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sceletaflores · 29 days ago

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well, all right i’m bad, but then you’re no prize either…

pair: joel miller x fem!reader

wc: 8.6k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, no ellie, general violence (only referenced), age gap (56/26), swearing, so many spacers lmao, not quite friends to lovers and not quite enemies to lovers but a weird other thing, kinda mean!joel for a good sec, dressing wounds, joel miller TUMMY, loss of virginity (reader is a virgin but she's not completely oblivious and weirdly infantile about it lmao), fingering (fem!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex whoops, size kink, belly bulging, pussy pronouns, porn with a tiny plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: well, i finally caved y’all. baby’s first tlou fic! this literally took me forever to write and even longer to post cause i was so terrified LMAO so please give me some grace if it’s shit and he’s ooc and timelines are a little fuzzy cause i barely know what i’m doing. thank you chickens love you mwah mwah mwah. kisses!

dividers by lovely @saradika-graphics!

joel found a lodge house…

You don’t know what you did to make Joel Miller hate you so much.

He's never outright said it, but you know it’s there—in every sharp glance, every clipped word, every deliberate avoidance.

Besides, his silence is worse than anything he could say. A quiet condemnation that settles in your chest like stone.

You tell yourself it doesn’t matter, that you don’t care what he thinks, but the truth is harder to swallow.

You do care—more than you want to admit. His approval, his respect, hell, even a sliver of kindness from him feels like an impossible prize you’ll never win.

And you hate yourself for wanting it. For needing it.

It's not just the weight of his disdain that eats at you, it's the not knowing why. God, do you wish you could ask him why.

What did you do to make him look at you like you’re some necessary evil he has to tolerate. Why does he hold some unspoken grudge that's manifested itself into something you couldn't dream of ever comprehending.

But the thought of confronting Joel feels like standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down into a void that might swallow you whole.

So instead, you do what you've always done. You keep your distance, try to match his indifference with your own, and tell yourself it’s better this way.

You were young when the outbreak hit, six years old.

You’re sure that’s part of it. That that’s how Joel sees you, as some bumbling, naive child who’s more of a hassle than anything else.

Another mouth to feed, another back to watch, baggage.

You've been with him for almost seven months now, traveling side by side when you may have well been miles apart. Trekking through abandoned cities, overgrown highways, and every godforsaken patch of wilderness in between.

In the beginning, you did everything you could to prove him wrong.

You pushed yourself past your limits, hunted, scavenged, fought, kept up. You did everything that needed to be done without hesitation.

All to show that you were more than what he made you out to be. It never seemed to matter much.

After you lost your parents in the early days of the outbreak, it was just you and your sister. She taught you everything you know, taught you how to survive.

It's because of her that you know how to shoot a rifle, how to skin a rabbit, how to start a fire with nothing but sticks and dried moss, how to snap bones and locate which vital arteries bleed out the quickest.

It's because of her that you've been able to hone some sick skill in the maiming of clickers.

A skill you never thought you'd need to use on her.

You were supposed to be safe in the QZ. You weren't supposed to be fifteen years old, aiming a gun at the one person you had left.

Your own flesh and blood wasn't supposed to be the very first in a long list of red tallies under your belt.

It’s been years and you’ve still never forgotten that day. December 19th, 2012, the date burned into your brain like someone took a branding iron to the tissue.

You can’t count the amount of times you’ve been ripped from your sleep drenched in a cold sweat with the tail end of a scream tearing at the skin of your throat.

The image of what was left of your sister, slumped on the ground lifeless as her blood painted the wall behind her flashing behind your closed eyelids. The sound of her last labored breath ringing in your ears louder than any shotgun blast.

You ran that same night, with the weight of her death on your shoulders.

Your entire world spinning out around you as you clawed through barbed wire fencing, not caring where you were going or what would happen to you—just needing to escape.

There was nothing left for you to do after that but survive. And that’s what you did, for years, scraping by in a world that had already chewed you up and spit you out a mangled mess.

You learned how to be ruthless because of it.

How to harden yourself against the loss, the pain, the brutality. But there were cracks, too. Cracks you hid well, buried deep beneath layers of stubbornness and distance.

The endless days blurred into each other. Empty houses, hollow streets. A life reduced to scavenging, hiding, and the occasional, fleeting moment of human connection that inevitably ended in loss.

And then you found yourself with Joel.

You hadn’t exactly found him, though. More like crashed into his orbit by accident.

A few desperate days spent scavenging through the ruins of a small town, a chance encounter that left you both wary and unwilling to turn your backs.

But, inexplicably, you somehow became part of his traveling routine.

He wasn’t like any of the others you’d met before. At first, you thought he might be different. A man who seemed broken, but different nonetheless.

As the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, you began to see the truth. Joel Miller wasn’t concerned with you. He didn’t need you. And, more than that, he didn’t want you around.

You didn’t know what to do with that.

It’s a bitter kind of irony. You’ve survived all this time completely on your own, fought tooth and nail to stay alive, but with him, you might just crumble.

Joel found a lodge house. It's a small, weathered place tucked away in the dense trees of the wood surrounding it.

He only deemed it suitable after an extensive perimeter check and a thorough sweep of the interior.

It's not much—just another run-down place in the middle of nowhere—but for the first time in what feels like forever, it’s a roof over your head for the night.

The walls are sturdy, though the windows are cracked and half of the floorboards creak like they're about to give out at any moment.

You explored the second floor alone, creeping through the desolate rooms and taking in all that was left behind.

Old family photographs covered in thick layers of dust, worn clothes riddled with holes still hung in the few closets you stumble across.

The oddest of all was an old jewelry box tucked away in a dresser draw, tarnished silver dull and muddy.

The sound of familiar footsteps comes from somewhere behind you. The door creaks open slowly.

Joel. Of course.

He clears his throat, the sound abrasive in the quiet of the house.

“Fire’s low,” he says, voice rough from its lack of use today.

You don’t turn around, not yet. You take the box in your gloved hand, running your fingers across the intricate design of the lid, touch trailing over winding vines and small roses.

“Okay,” you mutter, your voice coming out quieter than you intended. “I’ll grab some more wood later.”

Another beat of silence. Then, “It’s gettin’ cold out, I’ll go.”

Your fingers pause their ministrations, moving to flip the lid open. Empty.

“Suit yourself,” you reply after a moment, your tone just as neutral as his.

Joel doesn’t leave right away. You hear the floorboards groan beneath his weight, his presence lingering in the doorway.

You wonder what he’s waiting for, or if he’s waiting at all.

Finally, he speaks. “Don’t touch anything.”

With that he turns and leaves the room, you wait until you can’t hear his footsteps trailing down the stairs anymore to let out the scoff festering in your chest.

You snap the jewelry lid shut with a little more force than necessary. “Asshole.”

Joel's been gone for a while now. Longer than it takes to chop a few logs for firewood.

You came down from the upstairs a few minutes after hearing the tell-tale sound of the heavy door opening and closing. The main room is quiet, save for the soft crackle of the dwindling fire.

You're perched on an old armchair near the entrance, peering out the dirty window that has the best view of the treeline as you nervously pick the skin around your nails.

You tell yourself not to worry. He’s probably fine, he’s been doing this a lot longer than you. And if Joel is anything, it’s annoyingly competent.

Still, a nagging doubt itches at the back of your mind. It's been at least half an hour, maybe more.

You’re just about to grab your own pack and go looking for him when the front door creaks open.

Joel stumbles inside, the frigid evening air rushing in behind him before he slams the door shut. At first glance, he looks fine—no more haggard than usual.

But then you notice the way he favors his left side, the way his free hand is pressed against his ribs, blood seeping through his fingers and staining his torn undershirt.

You’re on your feet in an instant.

“Fuck,” you say, voice sharper than you expected. “What the hell happened?”

“Raiders.” Is the only explanation you get as he tries to brush past you like it’s nothing. The stiff way he moves and the tightens of his jaw betray him. “S’just a scratch.”

“Bullshit,” you snap, stepping in front of him and blocking his path to the fire. “Sit. Now.”

He gives you a look, one of those deep, withering glares you’ve seen him use to intimidate countless others into submission. But you stand your ground, chin raised and jaw set–defiant.

His stubbornness finally meeting its match in your own.

Finally, with a low growl of frustration, he drops onto the couch. “Happy now?”

"Not until you let me take care of that." You motion toward his side, where the blood is still spreading.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, lolling his head back to rest more heavily on the couch.

“Sure you are,” you snap, crossing the room to rifle through your bag. “And I’m the fucking Queen of England.”

"Said I’m fine," he bites through gritted teeth, but you’re already moving, heading back to him with the first aid kit from your pack.

"You want to bleed out on this ugly-ass couch? Be my guest," you shoot back, dropping to your knees in front of him. "Otherwise, shut up and let me help."

Joel surprisingly doesn’t argue any further, just sighs heavily and reluctantly sinks further into the couch cushions.

You push the front of his jacket open to slide it off his shoulders as gently as you can, peeling back the layer of his flannel next.

The smell of blood hits you immediately.

The gash is about five inches long, trailing the span of his ribcage. It’s deep—but not fatal—just an angry red and oozing blood.

Definitely not the simple 'scratch' he made it out to be.

Your stomach churns at the sight, but you push it down. No time for that.

“Jesus, Joel,” you mutter under your breath, reaching for the alcohol in your kit. “You really know how to underplay a situation, huh?”

He doesn’t respond, just watches you with those dark, calculating eyes of his. Always watching, always assessing.

It’s unnerving, but you focus on the task at hand, grabbing a clean cloth and soaking it with alcohol.

“This is gonna hurt,” you warn, though there’s a part of you that doesn’t mind the idea of causing him a little discomfort.

A petty, vindictive part that still stings from all the scorn he’s thrown your way.

“Just get it over with,” Joel grits out, his voice low and gravelly.

You don’t give him any more warnings as you wipe the soaked cloth over the wound. He flinches, a harsh curse slipping through clenched teeth, but he doesn’t pull away.

You work as quickly as you can, wiping away the blood and dirt with steady hands, your movements as gentle as possible given the situation.

You let out an annoyed huff when the torn fabric of his shirt gets in the way of your hands for a second time.

You lean back on your heels, glancing up at Joel. “You need to take your shirt off.”

Joel raises a brow at you, his lips pressing into a thin line. “That really necessary?”

“Yes, it’s necessary, Joel,” you huff, already losing patience. “Unless you want me to sit here and cut around every thread of this ratty thing while you bleed out, then by all means—”

He sighs heavily, cutting you off as he shifts forward and grabs the hem of his shirt. He tugs at the fabric, grunting in pain each time it strains his ribs.

You roll your eyes at how slow he’s moving, and your patience—already worn thin by the day's events—snaps.

“Jesus Christ, let me help,” you huff, reaching forward and grabbing the fabric.

Joel jerks back slightly, his hand shooting up to stop yours mid-motion. “I got it,” he growls, a sharp edge in his voice.

You glare at him, your hand still caught in his grip. His palm is calloused, his hold firm enough to make your pulse jump unexpectedly.

For a moment, the two of you just sit there, locked in a silent standoff.

Then he releases your hand and pulls the shirt over his head himself, wincing as the movement pulls at his side.

You wait with your arms crossed, trying to ignore the awkward flutter of nerves in your stomach as the fabric peels away to reveal his chest.

Joel’s broad, solid frame isn’t new to you. You’ve seen him shirtless before—brief glimpses when bathing in rivers or changing in run down houses between stops.

But this time feels different, more intimate somehow.

You’re staring, and you know it.

The firelight cast shadows over his skin, illuminating old scars, faint lines of muscle, the barely there jut of his stomach over the hem of his jeans.

You had been getting more game kills recently, two hunters are always better than one.

Joel clears his throat, dragging your focus back to the present. “You gonna gawk all night, or can we move this along?”

You snap out of it, scowling to cover your embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

You finish cleaning the gash and grab the small needle and thread lying next to you.

“This’ll hurt worse than the alcohol,” you say, threading the needle easily.

Joel snorts, a rare sound. “Figures.”

The needle pierces his skin, and this time, you catch the smallest hitch in his breath. He doesn’t make a sound, but his jaw tightens, the veins in his neck standing out like cords.

His hands grip the edge of the couch hard enough that his knuckles turn white with it, but he doesn’t tell you to stop or slow down.

He’s too damn proud for that.

You shift closer, your knee brushing against his leg as you position yourself to work from a better angle. You feel his eyes on you, that intense, scrutinizing stare that makes your skin prickle.

“You’ve done this before,” Joel says after a moment, his tone less sharp than before. It’s not quite a question, more of an observation.

You shrug, keeping your hands steady. “Of course I have.”

“Who taught you?”

The question catches you off guard, Joel’s never shown much interest in what your life was before you met him. You glance up briefly, catching his gaze. There’s no malice there, no judgment—just curiosity.

You swallow hard, dragging your eyes back to stitches, half way done now. “My sister.”

You don’t elaborate and Joel doesn’t push.

Maybe it’s the sudden tightness in your tone or the look you know must be clouding your face that keeps him quiet.

You finish off the stitching, tearing the thin strand of thread with your hands before you’re leaning away again.

“Good as new,” you say, dabbing some more alcohol on your own hands to disinfect. “Try not to tear these open anytime soon.”

Joel leans back, strong arms spread across the back of the couch, his face unreadable as he peers down at the fresh stitching on his side.

“Could’ve done it myself,” he mutters, but the edge in his voice is gone, replaced with something softer, almost resigned.

You roll your eyes with a scoff, not even trying to hide your irritation as you rise from the floor. “Sure you could’ve, right before you passed out. You’re welcome by the way.”

You gather your supplies and turn to head back to your bag, but Joel’s voice stops you in your tracks.

“You’re always like this, y’know,” he says, and the words carry that same gravelly drawl, but there’s something new there—something heavier.

You pause, your hands tightening around the kit in your grasp. “Like what?”

“Pushy. Stubborn,” he replies, his tone cutting, though it lacks the usual venom. “Like you’ve got somethin’ to prove all the damn time.”

You whip around, your patience officially gone. “You think I’m stubborn?” you shoot back, your voice rising. “Coming from the guy who would rather bleed out on a fucking couch than admit he needs help?”

Joel’s jaw tightens, and his hands flex against the couch cushions, but you don’t stop. Not now. Not after months of this.

“I’ve been busting my ass since day one to prove that I’m not dead weight to you. I’ve fought for us, for you. And for what? Just to get more of your bullshit attitude?”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about,” Joel snaps, pushing himself upright despite the obvious strain it puts on his freshly stitched wound. “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me.”

“Because you won’t let me!” you fire back, stepping closer, your voice rising. “All you do is look at me like I’m some burden you can’t wait to get rid of.”

Joel’s glare sharpens, his lips parting as if to respond, but you cut him off.

You really can’t stop yourself now that you started, all the anger and frustration reaching a fever pitch hot enough to burst the tight lid you’ve kept on your emotions.

“If I’m such a hassle, why didn’t you just leave me back there, huh? Why didn’t you just walk away like I know you wanted to?”

Joel’s breathing is heavier now, his broad chest rising and falling as his dark eyes bore into yours.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Then, he stands, and the sheer size of him forces you to tilt your chin up slightly to keep your glare fixed on his face.

“You think I wanted this, kid?” he growls, his voice low and strained, like he’s barely holding himself together. “You think I wanted to be responsible for someone else? To have someone else’s fuckin’ life on me?”

“Don’t call me kid,” you spit, shoving a finger into his chest, ignoring the way his jaw ticks at the contact. “I’m not a fucking kid.”

He scoffs, casting his eyes to the ceiling disbelievingly. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Fuck you, Joel,” you growl, fists clenching at your side. “If you hate me that much, why the hell are you still here? Why didn’t you tell me to fuck off the second you met me?”

“Because I couldn’t!” Joel snaps, booming voice filling the small space.

The confession slips out like it pains him. His fists clench at his sides, and for a moment, he looks like he might break something.

You’ve never been scared of Joel, even though you’ve seen first hand just how scary he can be.

Now, as he looms in front of you, eyes blazing and jaw working furiously beneath his skin, it’s the closest to scared you’ve felt.

“I’ve seen you out there,” he continues, tone low and dark. “You’ve got a fuckin’ death wish. You’re too damn stubborn to just stop, and I’m not gonna let you go so you can run off and get yourself fuckin’ killed.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, his words hitting far too close to home.

“I’m just trying to survive, Joel,” you snap, your voice shaking. “That’s what we do, isn’t it? Survive.”

“Survive,” Joel repeats bitterly, his gaze burning into yours. “That what you call it? Throwin’ yourself into every goddamn fight, gettin’ stabbed and shot right fuckin’ in front of me and expecting me to brush that shit off?”

You let out a humorless laugh, nodding your head exasperatedly. “Yes, yes I do expect you to just brush it off, because that’s what you always do.”

“Well I can’t,” he grates out, taking a step closer. “I can’t ‘cause despite whatever it is that you may think about me, I don’t hate you. I care about you too damn much and that's my goddamn problem.”

That shuts you up, your mouth snapping closed with a sharp click of your teeth as you stare at him, shocked.

Joel holds your gaze, lips pressed into a thin line. “That what you wanted to hear?”

It’s in that moment that the fire finally fizzles out, the dull hiss of it the only sound left in the room.

You’re quiet for a beat, stunned into silence. The heat of his anger, his frustration, it radiates off him, and you realize suddenly that this isn’t just about you.

It never was.

“Then show me,” you challenge softly, your heart pounding in your chest. “Show me that you don’t hate me.”

Joel’s eyes darken, his head cocking to the side as he searches your face for a sign. You don’t say anything, you only square your shoulders and raise your chin, your eyes just as hard as his own.

“I want you to prove it.”

The tension snaps like a rubber band stretched too far.

You shouldn’t—this shouldn’t—happen. Not like this. Not after everything that’s been said.

But when Joel’s lips crash against yours, hot and desperate and urgent, it makes everything blur into nothing.

It’s not gentle, not soft—this is anger and longing and frustration all wrapped into one. It’s messy, frantic, like a fight that’s been brewing for too long.

He grips your arm, pulling you closer, almost too roughly, but it feels like it’s everything you’ve both been avoiding.

His other hand moves to cup the back of your neck, grounding you as his lips press harder against yours, like he’s trying to pour everything he can’t say into this single moment.

You respond just as fiercely, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you kiss him back with all the pent-up emotion that’s been simmering beneath the surface.

The coarse hair of his beard scrapes against the skin of your chin deliciously, the scent of blood and firewood filling your senses as his arm wraps around your waist, dragging you impossibly closer.

Close enough that you can feel the wild beat of his heart booming against your chest.

You pull away for a second, breathless, both of you looking at each other, your eyes wide and pupils blown.

“Goddamn it,” Joel mutters, his voice thick with frustration and something else you can’t place. He presses his forehead to yours, the deep brown of his eyes dark than before. “What the hell are we doing?”

You don’t have an answer. You’re not sure if you even want one.

You reach for him again, arms looping around his neck to drag his mouth back to yours.

This kiss is nothing like the first, it isn’t a clash of frustration–it’s filthier, rawer. A near feral thing, all teeth and tongue, a surge of hunger and need that borders on violence.

Joel groans into your mouth, a low, guttural sound that sends a shiver racing down your spine. His teeth catch your bottom lip, pulling just hard enough to make you gasp.

He takes advantage of the sound, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to slide against yours with wet, messy desperation, like he’s trying to claim every inch of you.

The taste of him—salt and iron and something distinctly Joel—makes your head spin.

