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Quarterly Fic Rec List 2023 #4

Hello! This is the last list of 2023! These are the wonderful fics I ended my year with! I hope you enjoy them! If anyone would like to be removed from this list; please let me know! As always each of these fics has its own content warnings, and most, if not all are 18+ so Minors Do Not Interact!

Seokjin

daydream @joonie-beanie

summary: Your literature professor has a bit of a…gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios…involving him.

pink panther @gimmesumsuga

summary: The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are

9 months to fall in love @floralseokjin

summary: It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in. Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it. Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

dream come true @sugaurora

summary: Since your brother had warned you years ago that his best friend Seokjin was off limits, you’d only allowed yourself to safely fantasize about him in your dreams. You’re not sure why tonight his lips feel so much softer and his hands so much warmer than usual, but you’re also not about to complain.

whole @yoongiphoria

Yoongi

can't afford love @dollfaceksj

summary: Your childhood dream of having 2 children in a big house with a blooming marriage by this point in time has been eliminated the moment divorce came knocking at your door. With only one child and finding yourself back at square one, you ask your ex-husband—Min Yoongi—if he’d be down to fulfill 1 of these 3 things on your childhood’s bucket-list. And no, it’s not giving you a big house.

u suck !! @kithtaehyung

summary: Jimin’s cul-de-sac is filled to the brim with autumn leaves, trick-or-treaters, and halloween spirits. but the scariest part of the night? yoongi himself. and the way he looks downright sinful in his costume.

three tangerines ^

summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

broken pt. 1 ^

summary: chilling conversations prolong things even further… until everything goes to hell.

ghostface killers @gimmethatagustd

summary: You’ve had your eyes set on Yoongi for as long as you can remember. What you didn’t know is that he’s had his eyes on you, too.

red & white @sweetestofchaos 💜

summary: you and yoongi have something to share this holiday

Hoseok

spookie coochie @gimmethatagustd

summary: The only monster Hoseok wishes you were interested in finding this Halloween season is his monster c–

drink champagne in my airplane @bangtanintotheroom

summary: Your friend Hoseok decided to use his excessive wealth for good and take the both of you on a much-needed vacation. The flight was meant to be relaxing until he broke out one of his most expensive bottles of champagne.

a holly, jolly crisis @kpopfanfictrash

summary: At this time last year, you thought you had it all. A kick-ass screenwriting job for the hottest TV show in LA, an actor boyfriend whose career was taking off and an affordable apartment with not one, but two bathrooms. Fast-forward to now and you’re single, soon-to-be jobless and searching for a way to scrape together January rent. Everything seems to be falling apart, which was why you told your family you weren’t coming home for the holidays. Enter your little sister, Sara, who recently became engaged to her boyfriend, Yoongi and needs you home to celebrate. The biggest problem? Returning home means you’ll be forced to face everything and everyone you left behind, including Yoongi’s best man – and your ex-best friend, Hoseok.

12 lays of christmas @minisugakoobies

summary: Your brother’s best friend Hoseok really likes your cookies

it's a promise @sahmfanficbts

arranged marriage au

Namjoon

close, closer, closest @augustbutwinter

summary: you know your soulmate is close, but you haven’t met them yet. every day your counter goes up when you pass that one station. until one day it doesn’t.

make an effort @7ndipity

summary: When you ask Joon to be your fake boyfriend, he ends up finding out about your very real crush on him. Luckily for you, the feeling’s mutual.

a word from our sponsors @ugh-yoongi

summary: you’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it.

Jimin

cloud nine @suga-kookiemonster

summary: “he’s here again,” viv whispers. “you know who. the hot guy who’s totally into you.” and he is hot--devastatingly hot enough that you know he can’t actually be into you, because the universe simply doesn’t work that way. that still doesn’t stop your heart from pounding when he smiles at you from across the room.

menace @eoieopda

summary: Far and away the worst of your brother’s friends, you added Park Jimin’s presence in your life to the long list of grievances you held against Seokjin. Too bad you can’t keep your hands off him.

crescent bound @parkhabits

summary: One night you’re having the best hookup of your life and the next you’re being told that the little mark on your neck is more than just a hickey and that Park Jimin was more than you expected too.

