#ive got a list of old names ive dug up and will breathe life into for the first time ehehehe

[thenamesblurrito]

more Aventuri mecha! it's actually been insanely fun reaching back five years to resurrect the shapeless abandoned OCs and give them form for this colony

Skamma is a bold, enterprising bot with a lot of big ideas! ideas that will capture the minds and the wallets of many a client, enriching their imaginations while she enriches herself, before she scampers away as the market bubble pops, the investments fail, and the business pursuit grinds to a halt. somehow, none of the hundreds of bad reviews manage to prevent Skamma from shilling her latest scam to eager new buyers, of which there are plenty in industrial Temperon. if business gets real bad, well, good thing she got her hands on that universal travel pass a few years ago, she'll simply find better customers in other city-states! although she has no outlier ability other than typical Aventuri extremophilic adaptations, her compact all-terrain trike mode serves her equally well on snow and stone, and her radium inclusions light the way in shadelocked Temperon. Primus help us if Skamma and Swindle ever meet

Sledge is a simple mech, with a simple alt mode, simple jasper inclusions, and a simple life. he enjoys his job as a courier, battling hurricane winds to transport cargo from one Nova Spectra city to another. it's a daily test of strength he is more than capable of winning as a sturdy jet, and though he may be on the lower end of the social scale, he sticks with the contractors who treat him fairly. a lot of his work is schlepping archives, artifacts, and ritual objects between Tributic shrines throughout Spectral's pilgrimage territory. many shamans have noticed he's sharp as a tack, genial, and dutifully patient, and lately Sledge has been offered a place as shrine staff in Central Sola. that's more than he ever expected to be offered as someone with no abilities beyond Aventuri durability, considering the majority of shrine staff are high-level outliers, but still he struggles to make a decision. that's not really the kind of lifestyle he pictures himself pursuing. what's a simple mech to do?

Glitterswarm is nice! she's nice, and she tries very hard to be nice, and it's very important to her to be nice. she doesn't want to hurt anybody, and the nicer she is to people, the more likely they are to help her! and she certainly needs a lot of help, considering she was recovered out in the ice floes of the Bitter Sea, half-dead, stuck in her amphibious alt mode, and totally amnesiac. the records of the Ulyssean capital Albedo City have her written down as a casualty of an alien raid several centuries ago, so the fact that she's turned up again on Aventuras, traumatized but alive, is a miraculous mystery. she used to be a caretaker for newly forged mecha, particularly adept considering her outlier ability: she's a nanohive, a frame with a swarm of nanobots that act as an extension of herself. before, she was steady and skilled enough to heal wounds, reprogram circuitry, support a slippery grip, display holograms, and more, using the nanobots streaming from her vents without a second thought. now, though, she's nervous and uncertain, with a shaky grasp of her own abilities. it takes a lot of effort just to polish her ametrine inclusions, much less look after anyone else. maybe someday she'll regain her memories, but for now she's trying to find her feet again, mothering anyone who will let her in an effort to cover her own anxiety

[echoestm]

❝His voice means to deceive you. My voice just wants to lead you.❞

Name: Stuart Macher Dr. Art Archem DOB: 07/21/1979 Sign: Cancer Gender Identity: cis man Sexual Orientation: panromantic pansexual Relationship Status: Single Profession: Clinical Psychologist specializing in trauma. Interests: Billy Loomis. Ghostface. Stab films. Horror films. Movie-making. Hunting. His own physical fitness. Family. Legacy. His private practice. The world of true crime. Gale Weathers. Masks. Aestheticism. The life and times of Hugh Hefner and the Playboy Mansion. Rock 'n roll. Tiktok. Vine. The Internet. Religious affiliation: None. he had only one god, once

Come the morning of the anniversary of Maureen Prescott's murder, Woodsboro's just got too many mangled bodies to handle on it's under-resourced hands. Living bodies, bloodied and battered, dead bodies so much worse. The Becker girl and Orth boy hadn't yet had a funeral and Principal Himbry was still taking up space in the morgue. Small town that they were, they just weren't built for a killing spree. It was the kind of thing that happened in fast-paced L.A. not sleepy little retreats for the wealthy like Woodsboro. There's nothing to do but call in neighboring counties for additional everything, cold storage, transport, ambulances.

Had he ended up in a local bus with Woodsboro EMTs maybe it would have been different. As it was, he was just another unconscious John Doe with a surprise pulse, pulled out from the mess of the Macher farmhouse. Stu wakes up in a hospital, sore, sporting a headache the IV drugs don't put a dent in, staring down nurses who want his name. The second he's alone he rips out lines and books it outta there.

Artus T. Archem

Not right away, of course. . . That'd be like asking to get caught. No, it's just a little something doodled on a long list of possibilities. Because he has nothing else to do while convalescing alone. Because idle hands are the devil's playground. Because… there's going to be a sequel some day. Revenge of the Ghostface.

