you burnt yourself from trying to grab the hot coffee pot off the lit stove too quickly. More jumbled curses left your lips as you searched for a towel to grab the pot with, lifting it off the stove and onto a coaster before blowing the flame out.

“Well, uh,” you stopped as you looked back over your shoulder to where Joel had followed you, and was setting his pack against the wall in the entrance to your kitchen. You paused, glancing over his gathered supplies, brows furrowed in confusion before you glanced back at the coffee pot. “Hope you like your coffee burnt.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Joel shrug as he watched you open two wrong cabinets before reaching the one with the mugs. “Coffee is coffee, I’ll take what I can get.”

His voice sounded more rough than usual. Heavy with sleep, maybe? Regardless, it sent a shiver down your spine as you set two mugs onto the counter, picking a plain taupe colored one for him, and one decorated with an engraving of a moose for yourself.

“How do you like it?” you found yourself asking as you poured the hot drink into the mugs, eyes lifting to meet his, and you froze.

The innuendo of the phrase slowly dawned on you, cheeks flushing as you stared at him, and he looked straight back at you. Tension that you had felt simmering in the air since you opened the door, tension that had only grown once he walked through the threshold, pressed heavier around you, urging you to be closer to him. Joel’s arms shifted as he shrugged his jacket off, your eyes following the slow movement before you turned back to the mugs.

“The coffee,” you rushed the words out before clearing your throat. “The coffee, I meant.”

Oh god, oh fuck, you thought to yourself as you stared down at the mugs. Did Joel think you meant something else? Did you mean something else? You certainly had last night. Had he understood the underlying meaning in that offer? Was he taking you up on it now? But why now? You had just woken up, you were completely sober, you needed to mentally prepare. You needed to—

A hand brushed past your arm to pick up one of the mugs, and you froze. You couldn’t feel the touch of Joel’s skin through the robe you wore, but the heat of his body still radiated through. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to pick up your own mug. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized he had taken the one with the moose design.

“Like this,” Joel murmured, leaning back against the counter and taking a sip of the drink. He nodded gently to himself as he looked down into the mug, letting out a quiet hum that made you bite your lip. You distracted yourself with your quickly wandering thoughts by preparing your coffee the way you liked it.

Silence descended upon the kitchen, and you found yourself in the baffling situation of sharing your morning coffee routine with Joel Miller. You were content to let it stay quiet, ignoring the glances you could feel him sending you in favor of staring into your mug. That was until his movement brought you out of the happy distraction of bliss that only hot coffee first thing in the morning could provide.

Your brows furrowed as you watched Joel set down his coffee and walk over to pick up the towel you had used to take the coffee pot off the stove. He flicked the faucet of your sink on, running the fabric under the cold water as you stared at him in confusion.

“What are you—”

Your voice faded when Joel walked directly up to you. He was careful to avoid your fingers as he took the mug from your hands and set it on the counter, but made no move to answer the question in your eyes.

At least, not with words. Joel calmly took your hand even as you jerked at the contact, and you finally understood what he was doing when he turned it over to observe the burn the hot coffee pot had left on your knuckles. He pressed the cold towel to it, and you winced a little at the feeling before relaxing at how the temperature soothed the pain you had forgotten about in your panic to make the coffee.

“You’re a fighter.” Joel’s accent was smooth on your ears, so close to you now, and you struggled to stay collected while you watched him focus on the task of treating your burn. “You should take care of your hands.”

You took the opportunity to look at his own hands at the sentiment, unable to ignore how they felt as they easily enveloped yours. Calluses not unlike your own marked his touch, as identifiable as his fingerprints or the lines on his tan palms. Scars along Joel’s own knuckles caught your eye, and you nodded towards the badly healed injury.

“Like you?”

The look he fixed you with was nearly humorous with how unimpressed it was, a laugh bubbling up from your throat at the sight of it.

Joel’s hands paused, the disinterest in his brown eyes slowly fading into something else at the sound of your laughter.

After a moment where you both stood silently, gazes locked in some kind of wordless battle of wills, he looked back down at your burn. He carefully dabbed at it a few more times with the towel before speaking.

“You’ve got a sharp mouth on you, miss,” his Southern drawl sounded stronger with the slow words. Something about the way his accent wrapped around the formality made it sound almost filthier than it should have, and that emboldened you.

“You have no idea just how much.” The words slipped out without thinking, and though your heart suddenly hammered in your chest, you couldn’t stop the smirk that curled on your lips as he looked sharply back up at you.

There was a new kind of analysis in his dark eyes as he regarded you now, different from the cold, detached calculation he had fixed on you before. In contrast, this analysis was hotter, adding fuel to a fire that would probably be best if you both left it alone. The tension between you built, the string pulling taut before he slowly released your hand, dropping the towel onto the counter and backing away to pick his mug back up.

The intensity in the room receded slightly as he moved away, but didn’t recede completely. Joel still watched you attentively, head cocked to the side while he took another sip of his coffee, leaning against the counter opposite you. Far enough to keep your respective personal spaces, but close enough not to break that strain between you that begged you to close the distance.

Quiet fell upon you again as you both sipped at your coffee, even as you now watched each other’s moves closely. More light began to creep through the gaps in the curtains you had neglected to open yet. Now, with the brother of your closest friend in your home, and the way he looked at you so intensely like he was trying to figure out your—or his—next move, you couldn’t help but be glad that you had kept those curtains closed.

It hit you again that you really knew nothing about this man, but now you were sharing your precious last dregs of coffee with him. Your fingers tapped along the side of your mug, eyes drawn again towards the pack that was sitting in the entryway to your kitchen.

“Don’t ask,” Joel said quietly, voice low with a warning not to break this strange new thread that was tying you two together at this moment.

“I wasn’t going to,” you replied smoothly, taking another sip of your coffee as you looked back at him.

That same arch of a gray-tinted eyebrow you had seen a few times appeared again. Eyes so dark brown that they obscured his real intentions fixed on you, holding a new challenge in them, and your grip tightened on your mug as that desire lit itself in your stomach once more.

“No?” The single word was soft, but not without intensity as Joel watched you closely. For a paranoid moment you worried he could tell what you were thinking, that he could feel the low flickering flames of a need that he was only adding kindle to, but you shook the preposterous thought away.

“We’re both adults, Joel,” you gestured with your mug as you spoke, “and it’s been the end of the fucking world for twenty years. I don’t give a shit what you do.”

A soft laugh pulled from his lips, a raspy chuckle that you wondered if you hallucinated as he hid the sound behind his mug, disguising the action as another sip.

“That seems mighty rare, especially in a town like this,” Joel commented, your attention catching on the stroke of his thumb against the edges of the engraving on his mug. That desire coiled further, your thighs subconsciously clenching together as you wondered what those fingers could do to you.

You laughed, the sound almost a snort as it was startled out of you by his remark, as distracted as you were by your attraction to him. “Yeah, you have no idea,” you mutter before shrugging, your finger tracing the rim of your own cup.

“Seems hard to get any kind of privacy,” Joel murmured, his voice deep as his eyes followed the circling of your finger along the cup’s rim.

“Mm,” you hummed through a sip of your drink, eyes locked with his over your cup when you lowered it. His gaze caught on the way your throat moved as you swallowed, your desire for him so intense you could feel your panties becoming damp when Joel’s eyes darkened.

“You take the moments you can get,” you murmured, voice low as you lick the excess drops of coffee off your bottom lip, satisfied by the way he stiffens and his gaze locks in on your tongue.

Joel slowly set his mug down on the counter, pushing himself up as he began to stride towards you. Your heart pounded in time with each step he took, suspense from the thickening moment making you tense as he walked closer.

“When’s the last time you took a moment?” he asked, his rich baritone thick with insinuation that wasn’t lost on you as you straightened from the full focus of his attention.

“It’s been a while.” You were almost embarrassed by the truth in your words, but the light of recognition in his eyes, and the realization that it was probably the same for him offered some relief as he stopped in front of you.

Much like before, he took the mug from your hands, but this time the rough touch of his fingers whispered over yours. Joel set the mug down beside you, his palm flattening against the counter with the smooth motion. His other hand slowly lifted to press against the counter on the other side of your body, effectively caging you in between his arms.

“Why’d you invite me inside your home last night?” Joel’s head lowered so he could look directly into your eyes, voice rough and thickened with the short space now between you. His dark gaze was so intense, so close to you now that it nearly stole your breath away.

“Why’d you say no?” you countered, voice quiet under the pressure that surrounded you both. The thread between you pulled so taut, it was ready to snap under the lightest touch. 

So easy to break with just one touch.

Joel’s head shook, voice deepening as you could nearly feel the rumble of his smooth drawl in his chest from how close he stood to you, “I’m much too old for you, sweetheart.”

Your stomach flipped at the term, breath stuttering as desire shot straight between your legs. He had known what you meant, and the realization hit you that he hadn’t turned you down because he wasn’t interested.

No, Joel had walked away because he was attracted to you. He just thought it wasn’t a good idea.