Your fingers knot into the chocolaty curls at the nape of his neck, surprisingly soft to the touch. His own hands roam the soft curves of your body, rough and insistent, like he can’t decide where he wants to touch you most.

“Joel—” His name spills from your lips like a plea, and he answers with a deep, guttural noise that sends heat pooling low in your belly. His tongue follows the path of his teeth, soothing the bites with lazy, deliberate strokes that make your knees weak.

You’re moving before you even realize it. Joel dragging you across the room and down onto the couch with him, using the strength he’s built up after all these years to manhandle you until your thighs are spread wide on either side of his lap.

“Joel,” you gasp again, rearing back enough to break the kiss. “Your stitches–”

He cuts you off with a sharp nip to the sensitive spot behind your ear, tearing a high whine from your throat. “Can hardly feel ‘em.”

You make a displeased sound, but it’s undermined by the way you tilt your head to give his wandering lips more room. His hands find a home on your hips, one slipping beneath your shirt to press against the soft skin of your stomach.

His fingers splay wide across your skin, his palm callused and rough. His pinky just barely brushes the underside of your breast, and you’re suddenly rearing back.

“Wait,” you say, your voice barely a whisper.

Joel’s hands immediately loosen their grip on your hips, his brows knitting together in concern. “You okay?”

You nod quickly, your heart pounding in your chest. “I just...I need to tell you something.”

His jaw tightens slightly, but he stays quiet, waiting for you to speak.

You take a beat, chewing at the skin of your bottom lip nervously.

“I’ve never...” You pause, swallowing hard as your cheeks heat up. “I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve never been with anyone like this.”

Joel pulls back slightly, his expression unreadable as he processes your words. For a moment, you think he might pull away completely, but then he exhales a long, slow breath.

“Christ,” he mutters, scrubbing a hand down his face. “You’re tellin’ me this now?”

“I didn’t exactly plan for this to happen,” you snap back, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “It’s not like I had the luxury of a high school sweetheart to pop my cherry out here.”

Joel’s gaze softens at your tone, and he reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. “Hey, hey, I didn’t mean it like that.”

You glance away, suddenly feeling self-conscious under the weight of his stare. “I just...I wanted you to know. But I want this, Joel. I want you.”

His thumb stills against your cheek, and he swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing as he considers your words.

“I don’t...” He pauses, the most hesitant you’ve ever heard him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

It’s the most vulnerable he’s been around you, round eyes shining with something so raw and so earnest it makes your heart ache in your chest.

“You won’t,” you insist, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach. “I trust you.”

Joel’s jaw clenches, and for a moment, he looks like he’s going to argue. But then he nods, his shoulders relaxing as he cups the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your foreheads touch again.

“At least let me do this right,” he murmurs, his voice so soft you almost don’t hear it. “Not here. Not on some goddamn couch.”

You blink up at him, surprised by the tenderness in his tone. “What?”

“Upstairs,” he says, his thumb tracing lazy circles against the side of your neck. “There’s a bed up there. It ain’t much, but it’s better than this.”

You can’t do anything but nod, your pulse racing beneath your skin fast enough to combat the cold night air seeping through the walls.

“Okay,” you say softly, voice barely above a whisper. “Upstairs.”

Joel stands, gently pulling you to feet and taking your hand in his. He leads you upstairs, each step feeling heavier with anticipation. The small bedroom is dimly lit, the faint glow of moonlight filtering through a broken blind.

The bed isn’t much—an old mattress on a worn frame, covered with a patched-up blanket—but it doesn’t matter.

Joel shuts the door behind you, the sound of the latch clicking into place sending a shiver down your spine.

“Last chance,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “You say the word, and we stop. No questions asked.”

Your throat tightens at the sincerity in his tone, the way he’s giving you an out even though you can see the strain in every line of his body, the way his hands flex at his sides like he wants nothing more than to reach out and touch you.

But you don’t hesitate.

You step closer, placing your hands on his bare chest. You bite back a smile at the goosebumps that break out all along his skin at your touch.

“Jesus, Miller,” you mumble teasingly, nails lightly scratching through the salt and pepper hair scattered along his chest. “How long are you gonna drag this out before you get it through your thick skull that I want to fuck you?”

"Christ." Joel huffs, shaking his head as the corners of his lips turn up in a small grin. “Like I fuckin’ said,” he starts, big hands kneading the meat of your hips. “Pushy.”

Joel walks you backward until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you fall onto it with a soft gasp.

He follows you immediately, crawling over you, his body covering yours, his weight a comforting pressure. “I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. “I’ll make it good for you, I swear.”

His fingers are everywhere, unbuttoning your shirt with a practiced ease that has your pulse racing. His lips follow the path of his hands, each touch a branding mark, each kiss leaving you wanting more.

“Pretty girl,” he mutters softly, pressing a kiss right between the valley of your breasts.

You feel his cock stirring against your stomach, and it makes the ache between your legs flare to life, the weight of it, the hardness of it, driving you crazy with need.

You want him so badly you can barely think straight, but when his lips graze over your collarbone, you can’t stop the quiet whine that escapes your throat.

Joel growls in response, a sound that resonates deep in his chest, and you know then that he’s as far gone as you are. His hands slide down to the waistband of your pants, tugging them down your legs with urgency.

As your skin is exposed to the cool air, you can feel the heat of his gaze on you, like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

“You’re fuckin' perfect,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire.

Joel's hands find your thighs, parting them with a deliberate slowness that makes your breath catch in your throat. He positions himself between your legs, his body weight pressing you into the mattress, his chest rising and falling with the same frantic rhythm as yours.

The anticipation is almost unbearable as his fingers trace the line of your panties, the fabric damp with want.

“Jesus, she’s drippin’ for me already,” he mutters, voice rough, as he slides the material to the side, his thumb brushing over the sensitive swell of your clit.

Your body jerks at the contact, a desperate sound escaping your lips, but Joel doesn’t relent.

“You touch yourself down here, baby?” he asks, working tortuously slow circles over your clit.

"Please," you beg, your hands grasping at the sheets, pulling at them as if they can anchor you to the moment.

He looks up at you, his gaze dark and filled with an intensity that makes your stomach tighten. “Asked you a question, honey.”

You whine, high and loud in your throat as your thighs clench desperately around his wrist. “Yes, I touch myself.”

Joel’s lips curl into a satisfied grin, sliding his thick index finger through the messy wetness to slip inside your clenching hole, making you gasp. Your hands grasp at the sheets, pulling at them as if they can anchor you to the moment.

“Good girl,” he breathes, eyes darkening at the broken moan that bursts from your lips. “When’s the last time you touched yourself?”

Your brain feels hazy as you search for the answer, pleasure clouding your mind slow and sweet as molasses. “A–a few nights ago.”

Joel hums idly, slipping a second finger alongside the first. The stretch has you whining, his fingers a lot more to take than your own.

Your hands come up to claw at his shoulders, relishing in the way his broad muscle ripples and shifts beneath your greedy palms.

“Joel,” you whine, hips canting down against his hand impatiently.

He just shushes you softly, free hand brushing soothing circles along the skin of your inner thigh. “I know, honey,” he mutters, the pace fingers speeding up. “But I gotta get her nice and ready if you wanna take my cock.”

The gush of your pussy around his fingers is loud in the stillness of the room, a filthy wet noise that burns your ears each time he plunges them into your aching hole.

“I am ready.” Your breath hitches as your body begins to tremble beneath him. “Please, Joel—fuck—please, I need—”

“Need what?” His voice is thick with dark amusement, but there's a hunger in his eyes that has your stomach twisting. “Tell me, baby. What do you need?”

“I need you,” you rasp, your nails digging little crescent moons into his skin, your body pleading for release. “I need you inside me.”

Your hands grab at his hair, pulling him back up to meet your lips in a feverish kiss.

The pressure of his body on yours, the way his hard cock grinds against your trembling thigh, drives you to the brink of madness.

Your hands trail down his chest, past the waistband of his jeans, finally reaching the bulge straining against the fabric.

Joel groans when you rub him through his pants, feeling his cock twitch in response. He pulls back, breathing heavily, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Yeah?” he asks, his voice thick with lust. “You want my cock in this pretty pussy? Want me to show you how good it feels to be fucked?”

“God, yes,” you answer, desperation lacing your tone as your hand moves to unbuckle his jeans. “Want it so bad.”

He lets you push his pants down just enough to free his cock, and you gasp, your eyes drawn to the way his length stands, thick and hard, just waiting for you. The tip flushed an angry red, drooling pre-come onto the scratchy sheets.

Joel pulls his fingers from you, using his hands spreading your legs wider, positioning himself between them with such careful precision that you can barely stand it.

The head of his cock drags through the mess between your legs, slipping all the way down till it catches on your soaked entrance.

Joel pauses, looking down at you, waiting for your signal, but the only answer you give is a pleading whimper, your hands pulling at his shoulders, urging him to move.

His mouth captures yours once again as he slowly slides into you, the stretch of his cock filling you steadily, making you gasp into his mouth.

The slow burn of him carving a place for himself inside of you is almost too much, your body trembling as you adjust to the feeling of him.

“Fuck, baby,” Joel mutters against your lips. “You’re so tight, so fuckin’ perfect for me.”

As he sinks deeper into you, his thick cock finally buried to the hilt inside of you, the feeling is overwhelming. You gasp, nails digging into his back as the pain slowly shifts into pleasure.

Joel groans into your mouth, his hands moving to your hips, guiding you as he rocks gently against you.

The rhythm is slow at first, deliberate, as if he's savoring every inch of you. Your body quivers beneath him, every inch of your skin tingling with sensation. You clutch at him, your legs tightening around his waist, needing more, wanting more.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Take it, baby."

You screw your eyes shut tightly, trying to steady yourself as he thrusts deeper, harder. The angle shifts just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

Every stroke feels like it’s hitting the deepest part of you, sparking heat in places you never knew could burn so hot.

"Fuck," you gasp, the sensation too overwhelming, too much in the best way. "Joel... please..."

"Please what, sweetheart?" He pulls back slightly, teasing you with a slow roll of his hips before driving back in with a grunt.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, urging him to move faster, harder. "Don’t stop," you breathe, your voice trembling. "I need you to fuck me, Joel. Faster. Harder. Please."

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Joel finally picks up the pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.

Your back arches off the bed, chest pressing flush to his as your body coils tighter and tighter, already so close to the edge.

Joel reaches up to take your wrist in his, dragging your hand down to press flat against your lower stomach.

“Feel that?” he asks breathlessly, the speed of his hips knocking the dingy bed frame into the wall with every thrust. “You feel how deep I am?”

His own hand blankets yours, pushing down so you can feel the way his cock punches up against your palm on the next thrust.

Your pussy clenches desperately around him at the feeling, your slick lips dropping open on a loud moan.

You can barely hold on. The heat in your stomach tightens, coiling painfully as your free hand scrambles to find purchase on his skin. "I can't—I'm gonna—"

He grits his teeth, his jaw clenched as he drives deeper, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me, baby," he growls, his voice dark and commanding. "Let me feel it."

With a strangled cry, you finally release, your body clenching around him, every nerve igniting in a white-hot explosion of pleasure.

You’re lost in it, your world spinning, your senses overwhelmed by the sensation of Joel’s body pounding into yours, the way his cock brushes against that sweet spot behind your clit enough to make sparks go off behind your eyelids.

Joel pulls out of your velvety warmth, hand coming up to fist his dripping length until he’s bowing over you tightly and coming with a deep groan of your name.

His release paints your stomach with milky strands of white, rope after rope of warm come claiming you in a way no one has before.

He finally collapses against you with one last shuddering breath, both of you breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling together in the quiet aftermath.

For a few moments, neither of you speaks, the only sounds are the soft creak of the bed and the quiet hum of your racing hearts.

Joel rests his head against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin, and you can feel the tension begin to slip away, the weight of everything that’s happened between you both settling into something new—something different, but still there.

Your hand slips down the sweaty expanse of your stomach, your fingers swiping through the sticky mess of his release curiously.

“Christ, quit that,” Joel groans, tearing his eyes away from the sight to press his forehead against your shoulder.

“Why?” you hum, brow raised in amusement as you drop your hand back to the mattress. “Can you even get it up again?”

Joel pinches your side hard enough to make you squeal, your body flinching away from him as a surprised laugh bubbles from your chest.

“Watch it,” he warns, though there’s no bite to his tone. You only laugh in response.

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, wrapped in each other as crickets chirp from outside the window.

Then Joel clears his throat, fingers idly tracing different shapes on the skin of your hip as he gathers the courage to speak.

A circle, a square, a diamond, a circle, a heart, a heart, a heart.

“I’m…” he starts, trailing off softly. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a real fuckin’ prick, and you didn’t deserve it. You never did.”

You turn your own gaze to his chest, hand coming up so you can trail your fingers along the jagged scar decorating his shoulder. Your touch featherlight over the rough patch of skin.

All the anger seeps from your body, a heavy weight gone until you feel so light you could float off the mattress and into the cold night air.

“It’s okay,” you whisper softly, so soft you think it gets lost in the quiet darkness of the room. “I understand now.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you both just lay there, tangled in each other, not worrying about the world outside, about the chaos that waits.

Just you, him, and the soft glow of moonlight.

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amyispxnk · 8 months ago

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Grease and sweat

Summary - Another day, another venture out of the walls of the Boston QZ with Joel Miller. AKA, another day spent fantasizing about the burly man whom you spend most of your time with these days. When the two of you have to hole up for the night, things get a little heated, and you finally snap.

A/N: i started this oneshot like 6 months ago and finally found some random motivation today to finish it. and im not gonna spoil anything but like.. why has noone talked about this in a fic before? im literally salivating when he does this during the game and like.. yeah. idk. you’ll see.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT!! (oral f!receiving, unprotected PiV sex - don’t do this, especially during an apocalypse!, mentions of masturbation, lewd thoughts), language, age gap (roughly 15 years), firearms, pet names, fluff, aftercare

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

“The fuck’re you lookin’ at, kid?” Joel practically spat, having noticed the way you were eyeing him whilst he worked.

You scoffed, walking up to the workbench he was currently using. Kid. You weren’t a kid. Sure, you were almost 15 years younger than him, but you certainly weren’t a kid.

“I’m 34, Joel. Not a kid.” You argued, leaning on the wall and watching him work.

He just grunted in response before resuming what he was doing before, starting with cleaning his pistol.

His fingers danced along the metal, digging into certain bits with the old rag he used to get any grime out, before he used the screwdriver to make a few adjustments to the handgun.

You never really understood how to do all the fancy things he did with his weapons, and you probably should considering how intently you watched him whenever the pair of you came across one of these old benches - but you couldn’t focus on the guns which were in his hands. His big, strong, rough hands. You’d trade places with those guns just to feel his hands on you like that. He took so much care of the damn things too, like they were the most precious things in his life. Always cleaning and repairing them like this, practically never letting you touch them.. What did those guns have that you didn’t? You thought to yourself as you watched him, gaze drifting to his fingers in particular. The ones you’d dreamt about far too many times, the ones you’d imagined inside of yourself rather than your own when you touched yourself. It was the way they moved, how thick they were, and how the veins in his hands and muscles flexed when he gripped his bow, and the way his arms would shine with his sweat as he worked. You’d lick the sweat off his body if he asked you to. Depraved as it sounds.

Not that you’d ever admit it.

Your absolutely maddening desire for and sickening crush on the man whom you knew close to nothing about. Just his name and a few things he revealed to you when the night was particularly long or the whisky he was having took a toll on his judgement, loosening him up for once. You knew where he was from, what his job was before, and you knew that he was basically just a grumpy old asshole who was only good for beating up guys when you went on supply runs.

He had never been overly kind to you, not that you needed it, had never asked you any questions, didn’t make small talk, and was a ruthless murderer.

You loved every single thing about him.

And you wanted to show him. You wanted him to love you back, no matter how he’d love you. You wouldn’t mind if he was a cold lover, a mean one - hell, he almost definitely was - you’d take him any way you could get him.

You looked back at his hands once more, subconsciously pulling your bottom lip between your teeth when he had to use his ring and middle fingers to clean out part of another gun, your thighs clenching together as you felt the all-too-familiar wetness start to form between them and making you groan when you realised you’d probably have to rub one out when you got back later. It was honestly annoying the amount of times you came by your own hand, his name on your lips, because you knew how much better it would feel if it was his thick fingers pushing into you, his big hands palming your breasts, his strong arms holding you down as he made you come over and over…

“Let’s get goin’.” He says suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts as he tucks his gun away and slings his backpack on.

You push yourself off of the wall and follow him quickly, trying not to look flustered although you very much felt it.

He came to an abrupt stop when you reached your normal exit from this little pitstop en route to the guys who gave you weapons, and you almost walked face-first into his back.

“Joel? Wha-” you began, but he cut you off.

“This shouldn’t be closed.” He murmurs, like he’s talking to himself, not allowing you any time to respond before he’s going over to pull the chain which should open the garage door.

It doesn’t.

No matter how much he pulls on the metal, grunting and groaning and making your eyes flutter shut whilst you force your needy whimpers down with the noises he’s making, it barely opens, slamming shut every time he gets close to getting it open a quarter of the way.

“Fuck.” He grits, giving up and slamming his hand against the thing. It would be no use trying with that door anymore, the noise it was making was getting too loud anyway.

He stands there, clearly thinking hard about what to do. You can’t turn back because that would just lead you straight back to the QZ, which was useless to you right now, but you don’t have any other secured ways to get to your vendors - how could he have been so stupid to not plan ahead, he ridicules himself silently.

“Joel? What’s the plan?” You ask, getting slightly impatient with his constant silence. He may have been this hot brooding older man, but he could really leave you in the dark sometimes like this.

“Will you let me think, goddamnit?” He responds, clearly annoyed with your current predicament, scratching at his jaw before looking back up at you.

“Could try that window.” You suggest quietly, looking upwards. It was high and small, but you’d be able to get through it if he gave you a boost up.

He gave you a small nod before you both made your way up there and he got into position, hands outstretched and placed together as you got on and pushed yourself up. Normally, whenever he did this, you’d feel all dizzy afterwards from the proximity and his touch - but as soon as you looked out the window you were horrified. There were infected, just past the jammed door - and a whole lot of them. You weren’t getting past that. Forget the deal, you’d come back another day.

“Joel.” You say, not even realising you were whispering. He doesn’t answer.

“Joel! Joel, get me down.” You whisper-shout, and he furrows his brows.

“Why? What’s the matter?” He asks, and you have to fight against the urge to roll your eyes.

“Just get me down.” You say through clenched teeth, taking another look outside the window before he carefully lowers you. Of course, he boosts you up regularly, but he rarely ever tries to get you back down, so you stumble a bit and end up with your face against his chest as he falls back onto the wall slightly.

“Jesus, woman!” He grunts, but you don’t even try to move, you just look up at him with those fucking doe eyes of yours and it takes everything in him to not groan at the sight of you. God knows how many times he’s imagined you looking up at him whilst you sucked his cock, knelt on the floor with tears in your eyes and your hair all messy for him with your big eyes staring into his.

You open your mouth to speak, before realising the position you’re in and quickly standing up.

“I- there were infected outside, Joel.” You explain after a moment.

“So?” He questions you, squinting in confusion slightly. You’ve taken down infected before, no problem. What’s the issue today?

“No, like- I swear it looked like there were a hundred of them. Just this big fucking horde, right outside the garage door.” You gestured back towards the exit.