For a long time he's nobody. Tim. Drew. Sean. A different forgettable single syllable in every new place he moves to— in and out while the scars are healing. Just long enough to make enough cash to amble along to the next place. Leslie helps too— after she gets the whole story out him. The Macher Cut. Bad Billy influence. In over his head. Running now from the obvious cover-up that Sid and that Gale Weathers are obviously in on together to better keep all those dirty little Prescott secrets under wraps.

Eventually there's a real name— a new one, to go with school and papers and a Montana driver's license. But he never forgets good old Archem. Sounds like Arkham. Like the town full of horrors Lovecraft wrote about. Like the Asylum that Batman fails to keep the nightmares locked up in. He likes that. Full of bats and ghosts and madness. Hadn't Billy said— we all go a little mad sometimes?

He'd sure felt like it, waking up post-op more bandaged than the Universal Mummy, dodging the question of his name from some tired looking nurse. If they didn't know that. . .

Far as he could figure after, they didn't. Not yet. There'd been too much blood, too much confusion, too many bodies. His among them— first piled with the deceased and then dug out when somebody heard him rasping for breath. John Doe #3 until claiming or confirmation could be found. A luxury he hadn't waited around to give them. Afterwards, the description of him had sounded like Stu Macher, but good old Sid had said it was impossible. She'd killed him. Not that she ever served a day for it.

He becomes a rumored mystery that the Woodsboro PD handwaves away like a stink they can't wait to be free of. The odor of their own incompetence.

Later, so much later, he changes his name one last time— so it's official on his paperwork when he graduates as Dr. Artus T. Archem.

He's learned SO MUCH in all those anatomy and psychology classes.

[in-ky]

Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!

Savior - Negan Killer AU

Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol

A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe. 3.7k words

"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.

"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.

"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."

"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."

"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.

"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.

"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.

There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.

"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.

"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.

"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.

"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."

"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.

"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.

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"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.

"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."

"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.

"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."

"Do you kill everyone?"

"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.

"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.

"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"

"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.

"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.

"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."

"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."

"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.

"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."

"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"

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Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.

"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.

"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."

"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."

"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.

"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"

"Sounds good."

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I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster  and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.

Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.

Suddenly, my door opened.

"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"

"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"

"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"

"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.

"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.

"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.

"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.

"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."

"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.

"Yes, what, princess?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.

We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.

"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.

"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.

"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.

"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"

"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.

"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.

"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.

"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

[shhh-no-ones-home]

how to save a life bucky barnes x reader

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Good old whump 😌 this is so fucking long (wc: 2113)

also i know some people are weird about dogs so just know reader has a very large typically seen as aggressive kind of dog (but hes not, just a little slobbery and awkward lol)

Song: say something by danny worsnop and matty mullins 

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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"I can't take your shit anymore. If you won't do anything about it then I will! I quit!"

I yelled, untying my apron and tossing it at my manager. One of the cooks had been harassing me for the last couple weeks and he refused to say or do anything. But I had reached my breaking point.

"Come on y/n, we need you! You can't leave me short staffed like that."

He whined and I shook my head, making my way to the back door.

"No, fuck you Rodney, you can find someone else to deal with it."

I said annoyed, clocking out, grabbing my stuff and storming out the back. I gave him the finger as the door slammed behind me, sighing angrily at myself for not finding a new job sooner.

"Fuck!"

I yelled, kicking the brick wall before leaning into it, shoving my head in my hands. Then I heard a harsh cough. My attention snapped towards the man limping through the alley way, seemingly clutching at his side.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I asked, reaching into my bag and gripping my pepper spray tightly.

"Sir?"

I asked again, moving closer to him in the darkness. When he looked up at me I realized who it was. I had seen pictures of him before. What was his name? James? Yeah captain Americas bear friend. From the museum.

"Help."

He managed before falling face first into the dirt. I gasped as I watched his body go limp. In that moment I wasn't quite sure what to do. I couldn't call someone cause I didn't know who to call, and God it was gonna take everything in me to get him back to my apartment. But I couldn't just leave him here. Shit. I sighed before kneeling down and rolling him over. His face was bruised and bloodied, the same as the knuckles on his hand. He must have really gotten into it with someone. I bit my lip before sitting him up with a groan.

"Okay james, work with me here."

I sighed out, going around him and picking him up. He made a soft noise and I looked at him, his eyelids bobbing open for a second.

"Two blocks, that's all it is."

I told myself more than anything, slinging his arm over my shoulder and walking with him dragging his feet. The whole walk was labored breathing and groaning. He was heavier than he looked but then again he was pretty much solid muscle. And though he wasn't much help I could tell he was trying. That endurance was paying off a little bit. But as soon as we were to my apartment he was out, practically falling through the door after I opened it. I only just caught him, laying him on the floor gently and dragging him to the couch. As I tried to put him on it I could hear my dog whining and tapping his toes in his crate.