the dark side of the moon @dovechim

summary: falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes.

a remedy for mondays ^

summary: all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

heavy petting @kittae

summary: Your boyfriend is not just a cat hybrid, he’s also very needy! When you come home from work and you expect him to be all over you, you’re fairly disappointed to find he prefers a nap over some well-deserved quality time. You’ll make sure to pay him back for that.

the devil in his details @johobi

summary: Evil comes in many forms. In this instance, it’s a 5′8″ pretty-boy with an even prettier dick. And you’re the form you want him to come in.

me, you, and this thing we have between us @boymeetsweevil

summary: You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it

devil's advocate @7cypher

summary: You had met the devil on a hot summer day. He had shown up in a red polo, red cap, and white sneakers on his feet. That day, you had invited your devil into your home and he hasn’t left since.

no strings @kpopfanfictrash

summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

the ten days of ex-mas @kpopfanfictrash

summary: Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling. Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

Taehyung

midnight @sailoryooons

summary: Taehyung loves being your prince charming, even if it means trying to find where you’ve wandered off to in the middle of a Halloween party without your shoes.

the holi-date @kpopfanfictrash

summary: When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.

of lace and lust @hobidreams

summary: friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.

hush @suga-kookiemonster

summary: four seats, five bodies. “careful, sweetheart,” he breathes into the shell of your ear, hands tightening over your waist in warning. you lick your lips, pausing just long enough to ponder: what if you don’t want to be careful?

rotten angelcake @inkedtae

summary: she’s as sweet as angelcake; he likes her honeyed rotten. this is a series following the complicated relationship between a sugar baby, sugar daddy and his corruption kink.

sausade @kimvvantae

summary: no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

kinda hot @kimnjss

summary: you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

Jungkook

jungkook drabble @euphoricfilter

summary: obsessed gf m/c and equally as obsessed boyfriend jungkook. he’s the light of her life, and she’s the reason he smiles

blessed with a curse @sweetestofchaos

summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them.

seasons don't fear the reaper @augustbutwinter

summary: life is short, they say. one day everyone meets their death, they say. how often can you meet yours before he takes you with him?

because i love you ch. 13 @readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

a holiday snowdown @kpopfanfictrash

summary: The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that's what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents' idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jungkook Jeon himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation's sweetheart. What's the problem? You happen to have met Jungkook Jeon before, and sincerely hoped you'd never see him again.

all grown up @btsgotjams27

summary: A family reunion brings back the young boy you grew up with. Though he wasn’t the doe-eyed boy you once knew, he stood in front of you all grown up.

this is us ^

summary: you start to fall hard for jungkook.

OT7/Multiple Members

carnival of terror ch. 2 @theharrowing

summary: The carnival is in town, and it is unlike anything you have ever experienced. Will you make it out alive?

the gentlemen @honeymoonjin

summary: Sick of unsatisfying hookups, boring relationships or the company of your own hand? Apply today for the chance to be on bangasm.com’s very first reality show! Seven attractive young gentlemen will be vying for your choice of who is best in bed. All from different backgrounds, these men claim they’ll be able to rock your world, so don’t hesitate! Apply now!

of storms and vampires @wishesunderthestars

summary: During the worst storm you have witnessed in your life, a bat crashes on your window. When you bring it inside your cottage to take care of it, you realize it isn’t simply a bat but a baby vampire. Your past has come back to haunt you because Jungkook’s sire is no one else but Min Yoongi, who you had left behind when you disappeared five years ago.

oh, little red @jincherie

summary: You knew they warned you about that path for a reason, you knew you shouldn’t take it as a shortcut. You knew, but you were running late, and you did it anyway. Oh, little red, just what have you gotten yourself into?