He clenched his jaw. Yeah, okay, you could take down some infected, not a hundred.

“Y’sure?”

“I’m fucking sure, Joel!” You almost yelled, way too many emotions going on in your body for you to act normal right now.

“Alright, alright, calm down.” He looked back outside. It was almost dark, there was no way you could get back to Boston in time now. It just wasn’t safe to go that far so late, and there was no point since you’d have to sneak by all the guards - who hopefully wouldn’t notice if you were gone for one night - to get back in.

“Go check all the doors, lock ‘em and then barricade ‘em. We’re gonna have to hold up here for tonight, then go back at dawn.” He decides, and you gape at him like a fish.

“We’re staying here?! Joel, what about curfew and the- the fucking infected right outside-” you start, but he silences you once again.

“We’re gonna be fine. When have things ever gone wrong for us since you started comin’ out with me?” He questions sternly, and you ponder it.

Never, really. He always saved you, and you’d save him when he needed it - even though it was only a handful of times he did.

“‘Kay, fine. Whatever.” You mumble stubbornly before turning round to go secure the doors leading to the small mechanic store you’d be staying in.

He looks around himself for any openings and closes them up before you both end up back in the main room.

It’s mostly silent as you look around at different things, poking at the ruined cars and whatnot whilst he sits on a crate and watches you as discreetly as possible.

“I have a question.” You say, turning to face him and making him snap his head away from you before you notice he was looking at you already.

He grunts to tell you to continue speaking, looking back at you when you do.

“Could you like.. show me how to fix up my guns and stuff? ‘Cause you always do it for me and I just thought it was.. Cool.” you murmur, trailing off at the end.

He actually lets out a small laugh at that. Not in a mean way, necessarily, just kind of teasingly.

“Cool?” He repeats with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, cool. It just- with all the attachments and shit. And I can never clean them properly.” You sigh, walking up closer to him. “Please? We’ve got nothing else to do.”

The sound of you saying please for him in that small voice wins him over. “Fine.” He gets up off the crate, walking back over to the workbench and flicking the light on before taking your gun from you. He talks you through it, shows you a little how to clean it before letting you try it yourself, and then he shows you how to add a scope to it. You can’t quite grasp it though, not being strong and precise enough to attach it properly, so he places his hands on top of yours and helps you screw it on.

The contact makes you shudder so violently that he definitely felt it, and you want to crumple into the ground.

“What was that for?” He murmurs, and you almost jump at how close he is now, voice loud and breath hot on the side of your face as he leans over your shoulder to look at the gun whilst he tries to help you.

“No-nothing.” You squeak, breathing at least ten times faster now.

He feels it. He knows. He has to know, you’d been so stupid and revealed it all now. Joel Miller was not an idiot and he knew how you felt and he’d hate you for it. Your thoughts spiralled.

“Nothin’, huh?” He taunts, a smirk pulling at his lips as he watches you slowly crumble. To make it worse, he turns you in his hold, so you’re pinned with your back to the desk and his hands on either side of you.

“Y’alright, darlin’? You look awfully hot. Don’t got a fever or nothin’?” He mumbles, seeing how far he can push you as he leans in closer.

“I-I’m fine.” You say quietly, mesmerised by the sight of his face so close as you notice little details you’d never noticed before, barely even realising his lips are so close to your own until he’s pressing them to yours.

You make a slight noise of surprise before you get lost in it. The feeling of his lips against yours was something you’d dreamed about for so long, and now it was finally happening.

Your hands come up and around his neck, pulling him closer towards you as he deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth and overpowering you immediately as he pushes you back onto the workbench, sitting you on top of it and already working open the buttons of your jeans.

He kisses you one more time before getting to his knees and pulling your pants completely off, eyeing your panties, a dark patch in the middle of them from your growing arousal.

“Joel, please.” You whimper from above him as his hands run up your legs, coming to your inner thighs before toying with the elastic of your panties.

“Y’need me here, darlin’?” He asks, smirking up at you as his fingers move to rub slow circles into your clit through the fabric.

“Fuck!” You gasp at the contact, needy and desperate for him by this point. “Yes, please- please Joel.” You’re reduced to begging already, something you figure only he had the power to make you do.

He shushes you gently, fingers slowly peeling your panties down and groaning at the sight of your bare cunt, dripping and pulsing with need.

“Fuck, baby. Such a pretty pussy, so fuckin’ wet. This all for me?” He hums, dragging a finger up and down your slit, gathering your wetness on it and sucking it into his mouth as he looks up at you.

You whine at the sight of him between your legs like this, not knowing how you’re going to survive when he actually makes contact with you, and nod furiously.

“Yes, oh my god. Yes, it’s all for you Joel.” You say quickly, and he seems satisfied with that answer, finally moving his face to your core and making you squirm as his hot breath fans over your pussy.

“Stop fuckin’ movin’.” He murmurs, seemingly enraptured by the sight of you, staring for a few seconds and making you want to shift away again under his intense gaze, but he has an arm on you to make sure you don’t move.

And then he finally, finally, licks a long stripe up your pussy, tongue running along your wet folds. And you fucking lose it.

“Oh my god, Joel, please. Fuck- fuck, please, more-” you start begging, moaning loudly as he picks up the pace and continues to devour you, drinking down your wetness, and eventually kissing and sucking at your clit. His fingers, those thick gorgeous fingers you’d dreamed of for so long, tease your entrance before he’s pushing those inside, making you wail at the feeling of something inside of you, getting you closer to that release you were aching for by this point.

“Fuck, yes!” You cry out, thighs shaking slightly as you feel yourself getting close.

“That’s right, baby. You like that?” He asks, voice an octave lower as he pumps his fingers in and out of your tight heat, tongue still working you over relentlessly.

“Please- it feels so good-” you whine in response, fingers grasping for something to hold onto, to tether yourself to earth with as you feel yourself start to float away. Finding his hair and tugging slightly which makes him groan.

“Good girl.” He praises, adding another finger. He curls his fingers, searching for your g-spot and finding it easily.

You moan weakly at the praise, hips bucking as you grind yourself against his mouth, the ridge of his nose stimulating your clit perfectly as your fingers pull at his hair, and before you know it, you’re coming with a hoarse scream of his name.

You see white as your thighs quiver around his head, tensing and squeezing slightly as he continues to work you through it, lapping at your juices until you cry out from the overstimulation.

He removes his fingers from your hole, licking them clean once more before standing up and removing his own clothes, revealing his hard cock and making your eyes widen slightly.

Of course he was big, you’d stared at the bulge of his jeans enough times to realise that, and you’d imagined it before, but it all paled in comparison to finally seeing it.

He was long, slightly curved, girthy with a flushed red tip which had precome leaking out of it as he pumped himself slowly with a smirk on his face.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” He hums teasingly, and you can’t even think straight anymore, just pulling him forward and kissing him hungrily as he positioned his cock at your slick entrance.

Needy little whines and whimpers flowed freely from your mouth straight into his, where he swallowed them whole before starting to push into you.

You part from the kiss suddenly, gasping as he pushes deeper and deeper, stretching you thoroughly, and you feel grateful that he has the decency to start off slow since you already feel like crying from how big he is, how fucking good it feels.

When he bottoms out, you’re already wrecked. He’s huge inside of you, and you can feel everything. Every single ridge, vein, and twitch of his pulsing cock as your walls hug him tightly.

“Y’okay?” He murmurs softly, making your heart swell at how tender he sounds right now, and you nod in response.

“Joel.. please move.” You whisper, and he complies, grabbing your hips and barely giving you a moment to think before he’s starting to pound into you, making you squeal as your arms came around his neck, nails digging into his back before his head ducks down into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking at your pulse point and making you clench harder around him, before moving down to your breasts, palming them and taking one of your nipples into his mouth as you scream his name.

“Joel! I’m gonna- gonna come- oh god, please!” You cry out, back arching. He growls, picking up the pace. He could feel his orgasm building, but he needed you to come first, needed to feel your tight walls clenching and gushing around him before he even considered his own pleasure.

“Come on, baby. Give me one more and I’ll fill you up. Fuck this little cunt full of me.. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He says, voice low and husky as his balls slap against your ass, the loud sound of your wetness filling the room as you start to tremble once more.

“Yes! Fuck, Joel. Need it so bad. Want your come inside of me. Please, Joel.” You gasp, making him groan as his fingers move down to rub at your clit.

“Come for me, baby.” He encourages, speeding up even more and hitting that spot inside of you that makes you see stars, making you scream as you come and dissolve into a shaking, whimpering mess whilst he continues to thrust into you.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come all over my cock.” He grunts, his own release approaching quickly. The sounds of your moans and cries are enough to set him off, barely thrusting a few more times before stilling and filling you with his hot seed, slowly fucking it even deeper inside of you before pulling out and looking at you.

Skin flushed, panting heavily, come leaking down your thighs. You looked perfect. He wished that cameras were still around so he could take a picture of how you looked right now, keep it in his pocket wherever he went. But he couldn’t, and he realised you probably needed cleaning up now as your hazy eyes blinked open and looked at him. You were quiet, thinking about what this meant for the two of you now. Would he go back to being the cold man you knew? Would he be even colder? Would he suddenly be attentive and caring towards you?

You supposed you got your answer when he gently cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek as he looked at you with something scarily close to love in his eyes, the gaze he’d somehow managed to conceal from you all these months which he could now finally show you.

“You okay?” He murmurs, and you nod weakly in response. He hums, giving you another small kiss before walking off to go get a rag to clean you up with.

“Hold on, let me just..” he mumbles to himself as he goes to try clean off any dust from the rag, before returning to between your thighs and cleaning away any evidence of your previous activities, tossing the rag somewhere and handing you your clothes. You get dressed quietly before he takes your hand and leads you over to a space on the floor where you set up your sleeping bags, putting them as close together as possible until he eventually just lets you tuck yourself into his, wrapping his strong arms around you from behind and falling asleep.

You listen to his soft snores, feel his calloused hands on your stomach where they snaked under your shirt before he fell asleep, and smile to yourself softly before falling asleep with him.

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blackbirdi · 10 months ago

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Batfamily Incorrect Quotes #1

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Jason: *Blatantly falls*

Dick: Did you just fall?

Jason: No! I … attacked the floor.

Dick: Backwards?

Jason: I’m fuckin’ talented, okay!?

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*Meeting Steph for the first time*

Bruce: Hold on, I don’t believe I caught your name.

Steph: I didn’t throw it.

Bruce:

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Jason: Duke’s crying. What do I do?

Dick: Comfort him.

Jason: How?

Dick: Start with a hug.

Jason: … A - a what?

Dick: You need love.

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Steph: You’re bleeding out a lot and Alfred says you need a blood transfusion. What’s your blood type?

Tim: *Wheezing* B … positive …

Steph: *Panicking* I-I’m trying, but you’re bleeding a lot!

Tim: *Stops wheezing and looks up at her in confusion* What?

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Steph: Four months…

The rest of the Batfam: *Turning to Cass* What’s she talking about?

Cass: *Giggling slightly* Oh, it’s nothing.

Steph: THAT’S HOW FUCKING LONG YOU ALL STOOD THERE. WATCHING ME. WATER A FUCKING PLASTIC PLANT!

Cass: *Cackles*

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Jason: What happens to nitrogen when the sun rises?

Steph: It becomes *finger guns* daytrogen.

Jason: *Groans* I’m going home.

Duke: Good nitrogen.

Dick: Sleep tightrogen.

Tim: Don’t let the bedbugs bitrogen.

Jason: *Angry screaming as he walks away*

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Bruce: Damn; the power went out again.

Young!Dick: Don’t worry, I got this. *Shakes* See? *Glows*

Bruce, concerned DadTM: WHAT!?

Young!Dick: *Proud* I swallowed a glowstick!

Bruce: *Stressed the fuck out* WHY WOULD YOU SWALLOW A GLOWSTICK!?

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Literally anyone in the Batfam: How much sleep did you get last night?

Tim: I got a solid eight minutes. Not consecutively. But you’re not even that blurry.

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Damian: How do I tell Drake I want to hit him with a chair?

Jason: Don’t tell him, just do it.

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Dick: How would it feel to have a knife shoved up your ass?

Jason: Keep asking dumbass questions like that and you’ll have an answer.

Dick: *Backs away slowly*

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Dick: Okay, everyone, let’s hug it out now!

Everyone else: *Grumbling as they group hug*

Bruce: Okay, who took my wallet?

Steph: *Whispering as she pockets it* Sorry.

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drabblesandimagines · 1 year ago

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Hitched

Leon Kennedy x fem reader, established relationship Couple of swears, mentions of blood

The sudden noise behind you sends you spinning on your heels to confront it. Your pistol is raised, finger slightly squeezing the trigger in preparation to blow the next monstrosity’s head off only to see Leon’s alarmed face, his hands up in surrender, gun dangling from his grip.

“Whoa, baby, it’s just me.”

You exhale in relief, immediately dropping and holstering your weapon. “Sorry – jumpy. You okay?”

You look him up and down, looking for injuries after you’d been separated a little while ago. It felt like every other mission these days led to the two of you working your way through underground caverns, as evil scientists seem to just love setting up their bases there, with ill-maintained wooden walkways that collapsed below your feet. Leon had gone toppling down the last one, reassuring you he was fine - he did always manage to forward roll his way out of taking any impact – and said by the map he’d pilfered from one of the supply rooms, it looks like your paths would cross again eventually and it meant the two of you could cover more ground until then.

“I’m fine. You, however…” He steps forward, grasps you by the elbow and pulls it up gently in front of you to reveal a nasty slice across your forearm, dripping blood on the dirt.

“Slashed out at me as I took it out. Misjudged the space. I blame the moody lighting.” You joke, but Leon doesn’t respond, inspecting the damage.

“I’m okay. We should keep moving, we can’t be far from-”

“Uh-uh. Come on, there’s an alcove just back this way to provide us some cover whilst I see to this.” His grip is still firmly on your elbow as he tugs you back the way he emerged from.

“I promise I’m fine.”

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna leave a blood trail if we don’t. Besides, as your fiancé, I insist.”

The fiancé card is not one that Leon pulls out often on a mission, but has started to do so considering how long your engagement has been. He’d proposed two years ago, literally the moment he got you within eyesight as he returned from a solo mission to Spain to rescue the President’s daughter. He didn’t have a ring – later rectified – but just dropped to his knees and asked you to become his wife. It wasn’t like you hadn’t started wedding planning. There was a folder of brochures under the coffee table, half-drafted emails to venues and caterers on your laptop, saved photos of wedding gowns and centerpieces… But it just felt impossible to ever truly put a plan in place, nail down a concrete date, you didn’t know where the two of you were going to be one month from the next. Sorry, terrorism, could you wait a week or two for the Kennedy wedding to pass first?

“Okay.” You concede and allow him to guide you back a few hundred metres to the alcove – it’s more a deep crevice in the wall, but it won’t be obvious the two of you are hiding in there if anyone or anything was to stroll by.

“Sit.” He points to the space furthest back and you drop down, crossing your legs beneath you so he can crouch down in front. You lay your wounded arm out in front of you with a slight wince. If you were being honest, it did hurt.

“Here, chew this. It’ll make you feel better.” He passes you one of those stupid green herbs from his supplies. The man swears by them as a natural pain reliever – useful in a bind, he claims.

“Ugh, really? But they’re so bitter.” You shake your head, “I’ll be fine without.”

He quirks his eyebrow at you, pulling out a roll of gauze from one of his pouches to begin to dress your wound. “Sweetheart, either you chew it, or I will go mamma bird on your ass, chew it for you and then kiss you so hard you’ll have no other choice but to swallow.”

You laugh, dryly. “I think that might be the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Chew.”

Again, you concede. Leon won’t stop at anything to ensure you’re taken care of. As his gentle fingers begin to wrap the bandage tightly around your wound in an effort to stem the bleeding, you crunch the herb between your teeth. It’s scratchy, horrendously bitter, makes you want to gag almost. You can’t chew fast enough to get rid of it. He is right about them, though – a moment or two later the stabbing, stinging pain in your forearm where the creature slashed you dulls to a low, much more tolerable ache.

He has a smug look on his face, knowing your tells too well.

“Told you it would make you feel better.”

He finishes wrapping the gauze around your arm and ties it off with a tight knot, slicing the excess off with his knife. He puts away the roll before he turns and sits down besides you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest, kissing your crown. You can feel his heart pounding beneath your cheek – he was worried about you. He knows you can take care of yourself, you’ve been through as much hell as he has, but seeing you injured always sets him off.

You know you should press on – BOWs wait for no man - but it’s clear the two of you need a moment to catch your breath, take stock of what’s occurred, work out how you’ve ended up here - again.

You begin to fiddle with the engagement ring that hangs around your neck. Too much risk wearing it on your finger when out on missions, but it felt odd and wrong to leave it at home on your dressing table, so you’d settled for having it like this, tucking it away on a chain out of sight, but playing with it had soon turned into a nervous habit.

Leon clocks your fidgeting immediately and takes your hand, lacing his fingers through. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing. Just… thinking.”

“About?” He probes, gently.

“What we’re doing here.”

“You forget the brief?” Leon teases and you elbow him lightly in the stomach – not that you’d manage much damage given how muscular he is.

“Like, is this just our life now? Every couple of months, another set of BOWs appears, we deal with and eliminate - rinse and repeat.”

“I…” He sighs. “I don’t know, sweetheart. I hope not. I’d like to think that one day we stop them all and we get a pretty sweet retirement package.”

“I want to get married.” You say, softly.

“Hey, I’m the one who did the proposing, you’re the one who said you wanted to wait until-”

“I know, but I don’t want to wait anymore. I can’t keep holding off for a big event that I’m not sure we’ll ever get to have.” You pause a moment as you sit up, turning to face him head on. “The second we are out of here, I want to marry you.”

“Seriously?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Seriously. Registry office. We’ll wear what we’re wearing – blood splatters, camos, bruises, all of that. I don’t care. I just want to be your wife already.”

“My wife, huh?” He grins at the idea. “Yeah, I want that too. I can’t lie, though, I was looking forward to seeing you in a wedding dress.”

“You will. We’ll do that later – a party or whatever, something that can be rescheduled easy enough if the world goes to shit. But this, this can just be us, huh?”

“Just us, baby.” He places a hand on the side of your face and guides you in for a heated kiss, teasing your bottom lip with his teeth until you permit his tongue entrance and the wrestle for dominance begins. After a moment or two, you place your palm flat on his chest and push back.

“We’re getting distracted, Leon.”

“We sure are.” He gets to his feet and offers you his hand, pulling you up with ease. “Come on, let’s go kill these bastards and get hitched.”

“Took the words outta my mouth, handsome.”

“Okay, Leon said it was casual, but I didn’t picture this casual.” Hunnigan appears behind you in the restroom mirror, dressed in her usual work suit, albeit with a paper bag in hand. Leon had radio’ed in as soon as your objective was clear – DSO teams swooping in to clear up and confiscate and destroy the weapons retrieved – and asked Hunnigan to get them into the registry office today.

“Yeah, we were going for work casual, but we had to leave the weapons in the SUV.” You shrug, washing the grime off your face in the sink. You supposed you should at least prep that much. “Thank you for getting us in.”

She shrugs, “It was one of Leon’s easier requests, funnily enough.” She holds the bag in front of her in offering. “For you.”

“Just me?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t think Leon will like it as much.” You take the bag with a smile and place it down on the counter to open it – a small bouquet of white daisies within.

“Just so I can catch the bouquet, obviously.”