The thought sent a thrill through you, a rush of desire that took over your better judgment as you realized that even that judgment hadn’t stopped him from showing up on your doorstep this morning. Joel was here now, in the privacy of your kitchen, trapping you against the counter and looking at you with eyes as dark as sin, and that made you bold.

“Yeah?” your voice was breathy with the word, his gaze flashing to your lips at the sound of it, and you tensed with anticipation. “I think you can keep up.”

You could feel the strength that exuded from him, the tension that coiled in his muscles as his arms strained on either side of you. To keep himself from touching you, maybe? Some last desperate attempt at restraint? But you began to realize you both knew exactly where this was heading from the moment he stepped through your door.

“Do you want to kiss me, Joel Miller?” your sultry words were teased on a whisper as you shifted from restless anticipation in the small space between his arms.

Joel shook his head sharply, voice smooth as he responded easily, “No, I don’t want to kiss you.”

You frowned, your mouth opening to speak, but the next words he moved to speak so deeply, so confidently against your ear stunned you into silence.

“I want to fuck you.”

The tension keeping you apart snapped.

You were on each other in an instant.

One of Joel’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you fully against him in the same breath your own hands found the back of his neck. Your fingers danced along his skin, one hand sliding down underneath the collar of his shirt, exploring the muscles of his upper back and feeling how they tensed as he grabbed you. Your other hand traveled up to wind through his short, gray tinted curls, marveling at how soft they felt as you tangled your fingers in those curls.

His lips found your neck in the same moment, the kisses he placed along your skin all tongue and teeth. They were hardly able to be called kisses, the feeling of his mouth against your skin more primal, more territorial than a kiss would be. Your head tilted back to give him better access as his free hand slid up your back, fingers spread as he tried to push himself further against you, fueled by a need that you now knew you shared for each other’s bodies.

Your head turned, nose pressed against the hair that you gripped between your fingers, intoxicated by the clean scent of the shampoo he must have showered with mixed with something earthy, something heady that made your head swim with lust. You couldn’t name the scent, but you also couldn’t bother yourself to figure it out as both his large hands grabbed your hips.

A gasp escaped your lips, the sound softening into a moan as Joel guided your hips to roll up against his. You heard him grunt quietly against your skin as your nails scraped his scalp, rolling his hips against yours again while his tongue flattened along your neck, biting down near your collarbone.

“Fuck,” you muttered breathlessly as Joel grabbed your thigh, lifting your leg easily so he could roll his hardening erection right against your clothed cunt. You couldn’t hold in another moan at the sensation, the feeling of him pressed against you so intense and stoking the flames of your desire, even through the clothes that still separated you.

“I—” Joel grunted, cutting himself off as he rolled his erection right against you again, this time the friction rubbing against your clit through your pants and making you moan louder. He bit down on your neck again, leaving another mark on you at the sound you made before he pulled back. “Fuck, I have to go soon.”

“Then hurry the fuck up,” you panted as you held onto each other, lost in the delicious way Joel was grinding against you. You were hypnotized by the lust that clouded his gaze now that you could see his eyes, his carefully guarded walls slipping in the heat of the moment. “Don’t get me wet and not follow through, Joel Miller.”

The look he gave you at your words was pure sin, his hand following the hemline of your pants before slipping underneath them, large fingers dipping down to slowly drag over the fabric of your damp panties.

“Fuck, you are wet,” Joel grunted, his lips parting with need as he watched your head tilt back with another lustful moan, “and I’ve hardly touched you yet.”

“Hurry the fuck up,” you snapped again, pleasure blanketing the heated words as he continued to drag his fingers over the fabric of your panties. His teasing was only turning you on further, desperate to feel his rough touch directly on your throbbing clit and if he had to leave soon, he better fucking have his way with you before he goes.

You gasped when cold air hit your skin as Joel suddenly pulled down both your sleep pants and panties in one swift yank. His hand that still held your thigh pulled it up higher, easily wrapping it around his waist as it opened you up further. His other hand dipped down, fingers dragging along your wet folds and sending an electric shock of pleasure through you.

“God, you’re a tease,” you breathe through the moans he was drawing out of you with the movement of his fingers exploring your folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers before they found your clit. 

Joel circled the sensitive bundle of nerves a few times before rubbing over it. Your legs jerked, hips bucking to try and get closer to his touch as he began to slowly work at you. He followed the vocal cues you were giving him with your moans and gasps to find out what motions felt the best, and repeated them.

“Why is that?” Joel’s lips found your ear again as he murmured the low words, his fingers dipping down to your entrance as his thumb moved to continue rubbing against your clit. “I’m giving you what you want, aren’t I?”

“I—” Your hands grabbed his shoulders, fingers tangling in the fabric of his flannel as he slipped a finger inside of your entrance. You gasped, hips jerking as he slowly sunk the digit in, the feeling of him stroking against your tight walls mixed with the rough pad of his finger rubbing against your clit making you almost delirious with pleasure. “I—”

“Say it,” Joel commanded as his finger drew back to thrust back into you, repeating the motion a few times as your high began to climb, the sensation of him fingerfucking you removing all your inhibitions.

“Yes!” you gasped as you held onto him, desperate for the orgasm that was rapidly approaching. “Yes, you are, fuck you really are…”

Joel hummed, rewarding your answer by slowly sliding another finger inside you to join the first. Your hips rocked with the movements, picking up faster as he began to slow down the thrusts of his fingers, forcing you to chase your own high on his hand as he mumbled, teeth catching your ear, “That’s right, ride my fingers, sweetheart.”

Soft pants turned harder as you did what he told you, using his free hand that grabbed your ass as leverage to ride his fingers, his thumb speeding up over your clit as you felt yourself begin to crest over the edge.

“That’s it,” Joel murmured, his voice deep and rumbling from where his chest pressed against yours as he coaxed the orgasm out of you with his words, “good girl.”

You gasped, waves of pleasure radiating from the center of your core outwards as you came on his fingers. Joel continued to stimulate your clit through your orgasm, fingers slowly thrusting inside your clenching walls as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

Your thighs shook as you came down from your high with a whine. Only then did he pull his fingers out of you, setting your leg back down on the ground and only giving you a moment to breathe as he ripped your robe off, his hands moving down to unbutton his pants. 

“Turn around,” Joel ordered, and you did, hands flattening against the countertop for support to keep yourself standing on shaky legs.

The sound of pants unzipping behind you made you whine softly in anticipation, teeth biting into your lower lip as he nudged your thighs further apart with his knee. You heard him grunt, the sound of skin slapping against skin arousing you again. You pictured how he must be spreading your fluids that you had left on his fingers along his dick, and you moaned from the imagery combined with the sound alone.

One of his hands found your back, pushing you down to bend over the counter as you felt the head of his cock drag against your folds. You moaned at the same time he did, your hands clenched into fists as he repeated the motion.

“Joel—” you choked out his name, your nails surely digging crescent shapes into your palms with how hard you clenched them.

“Tell me,” he grunted, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance as his hand slid up your back. “Tell me what you need.”

He was making sure he had your consent, you thought somewhere in the back of your mind. A kind gesture, and one that you appreciated, but he had already fingerfucked you into an orgasm and if he didn’t put his dick in you now, you were going to lose it.

“God, just fuck me,” you nearly cried, satisfied only when you felt his cock press past your folds to slowly enter you.

Your head almost lifted back with the sensation of him sliding inside of you until his large palm slid up to the back of your neck, holding you down as he continued to push inside further, easier than it would’ve been if he hadn’t gotten you ready first.

Silence hung heavy in the air once he was fully bottomed out, broken only by your combined heavy breathing. Only your moan broke the quiet as he pulled out a few inches to thrust back in, the sound followed by his grunt as he thrusted again.

“Mm,” you whined, one of your hands moving to wrap around the edge of the counter as he began to fuck you in steady thrusts. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Joel’s answering grunts were quiet, barely audible over the the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin that filled your kitchen as he fucked you harder at your praise. You buried your face into your free arm as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you, burying himself to the hilt and making you smother a scream into your arm from the pleasure of the sudden fullness.

The pace Joel set was brutal, but you could keep up as your hips rolled back against his, ass pressing against his skin every time he thrusted into you.

“Fuck,” Joel gasped, his hand on your neck finding your hair as he grabbed the strands in his fist. “Fuck, I knew you were a slut from the first moment I set eyes on you.”

You moaned, the degradation leaving you desperate for more friction as you rolled your hips faster, trying to find relief from where the cold counter pressed against your clit.

“Oh yeah?” you whined, moaning again as his fist tugged at your hair, pulling your head back so he could wrap his other hand around your throat. He leaned forward, his hips pressing yours against the counter as he bucked into you a few times.

“Yeah,” Joel grunted, his hand squeezing around your throat for a second before letting go, moving to hold onto your hip again as he let go of your hair to spread his palm back down your back. “Knew that you would take my dick like a dirty fucking slut if you wanted it.”