"Give me a minute Wolf."

I said half annoyed as I got James flat on his back. When I was content with him laying there I let my massive akita-rottweiler mix out of his crate. He immediately went to James and started sniffing him excitedly until I snapped my fingers at him.

"Hey, leave the nice man alone. Let's go potty."

I said, him barking and running towards the door. I quickly got his leash on and took him down to the streets of new York. We walked a good block before finally heading back to my apartment. After I took Wolfs leash off he was right back in James' face.

"Hey, what did I say? Go lay down."

I instructed, him making a sad sound before pouting his way to his large bed in front of the window. I sighed, looking over James with my hands on my hips. Then I noticed a darkened spot just under his jacket and immediately began to worry.

"Shit. Is that blood?"

I said, stepping closer. I watched his face as I knelt down, pushing the coffee table further away from the couch.

"James I don't know if you can hear me but I'm gonna undo your jacket."

I said in a clear voice, watching to see if he moved but he didn't, prompting me to go on anyway. When the front of it was undone I gasped. He was indeed bleeding. It took me a minute to get it fully off, his shirt following right after. To my surprise his whole torso was covered in scrapes and bruises, along with what seemed to be a gunshot wound. Luckily it was only a graze. That I could treat.

"What the hell were you doing?"

I asked out loud even though I knew he couldn't hear me. I shook my head before going to get the first aid kit from under my bed, wolf following me around my apartment. I guess lucky for him I went to medical school, I mean I flunked out my last semester, but still. That's only three months I'd have to finish before I'm a licensed nurse. I had this. Right?

"God I hope I don't have to sew this man shut."

°°°°°°°°°

The next few hours I just sat at my breakfast bar staring at him in the living room, sipping coffee and trying not to wake Wolf who was now fast asleep at my feet. I was waiting patiently for him to wake up, to make noise, to move even an inch. but it never happened. He was however still breathing, the portable heart monitor I had attached to his finger beeping softly.

When the sun started peering through my curtains though I figured it was best to check on him again. After all, I would need to change his bandages soon so whatever it was that hit him didn't get infected. Wolf for one was very excited again for me to be working on the stranger, running to him and getting in his face again.

"Wolf!"

I scolded, James jolting upright as I pulled the collar back on his large black neck.

"Sorry."

I said through a nervous laugh. He looked around for a moment before looking down and wincing in pain as he touched his abdomen.

"Go lay down."

I said harshly, wolf not quite budging at first. But going when I nudged him with my knee.

"Um, I hope you don't mind that. I did as best I could but it's been a while. I was gonna come change them."

He stared at me, looking to wolf in his bed when he sighed.

"Thank you."

He said softly and I nodded.

"Do you mind laying back down? It's a little easier."

I said and he did, slowly, watching my every move as I knelt beside him. I dug into my kit to get new dressing, peeling the old off and shaking my head. It was still bleeding but there wasn't much I could do about it.

"Do you remember much about last night James?"

I asked and he shook his head no, the dog tags around his neck shifting. I focused intently on what I was doing, hearing wolf sigh again. I rolled my eyes, sending him a playful look.

"You aren't afraid of dogs are you James?"

I asked and he shook his head again.

"Okay wolf, come here."

He stood quickly, panting as he came over and stood beside me, looking like he had a wide smile on his face as he sat down. James looked up at him and smiled back, bringing his right hand to scratch at wolf's head. It was a good distraction as I fixed his wounds for a second time. As I put the stuff away I was forced to remember he was still shirtless.

"Oh uh, I washed your shirt too, it was pretty soaked through."

He nodded, making a pained face as he moved to sit up, letting me help as he did. Wolf took that as an invitation to get on the couch, his large dog body taking up a good portion of it as he laid across James' lap. I looked to the ceiling as he laughed, petting him some more.

"I'm so sorry. If you want him off all you have to do is tell him to get down."

I said standing up, going to the kitchen to wash my hands.

"I don't mind it, he reminds me of an old friend."

He lamented as I came back, wiping my hands on a towel.

"They must've been one hell of a friend."

He nodded slowly.

"Hey uh, you can call me Bucky. if you want."

I reached for his hand and shook it.

"Y/n."

"Thanks for this y/n."

I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm not gonna lie James, uh Bucky, I was a little shook up last night. I had just quit my job when you came stumbling down the alley I almost wasn't sure what to do with you. And I know as a citizen I probably should have called an ambulance but as an ally..."

I paused. he looked a little more into what i had to say now.

"I've, well, I've been around the block with a string of heroes before and none of them could ever actually get help from paramedics. So I did what I could."

He nodded.

"I really appreciate it y/n, I must've been desperate after all, to go to a complete stranger."

He laughed.

"I'm just glad you found me and not someone else. Or who knows what could have happened."

"those were my thoughts exactly."

there was a long pause, me standing awkwardly and both of us staring at the floor. then Wolf barked, taking both of our attention as i jumped at the sudden sound.