Hunnigan acts as the witness, of course, as you find yourself standing in front of the officiant. He barely batted an eyelid at your attire and you think he must’ve seen all sorts come through the door in his time, so the couple who decided to get married in tactical gear, bruised and bandaged, is just another day.

“Do we have rings?” The officiant questions and before you can say no, Hunnigan steps forward again, handing over a box.

“Should’ve known you’d have our ring sizes on file.” Leon laughs.

“Had a suspicion it might come in handy one day.” She smiles, taking her place back in a seat behind the two of you. The officiant opens the box to reveal two simple gold wedding bands.

Leon takes your hand then – his leather gloves removed for the occasion – and smiles. He’s got a bruise blossoming on his left cheek, his hair’s a beautiful mess, but he’s here and you’re here and it’s perfect.

“If you’ll repeat after me.” The officiant looks at Leon, who continues to look lovingly at you, biting his lip in an excited smile. “I, Leon Scott Kennedy…”

He wets his lips with his tongue and squeezes your hand. “I, Leon Scott Kennedy….”

The vows are over before you know it. You feel giddy, a combination of exhaustion and love, surely.

“I pronounce you husband and wife. It gives me great honour to introduce to you,” he looks at Hunnigan, “the new Mr and Mrs Kennedy. You may now kiss the bride.”

Leon doesn’t hesitate, pulling you in close and into a bruising kiss, dipping you back a little before returning you to your feet. “Just a little show for our guest.” He whispers in your ear, nodding his head over at an applauding Hunnigan.

“Dare I ask about honeymoon plans?” Hunnigan comments as the three of you exit the registry office. “I’m expecting the two of you back in HQ tomorrow for a debrief, after all.”

“I don’t know. Any ideas, beautiful?” Leon brings up your hand to his mouth, placing a kiss across your knuckles, the gold band sitting snugly on your ring finger.

“Yeah, I have one.” You nod. “I wanna burger – a real greasy one – and fries. And a beer.”

“I knew there was a good reason I married you.” He drops your hand and wraps his arm around your waist and slips another under your knees, sweeping you off your feet and into his arms and you squeal.

“Gotta carry my beautiful wife over the threshold of the nearest diner, don’t I?”

You grin. “That is the tradition. Oh, and speaking of traditions…” You toss the bouquet over Leon’s shoulder into Hunnigan’s arms. “Look who’s next!”

“On second thought…” she walks over to you and places them back into your hands, “keep it. I might as well wait for the redo. See you tomorrow, lovebirds. As a wedding gift, I won’t expect you in until the afternoon.”

“Too kind, Hunnigan.” Leon smirks as she waves over her shoulder and heads towards the parking lot.

Once she’s out of sight, you grab the back of your husband’s head, pulling him down into a chaste kiss and smile up at him. “I love you, Leon.”

“I love you too, Mrs Kennedy.”

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afewproblems · 1 year ago

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Angsty dialogue prompts 👀

Number 13 - "Why would you say that?"

-@strangersteddierthings

Ahhhhhh thank you for the request Jess! @strangersteddierthings I hope you enjoy, I took this into a bit of a different direction than even I expected!

***

It takes Robin's foot connecting with his ankle to make Steve realize he was starring.

At Eddie, yet again.

Something that he had been doing a lot over the last few months since everything with Vecna and the Upside Down. Since Steve and Robin had managed to drag Eddie back from the brink, fighting off inky tendrils of death as Dustin led the way while Nancy brought up the rear, shot gun in hand.

Between the four of them, Eddie had actually made it. Torn up and missing about two liters of blood, but alive.

Of course, navigating the aftermath of the earthquakes and the loss of half the town had actually made it easier to avoid the murder charges that had been lobbed at Eddie.

Especially with the way Lucas, Erica, and Max had sworn up and down that Jason had been the one responsible for all of the murders, that they had narrowly escaped becoming his final victims.

And who could argue with the evidence, certainly not Jason after the surge of white hot energy that split the earth had finished with him.

So with Eddie's newfound freedom and the inability to argue with Dustin's insistence that he had been officially adopted into the party, his presence in their lives had become something that Steve looked forward to.

It was nice having someone else his age in the group. Robin was his other half of course, his soul mate, but it was nice having another guy to hang out with, and of course it wasn't because of anything else, Robin.

He let it slip one time that Eddie had nice eyes and was easy to talk to and, do you think he's seeing anyone Bobby, and suddenly Steve is accused of having a crush. Of all things!

Steve feels two fingers suddenly pinch at the outside of his thigh and has to suppress a loud yelp as he bats Robin's hands away from his leg with a glare.

She rolls her eyes and gives him a knowing look before turning back to the conversation.

"Take Stevie over here," Eddie says around the joint between his lips. He takes a long drag before passing it over to Argyle and Steve can't help but watch, transfixed, as the smoke billows out from his nose like a dragon.

"I can guarantee you that he's seen the ocean before while the rest of us land-locked lubbers will probably never get the pleasure," Eddie continues with a wink and kicks his leg up onto the coffee table in Steve's basement.

Argyle blows out a long puff of smoke, he's leaned back against the couch with his head tipped up towards the ceiling, "thats wild man," he says with a laugh in his voice, he doesn't react when Jonathan snorts and takes the joint from his hand.

"Seriously?" Jon asks after a minute, "dude, we lived in California, we literally went to the beach all the time?"

Robin and Nancy both laugh at the noise of recognition that Argyle makes while Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Okay but for everyone else who didn't have the benefit of local geography," Eddie says, gesturing at the girls and himself, "we will be cursed to never feel the sand between our toes and all that shit".

Robin quirks an eyebrow and takes a swig of beer from the can in her hands, the sleeve of her denim jacket brushes against Steve's arm as she moves to set the can back on the coffee table.

They're the only two seated on the floor, Steve having given up the couch so everyone else could be comfortable and Robin couldn't, in good conscience, let her best friend sit by himself.

God he loves her, Steve thinks as he shoots her a soft smile.

He's never had someone that loves him so openly, so unapologetically as Robin does.

Not even when his parents were home for more than a few days a year did they show him the same kind of care that she had in their short time of knowing one another.

Sure, they teased each other, Robin had even made a new scoreboard for his failed attempts at flirting at Family Video --this one with a new section after Steve quietly admitted to her that they had even more in common than they had realized earlier.

But Robin was there, in a way that he hadn't really had from anyone else in years.

"I don't know how you deal with it Buckley," Eddie huffs. He's grinning widely at Robin and Steve, reaching to take the joint back from Jonathan.

"What," she says dryly, "Steve? He grows on you".

"He does," Nancy insists loudly from Jonathan's other side, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes a little glassy. Jonathan lifts his arm to tuck her against his side with a fond grin, he meets Steve's gaze after a minute and mouths, 'still a lightweight,' which makes Steve snort.

"This!" Eddie barks out, lifting a ringed hand to gesture around the basement sitting room, "look there's a fucking Linn LP12 sitting right beside you and a God Damn pool outside".

Steve frowns, looking from Robin back to Eddie. He feels an uncomfortable thrum roll over his skin as Eddie stands up to make his way to the sound system he pointed out.

"Jesus, I think this whole collection cost more than my trailer," he picks up Steve's mothers Joni Mitchell album, turning it in his hands, "must have been nice to have mommy and daddy's money huh? This is like 'fuck you' rich".

Steve feels a faint nervous laugh tumble out of his mouth, even as his stomach rolls at the words.

"Oh my god," Robin laughs, knocking her shoulder into Steve's own, "yes! If I had a nickle for the number of times he asked me why I don't have my own phone line yet whenever my mom answers first, I'd be as rich as Steve!"

Eddie puts the Blue album back and pulls out a copy of The Beatles and now Steve is sweating.

Because Eddie isn't wrong, this is his parents music collection and yes it did cost them a lot of money over the years. But, more importantly, it was off limits to Steve.

The last time his dad had caught him flipping through the vinyls, Steve had been sent to his room with large purple hand prints on the offending arm and two broken fingers.

"Okay, that's my dad's, put it down," he says, hiding the tremor in his voice as he gets to his feet.

Eddie rolls his eyes again but does set the record down on top of the collection. He raises his hands in surrender and raises a mocking eyebrow as he steps back towards the couch, dropping down on the end as Argyle scoots closer to Jonathan to make more space.

Argyle and Jonathan speak quietly to one another seemingly uncaring about the strange tension that begins to bleed into the basement. It's Nancy who is watching Steve, Eddie, and Robin, her mouth set in an unhappy frown.

Nancy had only met Steve's parents once during a very uncomfortable dinner, years back when they had dated. While she may not know the true extent of Steve's relationship with Richard and Cynthia Harrington, she knows it wasn't all sunshine and roses.

"Man," Eddie snorts, shooting Robin a wicked grin, "I knew your parents had spoiled you pretty rotten but I didn't think they needed to buy you a new sense of humor".

"Yeah Steve," Robin pats the carpet beside her, "it's just a joke, lighten up and come sit down".

And that, well, that hurt a bit more than Steve anticipated.

"Why would you say that?" He whispers, the words falling out of his mouth like vomit before he can stop it.

Eddie scoffs from the couch, but Steve isn't looking at Eddie. He's looking at Robin.

Robin who meets Steve's gaze with a slight frown between her eyes, she looks back at Nancy with a laugh in her smile that disappears at the frosty glare Nancy fixes her with.

She slowly turns to look back at Steve, confusion and concern in her blue eyes.

"Oh come on Steve," Eddie takes a drag of the joint, which has dwindled into something resembling a roach before stubbing it out in the brown ashtray on the table, "we're kidding, come on Byers, you get it right?"

Nancy leans up to whisper something in Jonathan's ear and whatever it is, it's enough to make him stiffen slightly and give Steve a long look before he shakes his head, "I think we're going to head home actually".

Steve nods and breathes out, ignoring the way his chest tightens as he refuses to meet Robin's worried gaze.

Eddie slowly stands to follow Nancy and Jonathan, he says something quietly to Argyle that is met with a simple serene shrug

Eddie hangs back as the other three make their way up the basement stairs. He chews his lip and clenches his fist as he looks between Steve and Robin with a frown.

Eddie stands awkwardly beside Robin, spinning one of the rings on his left hand as he looks between Steve and the stairs that the others had used to beat their hasty retreat.

Robin gets to her feet slowly, her gaze never wavering, "Steve?"

Steve winces at the way she says his name.

He knows it was just a joke, he knows he's overreacting, that neither of them could have known about his relationship with his parents.

He knows it's unfair of him to be so upset, but he can't help it.

Because Eddie mocking him, that he could deal with. He could get over it, let go of the fantasies of Eddie's crinkling eyes and warm smile that made Steve's heartbeat quicken.

But Robin?

The way she had laughed, dismissed his discomfort, it was as though he had been transported back to Tommy's basement just a few years back, listening to him and Carol tear him down.

It's just a joke Steve.

He reaches up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, flinching at the sharp intake of air from Robin who immediately makes her way closer.

"Just," he manages to say with an even tone, shaking his head. He closes his eyes and clears his throat, taking a step back from the pair.

"I'm going to bed, got a shift tomorrow, so," Steve says quietly with a shrug. He opens his eyes but drops his gaze to the carpet, knowing if he made eye contact with Robin, he would inevitably ask her to stay.

Robin opens her mouth to argue, a fierce glare in her eyes and a bright flush on her face, he hasn't seen her this upset since the Creel House.

"Steve--"

Robin jumps as Eddie reaches for her arm, pulling her back, hard enough that she stumbles slightly into Eddie.

Steve curls his arms around himself, shying away from Eddie's dark evaluating eyes. He doesn't need to see the judgment there, it's embarrassing enough feeling like he's ruined the evening because of his hangups. He doesn't need the reminder of how ridiculous it is to be angry with them over something so silly.

"Come on Buckley, I'll drive you home," Eddie mumbles as he gently tugs at her arm once again.

Steve hears a harsh sigh, but she doesn't say anything this time. He can feel her staring, as though trying to read his mind like she normally could. But Steve keeps his eyes trained on the floor, until he hears two pairs of feet finally make their way up the stairs, until the front door closes, until Eddie's van roars to life on the Harrington driveway.

Steve eventually makes his way upstairs in a daze, half heartedly getting ready for bed.

He brushes his teeth, washes his face, doing everything he can to ignore the words that echo in his head over and over. He finishes in the bathroom and takes off his jeans, swapping his sweater for an old ratty t-shirt he often used for bed.

It was just a joke.

Steve rolls over until he's facing the window, ignoring the tightness in his chest as he closes his eyes.

Maybe it would be funnier in the morning.

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 6 months ago

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Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 5.6

Notes: Remember when I was a whole ass chump and posted this on the wrong day? Anyway here's 8 for you. This is especially dedicated to @scaramou

Episode 8: It's Party Time

Eddie stands in front of his mirror, carefully looking over his body. There are scars and bruises, and the occasional stretch mark. But damn is he proud of it, and he doesn’t want to sound too vain but he knows you are too. He winks at himself, doing little finger guns and hyping himself up

“Whaaat are you doing??” You stand behind him in the doorway and he freezes in his tracks, his cheeks flushing immediately

“Uhhh… being sexy?” He turns to you and shrugs and you snort, walking over to him and putting your arms around his waist

“Yeah okay, I’ll accept that. What are you gonna wear?”

He puts his arms around you, kisses you softly, and then looks toward his closet

“I have no idea… usually Buck wants to match with these kinds of things and… I kinda wanna match with you?”

Your cheeks flush and you stand on your toes, kissing his cheek

“That’s really cute”

“Yeahhh I know,” He says in a playful voice, picking you up and spinning you around. He kisses you and drops you down on the bed.

“Eddie!!” You laugh as he climbs over you and settles between your legs “We’re supposed to be getting ready!”

“I say we skip the party and go straight to dessert” he growls in your ear, tugging at the waistband of your skirt

“Eddie Diaz! We promised we’d be there! You know how much tonight means to Bobby and Athena”

“But this means so much to me” He has a big ole pout on his lips as he smothers you, holding you tightly in his arms

“It’s their anniversary,” you say, pushing at his chest, but he’s not budging. He’s heavy and warm against you and it’s making you way too complacent just like he knows it does

“It’s our anniversary too you know” He mumbles into your neck and you pull his face away from you, holding it in your hands

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been four months since the day we first met”

Your mouth drops open and you let go of his face

“You’re lying”

His cheeks flush and he smirks, getting off of you

“It is. You walked into the station on a Monday, all pretty in pink. God, I still remember your perfume” he walks to the closet, pulling out a white dress shirt

“You kept track of that?” You ask, sitting up and looking at him, he puts on the shirt, looking over at you as he adjusts the collar

“Of course I did, Sugar Cube. It’s not every day you meet the woman you lo-” he pauses for a second, holding the collar in his hands

“Uh…really like. And you know eventually, take six hundred years to date and drive her cousin insane to the point he sends you random death threats in the middle of the night”

“He did what??” You laugh as you climb out of his bed and walk over to him, slowly buttoning his shirt for him

“Yeah Buck literally sent me so many death threats after we would hang out and we’d tell him all the details” Eddie chuckles quietly as he watches your hands “Wish you were taking it off”

“Well… I promise to take it off tonight okay? After the party”

“You’re at Buck’s tonight,” he says softly as he wraps his arms around your waist

“If you think for one second I’m not going home with you tonight” You narrow your eyes at him and he smirks, bending down and kissing you, it’s heated and demanding and it takes every bone in your body to pull away from him

“You wanna call up your cousin and tell him that because the last time I took you home with me I also got death threats”

You walk away from him, purposely swaying your hips dramatically and he wolf whistles as you bend over to pick up your phone

“Time to plan our outfits”

Buck shows up at 6:30, right on time. Which is surprising but this is for Bobby and Athena he’s not gonna be late. He unlocks the door, comes in, and walks straight back to Eddie’s bedroom

He slams the door open and you shriek, nearly flying off of Eddie

“Are we wearing blue or not?!” Buck yells, completely ignoring Eddie scrambling to get his clothes back on and you diving off the bed

“Did you not get my text?!” Eddie yells back at him, holding his pants over his crotch

“Oh…wait hold on'' he pulls out his phone, scrolling for a second “Haha oh here it is. Yeah okay, we’re wearing blue, uh i'm gonna go change in the other room. Hurry up! We don’t wanna be late!”

Eddie helps you out of the car, holding your hand in his. You step down from the Jeep, your heels clicking on the pavement as you step away and Eddie shuts the door

“You ready?” He asks as Buck comes around the car, fixing his lapel and handing Eddie one of the present boxes

“Let’s do this” He winks and you roll your eyes playfully but walk ahead of them, they follow behind you on both sides, Eddie watches your feet, watching each step you take in those ridiculously high heels. They were stunning but he was so scared you were going to break your neck walking across the stones

He should know better

You toss your hair over your shoulder as you walk and he nearly melts right there, your perfume caressing his face and leaving soft kisses in its wake

You knock on the door, holding your clutch in front of you. Bobby opens the door after a minute and you smile sweetly

“Happy Anniversary!” You three say together as he lets you in

“Thank you, thank you” He points at Buck “and thank you”

You kiss his cheek as he takes your coat, and points you to the champagne

“You guys help yourselves,” He says, as Buck hugs him and pats his back

“Is there anything we can do? It’s your party” Eddie says, putting one hand in his pocket and his arm around your waist

“Yeah! I can take coats and answer the door for you” Buck says, watching Bobby grab a hanger for your coat

“We have a room for the coats, but yours is too nice to go in there” He smiles as he hangs it in the hall closet for you

“Oh, that’s not necessary! Really” you tell him but he’s already done it anyway

“It’s no trouble, trust me. Buck, it would be helpful if you answered the door, thank you”

“Anything for you Dad” Buck pats his shoulders and turns to open the door for another couple coming up the walk

“You two come with me” He waves you along and you both follow behind him. Eddie smiles a little as you take his hand from your waist and lead him along.

You make it to the kitchen and he wraps both his arms around your waist this time

“You look so pretty baby” He whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek and you giggle, trying to pull his hands apart

“Behave Eddie” You scold him playfully and he pouts, nuzzling into your neck

“Oh you guys are disgusting,” Chim says as he finishes plating little Hors d’œuvres, which Buck affectionately calls “Horse Divorce” and you stick your tongue out at him

“You all wanted us together and now you can’t handle it” Eddie sticks his tongue out and you giggle, Chimney throws a tiny piece of salmon at you and you shriek, dodging it and shoving Eddie in the way. Eddie’s mouth drops open and he picks up the little piece, trying to throw it at you as you run out of the kitchen to find Bobby to see what he needs you to do.

“So have you guys… you know…” Chimney asks Eddie as they set out more champagne glasses together and Eddie freezes

Okay that took a 180°

“Are you seriously asking me that?” Eddie looks at him, a deep blush on his cheeks

“Hey, I’m just asking the real questions, okay? We just have a bet on when you guys are gonna do it and I want to know if I’m winning”

“You guys bet on our first time?!”

“So you have?” Hen asks as she walks in, her arm around Karen’s waist

“Oh my god- No. No, we haven’t… we keep like… almost? Doing it? And each time we’re interrupted or… it’s just not the right time. Which brings up the real question which is when is the right time?”

“You’ll know when it is Eddie” Karen smiles softly “Why are you two thinking about it so much?”