You whined again, louder and higher this time, the words going straight to your head as his hand slid down your ass and around front, finding its place between your legs to play with your clit. Smothering a cry against your arm again, your eyes began to water as your muffled begs were revealed when his hand on your hip grabbed your hair and pulled your head back again.

“I want to hear those sounds you make,” he grunted, hips snapping against your ass as his thrusts became quick and shallow. “Want to hear how sharp that pretty mouth really is.”

“Fuck, I’m close, please, fuck—” your words were bordering on incoherent moans, your vision might as well have been blind in the pleasure building to an impossible high, “please, faster, I—”

Joel’s fingers picked up the pace where they rubbed over your clit, finding the same motion from earlier that made your legs shake. You were barely able to hold yourself up, your hands scrambling for purchase on the countertop as he leaned over your back, his lips finding your ear, “Be a good slut and cum for me.”

Your vision blacked out, stars bursting behind your eyelids as your second orgasm flooded your senses. The pleasure from the release was so powerful, so overwhelming that you forgot everything for a moment other than the feeling of the man still fucking into you through your high.

Joel continued to murmur into your ear, panting softly as he praised you for how good you take him, the smooth rumble of his accent comforting as your awareness of your surroundings slowly came back to you.

For the first time since he began fucking you, you glanced back over your shoulder, eyes glazed over as you watched Joel lost in the pleasure of fucking you. His brow was furrowed, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down the strong, hard lines of his face, contorted in the pleasure of a fast approaching orgasm as he struggled to keep his pace steady.

“Joel,” you murmured hoarsely, capturing his attention as he glanced at your face, his hips stuttering at your eye contact before quickly bucking into you with low grunts of exertion. “Let go.”

The simple command seemed to be all he needed as Joel’s head tossed back, his grunts turning into a long, low groan as his thrusts turned sloppy, bucking into you a couple times before quickly pulling out. His hand must have found his dick between your legs, hidden from your view, but you felt the warmth of his release coat your thighs as he panted heavily.

With the hard, wet sounds of sex now gone, the room was silent except for you both panting as you tried to catch your breath. You watched as Joel lifted his free hand, the one not covered in his own cum, to run through his hair.

“Fuck,” the curse was breathless, his chest heaving as he looked down at where he had spread your legs, bent you over your own counter and fucked you against it. “I—fuck.”

“Yeah,” your voice was hoarse from the sounds he had drawn from you, arms trembling as you turned around to try and push yourself up. “I agree.”

You heard the sound of Joel’s pants zipping back up, and you looked back again to see him looking towards the covered window over your sink, more light filtering through the curtains from a brightening sky as it transitioned from dawn to early morning outside.

“Shit, I—” he cleared his throat, grabbing the discarded towel that had been used to treat your burn to clean his hand of your combined release. “I have to go.”

“Oh,” you laughed breathlessly as you found your feet well enough to stumble over to where he had dropped the cloth to clean the mess between your own legs. “You’re gonna take my coffee, get a quick fuck and ride off into the sunrise?”

Joel didn’t answer right away, though you saw him tense from where he had walked over to the chair where he had draped his jacket.

“Look, this was—” he sighed, and you had to hold back a laugh as you began to realize just how bad he was at keeping a conversation. “I’m not sticking around here, and even if I was, I’m not—fuck, I’m not—”

“Joel,” you interrupted, tone light with amusement and the afterglow of a good fuck, the sound of it pulling his attention back to you as you grinned deviously at him.

You saw something click in his eyes as he squinted at you, and Joel sighed heavily. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

A breathless laugh escaped your lips as you leaned down to grab your pants and pull them back up.

“Remember what I said?” you asked, to which he arched that goddamned eyebrow again.

“It was mostly incoherent moans,” Joel remarked dryly as he grabbed his jacket and pulled it back on, reaching a hand up to smooth over the curls you had messed up.

The words—a joke?—pulled a surprised laugh from your lips, swollen from when you had bitten into them. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back against the counter.

“I don’t give a shit what you do,” you reminded him as he moved to where he had left his supplies. He picked up the pack, looping his arms through it and looking back at you with a nod.

Despite your words, and how much you truly did believe them, you couldn’t resist the urge to follow him back to your front door, even with your shaky legs. You tilted your head back, meeting his stoic gaze with a small smirk as a reminder of what you had just done together, even as he seemed to be trying to move on already.

“Right, well…” Joel trailed off, looking down at you blankly before exhaling sharply, turning to open your door with a swift yank.

Your laughter echoed from behind him as he descended your porch steps back into the chilly air of a winter morning. Leaning against the doorframe, you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking before he was too far away that you would have to call out to him, not wanting to risk drawing the attention of anybody who might already be awake in Jackson.

“Safe travels, Joel Miller,” you drawled, eyes raking down the figure of the man who had just fucked you as he walked away. “Do try not to die, I really don’t want to have to deal with Tommy if you do.”

Joel didn’t look back at you, only lifting a hand in an ambiguous gesture that might have been a wave, might have been a middle finger, and you laughed again. You closed your door as he exited through your fence, unwilling to watch him leave until he was out of sight. That was too personal, and too fucking romantic.

But deep down, there was some part of you that really did hope Joel didn’t die on his trip to wherever he was going, though it wasn’t just for Tommy’s sake.

No matter how you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

[henneseyhoe]

The Return Of Killjoy.

Killmonger x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, gory descriptions, mentions of religion, possession, choking, rough s*x, cu*khold, !SLIGHT CNC!.

Ps. I’ll edit this fully later, so if y’all see random pov switches then ignore it really quick. I just wanted it out before Halloween was over Lmfao.

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“You sure you wanna watch this, Trey? I just feel iffy” She expressed to her boyfriend, fiddling with the frills on her socks. Her stomach felt queasy, and her nerves were higher than usual all that day. It could be because she knew that there were plans made to do something she had no instest in, plans to watch an old slasher film, but even before she knew it was this movie in particular, she had already felt a bad feeling come over her body.

“You need to calm down, baby. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and we both know this shit is fake” Trey brushes her off in a nonchalant way, putting the vhs tape into the tv.

“Trey, please. We can watch a classic! Friday 13th?” He ignores her again, playing with the buttons on the television. “This movie is like 80 years old, who knows what type of old ass voodoo is on it?! we needed a fuckin’ box tv to watch this shit, and everybody saying it’s cursed!” She continues to press him, hoping he’d realize how stupid the whole situation was. She was never the type to be scared of movies, but she heard around town about what people saw in the tapes, and she wasn’t trying to be added to the list of people who lost their minds after watching.

Some stories she heard included people gouging their own eyes out, projectile vomiting everywhere only five minutes into the film, some even lose consciousness. “Are you even listening? Trey!” She pushed him, the boy still seeking no interest in what she was saying. She was so convinced that she could change his mind and that she had time to all before, but obviously he was adamant on watching the movie to understand the hype and fear surrounding.

“…someone literally stopped talking for an entire week after watching it. If that ain’t enough proof for you, I dunno what is!” Crossing her arms, she huffs like an upset toddler, over him ignoring her for a ‘stupid little movie’.

“That was just a drawn out joke! Wasn’t shit wrong with that woman” He says, using the tv remote to navigate through the options to start the movie. There was no turning back now, the tape beginning to roll.

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Trey yawns for the fifth time that night. She couldn’t tell if he was tired of just wanted to pretend like the scenes wasn’t scary. The movie started out with a blood curdling scream that made both the young adults cover their ears, Trey attempting to turn it down with the remote, which didn’t work, but even when he put it on mute, the scream continued. After that was the most gruesome death scene either of them had ever seen in a movie that old. It was almost too real. The main character, or who they thought was the main character, was killed only five minutes into the film. The masked man had captured her in her own home and hung her upside down with chains wrapped around her ankles. She was completely undressed, naked glory there to gawk at. Y/N caught Trey doing exactly that for a moment before the woman was split in half completely from the top down with a seemingly dull machete.

Y/N gags strongly while clenching her thick thighs closed as she watched the woman rip in half, screaming in agony until she stopped before the man could even pull the blade all the way through her body. He hacked away multiple times before he had even reached the end of her, blood splattering all over the hardwood floor.

“Ewww!” Y/N let out a girlish squeal while kicking her feet up and covering her face. Trey shook his head. “This shit is not scary, you doin too much”

“Shut up! This shit is makin’ me sick, turn it off”

“Why? You scared?”

“Yes! Stop playin’ and turn it off”

Trey rolls his eyes and laughs, switching his position so he was kneeling in front of his fearsome girlfriend. “It’s not real” she shake her head, her face still scrunched with disgust while Trey laughs at herfit. “Lemme comfort my little cry baby” he teased and kisses her lips. She melted from his touch, feeling safer than before. Trey’s hands roam her body, going for her shirt to pull it right off her body. Y/N’s safe feeling didn’t last too long, a feeling in her stomach creeping up onto her, telling her to open her eyes, which she reluctantly complied to.