"guess he agrees."

i said and he laughed again.

"ya know i really appreciate this. is there a way i could repay you? some how?"

he asked and i shook my head.

"no, i couldn't let you do that. really."

i said quickly, holding my hand out, watching as he struggled to stand.

"i want to."

he insisted, stumbling forward and i caught him. he panted out a pained noise.

"knowing you're safe is enough. come over here, lets get you something to eat."

i said, walking him slowly to the bar i was just sat at and feeling his back muscles strain against my palm as i held him upright.

"careful, you keep taking care of me i might never leave."

he said through a wince as i placed him in the chair.

"promise?"

i laughed and he sent me a soft look before smiling. i could feel the blush run across my face as i moved to the fridge, making a face like i was an idiot for saying that.

"uh i went to school to be a nurse after taking care of my last boyfriend. he was terminally ill but didnt want to stay at a care facility. i guess ive kind of been missing it since he passed last year."

"im sorry."

he said quietly as i pulled things out of the fridge for breakfast.

"its alright. ive been getting by. plus i have wolfie over there to keep me busy."

i said with a smile, the large dog wagging his tail as he sat at the edge of the kitchen.

"im sure he appreciated all you did for him."

bucky said and i nodded once, moving to the stove.

"uh, how do you like your eggs?"

he turned in the chair to look at me.

"what's your specialty?"

i laughed.

"anything but poached."

he smiled widely at me.

"over easy please."

"great. that i can do."

there was another long silence as i began frying the eggs. then he cleared his throat.

"would it be a little Stockholm syndrome-y to ask you out after saving my life?"

i let out a short, loud, laugh before looking at him.

"oh you're serious?"

i asked and he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"unless youre not looking but the least i could do is take you to dinner."

i nodded slowly, plating the food and setting the plates on the counter.

"im not but i wouldnt say no to dinner. and who knows, maybe id be open to seeing you after. maybe with a shirt and not bleeding on my couch."

he picked up the fork and raised it in cheers to me.

"ill take it. and its the least i could do. as a thank you."

"its a date then."

[a-tired-bitch]

You Should Know Better Pt.7

23 Parts:  I  -  II  -  III  -  IV  -  V  -  VI  -  VII  - VIII  -  IX  -  X  -  XI  -  XII  -  XIII -  XIV  -  XV  -  XVI  -  XVII  -   XVIII  -  XIX  -  XX  -   XXI  -  XXII  -  XXIII

MASTER LIST

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Summary: While driving Natalie home, Joe decides to make a pit stop to handle some business. POV: Joe

Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie Jankoski (Italics)

Word Count: 4700ish

Author’s Note: *THROWS THIS WONDERFUL TRASH AT YOU* IT FINALLY FUCKING HAPPENED. SO, YOU ARE ALL FUCKING WELCOME AND YOU BETTER FUCKING ENJOY IT. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT BECAUSE I KNOW I DID. 

Warnings: Smut and big time cringe

Quote: “Sadly, I can’t go back to the station smelling like pussy, so this meal will have to be eaten later on.”

Keeping his eyes on the empty road before them, Joe sat silently in his seat, one hand tapping the steering wheel, the other resting on his lap, pulsing in and out along his inner thigh. Every few minutes, Joe would turn to his right and look at Natalie who, since from the beginning of the drive, was staring out of the passenger side window, her eyes latching onto the silhouettes of the trees and the rails of the road that passed through the truck lights and her view.  Since the beginning of the ride, there was nothing but silence in the cab of the truck and although silence was something cherished by Joe, one thing he could not stand was an awkward silence.

Even though Joe did not know the underlying reason for why Natalie was ignoring him, he had two assumptions. On one hand, it was possible that she was ticked off with his frisky pat-down. It was true, Joe had crossed several lines that could get him in deep trouble when he positioned himself behind her while she leaned against the truck, but considering what had happened less than forty-eight hours ago, Joe had a strong feeling this was not it. On the other hand, Natalie was more than likely ticked off after the whole altercation that resulted in her beloved ex-boyfriend to be sprawled out on the side of the road with a jolt of electricity circulating through his body, forcing him to cry out in agony.  Out of the two options, Joe would bet his life that the latter was the true reason for her disregard towards him.

Turning to her once more, Joe finally broke the silence. “You just going to sit there and sulk the entire ride or are you actually going to say something?” Joe asked, his voice rough and deep, forcing him to clear his throat. “I don’t even know where the hell I’m driving, so, you know, if you want to just sit there and act like a child the whole time, the least you can do is tell me your address so I can get you out of this truck and go about on my shift.” Exchanging glances her and the road, Joe continued. “You know, you’re lucky to be here in this truck with me. This isn’t a taxi service and technically I’m not supposed to be driving you to wherever the hell you live. The situation you got yourself into, that’s on you, and you should be the one responsible for finding a way to get your ass home, but no, since I am such a good public servant, I’m here with your stubborn, quiet ass when I should be processing your boyfriend.” Staring at her for a moment, Joe placed his sights back onto the road before him, the hint of anger that he had when he first realized that it was Natalie sitting in the truck with Landon, was beginning to flourish.