Ateez

Seonghwa

let me keep you warm @sweetestofchaos 💜

summary: “Are you cold?” “A little bit but I’ll be okay.” “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

#jjungkookislife fic rec list #jjungkookislife fic rec masterlist #jjungkookislife fic recs

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eggtartz · 1 year ago

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✧ 26th October ✧

Sanji Vinsmoke // "Bon Appetit!" (f! strawhat crew reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : ice play, sanji wants his women satisfied, uhm ice goes into the coochie

having a relationship with the sanji vinsmoke is honestly going great for you. the food is great, the way he treats you is even better. it's a stable relationship between you and him and you can not ask for anything more. well, except for one thing. given how lewd and perverted sanji is around women, you really thought he's a beast in bed. that perception changed when you got into a relationship with him and safe to say that it's bland.

like bland as hell.

the sex was always vanilla and the most extreme thing he has done is probably fingering you dry. this had to change and you're determined. waking up that day, you marched pass the other crews while blossoming them a smile. you arrived at the kitchen where sanji was humming while cooking breakfast. "good morning y/n-swan! breakfast is almost ready, do let the others know and sit down, yes?" he said sweetly, you're almost sorry.

"sanji, I don't feel like having breakfast today" you pressed yourself against his body, making sure he feels how erected your nipples are. you wanted him to lose control, to let go. sanji almost choked at the sight of your boobs almost spilling out from your top and he can see your nipple through it. "y/n.. d-did you not wear anything underneath?"

"wanna find out?" you purred, calling him in like a siren calling for the sailor. you were going to make sure the sailor wrecked his ship today. You pulled his loose tie as his cigarette fell from his lips at the directness. "come, my room's empty. we can do more" you purred again as sanji's eyes changed into hearts as he drooled over your seductions. as the time you two arrived at your room, you puled down his coat blue shirt as you took off your top. sanji's nose bleed at the beautiful sights of your tits, almost cooing when he gets ahold of them. "y/n-swan's breasts are the best! so soft, squishy!" he muttered, gently lapping on them and tweaking the bud. "sanji!" you whimpered as he squished two boobs to fit in his mouth.

you backed up bit by bit until eventually you two fell on the plush bed. "i actually have something to say, sanji.." you jolted between words as his mouth wrapped around your nipple. "yeah? What is it?" he asked, eyes closed. "i wanna spice things up when we have sex" you blurted that his tongue stopped. "were you not satisfied before, my love?" he looked up to you, a tinge of hurt in his tone. "no! it's just, okay, fine. it isn't sanji.. i never get excited and usually i get bored than excited" you sat up to look at him properly. "is that selfish?" you asked gently, not wanting to offend him. "absolutely not. i'm glad that you stated it, dear. as a gentleman, i feel ashamed to leave you unsatisfied. tell me, what plans do you have? i'm in board!" he smiled as you sighed in relief.

"uh, could you masturbate while i play with myself?" sanji was more than eager, pulling out his dick from his briefs. meanwhile, you bent down under your breath and pulled out a bucket. sanji didn't questioned the contents but he could see a bunch of ice in there along with a bottle of wine.

you spread your legs, revealing your bare cunt for him to see. "do you have a clear view?" you asked and was answered with a moan "the best view" sanji bought his hand up and down his cock, spitting on his hand. you took one ice and circled them around your pussy lips and sanji almost came.

almost.

sanji grunted, squeezing his dick as the ice swirled around your folds and he had this urge to put his tongue there too. "y/n.." he said under his breath. you smiled and when the ice melted, you slip it inside of you and it popped back out when you clenched. sanji was amazed with the show, his balls have never felt this tight before and he was itching to touch you and fuck you raw. a daze was clouding his head of how good your pussy must feel right now.

you teased him, the ice resembling a circle going in and out your pussy with easy as another hand of yours circled another ice around your clit. you throw your head back, the coldness from the ice and sanji's piercing eyes drilling holes into your gushing cunt was arousing you tremendously. "are you looking, sanji? how my pussy gets wet from the ice?" he was jacking off with concentration, sweat on his forehead. "i can see, y/n. it's so hot.. so fucking hot" he growled. "and it can be like that without ice, you know?" you said again as sanji smiled. "you're right darling."

he moved himself, plunging his dick inside your pussy with the ice still inside. "sanji!" you yelped but he was already thrusting and already found a steady but punishing pace, "i was foolish to not see how you were unsatisfied, y/n. let me help" he dribbled spit on your lower tips, as you wrapped your legs around him. "oh, sanji!" you moaned when his cock pushed the ice deep in your gut, the feeling of it slowly melting away was making you mushy "thank you for telling me, y/n" he whispered, spitting on his palm and rubbing your stiff clitoris as you mewled.