Eddie sighs and wipes off one of the glasses with a towel. Chimney leans against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest, this has definitely turned into a mini therapy/ advice session.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. I just… I get so in my head you know?? What if I’m not good at it?? What if she fakes it? Oh god what if she has to fake an orgasm”

“Okay, pump the brakes. We’ve all had to fake it once or twice Eddie, it’s not gonna happen each time” Hen reassures him, rubbing his arm

“Sometimes it’s nice just to be with the person you love” Chimney adds and Eddie rears back a little, scoffing

“Okay- no- I- I don’t love her just yet. We just got together!”

Chimney's mouth falls open and Hen groans loudly, throwing her hands in the air

“First the “we’re just friends” Now you’re denying you’re in love?!!”

“Hen you know me, I don’t. I don’t fall in love. I mean don’t get me wrong I like Y/N! I really really like her! I wouldn’t mind you know spending an…. An undetermined amount of time with her”

“Did you seriously just say til death do you part” Karen starts helping set up the champagne glasses because Chimney has full-on left the kitchen to go find Maddie and rant to her about this

“You’re all way too involved in my love life” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head

“Your “what” life Eddie?” Hen asks and he rolls his eyes

Buck comes in a few minutes later as they’re all chatting about nothing

“You ready to square up?” Buck asks as he walks in, rolling his sleeves up and undoing his tie

“What? Why??”

“Because a little damn birdy told me that a certain dumbass doesn’t think he’s in love. I did not watch you two idiots pine for months only for you to get together and say haha we’re not in love”

“So.” Buck drops his tie on the counter “Square the fuck up, Diaz”

“Why is Buck staring at you like he wants to kill you?”

You’re standing a bit hidden away from the party as Buck glares at the back of Eddie’s head. It’s been a couple of hours since you got there and things are in full swing. There’s lots of laughter and loud voices and you’re starting to get a little overwhelmed. He turns around for a second, smiling at Buck as widely as he can and then going back to you

“Uhhh it’s nothing” He rubs your arms while leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours “You doin' okay?”

You smile softly, shrugging “S’pose so…but maybe-“

“You wanna go for a walk around the block? Take a little break?” His voice is so cute and so soft with the way he asks you and you blush

“Took the words right outta my mouth”

“Go out front, I’m gonna let Bobby know where we’re going”

You do as he says, going to Buck first to let him know too who growls a “whatever” at you, which just makes you snort over whatever the hell those two have gotten into now and go outside.

It’s 10 times quieter already, and definitely cooler now that the sun has set. The front door opens and Eddie comes out, shutting it behind him

He looks really handsome at this time of night.

He looks really handsome at any time of day really.

He reaches out for your hand “Shall we? Gorgeous” you blush as you accept his hand and he leads you off down the path to the sidewalk

“I was just thinking about how good you look right now, what a coincidence” You joke and he smirks, pulling you into his side and putting his arm over your shoulders. You cuddle into his side, wrapping your arm around his waist and putting your hand on his chest as you walk together

Intimacy is nice when you’re dating.

Dating.

Finally,

“We’re like, the sexiest couple ever I can see why you’d be thinking about how good I look, look even better with you on my arm” Eddie jokes and you giggle before pulling away from him suddenly to skip forward a little and kick a rock

“You feelin' any better? Know we can’t go home yet… so hopefully this is okay'' He watches you, kicking along your rock, and smiles a little

You’re cute he’ll give you that

“Yeah kinda, man they sure know a lot of people”

“I’ll say…” he steps forward a little faster than you and kicks the rock and you chase after it, kicking it again. You spend the next few minutes, taking turns kicking the rock down the sidewalk together, you hold hands, pulling the other ahead as you go

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Eddie asks as he takes his turn and you nod, happily coming to the rock

“We’re-“ He kicks it “ We’re like-“ kick

“Not in love right?”

You kick it a little further this time, stopping when he tries to pull you with him. You stare at him, and he gulps quietly, stopping in his tracks

Maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase it and why does it make him feel all gross inside to even say it

“I mean-“ You start, awkwardly gesturing as you let go of his hand and he feels that loss of contact

“Isn’t it a bit soon to be asking that??”

Oh, thank god you were on the same page.

The same. Stupid. Freaking. Page.

“That’s what I was saying!!” Eddie sounds so relieved when he says “How could we know?! We just got together!!”

“Exactly!!” You practically shout and he steps back over to you, cupping your face and kissing you playfully

“I mean of course I love you, you're my best friend! But like I don’t know if I love you you know what I mean”

“I know exactly what you mean!” You sound just as relieved as he does

And somewhere, in the distance, Buck feels a chill up his spine. Another six months of insanity. He almost crushes his champagne glass in his hand.

You and Eddie continue kicking your rock, like two happy little lovesick idiots. You kick it down the sidewalk, holding hands again, giggling and talking about just different things, and all the way back up as you head back to the party. Once you get to the bottom of the driveway you grab the rock and stuff it in Eddie’s pocket

“Keep Jorge safe please”

“You named it?” He chuckles as he pulls you into the house again, the party is still loud but it’s not like it was. You feel better now, a moment alone with Eddie was all you needed.

Pretty much all you ever need really.

Eddie avoids Buck for a good hour or so before Bobby legitimately grabs them by the ears and drags them into the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on” he puts his hands on his hips. “You’re making everyone uncomfortable!”

“We are not!!” They say in unison before glaring at each other

“You are. This is my anniversary and I’m not letting your frosty asses ruin it. Now tell me what happened”

“Eddie doESn’T lOVe Y/N” Buck says in a stupid voice and Eddie nearly shoves him

“Are you kidding me?” Bobby says under his breath

“We aren’t ready to take that step!! We just got together like a week ago!”

“No! You got to- dad?!?!” Buck gestures at Eddie and Bobby sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose

“Buck, Evan. You cannot force your dumbass of a brother-“

“Hey!”

“To admit he’s clearly in love-”

“Oh my god I’m-“

“And Edmundo. You can’t be mad at Buck for wanting the best for you and his cousin. He loves you both more than anything and just wants to see you together okay? Now come on, let’s hug it out”

“No I hate him” Buck turns away from Eddie with his arms crossed

“Are you actually fucking five” Eddie growls turning away from Buck and Bobby turns them both back to each other

“Hug and makeup or you’re both on dish duty for the next three months. And then? Bathroom duty for another three”

“Bestie!” Buck opens his arms

“Brother!” Eddie hugs him tightly

Buck does actually hug him back, sighing into his shoulder and Eddie sighs back.

“Bestie” he mumbles and Buck nods

“Brothers”

Bobby steers them back towards the party, and their making up leads to your being left alone on a couch with one leg crossed over the other as you sip a glass of champagne, watching them definitely get drunk and become the life of the party. You set your glass down opting for water now because it’s very clear you’ll be driving home tonight

“Mind if I sit there?”

A tall… very tall. The man asks about the couch cushion next to you and you shrug, patting it. If he’s at Bobby and Athena’s party he’s definitely okay.

“Tommy” He offers his hand and you smile, shaking it

“Y/N!”

His eyes light up for a minute, and he nods slowly “Oh! It’s nice to meet you… you’re..? Buck’s cousin right?”

“That’s me” You turn to him a little and he puts his arm around the back of the couch. He seems pretty chill actually, even if his sheer size is a bit intimidating. He doesn’t really give off that he’s trying to pick you up.

“So where have you been hiding all party?” You giggle a little “Because I’m sorry but you’re kinda hard to miss!” He chuckles and nods along with you

“I actually just got here a little bit ago, work kept me late”

“Oh, where do you work?”

“Ah… used to be at the 118” he smiles “Old friend of Bobby’s”

“Another firefighter” you giggle “I should have known”

“Actually I’m a pilot right now for the LAFD”

Your mouth drops open and he chuckles a little, there’s the Buckley resemblance

“That’s the coolest thing ever!!!”

“Why thank you, little lady”

“Baby!! Baby pay attention to me!!” Eddie waves to get your attention and you look over at him, you’re not even sure when his shirt got opened but it did.

Not that you’re complaining

“It’s our favorite!!” He yells and you snort

“I’m listening!! Go!”

“Spice up Your Life” by the Spice Girls blares through the speakers as Eddie and Buck sing along, dancing together and everyone cheers for them. Every time Buck points the mic at you, you scream the backups for them.

Tommy leans over, sipping his drink to hide his laughter

“Do they?…”

“Have an entire choreographed dance? Yes”

Tommy offers to drive you guys home and you eagerly accept his help. He easily holds Buck and Eddie up, the three of them staggering down the walkway slowly as you run ahead and open up the car doors. He hands you Eddie who you try to get buckled in the front seat but he wants to get handsy. He keeps pulling your hands away and kissing them, kissing down your arms and pulling you into him to kiss your neck

“Eddie, baby come on- no- no put your hands down baby” You’re giggling your way through it as he’s whining and reaching for you.

Tommy is not having much luck either and your eyes go wide, as you peek over to the side like…hold up watchu mean he too is having a hard time uhh??

“You wanna switch?” You sigh as you give up and Tommy chuckles, stepping back

“Definitely”

You go to the backseat and Buck is pouting, refusing to sit up in the seat

“Hi” you poke his thigh and he looks over at you “It’s meeee,” you say in a singsong voice and he looks away from you

“Come on, Bucky bear. You gotta get your seatbelt on”

He relaxes his arms, letting out a breath as he laughs

“Jesus, you haven’t called me that since we were kids”

“Did it work?” You smirk and he smiles sitting up and swaying right into your arms and almost toppling over out of the car. You yelp and push him back in so he’s sitting up.

You can hear the radio turning on and off, and the air conditioning turning on for a moment. Buck needed to get his car checked out, and he was not gonna be happy considering how new it was.

“Yeah it worked” He pats your head lovingly as you buckle him in and he places a little kiss on your forehead

“I love you, Y/N I hope you know that”

“Of course, I know that” You smile at him softly “I love you too Bucky Bear”

The passenger side of the car door opens and Tommy is literally carrying Eddie. He sets him in back and you cover your mouth with both hands as you try not to laugh

“Trust me when I tell you, he does not need to sit up front”

He gets him buckled in and you both get in the front, Tommy helps you in and closes your door, coming around the front of the car to get in

“He’s such a gentleman” Buck sighs dreamily and Eddie laughs at him, singing “Buck and Tommy sitting in a tree” Buck shushes him so loudly, shaking him and trying to get him to shut up

“What are you guys doing??” Tommy asks as soon as he opens the door

“Nothing!” They both stop, Buck's hands still around Eddie’s neck and Eddie’s hands on his arms

“Yeah…okay” he gets in the car and starts adjusting things for himself and even you have to fix a couple of things

“Eddie was messing with stuff wasn’t he”

“Yup”

“Snitch!” Eddie pouts from the backseat and you laugh as you finish putting things back in order.

“Oh, what about your car?” You ask and Tommy shrugs “I can get it tomorrow. Let’s just get you home”

Tommy is literally the sweetest person in the entire world and you’re convinced you’ll never meet anyone nicer than he is.

He stops at Mcdonald's and gets “the children” chicken nugget meals to try and sober them up a bit which both men devour, you however devour yours like a lady and both Buck and Eddie steal a couple of your nuggets each, you watch Bucks hand creep around the seat and after the fourth time slapping his hand away you just hold it up to him to “steal”

Tommy gives you one of his cheeseburgers.

It’s almost two in the morning by the time you reach Eddie’s house and Tommy helps you bring him in. He’s mostly quiet now, it’s not stopping his raging hard-on, but he’s more coherent now and even thanks Tommy for making sure you got home safe

“Do you want me to come with you? I can help” you offer as you stand at the door and he shakes his head

“No- no you get to bed, honey. I can take him home and get him into bed”

You hug Tommy, squeezing him a bit tightly

“Thanks for everything, maybe we can have coffee one day!”

“I’ll have Bobby give me your number, I’d love that” he hugs you back and pets your hair nicely before turning to leave.

You watch as he drives away, Giving him a little wave and shutting the door. You shut off all the lights and head back to Eddie’s room to get ready for bed

There was a reason, that Eddie always pinned you to the bed, grinding down on you and watching that pretty face of yours twist in pleasure

He just wished he’d remembered it sooner, but his brain was still a bit foggy.

He can barely look at you, your dress is trapped around your waist, hiked up and pulled down at the same time. You’ve even still got your heels on and that is something he really… really likes.

He can’t remember how it even started. He's so delirious by the way you’re on top of him, rocking your hips down on his cock. He doesn’t even remember when he took off his pants (Tommy took them off earlier for him before he absolutely peed them and made a mess for you)

Okay, so it started with you jokingly asking for help removing your boob tape, and then… then somehow your nipple ended up in his mouth as he pinned you to the sink. And he’s sure that he had you right there, putting you up on it and rolling his tongue around the hard little nub

Right okay, and then he picked you up and brought you into the bedroom where he did have you on your back! Enjoying your soft little mewls and the way you ran your fingers through his hair.

So when…?

Oh.

Oh yeah.

He bit down and you cried out, bucking your hips into his, and then you started whining, pleading, and panting for any sort of friction… and he made the stupid mistake of not giving it to you, teasing you even.

So you pushed him away, getting up and pulling him by his tie onto the bed and that got him good and he was putty in your hands as he watched you frantically hike your dress up over your hips and push him down on the bed, climbing on top of him.

He couldn’t help his hands automatically finding your hips and grinding you down on him. He should have flipped you, he knows now he really should have. But how could he when you leaned forward, capturing his lips and taking off his tie? Kissing his neck and his jaw as you unbuttoned his shirt. His hands left your hips long enough to pull the shirt off his arms

He should have known better, and he was an idiot for drinking that much. The second you planted your hands firmly on his strong, bare chest and rolled your hips achingly slow.

He’s never seen you look so damn pretty.

“Take your dress off”

It’s more of a plead than a demand because if you get off of him right now he can last more than two minutes. You look down at him and he looks absolutely blissed out

Oh so this is what he always sees from this angle, no wonder he likes to pin you. You give him his brief little respite and slide off of him for a moment walking over to the closet and shimmying your dress down, you go to pull off your heels and he stops you

“Keep them on?”

He could have added at least 15 more seconds had he let you take them off…

But what’s 15 more seconds gonna do if he only lasts three minutes? He might as well fully enjoy himself. You walk back towards the bed slowly, seductively. Your heels click with every step and he gulps quietly

Hell he could finish right now hands-free

You climb back onto the bed, straddling his hips and settling down on him. He’s rock hard underneath you and you giggle, grinding your hips a couple of times to tease him

“You better quit it or I’m definitely not gonna make it” His voice is so raspy and strained

“You know it’s kind of a compliment, I turn you on so much you can’t last longer than a couple minutes” You lean forward, placing your palm on top of your hand and laying your head on them. You tease him, rolling your hips in little circles, and his breath hitches

“Bet you wanna see me ride it” you whisper and his hips buck up against yours

“More than anything” he moans while grinding his cock up against you

“Too bad we agreed… no sex..” your voice trails off and he stops, raising an eyebrow

“Why did we agree to that again?”

“Fuck if I know right now” you sigh, honestly thinking hard about it and his hands get tighter on your hips as he ruts into you, he’s so desperate for you and you’re just laying there toying with him, twirling your finger around a strand of his hair

He stops your hips, looking into your eyes, and bites his lip

“You tell me to fuck you and I will sweetheart”

You sit up again, wobbling a little before steadying yourself and you can’t help it, grabbing his hands from your hips and placing them right onto your chest. He sits up with you now, grinning wickedly and massaging your tits for a second. They’re so warm and heavy in his hands, he feels his cock twitch as he strokes his hand over them, pulling them together and admiring them like they’re a perfect work of art

And oh boy are they

He presses his face into them now and you snort, holding his head to your chest. He places sloppy kisses all over them before taking your nipple into his mouth again, moaning around it while his tongue circles your hard little nub. He places his hand on your lower back and pulls you down with him so he’s lying on his back again

“Eddie I’m gonna smother you” you giggle as he keeps sucking, his hand caressing your other breast and pinching your nipple

“Fuck, please do baby girl. I don’t need to breathe when I’ve got you like this”

“There’s something I haven’t told you” You whisper and he doesn’t care what it is, do you have a tail? He could work with that. Maybe you secretly have a twin, and right now in this raunchy moment he could really work with that

“What’s that hm? Waited until I got nice and pussy drunk huh? Well, that hardly seems fair…”

He switches nipples now, rubbing the other between his fingers as he sucks on his one, he absolutely plans on leaving hickeys all over your perfect breasts

“I’m not ready,” you say quietly, and he looks up at you, lewdly sucking on your tits

“That’s fine,” he says seriously, pulling away for a second. “I am… very content with this”

“I don’t want to be half drunk f-for my first time”

He nods slowly and smiles “Yea I understand baby our first time is important to us”

“No Eddie- my first time.”

Oh?

…Ohhh…

Shit. That’s hot.

Eddie can see the clear uneasiness on your face and he just shrugs, going right back to what he was doing

“Okay, I’ll be slow when we do baby girl” Is all he says, like it doesn’t really mean anything to him at this moment, and like he said, he’s perfectly content with what you’re doing

“Y-you’re not mad?” He can feel your hips twitch a little, like they’re itching to move again and he gladly helps you with this, putting his hand on your hip and coaxing it along to those deep rolls he likes so much

“Why the hell would I be mad? I get to be my girlfriend’s first time, sounds fun to me” You feel his lips moving against your tits as he talks like he doesn’t want to part from you even to reassure you.

“Just wanna know how you got so good at this” he taps your hips and you blush deeply, getting back into the rhythm of things

“P-pillows” you say quietly and he groans, bucking his hips against yours

“Oh honey, we’re using this to our advantage”

Eddie listens to your moans- your virgin moans. You know he never would have guessed it? But this brings a whole new can of worms to your first time together… and he knows he can handle himself, he knows he can go slowly. He just doesn’t know if he’s gonna be able to last.

It’s a privilege to be your first time really, someone so pretty, so smart, so gorgeous…and you’re all his.

What a lucky man he is.

He doesn’t realize he zoned out, ironically thinking about your first time together until he hears that soft little pant of his name,

“Eddie, oh god, Eddie” You cry and he loses it, fuck he wanted to last longer but how could he when he’s watching your tits bounce in his face and you’re saying his name like a mantra while your body shakes as you’re cumming over his cock. He feels your hips speed up and he matches your pace with his own, moaning your name.

“Fuck baby fuck just like that” He gasps, his breaths ragged as he feels your clit slide up and down his cock

Oh, he can see it now. He’s going to enjoy showing you just how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life.

#words by rhys #911 x reader #eddie diaz #rhys writes #eddie diaz x reader #911 fox #strawberries and cream #911 show #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #athena grant #bobby nash #chimney han #howie han #howie chimney han #hen wilson #karen wilson

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chatsurie · 20 days ago

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No good deed goes unpunished

Ran x reader

She could see her breath in the air, drawing her coat even closer around her body as she left the hospital.

The shift had been gruelling and the knowledge of having to check her bank account sounded ghastly. The idea to buy herself groceries without checking the balance however seemed like the worst idea of all. Followed by the idea of studying Med. Residency was literally dragging her through the mud. The soles of her feet ached as she made her way down the hill. Why there wasn't any public transports at this hour anymore would be a question forever remaining unanswered. She really should have taken the bike even if the idea of driving up the hill to the hospital in the morning had sounded like a nightmare.

Yawning, the young woman started searching for her earphones that were somewhere in her bag. Fuck she just wanted to eat, take a hot shower and fall face first into her bed. Maybe she'd even be able to scrounge up enough money at the end of the month to afford a massage? Treating herself sounded like a dream.