Watching the screen behind Trey, multiple pictures of gore flashed as the film continued, the next picture even more disturbing than the next until the screen flashed a picture that had her jumping out of her skin, goosebumps covering her body.

She pushes her boyfriend away with a scream. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” She panicked, tears welling in her eyes. “Damn, Y/N! You almost bit my fuckin’ tongue off!” Trey shouts, tasting blood in his mouth from the girl biting down on his lip. “What are you on about now?!” Trey glanced back at the screen, but it had changed to a normal part in the movie.

Y/N couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling in her chest. The picture she saw that flashed lastly was a picture of her. In that same spot. With Trey laying next to her, his face looking as if it was bludgeoned, features beyond recognition.

“STOP FUCKING WITH ME, TREY! IM SERIOUS! IT AINT FUNNY!” She freaked, her chest heaving as Trey looked at her in confusion.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. If you that scared then I’ll just turn it off, damn” he reaches for the remote and clicks the tv off, yet the screen went no where. Still playing the movie, Trey tried clicking the buttons on the TV to turn it off, but the film stayed put. He sighs. “Look, it’s an old tv, baby. We can smash this shit right after if it makes you happy” he said, turning back to her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her again, tasting salty tears on her lips. As she gave into his temptation, the kiss progressed to him laying her down and undressing them both fully.

Trey took it upon himself to pleasure her first, something he rarely did, but Y/N brushed it off as him trying to make her feel better. Spreading her legs out for him, Trey dove in, beginning to lap up her swelling clit as she used her hands to play in his hair.

They were cornrowed back, neatly placed in straight lines and she found herself tugging at the ends of them while he slurped her up. He uses her thigh as a headrest for him so he could eat without getting tired, but his patters were already sending the girl into overdrive.

“Yes, Trey” She calls out to him, her other hand gracing her wet lips. She sticks her tongue out and licks a long stripe along her pointer finger and thumb, using her own spit as lube to twist her nipples softly. Trey had suctioned his entire mouth around her clit, beginning to suck while his fingers dipped into her honeypot, giving her a reason for her eyes to be rolling backwards into her head like they were doing.

What was into him? She had never experienced this type of behavior. She couldn’t even remember the last time she came from head alone, but this time felt so different to her.

She had wondered when he had gotten so skilled at this..and when he got a tongue.. or when he got dreads.

Popping her head upwards, Y/N’s heart completely drops. The man that was between her legs was no longer her boyfriend, but the same psycho killer that shook her up just a few minutes ago. Her adrenaline rushes, her brown eyes becoming wide with her jaw being stuck hanging low like she had just been hit with a brick. “—oh fuck” She moans, the demon himself keeping himself latched on her clit, shaking his head from side to side. He rubs his plump lips against her clit while humming, vibrations spreading throughout the girls body before she came, a tongue being right there to catch all that she was giving before it was his turn to get his.

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“Like this, baby?” The man stared deep into her soul while stroking her, his callused hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Y/N shook with fear, but she couldn’t stop the moans falling from her lips. Turning towards the tv, she watched as Trey begged and pleaded on mute, slamming his hands against the windowed screen he was trapped in. Before a singular teardrop slipped from her eye, killjoy had already turned her head back towards him, giving her no permission to look at anything but him.

“Take it. Take it like a good fuckin’ girl” He grunts, gripping her thigh and pushing it back so far that she was basically folded in. It took strength to endure the beating he was putting on her, and the little bit she had left was gradually growing weaker. He was to blame for every reaction she was currently having, from the jagged breathing all the way down to the helpless whimpers. She thought he would have never stopped, until he did, his hips colliding with hers one last time before he stops, laying a smack on her thighs.

“Now, sit that ass on it” He demands. It was like she had no control over her own body, the real version of herself watching behind her eyes in utter shock. Flipping them both over, Killjoy does the honors of pushing himself back inside of her, Y/N using the strength of her calves to bounce on the tip of his dick. It was still so much for her, he was barely inside and she already felt so full. “I can’t-“ she chokes out as her legs shake, her body cowering on top of him. Killjoy grunts in annoyance, his patience running low for the girl. He was fed up. How was she gonna be a good host if she was a coward?

Giving her that jumpstart she needed, he lays three hard smacks on her ass, sending Y/N jumping forward with a yelp, landing right back on his dick. She slid down on his thick pole completely, her thighs closing together. “Unt-Unt. Open them legs, lemme see that pretty pussy” He says, completely disregarding her stiff movements and thrusting his hips upwards. She wasn’t even thinking straight at this point, she couldn’t have answered a question if you asked.

“I’m gonna cum!” She shouts, fisting his locs in her hand, a guttural groan escaping his mouth at the hair tugs. Only the lucky knew how he liked it rough, and not one of those lucky people were alive anymore to tell the story of how killjoy himself broke them in on Halloween night. Now, it was her turn.

“Cum on this dick, pretty girl. It’s yours” He taunts with a devilish smirk, but that only made Y/N teeter over the line of ecstasy and unconsciousness just a little more.

“I’m- im-“

“Uh-huh. Show yo’ man how a real nigga do it”

“FU-“

“Show him how a real nigga make you cum!”

“FUCK”

She stops bouncing, but killjoy kept his hips jack hammering up into her, his arms arms going around her waist to hold her in her spot as he fucked her pussy with no remorse. Y/N was praying to the heavens that it would stop and this would just be some crazy wet dream, but it kept going.

“No need to pray now. He can’t help you” Killjoy speaks into the girls ears, his voice echoing in her head like they were in an empty room.

She could hear her water splashing against him, and he had no means to stop just yet.

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[glorious-imagines]

Don't Wanna Be Torn

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Jason lay on his bed, staring at his stained ceiling as he tossed a stress ball. He hadn't gone to see Isabel or the twins. Not yet. Not when he had Gabby's words swirling in his head like a maelstrom. Not when he had to make another choice that would shake his foundations. In hindsight, he should've thought about the first foundation-shaking choice more deeply. He probably would've been able to still be happy with Y/n.

Y/n... Not a day had gone by that she wasn't on his mind. The true object of his affection. He missed the catch, and the plushy ball landed on his face with a soft thunk. A light huff escaped his nostrils, and he just laid there, eyes closed. Basking in the silence. Images of Y/n flashed in his mind. His heart is aching for her. 

When the image of her laughing with Conner shot forth, his lids opened abruptly. Of course. Even in his own mind, there is no peace. He should be used to that by now. His mind has never been a place of comfort. Y/n probably wouldn't be happy if he came running back to her. Uprooting the work she's taken to heal her hurt. He wouldn't forgive himself, either.

He sat up, the stress ball rolling down his face as he did so. He stared at it for a moment. It was a stupid gift from Roy. He'd gotten it at the at the last minute for one of his birthdays. Jason hardly celebrates such a day. But this stupid two-dollar toy from a nearby gift store was all that remained. He didn't fully understand why, but he cherished the ball. When Roy gave it to him, he said, don't forget to think about you. Jason had since taken it everywhere.

He stuffed it in his pocket with a centering huff. "Time to face the music." He wasn't at all enthusiastic about what he was going to do. But almost thirty minutes later, he was outside Isabel's hospital room.

He takes a breath. And another. The haze in his mind cleared, but his heart seemed to constrict. His hands were getting clammy as he reached to open the door. He swallowed when he saw Isabel sitting between the twins incubators.

Isabel's face lights up when she notices him. "Jay! Hi, I didn't think you were coming."

He grabbed the nearest chair and dragged it to the foot of her bed. "Hey, Isabel. How are you? You feeling okay after everything?"

"Yeah, it was a surprise, but myself and our babies are fine." She took a sip of the little orange juice cup.

He nods with a barely noticeable, somber smile on his face. "Good, I'm glad." 

Silence quickly invades the room. It steals the air of normalcy and creates a smog of tension. Isabel's eyes seem to be trained on her juice cup. Jason's were fixed on her. 

And they stay like that for what feels like hours to Isabel. She huffs in annoyance and looks back at him. Her face is scrounged in an awkward mix of apprehension and annoyance. "She told you, right? Gabby? About that guy?"

Jason snorts and grabs one of her juice cups, poking a straw into the top before taking a drink. Isabel watches with a growing pit in her stomach. 

"I don't wanna cause you too much stress, so I'll get to the point." He started when she finished the small drink and placed it back on the table. "I know they're not mine."

"Jaso--"

"I think you've said more than enough these past months. It is absolutely shit that you derailed the trajectory of my life to make me play father to someone else's kids.

"Jason, please--"

"Not done." He levels his oceanic blues into her, through her. "I was prepared to marry her. She was it for me. And you stole that life from me." 

To her, he is scarily calm. He should be yelling. Yelling would be less stressful. Even if it woke the twins, she would prefer his anger to... whatever the hell he was giving her. If the twins suddenly woke, they would have no choice but to end this conversation.