With the lack of an answer and no motivation to talk to a wall, Joe pressed a button on his dash, bringing the radio to life. “Fuck it, fine.” He muttered under his breath as fiddled with the channels until he finally came to a channel that was playing music instead of advertisements. Out of curiosity, he turned slightly to his right to see if Natalie had pulled her gaze away from the darkness, but as expected, she was still staring into the void.

Sighing loudly with annoyance, Joe shook his head and spoke, despite knowing the result he would receive. “This stuff they call ‘hip-hop’, you kids like this type of music, right?” Joe asked, referring to her as a child, hoping that it would tick her off to some extent if only for a reaction.

Placing his hand back onto the center console, he turned his attention back onto the road as the song ended and the radio broadcaster came on, announcing a few ads and then the next song. Surprised by the song, a smile spread out across Joe’s lips as he spoke once more. “I remember when this first came out,” Joe said with a laugh as he reached over and turned the radio louder, letting the intro of the song fill the cab. “Buy you a drank. Wow, what a classic from like ten years ago.” He added with a hint of sarcasm, receiving a scoff in return.

Dropping his jaw in amazement, Joe slowly turned to look at her. “Did you just…Did you just scoff at me?” He asked, exchanging hands on the steering wheel. “That’s it, you asked for it.” Joe explained, snapping along with the intro of the song. “For that scoff, I’m going to sing and dance for you.” He leaned in slightly, dropping his voice into a whisper. “Make you get a little bit of secondhand embarrassment even though you’re not even paying attention to me.”

With every actual snap of the beat, Joe shifted in his seat, shimmying to his left and then to his right as he continued to snap his finger beside Natalie’s ear. Unable to control the smile on his face, Joe chuckled slightly before the lyrics finally broke through the beat.

“Baby girl, what’s your name?” Abruptly turning his head to look at Natalie, Joe poked her in the arm a few times. “Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink. I’m Joe Merriweather, you know me.” Taking both hands, Joe took his thumbs and began bobbing them towards him.

Suddenly, Natalie turned, cutting out the radio and looking at Joe. “Stop it.” She said despite having a small grin on her lips. Looking up at Joe, she questioned him. “Why did you do it?”

With wide eyes and creased brow, Joe reached out and placed a finger on the radio knob. “First off, my truck, my rules. Don’t touch my radio and don’t touch any of this cool shit you see in here. Keep your little hands on your lap and we won’t have an issue.” Joe warned, looking at her for a second before nodding and turning the radio back on.

“Then imma take you home with me.” Nudging her with his elbow, Joe quickly dug into his back pocket, whipping out his wallet and letting it fall open. “I got money in the bank, shawty, what you think about that?” He sang, letting her get a glance at the amount of cash and the various cards and golden badge that called his wallet home.

Letting the wallet fall into his lap, Joe continued to embarrassingly sing. “I’ll be in the black F-150 sheriff’s truck and we’ll be in the bed like ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh.” While Joe sang the ‘ohh’s’, he stretched his arm all the way against the steering wheel as he began to grind in his seat, his hips moving from side to side as he did short thrusts. Sadly, his fun was quickly cut out yet again as the music came to a stop.

Although it was a good laugh, Natalie wanted answers to her questions, well, the only question she asked, she wanted an answer to.  “Come on, Joe.” She said with a scoff, her mood becoming a bit lighter. “Enough of your embarrassing moves. You dance like my dad, well, without the grinding and all.” She teased, finally shifting in her seat to face him more. “Answer the question, old man.”

Clutching his chest, Joe groaned in agony as if he was seriously hurt. “Goddamn it, child!” He cried out. “Calling me old like your dad and turning off my radio again! You’re just on a damn roll right now, aren’t you? Hitting me where is really hurts!” Removing his hand from his uniform, Joe watched the road for a moment before waving a finger in her face. “Call me old all you want – obviously, I’m an old man that you have a crush on and that turns you on -, but touch my damn radio? Nope, you’re crossing the line yet again, young lady.” Turning the radio back on, Joe added one last warning. “Don’t touch my damn radio again and if you do, I’m pulling over.” Breaking the tension with his warning, he smiled, those deep dimples revealing themselves.

“I’m checking your body language, I love the conversation – not really ­- and when you lick your lips I get a tingling sen—.” Yet again, with wide eyes, Joe snapped his head to look at her, the radio cutting off again. “FUCK,” Joe yelled, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. “I fucking tell you not to touch my shit and what do you do? Touch my shit! You listen so well in class, but outside, you don’t listen for shit, Natalie.”