She had just put her first earphone in as she walked by the badly lit alley. It was the sole reason why she had even heard it in the first place, rudely shoving every thought out of her head.

Halting and putting the earphones back inside their case she listened once more.

That sounded like a groan. A pained one too.

Glancing inside the alleyway she tried to make out anything inside the dark. As her eyes slowly accustomed to it she started to be able to make out a figure. It seemed like it was leaning against the left wall just out of the way of the only dimly lit street light.

Biting her lip she considered her options. She could just keep walking. She could get home, make herself the instant noodles she had decided would be enough for today and head to bed.

She wouldn't be able to sleep though, would she? There would be this nagging voice inside her head asking if they had been injured, maybe needed help?

But in today's day and age everyone had a phone. So they could probably call an ambulance themselves if it was that bad, right?

Nodding to herself she took the first step away from the sound only to stop again.

There were many reasons someone wouldn't be able to use their phone.

She'd also swear an oath to either help or do no harm. If she were to leave now she wouldn't just not help, she'd very much be not helping them. Even as a citizen she had the duty to do first aid to the best of her ability and call an ambulance if need be.

Sighing to herself she turned on her heel and walked down the street with purpose.

The uncharacteristic sound of two distinct clicks made her stop shortly. What was that? Gulping she took another smaller step until she stood under the light of the lamp. And from there she could see the predicament she had just gotten herself into.

She should have gone home.

On the wall in front of her there was a man leaning against it. Even though he was slightly crumbled into himself she could tell that he was tall. His legs were strewn in front of him dressed in an expensive looking pair of violet trousers. One of his hands was pressed into his side, the white dress shirt turning dark around his fingers.

Before she could come closer something shiny in his other hand that laid on the floor drew her attention.

That was a gun.

Fuck. That was a gun.

She had never seen a real life gun in her life before.

Her eyes shot up to look at his face for the first time.

His hair was a weird mess of lilac and black and his eyes half closed and yet sharp could probably be described as bedroom eyes. All in all he did not look like a police officer even in the slightest. She was pretty sure they weren't even allowed to have dyed hair.

He was starting at her. Had he been staring this whole time?

“What can I help you with, Doll?” His voice was rough and there was a lazy lilt in it. His hair previously probably pushed back with gel was falling into his eyes.

She had never seen this cruel looking eyes.

Should she really help him?

Fucking hell he looked like a gangster, talked like a gangster, he probably was a gangster. Before she could think herself into a frenzy she bored the nail of her middle finger harshly into the flesh of her thumb. In the end it wasn't her decision any more. She had found him and now she had to help him. End of story.

“I think the better question is how I can help you.” She finally told him putting on her brave face while slowly coming closer

She could see him draw up one perfectly plucked eyebrow as she kneeled next to him.

The young woman told him her name, easily falling back into the routine she knew thanks to her time in residency. The Autopilot was on at last as she carefully pulled his hand away “I'll try and see what I can do here. You probably should go to a doctor though.”

“What,” he asked, an amused air to his tone “you a nurse or something?”

“I'm a doctor in training. So please, let me have a look.”

She could feel his eyes looking her up and down. “Try anything and I'll kill you.” He said with a short nod to the gun in his hand before letting her proceed.

Now wasn't that just nice. Why had she given him her name again?

As she forced her tired bones to get to work she could feel his gaze on her the whole time. It was unnerving. Would he kill her if she snapped at him to look literally anywhere else?

“Ya know if all Doctors looked like this I'd probably visit the hospital more.”

She didn't react to his words. Similar things were often said and frankly she had stopped caring a long while ago. Instead she focused her attention on his side. She'd need to cut away from the shirt. And by the looks of it get the bullet out before she'd have to stop the bleeding. That would hurt.

“I can only do so much from here. I don't have anything to stitch you up, but I can get the bullet out. Do you have someone you can call to pick you up?”

“Lost my phone somewhere between getting shot and crashing here, I'm afraid.”

How could he sound this nonchalant? God what was wrong with him? That stupid lilt was starting to drive her insane and not in the good way either.

“Alright,” she sighed, “is there someone I can call then?”

At that he grinned. “Atta girl. Gimme your phone and do what you gotta, Doll.”

“Could you stop with the nicknames? I did tell you my name.” She finally grumbled as she got to work after handing him her phone. If there was one thing she couldn't stand it were nicknames given by strangers.

“Must have escaped my notice. You know, being shot and all.”

She did her best not to roll her eyes at him. Something told her that he was one of those people that didn't appreciate it.

“Rin, it's me.” She could hear him speak into her phone again after a short pause, “yeah, I ran into some trouble. Gonna need a pick up. Nah I'm good-”

No he would not. As she was fishing for the bullet she purposely bend her fingers just so, making him hiss in pain. This man needed an actual doctor, not just someone who wasn't even fully trained.

“Fucking hell,” he grit his teeth staring her down with an angry glare that nearly made her shudder as she went back to carefully getting the bullet, “I might need the doc on standby,” he grumbled through clenched teeth, making a smug grin appear on her lips.

“Nah don't think it's anything too serious, I was shot in the side. Just get over here.”

With that the girl could hear the beeping sound of the call disconnecting.

“You're a sadistic little bitch, aren't cha?”

Did this man not know manners? Thankfully for him she finally had a grip on the bullet and couldn't afford to retaliate. “If by sadistic you mean getting you the help you need, sure.” She instead told him this time with an eye roll.

His hand shot around her chin tipping her head up.

“Do you actually want the bullet out-,” she started exasperated only to stop her sentence.

The look in his eyes was shooting goosebumps up her arms. She had been right. He didn't appreciate disrespect even if it was as small as rolling your eyes at him.

“You're a pretty little thing.” He mused to himself before finally letting go of her chin. There was something about the way he had said it that made her heart rate pick up. It was the most threatening thing she had heard in her life. Fuck she should have just kept walking.

As he slowly loosened his grip around her chin she could have sworn to still feel his fingers seconds after they had left her face. His grasp had been strong. Frighteningly so.

“Back to work, Doll. I'd like this bullet out once the actual doc arrives.” The smile that was back on his lips didn't betray the cruelty that had shown through his eyes just seconds ago.

Gritting her teeth she forced her eyes away from his and back to the gaping wound. How could one man be this infuriating?

“There.” She said with finality in her voice as she showed him the bloody bullet. “I'll dress it up now, but your doc will have to do the actual work. I'll need you to sit up a bit so I can take off your jacket and shirt.”

“What,” he asked jokingly, while sitting up with her help, “not even gonna ask me out to dinner first?”

Closing her eyes for a second she breathed out through her nose. Yeah, she walked straight into that one.

As she started unbuttoning his shirt she did her best to let her eyes not wander on the tattoo on his neck. It seemed familiar and something in her gut told her she wouldn't want to know, that if she did remember it would probably be over for her. It apparently wasn't the only tattoo this man had, she realized the more she could see of his chest.

It was a pretty ches- NO. That was weird, she was not going there.

Finally finished with the buttons she ripped her eyes away from him busying herself to find something inside her back she could use as dressing. Maybe if she cut up her work clothes? That could work.

And during the whole process she could feel his eyes on her. Fuck, she'd kill him herself if they ended up haunting her in her sleep.

“How many years of training do you still have left?” He suddenly asked when she was back to leaning above him.

How was this man still talking? She should have duct taped his mouth.

“About six months, then I'm taking my finals,” she told him absent-mindedly finally tying the rest of what was once her uniform around his lower abdomen. And pulling his shirt up his shoulders once more.

“There you go. Will you be fine on your own until your friends are coming?”

The man leaned back. “What, not helping me get to the car?”

Finally out of his reach she rolled her eyes at him, feeling the slightest bit defiant. “Don't push it,” she told him clearly, gathering up the rest of her things.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” He asked mockingly after she had already turned away from him.

Frowning she turned back around and sighed at the sight of him waving her phone around.

Just as she leaned down to him to take her phone, the hand currently not holding it snaked around her wrist lightning fast pulling her even further down until she was back to kneeling next to him.

“You're a feisty little thing. You really should be careful. It might get you into trouble with people that are less forgiving than me.”

Something told her that forgiveness wasn't something he was good at.

With that he finally let go of her and her phone. She scrambled to get away from him.

“Well, I'll see you around, Doll.”

His words send a shiver down her spine. No he would not see her around. Frankly this man scared her. Shit why had she told him her name?

His chuckle at her hurried exit would probably follow her into her nightmares tonight.

The young woman had done her best to forget about the man's existence once she had closed the door to her room and had fallen into bed.

The epiphany about why the tattoo on his neck had seemed familiar came to her one morning before she would have to head to work. She was munching on a piece of bread with strawberry jam, reading the news when she stumbled across the article.

Organised crime.

A syndicate named Bonten.

And the executives all seemed to have the same damn tattoo.

The tattoo that that Man had worn proudly on his neck.

Fucking hell. She had helped a Gangster.

The jam turned to ash in her mouth, the bread suddenly too dry as she reached for her glass of water. The vitamin D tablet she usually took with it long forgotten as she gulped it down.

What would happen now? Would he come back? Surely not if she simply remained quiet. No police, no frantic actions, no nothing. She'd just have to go about her days in peace and forget, correct?

Sadly, the man seemingly didn't want to be forgotten.

It took a week for them to meet again. It had been after a grocery haul after her morning shift, since her fridge was once again close to empty and going out to dinner wasn't an option. She had planned to pour over her textbooks while eating after all.

As she walked down the hall to her apartment, she realised that her front door was open. It made her seize up before arguing with herself that she had been so tired in the morning she had probably just forgotten about closing it correctly – it wouldn't be the first time after all – and if a poor sod actually had broken in, then maybe he could help her find something valuable. So, chuckling at herself she simply thanked God for being able to kick her door open further without having to set down her grocery bags and get her keys out.

The woman only stopped in shock, after looking inside the kitchen and finding a suited man stuck with his head in her fridge rummaging around in it. Before she could decide what her next step would be, probably throwing the groceries into his face and making a run for it, the man turned around and she could see who it was.

The man from the alley. This time no injury, just a grating smile on his far too attractive face.

He had found her.

He had made an effort to search for her.

If that wasn't unsettling, she didn't know what was.

“You brought food,” He called out as if had been waiting for her, “I was getting kinda worried looking at your fridge, you really shouldn't make financial cuts when it comes to food. You already look like I could break your neck with one hand.”

Staring at him she wasn't quite sure how to react. Surely to throw the frozen fish at him would buy her some time, right?

“No need to get defensive,” the man spoke again, while leaning against her small kitchen isle, a cup next to him that she was sure she hadn't used the past days.

“I've come to give you my thanks, doll. You see apparently I was in a tight spot and you really helped me out.”

One brow drawn up she slowly nodded at him, her face slowly loosing all it's previous colour from the walk up to her apartment. “Yeah sure,” she started haltingly, “no problem. Get out now, please? I have a lot to do.”

The man sighed. “I was never received this coldly by someone I didn't hurt. Makes a guy feel a bit special ya know? The name's Ran. Pleasure to meet you properly, doll.”

He was one of those then. One of those overly friendly men you should steer clear off. How would she get him out of her apartment?

“As I've said before,” she started again this time through gritted teeth trying to the best of her abilities to remain civil and not like the deer in headlights she felt like, “it wasn't a problem. Now if you could,” her head moved, signalling to the front door, “please?”

Ran sighed, before she watched his hand go into the pockets of his pants. He looked out of place in his expensive wear and something about it made the young woman feel self-conscious.

She watched, as the man – Ran, pulled out his wallet and started counting out a few notes.

“This should be alright for compensation and keeping as quiet as you have the past weeks, yes?” There was something in his eyes as he put the money on the table. A glimmer. He seemed to find sadistic joy in her worried state.

Gulping down the lump in her throat she didn't take her eyes off him as she nodded.

“My god, you're absolutely adorable. Maybe I should keep you. Call me if you're interested in a date.” With that he left the house, leaving her breathless after he had walked by her far too close making her aware of every muscle moving and letting her catch a whiff of his perfume. Surely something disgustingly expensive too.

Her body was shaking by the time she heard the door close behind him and she finally allowed herself to move into the kitchen and put the groceries on the isle.

Next to the money.

Well, hush money.

Holy shit, that was hush money.

Fuck, what had she gotten into?

How could a man look so much like a panther waiting to pounce on its prey.

She nearly overlooked the piece of paper with a number written on it – his handwriting was apparently appalling, as she went to throw the money away not even bothering to look at how much it was.

If she would have had any inclination to meet him again she probably would have kept it to throw back into his face – though that might be seen as an offence so that probably wouldn't be the wisest thing to do - but since that wasn't the plan the bin it was.

Right along with his number.

If she had to see that disgusting smile again in her death it would still be too early.

That night she put her textbooks onto the coffee table in her living room instead of the kitchen table since she had caught herself throwing glances at the bin, as if that would make him appear out of thin air again. It had reached a point where she had actually brought the paper bin outside only to feel guilty right before throwing the money away.

Someone could probably use that, right? That was the money's chance to finally do something not bloody. Maybe she'd just give it to the next homeless person she saw? Maybe a shelter? Throwing it away out of spite though felt wrong. And so, the only thing actually landing in the trash was his number – good riddance to that – the money on the other hand was now sitting once more on the fucking counter making it impossible to concentrate which is why she then moved her study sesh one room over. The coffee table was too low. Her back would ache in the morning but everything was better than constantly throwing glances that way.

That night, as she laid in bed the clock nearing one am, then two, she realized that she'd need a new lock. She didn't feel safe anymore. There was something particularly intrusive about knowing he had stood inside her kitchen, searched through her fridge and drunken her coffee.

That night she had dreamed of running through the darkness, while a far too familiar grin stalked after her. She woke up just as long lithe fingers found their way around her neck burning her skin.

Abandoning every thought about him, had worked for about two more weeks – work and Uni doing everything they could to remind her of her very real responsibilities, until she had come home from dinner with a friend the Monday after it had been the clean the flat weekend.

It was an important detail because after having pulled of her heels from blistered feet she had walked into her living room intending to fold the laundry that was still left over while watching a show and letting the day finish with a glass of cheap wine – she had recently started to drink a bit more wine at night, it kept the nightmares at bay, but that was a problem for after exams – it was an important detail because on her freshly cleaned couch there was a dead guy who was ruining it with his blood.

There was a dead guy in her fucking apartment.

Bleeding onto her clean carpet.

Pinching herself she tried to make sense of the scene.

“And here I'd thought you'd come home too late. Put this man back together will you?” Her head shot up at the sadly recognisable voice.

That had to be a joke, right? It could not be that asshole sitting on her living room chair having the gall to look like he belonged there.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed between her teeth.

One of his infuriatingly perfect brows rose a bit as he looked at her. She swore his eyes were telling her that she was stupid.

“Guy on your couch. Fix him up for me, sweetheart.” He repeated himself once more.

Rubbing her temple with her index finger she looked at the man on her couch.

“As much blood as he is leaving on my leather couch, might I add, I doubt he is still alive. And don't you have a fucking doctor for that? How dare you just come to me with this shit. I want nothing to do with you!”

Ran chuckled. “See and that's why I like you. So much bite. As your luck has it, that is our doc. Or better yet it was. You see he did some stupid things and now one of my colleagues had to squeeze him just a little bit for answers. So, fix. Him. Up.” The last part of his sentence came out in a bite.

What the fuck was wrong with this man?!

Cautiously the doctor still in training made her way over to the body. How was she supposed to fix that? Why was she even fucking fixing it. That man was not her fucking problem!

“You do know I'm not a hospital or an actual doctor yet, right?” Maybe reminding him would help? Fuck, why was she not less competent? She should have let him out to bleed to death that night

Ran simply shrugged, “Call it hands on practice then.”

Sighing she got to looking at the man bleeding out in front of her. Sure. Hands on Practice. Because that was just absolutely fucking normal. It was absolutely normal to have a man bleeding out on her own couch. And it was absolutely normal to call that hands on practice.

As she got to work, she realized with shame that her hands were shaking the same way they did back that night in that alley.

Oh she should have just kept going. She should have ignored ever hearing his damn pained voice.

Instead of doing all the sensible things though she made stock of the damage and made a list inside her head what she had to do.

“You know,” Ran interrupted the silence, “ you really gotta learn how to feed yourself. I'm pretty sure you've gotten thinner in the time I last saw you which is an absolute shame might I add? What have you used the money on I gave you?”

What was his obsession with her eating habits?!

“I'm concentrating here!” She snapped at him, damn all the consequences, right? After all he did want something from her.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the lazy grin stretching out his mouth further as his hands went up in mock surrender.

“Of course, Princess. I forgot you're very much still in training. Take your time. Maybe not too much though. Don't think you're able to explain a dead person in your living room to the police, right?”

With that she could see him leaving the room only to hear him rummaging around in another room.

What the fuck was wrong with him.

Fucking hell. First thing she'd do once he left was find another flat. Maybe change her name too.

Two hours later she collapsed next to the couch. She had done everything she could. The worst should be over. Looking down she realized that there was blood on her blouse.

Her favourite blouse.

It was a beige blouse.

There was blood on the leather of the couch. And some on the carpet. It was a green one.

And now there was blood on it.

And on her blouse.

It had been a present from a friend.

And now there were ugly red splotches on it.

For some reason that was what made her cry.

It was three in the morning just the weekend after she had cleaned and mopped her whole flat, washed down the windows had gotten the flowers rearranged and now there was blood on her and on the carpet and on her leather couch.

Everything was ruined.

And there was exactly one person to blame for this situation.

Before she could start to think, because she evidently wasn't, she had jumped up from her position on the floor and stormed into the kitchen where Ran was leaning against the counter.

“”How dare you!” She screamed, with a finger raised at him. “Who do you think you are? You can't just, just storm into my life, break into my flat, deposit a man on my fucking couch and then then,” she stopped for a short second only now realizing that he was again holding a cup in his hand, partially raised to his lips as he looked down on her with this, this, this disgusting self satisfied smirk on his lips. “ You are drinking my coffee?” She asked, voice low, “you are fucking drinking my coffee?! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She had evidently lost all her brain cells as she reached out to grab it from him only for her hand to be intercepted by his, the satisfaction that was once on his face had vanished and in it's place there was Nothing.

His face was void of any and every kind of emotion. She didn't know what he was thinking. It was such a stark contrast that she didn't even try to get her wrist out of his hand.

He held eye contact when he took a sip from the coffee and he held eye contact when he put the cup down.

Only then, did he begin to speak once more.

“Now then. I know you're young. What 25, 26? Something like that. So I will disregard the blatant disrespect just now, if you apologize. Have I made myself clear?”

Gulping she tried taking a step backwards only to be roughly pulled back by her wrist still encircled in those awful fingers.

He clicked his tongue at her before whirling her around and slamming her against the counter. That would surely leave a bruise.

“Now,” he started again, the free hand finding the buttons to turn on the stove, “I had an extremely long day and I know you did too, so I'll be gracious and give you one last chance. Apologize for your behaviour or well.” She followed his eyes as they flickered to the slowly heating up stove.

What was he?

There was a second where his eyes flickered between the stove and her hand still pinned by his and back at the stove.

He wouldn't, right? Surely, he - “Don't try my patience.” He answered her unspoken question as if he had read her mind.

Gulping she slowly nodded.

“I'm, “she started swallowing the lump in her throat. She just had to apologize. She just had to get rid of her pride for one second and she'd be fine.

“I'm sorry.”

By the way he stared at her it was obviously not enough.