"you won't regret it!" he grunted, his cock disappearing inside and out of you. his thrusts were brutal and fast as you saw stars and feel your climax knocking in. "i'm gonna cum, sanji!" you huff as he went faster. "do it, y/n. i need to feel it.. i never felt it before but now i'll make sure you cum until you can't!" he bullied his seed inside you, melting with the ice as you came with your eyes rolled back. "that was.. so good.. mmh." sanji placed his fingers inside, gently scooping out the remaining ice as he placed it on his tongue and kissed you. the ice was passed on to each other mouths as drool dribbled under the chin and the ice completely dissolves. "i hope you're satisfied, y/n-swan" he panted against your lips. "oh you left me satisfied indeed" you purred, holding his face as you two kissed again.

#one piece imagine #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji one piece #sanji smut #sanji imagine #sanji op

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digenerate-trash · 11 months ago

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Hmm~ I hope you can help me then! Since I'm not native English speaker my use of words is often wacky. I can not fully think of something "in-character" for Somno-freak Yan!Robin to say when he's doing his "deed" with my PC Kariya. The idea stuck inside my head since that you-know-which-post of your, I have to get it out of my system somehow >'''<)!!

Imagine PC is sound asleep, cuz they drank the hot cocoa/lemonade he gave them and god know what he put in there. He can't help it thou, they went to the forest one day and then disappeared for weeks, and came back with a collar encased their neck. Now, PC is sleeping peacefully, safe and sound in his bed... What would he do? What would he say? Give me the "words", and I will translate them into "images" as best as I could when I have time to draw! : D

Almost forgor, Robin in Kariya' save is male with coochie : D I would still draw this sooner or later, but if you're willing to lend a hand, it would be a big help✨

OMG hi!!!!! You're like the robin simp and you're asking me for help!!?!?!?!!? I'm freaking out dude!!!!! but yeah!!!! I'm gonna do what I can to help your vision as best I can!!! I love somno freak robin!!!!!!!

It was pretty easy to get you to drink the sedative. He thought it might be harder because you're usually so careful. But as soon as he said it was for his weekend job you drank it down without hesitation.

"How's it... taste?" Robin asks as you look up from your cup. You scrunch your nose a bit. Usually, you'd brush off anything wrong, but Robin had asked for your honest opinion after all.

"Somethings... off. It's bitter." You say setting the cup down "Maybe some more sugar this time?"

"Sugar- yeah." Robin laughs a bit. Before turning back around to clean up his mess in the communal kitchen. You lean on your hand as you sit at the table watching Robin clean up. He's always so nervous. It's cute.

Once everything is clean Robin takes your hand and you yawn as he leads you back to his room. The bottle of sedatives rattles a bit in his sweater and he grips onto it to stop the noise. Not that he thinks you'd ever be suspicious of him.

Robin sits you on his bed and gets a game set up on his system.

You lay back as he talks. You're barely paying attention as he speaks. Instead, you curl up on his soft sheets and start to drift off.

Robin looks over at you mid-rant and realizes how well his plan worked. You're asleep- and according to the doctor, you'd be out for hours. None the wiser.

He heads to the door locking it. He might have hours to play with you but he doesn't want to waste a second of it.

He reaches over and pulls your shirt up to show off your chest. He can't help himself he's panting heavily as he leans over and kisses and licks at your nipples he's careful not to bite but the temptation is there as he drools on your skin. Your body is so soft as he feels you up. Your breathing is deep and shallow as you sleep.

Robin throws off his sweater and pants before he straddles you. Yanking up your skirt and showing off your pretty thin panties that barely conceal you. He's already panting as he leans over you. You look so happy as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

"I... I need to have you." *Robin pants as he grinds down on you roughly. His face is red. He can't help himself he always gets so shy around you. "When we have sex for the first time- I'll make sure.... I'll make sure I'm less nervous"

he laughs a bit to himself as he continues to use you. That was the point of these little sessions after all. Practice.

Robin humps against you harder. He can feel you getting hard and his underwear has soaked through by now. Your face is blushing but you are still in blissful sleep as he leans over your body to kiss you deeply. He forces his tongue into your mouth continuing to hump at you his actions getting more frantic as he's close to his peek. Your breathing is getting heavier too as you tense up and cum staining your underwear.