Knowing the area like the back of his hand, Joe turned down a side road that resulted in a dead end. The street was dimly lit, the only light was whatever the moon was offering and the number of houses that belonged to the street was scarce.

Hearing Joe yell and get angry was not only extremely intimidating and scary but slightly funny and attractive. Shrinking back into the seat, Natalie knew better than to anger him further. “Damn, Mr. Merriweather.” She began, figuring that using his formal name would keep him from becoming even angrier. “Or Officer, whichever you prefer, I’m sorry. I was just —”

“You were just disobeying my order, now weren’t you? I tell you twice not to touch my stuff and you still don’t listen.” Joe interrupted, his voice portraying frustration even though he physically wasn’t angered, instead, he was laughing on the inside with what he was about to do.

Pulling onto the grass of the side road, the truck came to a stop and Joe shifted it into park.

“Wait, whoa, what’s going on?” Natalie asked, looking from Joe to the window and back to Joe almost as if she was a scared animal. “Were you serious?” Natalie asked, watching as Joe shifted in his seat and began taking his windbreaker off. If she thought watching him put his suit jacket on in class was slow, watching Joe take off that black jacket was twice as death and twice as slow. “You’re really goi–.” She stopped, watching as his hand came and hovered just inches away from her face as he removed the jacket from his body. The smell of his cologne briefly making her drunk. Shaking her head just slightly, she continued.  “Going to make me walk?” She questioned, almost pleading for him to say he was joking.

Joe gently placed his jacket onto the center console and inhaled deeply. Without a word, he turned the truck off, opened the door, stepped out, snatching his wallet from the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.

With her heart beginning to switch into a faster beat, Natalie watched as Joe stalked around the front of the truck. Despite it being almost completely dark, she could tell his posture was hunched and she could see a hand aggressively running through his hair.  It didn’t take long before he stood just outside the passenger side door. Clenching her jaw and exhaling deeply, she prepared herself to be chewed out.

Reaching the other side of the truck, Joe stood before the closed door for a moment, adjusting his equipment belt, and brushing a piece of lint from the sleeve he wore on his right arm. Finally, he placed a hand on the handle and pulled the door open, making the area come to life with a bit of light. “Get out,” Joe ordered, motioning for her to step out of the truck.

Shaking her head, Natalie cupped her hands in her lap. “Joe, no.” She pleaded, shifting further into the truck so her back was now against the center console – the heat from Joe’s jacket still radiating onto her skin. “Come on, Joe, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. You’re not really going to make me walk home in the pitch black?”

Joe stood there quietly, shifting on his feet, his eyes latching onto the step of the truck. He never once threatened to make her walk. Yes, he threatened to pull over the truck, but to make her walk? No, Joe wasn’t that evil.

Shaking his head, Joe lifted his gaze, a sly grin on his feature. “Get out of the truck.” He ordered yet again, taking a step forward, placing a foot on the step of the truck. “You know, I am still on duty, I can still arrest you.” Joe toyed despite his voice still being authoritative. Reaching up, he gripped the handle on the roof of the truck and pulled himself up, leaning slightly into the cab, looming over her. “But I won’t because I am so nice and have no reason, but that doesn’t mean I won’t punish you.” For a moment, he was nothing but serious, but after a second that façade faded and a smile formed on his face. “Get out of the truck,” Joe said, reaching out and gripping one of her wrists. “Who said I was going to make you walk anyways?” He asked, pulling himself out of the truck, guiding her with him. “That’s horrible of you to assume that I am that horrible of a man,” Joe added, stepping down from the step and back onto the grass.

Confused for a moment, Natalie willingly let Joe guide her back into an upright position. “Wait, what?” She asked more to herself than to him. “Wait…what?” She questioned again, realizing that the situation wasn’t going to play out how she actually thought it was going to. “Oh.” She said to herself, finally focusing on Joe who had a large smile on his face. “You want to punish me that way? Ohhh, I got you now.” She said although it came out a bit more flirtatious than expected.

Raising an eyebrow, a deep and low chuckle came from Joe’s lips. “Oh, you got me?” He repeated, dropping his hand from her wrist and letting it fall onto her lap. “No,” Joe said, shaking his head. “I think I got you.” In a quick motion, both hands snaked their way along her thighs and pulled her into his body. “We’ll be in the bed like…” He whispered, wrapping a hand around her back and pulling her out of the truck. “Ooh, Ooh Ooh.” Joe repeated, this time instead of singing it, he groaned it.

With a smile spreading from ear to ear, Natalie couldn’t help but laugh at Joe, slightly shocked by the situation, but extremely aroused at the same time. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned in for a kiss, but the only thing he did was back away and shake his head.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Joe scolded, taking a few steps away from the truck, leaving the door wide open. “Punishment.” He whispered, lifting her up slightly so she wasn’t sitting directly on his utility belt.