God that fucking asshole.

That fucking disgusting -

“I'm sorry for exploding like that. You're right. I'm tired it was a long day and fixing up the man must have made me emotional. I'm sorry.”

The pressure on her wrist was slowly letting up but he still hadn't let go and he was still looking at her expectantly. What did he want to hear? She had said she was sorry, she had sounded positively pathetic doing it as well.

“Sir,” he provided with that self satisfied look.

Sir? What was that supposed to-

He was kidding right?

He had to be kidding.

One look at his face made her grit her teeth. The man was actually serious. That bastard son of a bitch actually wanted her to -

The movement of her wrist slowly being turned towards the stove had her stop in her track.

She could curse him later.

“I'm sorry, Sir.” She said through gritted teeth.

Evidently it was enough, since he finally let go of her wrist. His hand instead ending up on her head in a patronizing head pat.

“See, isn't it easy to just do as your told? You know, I really don't like hurting pretty things. But I will if I have to. Remember that the next time you try disrespecting me. Alright?”

With that he turned around and left the kitchen, leaving her pressed against the kitchen counter her left hand coming too close to that fucking stove and nearly burning herself if she hadn't realised the heat coming too close.

With shivering hands she turned the stove off.

There was something seriously wrong with this man. She'd call the police and report him the minute he had left the flat. She should have done it after he had broken in the first time. Fuck the consequences. She'd have to leave the country anyways. Might as well leave a nice present for him to clean up after. It might even buy her some more time.

Trying to breath calmly she grabbed onto the counter harshly her fingers turning white with the effort of keeping herself upright. She'd collapse once there wasn't a fucking psychopath inside her flat anymore.

“You'll do well, stubborn little thing.” Ran commented as he strolled back into the kitchen the sound of additional footsteps only reaching her brain vaguely. .

No she would definitely not. She would in fact do so bad that it was the worse he had ever seen. And she didn't even know what he was talking about.

As he came closer and reached out to her she flinched back harshly only to then realise that he had once again grabbed the coffee cup.

It made him smile.

Her fear made the bastard smile.

God she wanted to kick him in his balls. She wanted to take a knife out of the stupid knife block and drive it through his stupid knee.

She watched numbly as another man dressed in a suit walked through the hallway this time with the doctor she had just patched up.

Would they torture him again? This time to kill him off for real?

“Alright,” the bastard started as he leant back against the table as the front door closed once more. She wouldn't call him anything else now, she had decided. The name fit him too well, “ you did a good job with the doc, pretty. So I'll tell you what is going to happen. Tomorrow you'll take your pretty little butt into the hospital and hand in your resignation. You'll come home after that and someone will be here to take you with them. You won't make any kinda noise about it. You'll be a good little doc and then you'll start working for us. Understood?”

God this man had lost it completely. Fuck no.

Looking at the wall behind him she nodded, not wanting to look into his eyes. He smiled at her and pat her cheek once more.

“That's what I like to hear. Well little dove, it was a pleasure doing business with you. I'll see you in the evening.”

She watched him leave. Through the front door. Like he was just a normal man.

Just as the front door closed one final time she collapsed onto the floor.

Her brain both racing and not comprehending anything at all she only knew one thing for sure.

She had to leave. She had to leave the country and never come back.

Fuck.

As the young woman was scrambling about in her flat, throwing clothes into a suitcase, she never realised that outside, Ran stood. A cigarette in his hand, head tilted up as he watched her flat light.

He was waiting. Fuck he hoped she would panic. Chasing her through a few streets would be so much fun. Maybe Sanzu actually had had a point there.

#tokyo revengers #ran x reader #yandere ran #medical inaccuracies #light threats

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mncxbe · 2 years ago

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𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 // 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

"You like me, babydoll" he'd often tease. And he was right.

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut/fluff

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: season 4 spoilers / mentions of blood

His hips were rocking back and forth at a relentless speed, fingers digging into my thighs.

"Mmm so good baby. I missed this so much" he moaned lowly.

I was laying on my back, legs wrapped around Tachihara's waist, gazing at this pretty features. His eyes were shut tight, his mouth slightly agape as he was whispering sweet nonsense. Strands of his rusty red hair were drenched in sweat.

'That's quite a sight' I thought to myself.

We first met when I joined the Black Lizard as a division commander ten months ago. My arrival was met with reluctance, but after a few weeks everyone was fond of me. Well, almost everyone. Tachihara Michizō, the angry redhead, always kept his distance. This was mostly due to the fact that I got along quite well with Gin.

There was also my ability, which allows me to manipulate my enemy's heartbeat provided I touch their blood. Naturally, people tended to avoid training with me and Tachihara was no different. Gin sometimes sparred with me but her skills in battle were way above mine so she was in no real danger.

The first three months were packed with missions and operations. But as soon as summer started it seemed that even the criminals went on vacations. Weeks passed without one single mission. I was bored beyond belief. It was on one of these days that I ended up using my ability on Tachihara.

When I walked into the empty warehouse I saw the redhead cleaning his guns.

"Hey there. Wanna spar with me?" I enquired.

My colleague didn't bother to lift his eyes from his pistols as he replied in a flat voice.

"No. Leave me alone."

"I need to blow off some steam, Tachihara. Please." I whined

The man rose to his feet, drawing a knife from his jacket.

"Okay then. Bring it on" he said as he ran towards me.

I was so taken aback by his sudden actions that I barely managed to dodge his attack. Taking my own knife, I put some distance between us, trying to form a plan.

"What? That's all you got?" he mocked with a wild grin on his lips.

We fought for a couple of good minutes. At first Tachihara went easy on me, but when he realized I wasn't an easy match, his attacks got more violent. His eyes had a feral glimmer as he gritted his teeth, desperately swinging his knife.

Eventually, his attacks got sloppier and I managed to find an opening. The blade of my short knife sliced through the fabric of his jacket, cutting his arm right above his elbow.

The redhead ceased his chaotic movement, an astonished look on his face. Blood ran down his arm staining his clothes.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry." I apologized.

I dropped my knife to the floor, running to him. "That's a lot of blood please let me-"

"No no don't~" interrupted the man but it was too late. My hands wrapped around his bleeding arm, sqeezing tightly.

He froze, his eyes shooting open. A familiar feeling took over me as I felt his rushing heartbeat in every cell of my body. Tachihara yanked his arm from my grip, taking a few steps backwards. None of us uttered a word until the rhythm of his heart returned to normal.

"Aren't you going to kill me or something?" he asked

"Why would I kill you?"

"You literally have my heart in your hands. Don't tell me that you don't want some payback for how badly I treated you"

"I actually don't" I replied confidently "All I want right now is to help you stop the bleeding. Will you let me?"

After that we met up regularly to spar after stressful days. Soon though fighting wasn't enough to release the tention so we did other stuff too. I often found myself wrapped around him, nails digging and scratching at his back like there was no tomorrow as I moaned his name in the night.

"You like me, babydoll" he'd often tease.

And he was right. Before I knew it I had fallen in love with the redhead. And the feelings were shared. Although Tachihara seems like a cold, distant person, he is the sweetest partner one could ask for. He would always look out for me and even his short temper was quite adorable. Two months and a half after we started dating he moved in.

Nothing on earth could do us apart. We decided to overcome any hardship we ever came across. That's why when he confessed to me that he was working for the Hunting Dogs, I was totally unfazed.

"Poor choice but ok." I replied, taking his hand in mine. "I guess I'll just have to quit the Mafia."

And so I left the organization, switching over to voluntary work at the ER. My ability was quite useful when it came to helping patients with heart problems.

Up to this day we continue living together at my place, going about our days as usual.

I ran my fingers over the scar on his arm, fragments of the time spent together coming to me in flashes. His thrusts grew sloppier, signaling how close he was to his release, each of his grunts and low, desperate moans only adding to the fuel.

"I'm so close Hara" I uttered between whimpers. He brought one of his hands to my belly, pressing down with his palm.

"You feel how deep I am, pretty?" His thumb drew circles on my clit. "Cum for me, dear" he added in a ragged voice.

I felt the knot in my stomach snap, my back arching as I jolted in pleasure. Tachihara's eyelids gently fluttered as he felt me tighten around his cock. After a few more thrusts he came, his warm seed filling me.

The man rested his forehead against mine. He took his time to catch his breath and then opened his eyes, his amber gaze locked with mine.

I pulled him into a deep kiss and he snaked his arms around my waist. As soon as he pulled away from the kiss, he flopped to the side.

"I love you, baby" was all he uttered before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

I watched his figure, sprawled on my bed. My fingertips made their way to his back, tracing shapes all over his skin. Then I leaned in and kissed his shoulder.

"I love you too, Hara" I whispered into his ear before falling asleep next to him.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd smut #port mafia #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #bsd x reader #tachihara smut

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rocketqueen1989x · 3 months ago

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Love to love

🤍Axl rose / reader🤍

⚠️please read the warnings before you read and if you feel uncomfortable please click off now ,thank you :3

warnings : fluff + age gap + mentions of stress + mentions of miscarrying a child + reader also has a child with Axl + mentions of arguments and having a break from partner

axl-62

y/n- 35

📍:California

⏰: 6:07pm

2023

***

Right now me , axl , our 3 year old son were in the studio

oh and slash and duff are here too

he’s currently working on a song with Michael schenker and his band.

the lyrics have been done for a couple of months but now axl is about to do the vocals , sing them and record

apparently he wrote these in February of this year and it’s now November 2023

he wrote these when me and him had a bit of a break from our marriage. we didn’t get a divorce or anything .

no no no

we just had a break and had some time apart. the reason why is because I miscarried our baby in December and we both couldn’t handle it , we were arguing a lot and the miscarriage broke axl apart

plus it wasn’t far on shiloh to see us argue like that

but we’re better than ever now. we got everything sorted just before he started the tour with guns n roses

A big smile was on my face as I watched my son ,shiloh blue rose standing at his fathers feet holding axl’s phone while watching paw patrol . his little hand was around axl’s leg as he leaned against him

Axl was talking to Michael as his hand was down on Shiloh’s head stroking his light ginger and wavy hair

his hair was getting so long. it needs cutting desperately. it’s going to his shoulders

honestly shiloh was like a mini version of axl. it’s like looking at axl when he was 3 years old

well expect from axl had shorter hair at Shiloh’s age

but their literally twins . the hair , the eyes , the face shape , the lips , the nose , his humour , his smile ,his facial expressions and his personality

literally everything was Axl. it was adorable

my eyes moved to axl and i watched his every move

He looked so handsome and beautiful

he had on a plain black shirt and some red shorts with his nike shoes on. his cross necklaces dangled from his neck and bounced on his chest every time he took a step or moved

Axl started to walk over to me and Shiloh climbed on my lap shoving axl’s phone in my face ,showing me one of his favourite cartoons off paw patrol

“I’ll be a few minutes “ axl said looking down at me before leaning down and pecking my lips softly

i smiled watching him walk away and in the booth getting ready “do you want to listen ?” Michael handed me some headphones and I nodded grabbing them with a smile

i put them on as I sat in the chair with shiloh on my lap now looking at Axl on the other side of the glass

“daddy ?” shiloh mumbled looking at me and pointing

i nodded with a smile “yeah it’s daddy” I smile happily stroking his finger hair back from his forehead. his bright blue eyes looked into mine as they got wider and softened

Shiloh turned back waving at Axl which Axl retuned with a smile making us both giggle

the intro started and I smiled looking at Axl then back down at shiloh who had his eyes on his father the whole time

that’s when axl’s voice filled my ears making me immediately look up at him through the window

“Oh it’s been too many times and I go back”

his voice sounded so good

what ?

i know he’s been having trouble with his voice lately and to be honest he’s been getting shit for it online

i mean he is 62 … he’s not going to sound like how he did 20 , 30 or 40 years ago

i smiled looking at him in thr booth ,headphones on and his eyes were closed just taking the music all in

“night bars , guitars , rundown motels like shacks “

I looked down at Shiloh and the phone was off now completely as he watched in ‘awe’

you could tell he absolutely adored his father. it was everything to me and of course Axl

“what it mounts up to i domt wanna know at all , I lost you and I need you today “

as sung the words hit me with love and a bit of sadness as I remembered he wrote these lyrics when had our couple of months away from each other

While the words flowed out of his mouth freely ,axl opened his eyes and immediately looked in my direction sending me a light smile making shiloh start waving again

I could see slash beside me out of the corner of my eye and smile softly down at Shiloh

there was little guitar and then he sun softly but more highly

“ Misty green and blue “

It sent shivers down my spine. I’ve never got this feeling ever. I can sit for hours , watch and hear him sing along to songs of his own or even other musicians and I love it

but this. it was different

i felt so raw and real

and it’s the way his eyes haven’t moved from me or shiloh in the past 40 seconds

“love to love to love you “

I felt shiloh climb up on my lap and stood up as I held him tightly. he stood up to get a better view of axl and he started to wave again

“shiloh “ I giggled softly putting his arm down making sure he doesn’t distract

he carried on singing and it was so beautiful. I felt quiet emotional which was very weird because I don’t really get emotional that quickly

“to be something, to be with you “

his eyes follwed to mine and he looked straight at me. my heart melted and it felt warm inside

it sounded so fucking good

“don’t say that you’ll never know , love to love to love you “

As it kicked in it hit more heavier and powerful

there was a long guitar part and it gave me goosebumps making me smile widely as I watched my husband

he looked so in tuned with it. Axl was nodding his head to the beat and his finger tapped on the side of his headphones while his eyes were closed just listening

soon the guitar part was over and he started to continue to see the next part

for the past 2 weeks he’s been saying to me the after the guitar solo means a lot to him and it’s very deep

nobody knows that expect from me apparently. there a big meaning behind the lyrics so hopefully I catch on what he’s talking about

I let out a nervous breath and Shiloh sat back down going back on the phone

“Half of the time it could seem funny , the other half was too sad “

mhmm. i wonder what he’s talking about

“This west bound moon they rise and fall “

i looked up at him from my lap and he was looking directly at me as he continued and began to sing the other words

i could slightly hear his rasp coming through a little

“I lost you and I need you here today, Misty green and blue , love to love to love you “

axl repeated and I gave him a little smile hue he didn’t flash me one back

he had this expression on his face that I couldn’t read it but I seen he gulped and looked away from me

i adjusted the headphones and turned it up at the side making it louder and I held them tighter to my head

“to be something , to be near you “

I looked up at him through the glass separating us and he looked at me for a split second then he closed his eyes and I felt the emotion in his voice

i could feel myself getting more and more weaker as the song went on and his voice came on again in my ears

“I don’t know where I’m goin’ to “

that right here brought tears to my eyes and I couldn’t help but let one tear roll down my cheek

“I tried and I need you to stay”

axl belted out and his rasp came out as he sung long and in an high pitched type of tone

i felt every emotion in him travel into my ears and into my body.

another tear left my eye and went down my cheek slowly but I quickly wiped it away making sure nobody saw but I’m pretty axl noticed

an hour later we left and we had to go home early because of Shiloh anyways. he was getting all whiny because it was past his bedtime

but now I was just finishing wiping down the counter tops with the cloth but that’s until I felt somebody stood behind me

i just saw the dark tall shadow loom over me but I could just tell it was axl but the the outline of his shadow gave it away anyways

I could hear his soft breaths hit the back of my neck and his long tatted arms wrapped around my waist pulling me back to his chest and he leaned his face further down to peck my cheek over and over softly

his little pecks of love warmed my heart and a big but soft smile was now painted on my face

he didn’t say anything and just continued to peck my cheek and a few seconds later he whispered

“I love you “

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gourmetjello · 10 months ago

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nikto x reader : intimidated

oh gosh loves it feels so good to be back after such a long break! i’m sorry i disappeared for over a month. sickness, late trainings, writer’s block, studying and barely hanging on by a thread took a toll on me but i’ll try to be back ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

i know it sounds unusual but i’ll try my best to write for other characters too. i know i’ve teased a little list before but now i’m starting to see a pattern form and these are the people i’m most likely going to write for : könig, krueger, ghost, ‘09 ghost, nikto, roach, soap, capt. soap, ‘09 makarov (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

hopefully you all are satisfied with the list! if you have any more suggestions just let me know somehow. now hope you enjoy the fic! ♡

tw ; alcohol, mention of drugs.

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“drink up, drink up!”

a voice yelled from behind you and all you could hear was the sound of shot glasses being knocked against each other once again. the sound was so familiar by now that you even made a mental note on how glasses sound different when they’re filled and when they’re empty. actually, why was someone raising toasts with an empty glass?

“bottoms up, y’all, don’t be pussies-“

but you didn’t have a glass in your hand, not now. you just stared at the people that were having fun and you couldn’t help but think about how you even ended up here.

there was a friend that you shared with this one guy, that’s quite literally all you were one hundred percent sure about — basically nothing. you could be looking at them directly and you would have no idea who they are, thanks to the cliche ‘friend of a friend’ circle going around this whole party. nobody knew each other, but friends and relationships don’t exist when you’re just drinking, right?

so there was that guy. and when you finally saw his face for the first time, you got the chills down your spine. he immediately seemed like someone you shouldn’t really be messing with — like he was planning something evil? or maybe he already did something bad, it felt childish to think about things like these at your grown age and you couldn’t even put your finger on what your senses told you about this person. just leave him alone and get the fuck out of here as soon as possible.

just as that thought crossed your mind, a yell broke through the happy little murmurs and drunken words.

“y’all, what the fuck! get outta’ here! right now! cops outside! holy fucking shit!”

cops outside? what the hell? why?

before the panic settled in, you blinked outside and you were amost immediately sure this wasn’t the fucking police. at least ten men dressed in black tactical outfits stood right next to the huge outdoors pool in the nicely maintained backyard. the well trimmed trees gave them an even scarier look too, painting shadows in the night all over their already dark forms.

you could even see from the corner of your eye that some were equipped with ballistic shields like it was some kind of movie. you have never seen one of those in real life before, and now it gave you a really bad feeling (pretty obviously). their faces were hidden and they were coming closer and closer to the main building all of you and your.. acquaintances were inside.

the guns hanging from their torsos.. wasn’t a nice sight, to be honest. you were convinced that these men were probably legally allowed to do anything as long as they got a bit closer to what they wanted to achieve. and for that, you weren’t exactly sure what it was. come on, shutting down a (not so) little house party with people who look like came straight out of a counter-terrorism organization? isn’t that a tiny exaggeration?

you could have sworn that you only looked away for a few seconds but the next moment you looked around the whole room was empty. fuck. well that’s a situation coming your way for sure, because one of those monsters was heading right towards your direction with a slightly wrinkled paper in his hands.

you wanted to yell and scream at him, to let him know that you absolutely had no clue what this whole thing was about and that you weren’t involved with whatever stupid drug smuggling anyone around you did — since you were sure that you weren’t the target, and they knew that too. but they had to listen to anyone they could catch.

“party’s over..” a deep voice mumbled with a heavy accent. you could recognize it anywhere. a russian accent, gosh.. you’re fucked.

and soon the paper was pressed right into your face. your nose was rubbed against the thin material, not even allowing you to see whatever was printed on it. but it was most likely a person, or at least that was what you could make out when he held it a little further away from you.

“missy, you know this fella?” the man asked.

you had no idea who was on the photo. it was a man with a beard and he seemed way too damn old to be right here, in a house party with some silly college students? he couldn’t be here, you’ve never even seen his face before.

you hesitated a little, not knowing which answer would get you out of here quicker.