"I will never forgive you for that. It hurt me, but more importantly, it hurt Y/n. And she deserves so much more." He could feel the heat of his pain welling up. He took a deep breath. "I'm not upset about that guy. I never said we were official. From the start, I was only here for the twins. I would've helped, Isabel. You were my friend. I would've helped if you asked."

"Were?" She involuntarily questions.

"After all this, there's no way we can maintain the relationship we once had."

The tears pooling in her sapphires spilled over. "Jason, please, I'm sorry."

He stands and stretches. "M'gonna call in some favors. Get you set for when you leave."

"Jason..."

"If you need anything for the twins, and I doubt you will, you have my number. But only for the twins. I won't respond to anything else, and if you try to trick me, I'll cut you off completely." He opens the door and says, "Goodbye, Isabel."

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At the gala, Conner let Y/n know what he'd said to Jason. He described it as childish and stupid, and he was very sorry. And he dropped to his knees and begged her not to ghost him or something.

It was super embarrassing, but also incredibly hilarious. Such a huge guy was on his knees, begging for forgiveness, and putting on such a show. She laughed, genuinely and heartily as she pulled him up. She gave him another shot, but he had to work double time if he wanted her to be with him. He was more than happy to agree, of course.

From then on, he'd been attached at the hip to her. She didn't mind; she liked having him work so hard for her. She wished Jason had done the same. They wouldn't be in the mess they currently find themselves.

Not that she actually knew what he was going through. She just knew that chick would be a hand full. If she wasn't pregnant, she'd have hit her. And she definitely would've deserved it.

Thinking about her made Y/n's blood boil. So she stopped. And maybe that's what she's needed all along. To just stop. Though her heart aches for Jason, his sense of responsibility takes him elsewhere. And even if he were to come back...

The thought of leaving Conner pulled her full lips down and made her stomach swirl in the worst way. He felt comforting and warm. A feeling that wasn't new to her but was severely missed. Like he was hot tea on a bitterly cold night.

"Y/n?"

She looked up from idly circling her martini glass rim. "Hm?"

"You okay? Seem a bit lost."

"Just a bit of thinking."

"Not about boys. Pleeaase not about boys," Shana whined childishly.

Y/n puckered her lips, her head turning up a bit and away, her eyes going back to her friend like a puppy that made a mess of the trash. Shana chuckled and elbowed her lightly. "Because of course you are," she said, rolling her eyes. "So, what's the problem this time?"

Y/n shrugs, taking a sip of her martini. "There isn't one. I think I'm finally moving on from Jason."

Shana's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and her lips pursed. "Yeah, alright."

"I'm serious. No gotcha's. But listen, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"What would you say if I said I was thinking about moving to Metropolis?"

Shana's eyes go wide, completely confounded, as she stares into Y/n's soul. "Perdeste a cabeça?! You didn't even move on Jason this fast! Did that super freak brainwash you?" Shana snatches her head up and examines it with her magic.

Y/n shoves her off. "Shana, girl, I love you, but if you ever put your hands on me like that again, I'ma forget you my best friend." 

Shana is still looking at her as if she's hiding something, to which Y/n rolls her eyes. "I'm not going for Conner, fucking duh."

"Then why?"

"I may or may not have been aiming for a spot on the Justice League for the past few years."

Shana freezes for a moment, scrutinizing her for a moment. After a minute, she snorts and then bursts into laughter. "You're kidding, right?"

Y/n's lip quirks up in a frown, and she plucks her on the forehead. "Here I was talking about something other than the men in my life, and here you are being an ass."

"Ow, okay," Shana says, rubbing the spot where she plucked. "Sorry, geez."

"Anyway, Superman and a few others wanna hold interviews, and they want me to do some kinda trial run in Metropolis."

"Why? You're great at what you do."

"Yes, but am I JL great? That's what they wanna find out. Besides, I never planned on staying in Gotham for so long. I think my true calling is Manhattan, anyway."

"Why am I just finding out about this anyway?

"Because you have close relations with the Batfamily."

"Batfamily? What the fuck? Where did that BS name come from?"

It was Y/n's turn to scrutinize Shana. "Batfamily? You not bouta tell me you've never heard that before."

"Should I have?"

"Literally everyone says it."

"No, they don't."

"Yes, they do."

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh huh."

"Nuh uh."

"I'm not doing this with your ass right now." She downs the rest of her drink and gathers her things. "Pay for this martini, and I swear I'll spot you later."

"We both know that's a lie, but sure, get outta here. Amo-te, desarrumado." They kiss each other on the cheeks, and Y/n departs.

As Y/n is walking to her apartment, she has the misfortune of running into a couple of low-level criminals trying to steal a car. 

"You know, I don't think that's yours."

"And I think you'd best move along." He pulls a gun on her, but she is unphased by it. "Less you wanna be a victim to this crime."

"I bet you thought you ate that one." The criminals look up just as a figure falls from the sky and lands on one of them.

Y/n knew that physique well. It used to embrace her while she cooked breakfast at three in the morning. Shield her from the demons that plagued her in the dark. That voice that whispered sweet nothings when he thought she was sleeping. That voice that chortled mockingly at something that she hadn't meant as a joke, but she joined in the mirth. And when those eyes landed on her, she could feel the moment he first told her, I love you.

And just for a moment, she wanted to run into his arms and say it back. Just for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel all those things again.

"Can we talk?"

"I really don't want to do that."

"Please, Y/n?" 

She had to look away from him. The slight tremble in his tone as he pleaded, the glossy bit of hope that seemed to fill his eyes overwhelmed her. Even with his mask on, she still knew him so well.

She crossed her arms tightly over her abdomen, her hands cradling her biceps protectively. She huffs and does nothing else, but Jason quickly deals with the criminals and calls the police. 

She follows him to his motorcycle, where he puts her helmet on her, making sure it's secure. She wraps her arms around his midsection, and he pats her hands twice. The whole exchange is silent, and the ride follows suit. As well as the climb to the roof of the clock tower, where Jason walks behind her, ready to catch her.

Both hearts hammer in their chests. Both minds fuzzy and anxious. Hands fiddling with each other.

Above them, the stars twinkle and glitter. Their own conversations endless. She wondered what they spoke of. If the language they used ever became a hindrance to them. 

Jason took a seat just a bit behind her. His arms were propped up on his knees as he gazed at her. He swallowed, and his mouth opened, but nothing came out. His teeth clenched and his jaw set, his brows furrowing while he scrutinized the way her eyes shimmered in the moonlight. 

"Just like stars." He murmured abruptly.

And when she turned those eyes on him, he felt his breath catch. The world seemed to slow along with his heart. A wave of serenity washed over him.

"Hm?"

"Your eyes. They always remind me of stars."

Warmth fills her face, and her nose tingles. "O-oh, I-- th-thank you." Just as her words her heart stutters. Because, of course, he can make her feel just like a schoolgirl confessing to her crush.

"I miss you, Y/n." He closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips and a weight lifting from his shoulders. "I miss you so damn much."

She bites her bottom lip to keep from saying it back. She takes a deep breath through her nostrils and blinks away tears. A war started in her the moment she saw him. And she was determined not to succumb to it.

She looks away. Back out at the plagued city below. "You wanted to talk. So talk."

His head hangs, a tired breath escaping his lips. "The kids turned out to not be mine.

Her heart picks up pace, and her head whips back around to him. Brows slowly knit together, her bottom lip quivering with her shakey breath. "Kids?"

He explains everything that's led up to this moment. "I won't pretend I'm not entirely hurt and disappointed by this. I just—I want you back. I was an idiot to ever leave you." 

He lets his words sink in a bit, and they do sink in. They permeate and invade. She feels... dizzy? Dazed? Her mind is fuzzy, and her loud heart is beating her ears. And his words--.

Gently, his hands cupped her face, soft like petals to his touch. His eyes, intense, warm, and focused drink in her own, uneasy, anticipating, and longing. His lips quirked up slightly on the right, strained and bittersweet. He brought her forehead down to his lips, planting a lingering kiss, then pulled her into an encompassing embrace.

"I'm sorry... I can't seem to stay away from you."

And she was sorry, too. She didn't want him to stay away. Fuck.

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damn part 5. I remember when I said this would be no more than 5 parts... welp

Tags: @b4tm4nn @iyuuii @jaguarthecat @rhyanna6012

[nochukoo97]

Bet gone wrong

Pairing: Jungkook x oc

Summary: you regret placing a bet on a math question with your boyfriend, not knowing how much of a math genius he was.