“Oh, come on, Joe,” Natalie begged, leaning in for another kiss, only to be rejected yet again. Sighing, she decided to let one hand run from the back of his neck down to the first button of his uniform. She managed to only get one button undone before Joe leaned forward, latching his lips onto her neck, forcing her hand to grip his uniform instead of unbuttoning it.

With one hand clutching his black uniform, the other clutched his black hair as Joe continued to stay latched onto her neck. He wasn’t kissing, instead, he was sucking on the delicate skin – the pulse in her neck nearly throbbing throughout her body. It didn’t take long before Joe nipped at her skin and pulled away slightly, his tongue grazing across the newly bruised area before he moved his head to the other side, forcing Natalie to cock her head back and let out a soft moan. He rested idly next to her ear, his warm breath spreading out across her neck before he went in and nibbled on her ear.

“Don’t be too loud now, we are still in a public area,” Joe whispered, nipping at her ear once more before carrying her to the back of the truck. Adjusting her against his chest once more, Joe searched for the handle of the truck bed as his lips focused on her collarbone. Exploring the bare area that her V-neck offered, he let the scruff of his beard tease her for a moment before backtracking and planting a line of kisses until he reached her neck.

After a moment of searching, Joe finally pulled the handle, forcing the bed of the truck to come crashing down just behind Natalie. “Fucking finally.” He groaned, pulling back slightly, and looking over her features. With the help of the cab light just before him, Joe examined the mark he had left on her, an accomplished chuckle coming from his lips as the purple and blue bruise was rapidly forming. “Might want to cover that up, but next time…” Joe gently placed her down onto the flap of the bed, “Next time I’ll make sure to leave them in places where no one can see them.”

Casting a careful glance around, Joe ensured that no car or person was in the area before proceeding.

Running his hands up her sides, forcing her shirt to ride up with his hands, Joe ran them back down until they rested on her waist. Pulling her body into his chest, Joe hunched over, his lips connecting with her warm stomach while one hand entwined itself with one of hers.

Slowly and teasingly, Joe planted gentle kisses from her bra down her stomach. It didn’t take long, but her free hand latched onto his hair yet again, forcing Joe to look up at her, his scruff gliding up and down her stomach as a result of their deep breathing. “Don’t do that,” Joe warned, planting a single kiss just above her belly button. “Punishment, little one.” He repeated, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he watched her squirm beneath him as he grabbed her hand and pulled it from his hair.

Pulling away, Joe turned his attention towards her face, resting his lips just inches from hers as both of his hands entwined with hers, lifting them above her head. “You go and hang out with Landon after I told you time and time again that he is nothing but trouble. You come to my office and try to seduce me into fucking you – which we almost got caught doing – and then no more than forty-eight hours later you’re out with that fuck getting ‘food’ and letting him drive drunk.” Joe paused, glancing down, and watching her arch towards him, her body wanting to be against his. Chuckling, he placed her back into his sights. “For that, you need to be punished in some way,” Joe said with a smile, abruptly standing tall, and running a hand along his belt, searching for a pair of cuffs, but considering that his cuffs were on Landon and that his spare set rested in the cab of his truck, his plan to cuff her was cut short.

Clenching his jaw and cocking his head back, Joe clamped his eyes shut and let out a hearty groan. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, shaking his head, and running his hand down his neck. “Fuck it,” he muttered yet again, placing his hands back onto her, letting them get to work on her jeans. “Deal here is, you can’t touch me. Touch me and I’ll stop.” Joe warned, pulling the leather belt from its buckle, and unzipping her pants. “Got it?” Joe asked, receiving a nod in response which was then met with Joe pulling her pants down in a quick motion. “Good, take that as you first and last warning,” Joe announced, taking a step away from the bed of the truck, discarding her jeans, and tossing them beside her.

Crouching down just slightly, Joe lowered his face, becoming eye-level with her already wet pussy. “Tisk, tisk, that’s what I missed out on two days ago,” Joe spoke to himself as he ran his hands down her smooth legs, spreading them out before placing his hands back onto the bed of the truck. “Sadly…” Joe began, sinking his face between her thighs, leaving a trail of kisses on one side. “I can’t go…” Switching sides, he placed another trail of kissed along her thigh. “Back to the station…” He zoned in on her white laced thong, placing a single kiss on the material before pulling away and slipping his finger beneath the thin material. “Smelling like pussy, so, this meal…” Joe pulled the material to the side and straightened up, his free hand returning to his own zipper. “Will have to be eaten later on.”

To his amazement, Natalie was finally listening to his orders. She kept her hands to herself, although it was apparent that she was desperate to latch onto his hair or grip some part of his body.

After a moment of fiddling with his own zipper, Joe dug one hand into his pants, gripping his fully erect dick while the other dove two fingers into her pussy.  This combination was enough to make Joe nearly come to his tipping point, but his attempt to control himself was successful.  