“do not keep that mouth shut, come on. you’ll get outta’ here faster, come on.”

your brain immediately sobered up and a small whine left your mouth as you finally took the time to examine the terrifying person that was standing right in front of you. face mask made of kevlar, a gun hanging from his side and a pistol on his right thigh. bulletproof from head to toe. ballistic shield placed next to his other leg.

this guy was going to kill you. one hundred percent. or at least le looked like he would try to do that.

“come on, we don’t bite?”

he tried to speak normally but his statement sounded a lot more like a question, like he wasn’t sure about it either. it could have been the fact that it probably wasn’t usual for them to talk to people that look like they don’t even know where they are. and you were just like that right now. lost as fuck.

you stared up at the photo of the man once again. the black and white printing was so bad that you were barely able to make out the details on it.

“i- um.. no idea w-who’s on the photo.”

“do not lie, missy.”

“i really- i don’t know!”

“well, then let me tell you so you maybe remember, hm? this dude right here,” he gently knocked the face of the man on the paper, the material gently crumbling under his heavy, gloved finger “whose house you’re at right fucking now, has a fuck ton of cocaine under these,” now he kicked the flooring, “these little tiles.”

your eyes widened and to a person who had no clue that you were just as lost here as they are, it would probably come across as some realization. but no, it wasn’t any kind of realization — you really didn’t know about any of this! and it was hard to believe too. you didn’t even see a single line of coke on this party, it was too expensive to be wasted on little college student get-togethers?

“s-sir, i really don’t-“

“we know you know.”

“but i don’t!”

the man’s eyes widened as you started losing your shit. he probably heard the unsure shake in your voice as you slightly raised it — which was probably a stupid idea, but the situation was already bad enough when you’re locked into a burning hot little room that smelled like alcohol with someone who’s straight up dressed in carbon from head to toe? this was getting out of hand.

“missy, i’ve got the legal right to shock you, and if you refuse to give out any information then i’ll just have to do that..”

you were becoming annoyed. you were intimidated as hell and you knew that you couldn’t do anything in a situation like this, you were shaking scared. this man was making you feel so uneasy.

maybe he did it on purpose because as you stayed silent he just stared into your eyes, like a madman. he wasn’t even blinking behind that mask, the black face paint covering the area around his eyes making the color of his irises pop out from the black atmosphere around it. you just weren’t sure why he was doing this.

he placed a hand on his gun now, like he was about to slip out his pistol. but he didn’t have the right to kill or shoot you or anything like that, right? right? panic was filling your brain and goosebumps were running up and down your body as you had no idea about what these men could and could not do to an innocent civillian that actually had no clue about whatever was going on!

“we can play this game, missy. but you won’t like it.”

“i’ve said everything i know! nothing.”

“for fuck’s sake, just say something, anything.”

“but i don’t know! i accidentally ended up here, too.”

“whatever. fuck you, missy.” the man grunted as he finally let his pistol down, letting you back out from the corner he had held you in this whole time. it felt like you could finally breathe again and the cold sweat running down your temples felt like a normal reaction again.

“get the fuck outta’ here and if you know anything. keep your mouth fucking shut. am i understood?”

“y-yes sir.”

you were breathing heavy as you finally made it out of that room. it was a feeling you never wanted to experience ever again — you almost got yourself killed. and you were 99% sure that if you said the wrong stuff he wouldn’t have hesitated to use that pistol. what is wrong with humanity..

the man peeked above his shoulder to look at you walk away. he didn’t take his eyes off of you until you finally exited the whole damn house. you’re never ever coming back and that’s for sure. holy shit.

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sorry about how bad and rushed this was! :(

#cod #call of duty #cod oneshot #cod nikto #nikto x reader #nikto #call of duty nikto #mwii nikto #andre nikto #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod x you

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tearfallpixie · 3 months ago

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Trust and Love - Chapter 10: Celebrating

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“I convinced them to get us a hotel room tonight and we’d fly to our next location tomorrow.” Ricky told me as he led us out of the elevator and down to a hotel room.

“Why?” I asked. Ricky turned to face me, stopping us in the middle of the hall and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Baby, I intend to celebrate our engagement. However, I refuse to do it in the back of a stinky bus filled with idiots.” Ricky grinned playfully.

“Awe but those idiots are your best friends and boyfriend.” I giggled.

“Yes however I don’t want them hearing me fuck you. Those sounds are for me and Vinny alone.” He turned to continue down the hall until we reached room 1043. He opened the door and held it for a second. “Plus, do you think Vinny wouldn’t be part of this celebration?” He pushed it open to reveal our dorky drummer standing there with a sheepish smile.

“Vinny!” I threw myself into his arms and he spun me around.

“Hey, mama.” He murmured.

“I thought you went on the bus.” I said, pulling back to look at him.

“I did. They just dropped me off here right before you guys got here.” He admitted. I swatted his chest making him laugh.

“Don’t forget, you are Mrs. Olson-Mauro now. You deserve to celebrate with him too.” Ricky reminded me. I found my eyes looking back to the rings that sat on my finger and smiled. I pulled Vinny into a sweet kiss as his arms tightened around my waist and lifted me a little.

“I love you.” I whispered. Vin bumped our noses together and smiled.

“I love you too mama.” He murmured. “Now put on your comfiest clothes because I am running out to get us Chinese food and then we are going to have a chill evening before properly celebrating.” He kissed me once more and then grabbed the key card as he exited the room. I went over to my bag that Ricky was digging through and before I could choose my clothes he handed me a pair of his favorite sweats and Vinny’s shirt.

“Wha-“

“Put them on. He said get comfy.” Ricky teased.

“I have my own clothes.” I protested.

“Yes but you love wearing our clothes.” I couldn’t deny that fact and took the clothes with a fake pout. I stripped out of my shirt and skinny jeans before pulling on the softer oversized ones. Ricky scooped me up and tossed me into the middle of the bed, crawling up into my lap and laying on my stomach. “I love you Olive. I am so lucky to spend the rest of my life with you and Vin.”

“I am too. We have been through so much together. In the last month alone too. I couldn’t imagine spending my life with any other idiots.” Ricky pouted.

“I’m not an idiot.” He complained.

“Yes you are. You threw yourself in front of me at the mall despite not knowing me just because some guy was being an asshole.” I giggled.

“He hit you. I wasn’t about to let that slide.” He grumbled. “Plus, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I couldn’t not protect you.”

“I appreciate it. And I’m so glad you did.” I murmured, running my hands through his wild hair.

“Are you really ok? After what happened last month?” He asked, scooting further up onto my chest.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rick.” I said after a pause.

“You’re lying.” He said finally sitting up and moving next to me.

“I need to be fine. You’ve already put up with enough bullshit for me.” I shrugged. He took my hands in his and forced me to face him.

“Baby. You are allowed to not be fine because of this. He had a gun to your head. I am your fiancé. Putting up with the bullshit is literally in the job description. I signed up for this.” I shook my head but when a gentle hand took my chin and forced my eyes to meet his, the dams broke. “Are you really ok?” I collapsed into a pile of tears in his lap and shook my head.

“Baby girl, you promised you would tell us.” Ricky scolded with no real disappointment in his voice.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I cried. “I just wanted to be able to handle this shit on my own for once. I feel so pathetic that I have just expected you and Vinny to handle everything for me and I needed to be ok.”

“Baby,” He murmured, the disappointment finally revealing itself. “We chose to be with you, knowing what we were getting into. We chose to propose to you knowing your past. You have never once expected us to handle everything, we just do because that is what you do for people you love. We wanted to help you because you are the most important person in our lives and we want the best for you. I don’t even think we are as important to each other as you are to us.” He snickered. He settled himself against the headboard and pulled me up so I was tucked into his chest.

“Do you really mean it? I’m not just a burden?”

“We would not have proposed spending the rest of our lives together if you were.” He whispered, kissing the top of my head. We laid there in silence for another half hour until Vinny returned with food. I was drifting in and out of sleep on Ricks chest so he shushed the drummer when he returned.

“Her eyes are red. Why are her eyes red?” He asked.

“She finally broke down.” Was all Ricky offered.

“Wait, because of last month?” The guitarist nodded.

“She was in her words ‘handling it on her own.” He said quietly. I felt the bed dip and a gentle hand card through my hair.

“Mama, can you wake up for me sunshine?” Vinny asked. I blinked open my eyes and rolled around to look up at Vinny. “I know Ricky has probably already given you this talk but you aren’t alone baby. We are here to help by choice. So don’t hide these things from us. Ok?” I nodded and sat up, wrapping my arms around his neck. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly.

“I’m sorry Vin. I promise to try to do better.” I giggled. He nodded and pulled away to give me a bruising kiss.

“Good. That’s all I can ask. Now let’s eat. Ok?” Ricky got up and got the food off the desk, bringing it back to us and settling us into a pile of limbs. We laid there watching Riddick until we were done eating and once we were Vinny set our food in the fridge. He climbed back onto the bed and crawled over me, bringing our lips into a soft kiss. “Hi Mrs. Olson-Mauro.” He murmured. I melted every single time I heard that name and let out a little squeak covering my face with my hands. “Don’t go getting shy on us now baby. Let us see those pretty blue eyes.” I opened my eyes and blinked up at him through my fingers.

“Come on baby girl. Don’t hide from us.” Ricky teased me, grabbing my wrists and pulling them down. He leaned over to kiss me while his hands slid down my side and unlaced the string to the sweatpants. He pushed them down my legs and past my bum allowing Vinny to pull them the rest of the way off.

“No fair. If I lose an article of clothing, then you both do too.” I complained. Ricky and Vinny looked at each other and smirked.

“I think that can be arranged mama. As long as I can get between those long, beautiful legs of yours.” Vinny growled. I immediately sank further into the bed and nodded. Both the boys sat up and removed their shirts before Ricky went back to assaulting my mouth and Vinny started dragging my lingerie down my legs. Once they were tossed to the floor he placed a kiss to the inside of my ankle and started kissing up my leg until he reached my thigh. I whined into Rickys mouth as Vinny sucked bruise after bruise into my milky skin. “That is a work of art.” He grinned when he finally let up. Ricky pulled away and grinned so I looked down to see that the drummer had sucked hickies into my leg in the shape of a v.

“Mm. When you’re done I just might have to do the same to her other leg.” Ricky hummed.

“Let me finish my meal and then she’s all yours.” Vinny murmured. He placed a kiss to his art and then moved up to nose at my entrance before placing a filthy kiss to my pussy. As he dove deeper into me Ricky started placing kisses to my neck, sucking bruises into it as his hands trailed up my side and shoved my shirt over my head.

“Not fair.” I moaned.

“You can wait. We are worshiping you right now.” Ricky murmured against my throat. He kissed down my chest and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it until it was sore. The combination of Vinny between my legs and Ricky on my chest made me whine from the pleasure. Vinny growled against my clit sending vibrations up my spine.

“Vin-“ I gasped. “Too much.” I begged.

“I’ll finish my meal thank you.” He growled. He worked a finger into me as his tongue returned to devouring me. I cried as they continued their assault, Ricky moving to give my other nipple attention. I made a futile attempt to push Vinny away but he wrapped his arms around my legs and held them still as he gained determination, sucking on my clit and making the coil in my belly snap. I crashed into my climax before I could give warning, whimpering as the tongue worked me though my spasming. Vinny pulled away with a satisfied smirk and came up to my side to give me a lazy kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself on him. Ricky gave one last suck to my nipple before kissing down to my thigh and sucking an R into the other side.

“Ricky, Vin, please. I need one of you inside of me.” I pleaded. Ricky pulled away from my leg and gave a satisfied nod at his work and came back up.

“I think you have earned it.” Ricky whispered. “Who would you like to celebrate with first baby girl?”

“Ricky please.” I spoke. He reached down and opened his jeans, pushing them from his legs. Once he was naked he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap.

“I’m going to take good care of you baby girl. Lift up for me.” I did as instructed and he lined himself up before pulling me down onto him as Vinny discarded his clothes. “You always feel so delicious around me baby.” He groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder. I rose up again and slid back down onto him slowly. “That’s it baby. Keep going.” I got a steady rhythm of riding him as he dug his nails into my back, lifting me and lowering me at the pace he wanted.

“You look so pretty riding him baby.” Vinny murmured, settling next to us stroking himself to the sight of me bouncing. “God, what if we both took you at the same time? Think you could handle that? Rocking back and forth between us?” He asked, sliding his hand down my back and brushing over my ass. I tensed up and squirmed.

“I’ve never done that before.” I huffed as Rick stilled inside of me.

“I promise you, it will feel amazing. Do you trust me?” Vinny purred. I nodded, unable to formulate a response as Rick sucked more bruises into my pulse point.

“God, you’ll feel even tighter than you already do.” Rick groaned. I heard the familiar sound of a bottle being popped open and then fingers brushing along the cleft of my ass to spread lube. As his finger pressed past my cheeks, I flinched again.

“If you want to wait until later baby we can.” Vinny assured me softly.

“No! No, I- I want this. I’m just scared.”

“Baby girl, do you know how fucking sexy you look, hair all wild like this?” Ricky rumbled, lifting his head from my shoulder. “You have always been a ray of sunshine but right now you look like a supernova.” As he spoke nonsense to me Vinny attempted to work his finger into me again to no avail.

“I’m sorry.” I whined. “I want this, I do.” I muttered, disappointed in myself.

“What about this?” Vinny went to his jeans and pulled out his vape pen from his pocket. “It might loosen you up. It’s delta.” I shrugged, willing to try anything. He came over and held it to my lips, allowing me to take a hit off of it. Rick rolled our hips a little to distract me once more and Vin pulled his pen away, setting it on the nightstand. He massaged my lower back as Rick rocked us together for a few minutes until I could feel the affects of the vape setting in. I grabbed one of his hands and guided it down again. “You sure?” He asked.

“Yes. I want this.” I promised him. He pressed between my cheeks and while I still flinched it wasn’t quite as harshly. “Keep going. Please.” He found my entrance and eased his finger inside of me much slower than if he was playing with my clit, making sure that he wasn’t hurting me at all. Once I felt his knuckles pressed against my ass he paused to give me time to adjust.

“How does it feel, baby girl?” Ricky murmured, his gravely voice making me relax further into him.

“Strange. But not bad.” I confirmed. Vinny pressed a kiss to my temple as he pulled his finger out and eased it back into me just as slowly. The more he did it the easer the slide was until I nodded. “I think I can take another.”

"Good job baby girl. You are doing so well.' Ricky distracted me once more. "You were made for us. Made to take us. And you feel so amazing. Do you like being out good girl?"

"Yes." I whispered as Vinny slowly edged a second finger in by his first.

"You look so pretty and pliant mama. Does this still feel good?" Vinny checked. I nodded and he shifted to be right behind me so I could lean my back against his chest. "Ok Mama. Let me know if it gets too much. He kissed the back of his head and him and Rick drew out of me before easing back in.

"Fuck Vin. I don't know how much longer I can last." Ricky mumbled.

"Be good. I want to get at least one more finger in her before I try this. I don't want her to be ill prepared for her first time. Trust me. I don't think any of us will last long once I'm inside her." Vinny admitted, scissoring his fingers to work me open even further. I was in the same position as Rick, too much more and I felt like I was going to explode. "I'm going to add a third finger, ok Mama?

"Please." I whined. He nodded and kissed along the line of bruises Ricky had left on my neck as he added the third finger. It slid home surprisingly easy making him grin against my skin.

"Looks like you fully relaxed for me mama." He moved his fingers at a steady pace for a few minutes before fully pulling them away, making me whimper in complaint. "One second mama." He murmured. "Are you two ready?" Ricky and I nodded and I heard the bottle of lube again. "Ok Mama. Take a deep breath for me." I did as instructed and felt the blunt head of his member pressing against my ass. "Let it out slowly baby." I started releasing my breath as he pressed into me. I let out little cries at the stretch, but I had placed a hand on Vinny’s hip preventing him from pulling away. "Mama, we can stop."

"No. I'm fine. It feels good." I managed. "Just a little burn." Vinny moved his hands to my sides and started rocking me on Ricky's member giving the distraction I needed to press a little further into me. Once he was about halfway I let out a bigger cry making him pause. Ricky pulled me into a kiss.

"You are doing so well baby. I'm so proud of you." He whispered.

"Here mama." I pulled away from Ricky to see Vinny holding his vape up to my mouth again. "You are doing amazing. You just need that last little push." I wrapped my lips around it and looked at Vin through hooded eyes as I took a hit. "Fuck Liv. Going to kill me with looks like that." He huffed. Ricky pulled my face back to his and he started kissing me again, dancing our tongues together as Vinny massaged my hips and pressed in a little to test my reaction. When I didn't immediately cry out, he continued his torturous pace. After a few minutes I felt his hips meet my ass. "You did it Mama. You took all of me." He whispered, kissing my temple. "I'll move in a second. I just want to give you time to adjust."

"I love you I love you." I rambled.

"We love you too, baby girl. You are so fucking perfect for us." Ricky stroked my cheek with the back of his finger. "you're our good girl."

"I love you, Mrs Olson-Mauro." Vinny growled in my ear. I experimentally rocked off of Ricky and onto Vinny and when I didn't feel any pain I nodded. "Good mama?"

"So good." I huffed with a smile. Vinny pulled out a little and when I offered no protest again he pushed back into me. Ricky did the same, holding me to his chest as he started moving again.

"Look at how well she's taking us. It's like she's made to be used by us." Ricky teased. He and Vinny found a pace that worked together and had me as a moaning whimpering mess in minutes.

"Fuck, I can feel Rick moving inside of you.” Vinny groaned. Ricky dropped his head to my right shoulder and Vinny dropped his on my left. “God sunshine. You are- fuck. You are so unbelievably perfect for us.”

“I can’t- I’m so close.” I sobbed after a few minutes. In that moment, being sandwiched between them, I could feel the full extent of their love for me. These men had been through so much, done so much for me and they were here. They were mine and I couldn’t stop the tears that fell out of happiness.

“I am too baby.” Vin moaned in my ear.

“Come for us baby. Come for Vinny and I.” That was the final push I needed to crash into my climax. My boys followed quickly after shuddering against my body and filling me with their release. “Fuck baby girl.” Ricky gasped. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Shit Mama. Think we can do that again?” Vin smirked.

“Give-give me some time.” I chuckled.

“We need to get you showered and then we are all going to bed.” Ricky murmured. Vinny was the first to pull out of me, Ricky staying still until he had so that I wasn’t too overstimulated. I then lifted off of Ricky and went to step off the bed only to practically fall on my ass. Luckily Vinny caught me but my legs were jelly and would not hold me up.

“Careful mama, I got you.” Vinny laughed. I pouted as he scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. Ricky trailed after us and turned on the shower so it was nice and warm. Once we stepped in Vinny set me back on my feet and kept an arm around me so I wouldn’t fall again. They lathered me in soap and very gently took their time washing my body. I flinched when Vinny started running the soft cloth over my bum. “I’m sorry. I have to clean you up down there.” He said apologetically.

“Its ok.” I yawned.

“Someone’s about to fall asleep on us.” Ricky mused, finishing washing my hair. Vinny rinsed my body and turned off the water as Ricky grabbed the fluffiest towel and wrapped it around me. He dried off and picked me back up as Vinny finished drying himself and took me back to the bedroom. We all settled into bed and they curled around me as I drifted in and out.

“I love you two.” I whispered.

“Good. Because we love you too baby girl.” Ricky returned, kissing the top of my head.

“We will love you forever, Mrs. Olson-Mauro.”

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