Warnings: oc cries, but jungkook is soo soft with her after that, apologetic gguk, happy ending 😊

Word count: 1.2k

Your boyfriend was an avid fan of horror movies and thriller shows, you on the contrary, were beyond terrified of anything related to the dark and horror. Every time the two of you had movie nights, you would beg Jungkook not to watch another one of his jumpscare, horrifying, absolutely petrifying, made-you-almost-cry shows that he had a strong passion for. However, tonight was different…

“Come on! Kook please!” you plead to your stubborn boyfriend who did not want to hear your cries. “But baby, the bet was that the winner gets anything they want, it’s only fair!” your boyfriend argues back, as he turns on the TV and switches to his Netflix account. You groan into his shirt as you continue to ramble on about changing to another genre, one that is not so…. life threatening…

Normally, putting bets on random things was a very common practice between you and Jungkook, it simply made normal mundane things more fun for the both of you. However, this bet in particular made you regret bringing it up that afternoon…

“Kook! Wanna bet?” you run up to your boyfriend as he was busy squinting through his reading glasses, typing out something on his laptop. Jungkook peared from the laptop at you, cocking his eyebrow in question. “I bet that you won’t be able to solve this maths question my professor gave me today, he said it was many grades above our level, and so far I have not made any progress besides three equations!” Having said that, you push the piece of paper over to your boyfriend whose attention is now diverted to the long maths question that took up half of your A4 paper. As he scans the question, he looks back at you for a second and says, “First, what’s the reward?” Oh poor you, here's where you went absolutely wrong, “Anything. I’ll do anything you want.”

To your horror, you watch as Jungkook skims through the question with ease, scribbling down god knows how many numbers and finishing the question in less than five minutes. Your mouth gapes as you see the answer written down, “135”, and as you recall, the answer was indeed 135. How did your boyfriend just solve the question you’ve been spending all day attempting, in under five minutes? You have no clue, but also have no time to think about that before Jungkook cockily says, “My reward is that you have to watch the latest horror show with me”

A wide grin spreads onto your boyfriend's face as you begin to whine in desperation. No way were you going to watch another horror movie after the last time Jungkook had to follow you everywhere you went because you were so scared to death from that stupid clown show he had made you watch, saying it was not scary at all. Jungkook was a big fat liar.

“Babe! Please I’ll do anything else please please ....” You continue to whine and tug at his shirt as he just ruffles your hair in an attempt to soothe you. Obviously that would not work when your mind was going crazy on thinking about the number of jumpscares you were going to face in this so called “enjoyable” show, as said by your boyfriend. “Come on! Trust me this is not as bad as ‘It’! Plus, you have a strong muscular boyfriend to protect you!” Jungkook tries to reason, as he clicks play on the video.

After a few minutes, you peak out from your boyfriend's chest, watching a little of the show here and there. It’s actually not so bad. You thought. Or so you thought. Because as the girl was walking through the abandoned house, a huge gnarly monster jumped out from a dark corner, causing your heart to drop, and a high-pitched scream to erupt from the depths of your throat. Upon seeing your reaction, Jungkook laughs quietly at his girlfriend, not thinking much about it. However, you buried your head in his chest, attempting to make yourself forget about the jumpscare.

You aren’t sure if it's the stress from college, or the fact that you barely got any sleep the previous night, or if you just were not prepared for this and got absolutely scared to your wits from the jumpscare, but without warning, you feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes, as you hide your face in Jungkook’s chest.

Your boyfriend doesn’t think much about it, only rubbing your back, offering some comfort before going back to watch the horrifying show. Not until he feels his t-shirt slowly getting wet, and feeling warm stains run through his shirt, causing some parts to stick to his skin. Immediately he pauses the show, and the silence fills the air, until he hears small sniffles and hiccups coming from you, slightly trembling in his grasp.

“Oh my goodness, baby, baby, are you okay?” Jungkook softly says with worry in his voice. “Baby I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry” He rambles out as he tries to search for your face. However, you begin to realise that breathing has now become a struggle for you as your breaths increase in speed and your mind fills up with anxiety and fear to the point you could not think straight. “Oh shit, oh shit baby nonono” you hear your boyfriend now frantically saying. “It’s okay, just breathe for me yeah? Shh it’s okay slow and steady breaths okay?” He says as his hand begins tracing circles into your back.

Your sobs slowly die down to sniffles and hiccups as you finally remove your face from your boyfriend’s chest. Jungkook holds your chin as he searches your face with worried eyes. He pecks your forehead, then your nose, and says, “Baby I’m so so sorry it was my mistake I shouldn’t have forced you if you were really uncomfortable I’m so sorry my baby” He rambles on and on. By now, you’re feeling much better and so you chuckle a bit at how caring and concerned your boyfriend was being.

“It’s okay koo, I’m fine now.” you say as you lean into Jungkooks face, connecting your lips and giving him a short kiss. Upon hearing your words, Jungkook sighs in relief and kisses your temple in apology. He switches the show on Netflix to the recent kdrama you two had been watching, 2521. You smile and whisper a “love you so much” in his ear as you snuggle closer to your boyfriend. Sensing that Jungkook still had some regret and sorrow for making you so worked up, you card your fingers through his hair, pecking his lips and staring lovingly into his eyes.

The two of you spent the rest of the night binge-watching the series and you did not feel scared at all with Jungkook holding you in his arms the whole time.

note: helloooo another one shot! i am soo bored so im uploading so much! i just write and post write and post HAHHAA but its so fun!

[f1-giuki]

casual by chapell roan, smut (u can add angst if u want it's a lil angsty), lestappen <3316

Hi darlinggggggg💖💖💖💖 Honestly yesterday I was listening to the rise and fall of a Midwest princess and it was so good, so this is very much spot on!!!! I have added also De Selby (part 1) by Hozier for the angst! I think they fit nicely together!

so here's you're lestappen drabble!!! hope you like it!!!!! 💖💖💖💖

casual - de selby (part 1) - prompt post

Max looks at Charles' sleeping figure and sighs with a sad smile. That's a moment he'll never relieve again. It's the fruit of forgetfulness and it won't come back ripe in his hands. It's already rotting under Max's remorse.

Max can look only when the whole world is asleep, surrounded by darkness, so that nobody will see the light of love in his eyes.

Max thinks not even God could bear such a life. He's the one who created Charles and put him on this Earth, maybe he's in the same position Max is, with a too-good fruit in his hands and the path to Hell carefully mapped out.

Charles' soft features are smoothed out by the bliss of sleep, and yet, so calm and pretty, they can't utter a word of help to Max's wild heart. He takes a glimpse at the pond, where the virgins wait for Spring to come, but his face is broken, reflected in thousands of shards. He can't see himself.

The point is that Max feels like he takes and takes and takes when he fucks Charles on the hood of his Ferrari, in his garage, his moans echoing red against his Red Bull trophies, but he's the one losing bits of himself among the sheets.

Max thinks Charles gets off when he slaps his face next to the second championship trophy on his bedside table. The empty one. The one Kelly left. Left for Charles is left unsaid, loudly in Max's brain.

Max feels like a monster shutting up Charles, pressing his face on the mattress or filling his mouth with his fingers. He's a monster because he wants so much, knowing that's the one thing he can never have or win.

But the words Charles whispered in his ear when he found out he was alone are branded like cattle marks on his brain. “Now that you're free, wanna have some real fun?”

Fast, passionate, bleeding fun. Everywhere, every time. On Max's couch, in Charles' car, in the bathroom of Charles' mother's apartment, while she cooked them lunch and waited for pasta to cook, on the phone with one of Charles' brothers. 

Max knows it's not casual, for him, when he sinks his nails in Charles's hips, marking and scratching like a rabid dog, marking his territory, praying to God that when Charles comes back home to his girlfriend she'll see him, leave Charles to him.

Max feels like a monster for wanting all the time, and hating Charles at the same time. He hates that “Baby, no attachment,” when Charles' dick is twitching down his throat, shooting his load in Max at the thought of having him at his disposal. Max hates loving power imbalances, knowing he wants but could never have that.

Max loves being so stupid to know about Charles' family, receiving worried calls from Arthur about his future and buying Lorenzo's favourite padel brands. Is it casual still when Joris challenges him to get the wag of the year trophy? 

Is it casual still, when Charles' clothes are in his washing machine and his housekeeper folds them in a neat pile in his dresser, where her things used to be?

Max knows it's not, although Charles is free and bright, he comes to him like darkness at sunset, beautiful and morbid as he takes his hand and places it on his throat.

They feel so entangled Max doesn't know where he starts and where Charles ends, where his paradise staircase became a slide to hell.

Max thinks he can hate, but then he sees that golden plane of skin under his pale fingers, he can't grab the brakes anymore and shall brace for impact.

He is cursed by love herself.

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c.11. No Mercy.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: First love / Late spring, Mitski

abstract: she called me passenger princess? you know what I'm not even gonna question it, I couldn't care less. here you have your chapter in which Jude gets all mean and I make the stupidest decision of my life, right. enjoy.

The next day, when the girls came to class she was already waiting for them, the barres ready for the lesson. She was wearing black, pink tights, black leotard, black skirt. She had a slick, tight bun. A proper one, high on her head. She waited for them to take place in the room and without saying a word, she stood between them. Silence was heavy around them. She didn't put music on. 'Let's begin', she said, and began her warmup. The girls followed in silence. Their breaths were the only sound that filled the room. They wanted to play, let's play. After warming up and stretching, she took a look around. Their faces showed concern. Some didn't even raise their eyes from their feet. Gemma seemed calm, one hand on the barre, the other on her hip. 'Pliés'. It was a command. Still, no music. 'And one, two. Three, four. Grand plié. Seven, up.' She was snapping her fingers with the rhythm of a music only she was hearing. 'One, two. Tummy, in.' She was walking in between them like a shark waiting to attack a baby seal. 'Five, six, shoulders down', a killer whale, that's what she was. She made them do the whole barre routine without music. They didn't make a sound, they didn't have time to talk and chat since she didn't have to change the music. They could only look at her and listen.