Despite being fully clothed, Joe pulled his dick out and just as he was about to trade his fingers for his dick, Joe paused. After years of having unprotected sex with his ex-wife, it was natural for Joe to just dive right in, but not this time around. An animalistic groan came from Joe as he pulled his fingers from her and placed them on her mound, his other hand reaching for his wallet, pulling out a condom. “Can’t forget protection,” Joe spoke lowly, his tone joking as he placed the wrapper in his mouth, tearing the wrapper open, and spitting it onto the side of the road.

It took him a moment, but he finally managed to roll the condom on. “Fucking things. I’m not used to them anymore.” Joe said in annoyance as he positioned himself between her legs once more.  Gripping his dick, he teased her entrance as he leaned over her yet again. Not only were his breaths deep and unsteady, but hers fell in line with his. Smiling, Joe placed a gentle kiss on her bruised neck before returning to her ear “Now, try to be…”  In a quick motion, he thrust himself into her – a cry of pleasure coming from her.  “Quiet.” Joe finished in a low chuckle, placing his hands back onto her hips as he straightened back up, his thrusting finally taking effect after letting her adjust to him. “I would bite down on your lip of yours to make sure you keep quiet, but that would give you more pleasure than what I’m giving you now.”

At first, his thrusts were slow and painstakingly long, but being on the side of the road was no place for being slow and sensual, so, Joe increased his pace. With every thrust, Joe pulled her body towards his, meeting his thrust, forcing his orgasm that was already looming over him to creep closer and closer.

“Fuck,” Joe panted with closed eyes as he cocked his head back, his hands gripping her sides firmly. He suddenly felt the warmth of her hand wrap around one of his wrists, forcing his lids open and for him to look down at her.

The crackling of the radio snapped Joe out of his tranquility and disturbed his thrusts. Freezing mid-thrust, Joe remember that he was, in fact, still on the clock. “Fucking shit,” he complained, resuming those painstakingly long thrusts as a call came out over the radio.

“Hey, Merriweather, get your ass back to the station. That arrestee you gave me is acting up and since you’re the original arresting officer, you need to deal with this mess.”

Groaning, Joe placed a finger on his lips, telling Natalie to be quiet.

Taking a few seconds to himself, despite still slowly thrusting into her, Joe conjured up his thoughts and tried to slow his heavy breathing. Pulling a hand from her and placing it on the radio, Joke spoke. “Yeah…ugh…” Joe began, pausing just seconds later to gather his breath yet again. It didn’t help that Natalie gripped at his pants, pulling herself up slightly and further into him and vise versa. Raising his other hand, Joe forcefully gripped her neck, forcing her to lay straight back down. His grip may or may not have been a bit too tight, but right now, Joe needed to focus and reply.

Clearing his voice, he finally replied as if he wasn’t currently thrusting into a woman at that very moment. “10-4, I’ll be coming soon.” He managed to say without skipping a beat.

Instead of removing his hand from Natalie’s neck, Joe continued to keep it there, his grip loosening slightly as he quickened his pace. It didn’t take long, but Joe leaned forward yet again, this time his mouth finally meeting with hers, indicating to both of them that he was close to the edge.

Overcome by some strange need to make Joe cum and make him cum well, Natalie bit down daringly on his lower lip, her hips rocking against him while holding onto his neck, and arching her back, her chest glued to his.

Natalie felt Joe go taut from head to toe; the violent shudder running right through his tired body, his fingers tensing as they clutched at her waist; the warmth caught by the condom spreading within the container. His release was accompanied by an “oh, fuck” right into Natalie’s mouth. Joe continued to rock into her, each thrust a little less violent than the last, trembling just a little as the tension throughout his body was released. After a few moments, his hold on her loosened, and he stepped away, pulling out of her.

Natalie looked him over, the vein in the middle of his forehead protruding out as well as the veins littering his bare forearm. She watched as Joe gripped the end of the bed and steadied himself while his head hung low and his chest rapidly rose and fell. Running a hand across her cheek, Natalie giggled lightly and laid her head back onto the warm bed of the truck as she closed her eyes.  

Joe took a few moments to himself before removing the condom and tucking himself back into his pants. “Get up,” Joe said, stepping away placing a hand on her thigh, wiping his cum off before turning away and tying the condom, tossing it into the woods afterwards.  “Enough serving gotta go back to protecting.”

It took a good chunk of time, but Natalie and Joe finally arrived in front of her house.  Parking the truck in the middle of the road, Joe glanced at the house, unsure if she lived at home or if she rented a house with a handful of roommates.     His investigation came to a stop when she placed a hand beneath his chin, forcing him to turn and look at her.  A wary smile claimed his features as he tried to hang his head low, slightly embarrassed by the actions that happened just a short while ago.   Smiling, Natalie stared at him for a moment before leaning in and giving him a kiss – which wasn’t returned on his part at all. Regardless, when she pulled away, that same smile was on her features as she opened the truck door and stepped out. “See you in class,” she said with a wink.