When she did put music on, for some diagonal routines, she made sure the volume was extremely high. She had them turning, piqués and soutenus. 'One at a time. I wanna see you', she requested. 'And one! And two! And three!' She had to scream to get over the music level, she was clapping her hands with the music while the girls turned in front of her. Some struggled to keep up. 'Other side, quick!' No mercy. She stopped when they were panting enough. 'Sit.' She demanded. She sat down with them in a circle. 'I'm disappointed in you. I'm disgusted by your behaviour. Who did what you did to Gemma yesterday?' They stayed silent, obviously. 'If you don't tell me, every single ballet lesson will be like this one, for the rest of the year. One word, you're out. If you fail your turns like that, you're out. Triple pirouettes minimum, if you fail I take you out the choreography. Point shoes only. Would you like that?' She asked. They were ashamed, clearly. But was it enough? 'I'm gonna ask again. Who did it?'.

They ended up telling her, and she could already spot some of them looking fidgety and glancing around at each other. It was a group of 5 out of 14. 'What you did is terribly cruel. You were cruel, you were stupid and childish. You're nearly 15 still doing this shit girls?' She kept her voice low. 'Do you know what could have happened? She could have been taken by a stranger, do you know how many times that happens in America? Every day. Young girls like you.' She looked around again. 'I want this to stop, not only here but everywhere. You have a problem with one of the girls, you speak. You're jealous, you get up and work harder. You felt offended because of something they said, you tell them. Now, you tell them now. Tell Gemma what's up, talk to each other come on.' It took her five minutes to get them talking. Some stupid shit about Gemma taking someone's spot during the class, I don't even know. 'I will not tolerate anymore bullying. I will not tolerate anymore talking behind someone's back. You girls will not have an easy life, because you're women. You can't be doing this stuff to each other…' She offered them a tiny smile. 'In here, you work as a team, you train together, you dance together, you perform together. No one is special, no one has roles here, you're a whole. You have to protect each other, support each other, you have to be smart, communicate, use your brain.'

Some of them hugged her before they left. 'I don't want to be teaching like this anymore, girls, but I will if you make me.' One by one she ended up hugging each and every one of them. 'Never do it again, Kyla I'm serious. You really disappointed me'. She gave Gemma a little kiss on her forehead when she whispered a 'thank you'. When they left she took a breath and got back to work.

Gemma saw the same man who was in Alba's car when she got out of the school. He was getting inside the building, maybe to say hi to Alba. She smiled at him when she walked past 'I think that's Miss Alba's boyfriend', she giggled with Luna at her side. He smiled to himself, not really for the boyfriend assumption, which rather embarrassed him, but because he finally got her name. Alba. Alba… It suited her. He had never met anyone with that name. It felt rare, it felt unique, it felt like the name of a precious crystal. Did he really look like he could be Alba's boyfriend? She seemed like the girl to date the funny, popular, attractive guy in the group. Not really his description. He heard her speech to her students. He walked up the stairs cause he heard the music stop, then quickly got out to avoid the girls that ran to the changing rooms. But still, he heard the speech. Fuck me Jude, you're good. For a second even he felt intimidated. He noticed he was smirking under his mask, hearing her lecture the girls and even blackmail them a little bit. God, she was cruel. Who knew she could be that assertive. He had always suspected she had something dark inside her and it was finally showing. She had bossed him and his team around cause she was used to yell at little girls, she had practiced. When he walked back inside he peeked though the door which was left open. That was going to be the first time he ever saw her dance. He wasn't supposed to, and she will probably never know he had been watching her. He was never going to forget that moment. He was entering a temple, a secretive space, another universe in which time and space didn't matter. He would never in his life see something more beautiful. The image of her body, like she was casting a spell on him with her movements, would hunt him forever.

notes: poor thing he really thinks that's her real name hahahaha. this girl has 17 personalities.

notes: I AM BACK. I AM SO SO SO SORRY. life is so weird, life is messy. I try my best to be happy and to do things, I do too much sometimes that I forget I'm even human. The less I do the more I feel dead. sorry!! I study I work I talk to stupid boys I go out... anyways. haven't forgot about these two, MORE CHAPTERS IN THE NEXT FEW HOURS! I LOVE YOU.

mare.

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[dizzyjelly]

Everyone Makes Mistakes

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: ellie makes a mistake on patrol and is distraught, feeling inadequate. You reassure her and go with her when she visits Jesse who's hurt, but doing ok.

Cw: none really, pretty fluffy fic!

You lied flat on your stomach in bed, your elbows propped up as you busied yourself reading a book. There was a light breeze as you'd left your window open, because your room usually got pretty stuffy and hot. You didn't even notice Ellie at your door, the reason being she was completely silent.

However, as she tried to walk in quietly, she'd managed to knock over one of the plants on your dresser. The pot shattered on the floor, dirt going everywhere. She let out a small gasp and took a step back. You let out a scared yelp as you turned around, coming to sit at the edge of the bed. You'd gotten startled, but then furrowed your brows as you noticed Ellies state.

"Fuck" She cursed, "Sorry, I'm so sorry." She rushed out apologies as she got down to begin cleaning the mess she made.

"'S fine, that one was dying anyways." You tried to reassure her, but worry settled in your chest as you noticed the tears brimming her eyes when she stood.

"Hey, what's going on Els? C'mere." You asked softly, holding your arms out for her.

She wouldn't give in to your touch though, just standing closer to you as she hugged herself. She let out a shaky sigh and wiped the tears that began to fall down her face.

"I- I messed up." She finally managed to get out, aggresive sobs causing her body to shake now.

"Alright, well that's ok. Everyone makes mistakes. You wanna tell me what happened?" You'd ask, standing to wrap your arms around her.

But she wouldn't let you, stepping back instead and dropping her head down into her hands. You sighed, feeling like you could cry yourself just seeing her so hurt.

"I-I was on patrol with Jesse and-" She stopped as her sobs were taking over and she couldn't speak, but eventually she found her voice, "I didn't see them! It just- it happened so f-fast and now..."

The crease between your brows became more defined, you crossed your arms across your chest for some kind of comfort.

"Now what? What is it babe? You can tell me." You urged her to continue.

"H-hes in medical now. He's hurt, bad. And it's all my fault! God I'm so stupid." She let out a frustrated groan as her hands settled in her hair now, her hot tears continued to fall.

"Babe, you know that's not true. I'm sure you did all you could." You place a hand on her shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.

"Oh, please! I did jack-shit, and now he's seriously hurt! I'm never going out again, am I do is fuck things up!" She yelled now, at you because there was no one else for her to take out her anger on.

"Ellie, I know you're upset, but there's no reason to yell at me. And don't say that, you've done countless amazing things out on patrol, why should one fuck up undo all of that?" You tried to reason with her.

"I don't know, maybe because it's like the worst fuck up. Ever." She shook her head and shrugged.

"Els, honey, you're being too hard on yourself" She sighed, glancing at you as more tears fell, "Please just let me hold you." You asked kindly, and finally she caved.

Your heart ached as you felt her body shake against you, harsh sobs racking her entire body. Your arms wrapped around her loving, her own pressed against her chest tightly. As you always did to comfort her, you rubbed your hands around her back, scratching your nails against it lightly just how you knew she liked it.

"I d-dint mean to. I really didnt." She cried.

"Shh, shh, baby I know. I promise you, everything's going to be ok. I got you." You reassured her, and she felt some of the weight fall from her shoulders.

"I-I know but-" her breathing started to speed up again.

"Hey, just breathe. You gotta calm down baby." You took slow deep breaths, hoping she'd mimic you and do the same.

She did, thankfully, her breathing slowly regulating as she calmed under your touch. You felt her let out a heavy sigh before she pulled away from you slightly, you kept your hands on her waist.

"I wanna go see if he's ok, but what if he's mad at me?" She spoke worriedly.

"Baby, I doubt he's mad. I'm sure he knows you tried your best and even if he is a bit upset you can always apologize and I'm sure things will smooth over." You reassured the worried girl, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a smile.

"Would you go with me?" She asked, biting her lip nervously.

"Yeah of course. You ready now?" She nodded and you held her hand as the two of you made your way to medical.

Once you arrived, it was quiet and mostly empty except for one nurse sat at the front desk who greeted you with a smile.

"Hi we came to see Jesse, I know it's kinds late but we were hoping you'd make an exception." You smiled.

"Sure girls, I trust you. Just sign in here and then head down that hallway and it's the first room on the left. He might be sleeping though." She informed as she showed you her clipboard, the two of you signed in then made your way to his room.

He wasn't asleep, and Ellie swallowed nervously when she saw him all bandaged up. He looked over at her, cracking a small smile.

"Hey." His voice was low and he groaned lightly.

"Hi" tears welled in her eyes once again as she removed her hand from yours and went to stand at his bedside, "Jesse I'm so sorry." She apologized as tears ran down her face.

"Hey, it's ok. Ellie, you saved my life. I might not be in the best shape, but I'm alive because of you. Thank you." She was pleasantly surprised at his words, also feeling a wave of relief wash over her as he wasn't angry in the slightest.

"See babe, I told you." You teased her and she rolled her eyes at you before turning back to face the hurt man.

"She make you come with, Y/n?" Jesse asked, addressing you now.

"Yup, she was scared you'd be mad at her." You answered him, crossing your arms smugly as you were right that he wouldn't be.

"Aw, Williams. I'm not mad, promise. And trust me, I'll be ok, I really will. It'll take some time, but I'll get better." He reassured her and she let out a small huff, taking note of how the two of you seemed to be teaming up on her.

"Ok well, rest up big guy. I'll come to visit you tomorrow and more this week I'm sure." Ellie held his hand, giving him a smile before walking back to you, showing she was ready to head home.

"C'mon." You smiled at her as you wrapped an arm around her waist, walking home with her head rested on your shoulder.

You got there and she broke down again, sitting down at the couch as she sobbed into her hands. A sigh fell from your lips as you went to sit beside her, rubbing a hand up and down her back.

"Baby, what's wrong? He's ok and he wasn't mad." You recalled to her, unsure of why she was still upset.

"I know. I know. I'm just still shaken up and I guess these are somewhat tears of happiness, relief." She explained, leaning into you and crying into your shoulder.

"Aw, that's ok. Shh." You wrapped your arms around her, laying down as you pulled her with you to lay on top of you.

Her breath hitched slightly as she rested her head on your chest, her arms wrapping around you as she sighed against you. Your own arms wrapped around her as well, rubbing her back soothingly. Eventually she'd fall asleep in your arms and you followed shortly after. As stressful as the day was, at least it ended calmly.

[rule0fwolves]

100 rp sentence starters/dialogue prompts straight out of fanfictions I've written.

{feel free to change pronouns and wording as you need or see fit!}

ALSO DONT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HOW RANDOM OR CHEESY THESE ARE I DONT WANNA HEAR IT

also also, a few of them are from WIPS that I have yet to unleash onto this hellsite or the other lame ones.

“Don’t play dumb. You knew how they felt. You were just stringing them on, right? You weren’t serious.”

“Woah, what’s up with you? You look pissed.”

“You did the right thing.”

“Worst of all, I miss you; the only one who deserves to be missed. You’re the only one who’s actually good for me.”

“You’re acting really distant for no reason. Well, maybe there is a reason, but how the hell would I know that if you don’t tell me?”

“I like you. More than a friend. I’m sorry I had to tell you like this.”

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

“You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But no amount of whining will make me tell you.”

“I better be the only man in your life. You’ll never find anyone as great as me, I promise.”

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll always be my number one”

“It’s gotten dark. Here, let me walk you home.”

“Duh? I, A, have found a movie that I think you, B, would like so I, A, am asking you, B, to see a movie with me.”

“Omg yes! I can’t wait to actually meet you! I want to go everywhere with you.”

“You can think about work later, okay? Let’s run away.”

“You remember our secret paradise, don’t you?”

“You need to take better care of yourself, bub. Whenever you need me, I’m here. I’ll help you.”

“Yeah. I remember you crying like a big baby when ___ called you average.”

“I am manifesting that ___ doesn’t actually like me and is actually confessing something else.”

“I’m gonna need at least 3 years before I can come back from that shit.”

“What kind of damage have you done you dumbass!!”

“SHE DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING I SWEAR ON MY MAMA”

“THIS WOULDN’T BE A PROBLEM IF YOU WEREN’T A PUSSY AND YOU JUST CONFESS ALREADY!!”

“___ told me to say “mind ur business <3””

“Sorry, my lips are (forcibly) sealed.”

“Count your days, ___. Sleep with one eye open from now on.”

“You are so jealous it is so funny”

“I’M TELLING ___ YOU WANNA HAVE AN AFFAIR”

“I’m happy for you! I know you were pretty upset, so I’m glad things worked out.”

“Sorry about that. I panicked. Thanks for helping me out.”

"I don't really feel like working on the project today."

"Let's just hang out. Tell me more about yourself. You haven't told me much."

"Oh my god I've thought about this so many times, you have no idea.”

“Hey, pretty. Do you have a pen?”

“You should stay home. Rest a little. I’ll have fun for you.”

“Awww, you’re so eager.”

“I don’t want to stay just friends…. I like you too much.”

“Just lean on me. I won’t let you go.”

“Live for me.”

“I forgot to bring some clothes with me last night, and I thought you wouldn’t mind if I wore something of yours…”

“We’re done, _____. I’ve seen enough. I knew this was happening but I chose to ignore it. I chose to have faith in you and this is how you repay me? I guess I made the wrong choice. Thanks for nothing, asshole.”

“Of course you would, anything for just a kiss,” 

“Go, go! I don’t want you to get in trouble for me.”

“Thanks. I don’t know what I’d do without you and your layers,”

“Well if it turns out you rejected me, then I wouldn’t have to see your stupid face again afterwards and I wouldn’t have to feel awkward about it.”

“Say it again! Say you like me!”

“I’ll kill her if you want me to. No one hurts my ____.” (joking)

“Says you, Mr. Five Foot Nine Inches!!” (can go for any height under 5’11” or 180cm)

“It’s dark out there and you never know what could happen.”

“Thanks for coming over. I feel a lot better.”

 “Don’t worry, sweetheart, it was just a joke.”

“____! Let me go! You smell, go shower!”

“It’s been a month already, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.”

“I couldn’t find an umbrella… And I didn’t know it would be raining that hard. It was only sprinkling when I left”

“Oh my god thank goodness it’s you. My friends ditched me.”

“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!”

“I like the way she looks at me. And I like how she always cares about me. And the way her eyebrows furrow together whenever she’s confused and the ways her eyes sparkle when she’s amazed by something. And of course I love her attention.”

“Don’t get rid of your feelings for me. Don’t forget me. Don’t like anyone else.”

“Hey, instead of sleeping on the couch, could you sleep with me? I’m sure it would be much more comfortable and better for your back.”

 “How’s it going my little emo buddy?”

“Not exactly stalking… Just… Watching. I don’t want you to get hurt. That guy is just a player. I can give you everything you need.”

“You really hate love, don’t you?”

“You’re such a great friend. What did I do to deserve you?”

“If you ever show your face near me or my friends spewing bullshit, I’ll make sure you can never walk again.” 

 “I won’t stop you. You’re not mine anymore.”

“I just think… I need some space. We should… Take a break.”

“I’m so sorry, ____. I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m just… I’m just so scared, (nickname).”

“(full name), I’m in love with you. And that scares the shit out of me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”

“I’ve liked you since day one, ____. You can hurt me all you want.”

“Let’s keep it that way. I don’t want you dating until you’re 30.”

“What are your intentions with ____?” 

“I’ll burn you alive if you even think about doing something to ____,”

“Everyone be nice to her or else you’ll be eating wood chips for breakfast, lunch, and dinner”

“Be more careful next time. Your friends would have my head if I let you get hurt,”

“Don’t you get lonely?”

“ You really look the opposite of okay.”

“You’re upset over a 97 percent?”

“ I’m just so disappointed in myself.”

“You can uh… Pay me back later if you really feel that bad about it.”

“You were glowing.”

“It’s what you’re thinking though, right? Why bother with the fake kindness, hm?”

“Do you want to watch a movie? I have Netflix.”

“I’ve only ever skated once and I was terrible at it.”

“Alright, we can take it slow. I won’t let go of you until you feel confident in yourself. Okay?”

“Where did you get that information?”

“I am going to murder that motherfucker.”

“Babe, come on. Your feelings are totally valid. He gave you mixed signals. Even if it was fake, you have a right to feel upset.”

“Who is ____ and why are you out for his blood?”

“I’m so sorry. I tried so hard to get over him, I did. I wanted to like you back, but I can’t. I’m still so helplessly in love with ____.”

“Please don’t force yourself to like me. You can’t help who you love.”

“Have a good nap. But before you do, there’s a… present.... in your room.”

“We need to talk. I’m serious this time. Please just listen.”

“I know the relationship was fake, but I swear to you, my feelings are not.”

“I am just about as in love with you as you are with me.”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before you.”

“Let’s start over. For real this time.”

“Your brother is terrifying.”

“He’s been hanging out with ___ too much, the stupid is rubbing off on him.”

“You… You want me to choose…?”

“I’m not the ordinary monster that lives in your closet or under your bed. I’m way fucking worse.”