Robin pulls back looking down at the mess. He blushes harder than before and covers his mouth. He was supposed to edge you... make this last as long as possible... but he got carried away.

"T-thats alright" he pants leaning down to lick up the mess. "I'll just try again" (I hope this is a good enough scenario for you!!! I love somno freak robin!!!

#dollya #robin the orphan #drugging #dub con #tw rape #tw molestation #tw somno #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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hetr0ph0bic · 2 years ago

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I got sumn!!! Y/n seduces and sleeps with riri and Shuri SEPARATELY and they figure it out while chatting in the lab and decide to teach her lesson ;) w/ smut obvi

our girl

tag : shuriri x reader warning :ropes? public hunching? coochie eating! fingering! Strapping! n more summary: yes porn, whats but u already knew tht wrd cnt :7.3k+

a/n okay so thxxxxxx for the req i had so much fun writing it! fr i luv u!!!!!!! title inspo -

oh, that's your bitch? That's my ho too We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl"

riri walks in sync with ayo and aneka, the three of them in dire need of a fun night. they find themselves outside of a old ranned down club, the dim neon lights read ‘club usana’.

“ yall really wanna go in here? it look like a hole in the wall” riri points to the walls of the club.

“princess we wouldn't have you just anywhere, i promise its nice inside” ayo drags riri inside of the club aneka following behind. “we are going to dance, i know, i know you're not staying with us. don't make any stupid decisions! stay here and ring us if anything is wrong!” the couple scurries away. riri looks around the dark club, trying to find something or someone she knows. not finding a familiar face, she settles for the bar. riri steps up to the long bar leaning to the side, she rubs shoulders with you. riri looks you up and down, drinking your warm skin.

‘hm i knew this dress was the one’

“oh my bad- i didn't mean too” riri apologies swiftly. with a small smile you reach out to caress her arm.

“don't worry you're all good, and what might your name be”

riri answers with a soft pretty giggle, “riri, what's your pretty”

“ y/n, but it can be yours”

“ooh i see your slick with it”

chuckling “yeah i try to be, wanna drink then dance?” you nod over to the bartender tagging them down

“yeah, a lil drink can't hurt”

“can we get a lil whiskey on the rocks?” you then press your kimoyo beads to the top of the counter, successfully paying for the drinks.

“cheers!”

“to what though” riri questions

“a fun safe night!” you two down the burning drink, getting up to walk to the dance floor. the two of you find yourselves in a nice two step to the loud beat. but slowly that changes as you reach for riri hands. with nonverbal permission, you place them on your shoulders. a steady grind is unfolded, as you drag your hands from above her waist to riri’s hips. swinging your hands around to feel on riri’s ass, with a gasp the girl scooted closer. so close you can feel your cores meet. riri looks down, feeling the lower connection. the music blares on as a kompa style song comes to play. already knowing what to do, you mold riri’s body into the perfect shape. placing each other in the needed spot, you move her body into yours. making your cores and legs never leave each other. riri tips her head up to whisper in your ear.

“you know this song?” she fully relaxed in your arms, body flowing with the music.

“yeah it’s a classic” you rest her hands on your neck and place your hands back on her waist continuing to drive the dancing.

“what’s the name” she rests her head on your shoulder

“something going on by kaysha, it’s a bit old but it never gets old”

riri gets into the rhythm, you too being able to move your feet in a steady way. you lift riri’s head and hold onto her neck, she looks into your eyes as you move her body in tune with yours. both of your dresses ride up, but you do a good job at keeping them down. keeping the movement, you pull her bloody red dress down again for the 14th time in the few minutes. your fingers drape over her thigh, to squeeze the thigh.

“is this okay?”

“ mhmm yeah good” she mumbles out

you lift your hand from her thick thighs. placing a hand under her chin, she parts her lips letting air blow through them.

“can i do .. more” you rub your thumb across her bottom lip. nodding you both close the space. its nasty and hungry, the kiss. her lips are so fucking soft, like your kissing clouds nothing like-

‘stop, just enjoy the night’

the growing whines from riri causes you to rip your mouth from her

“we should stop right now, if not im going to fuck you right here.”

“well i think the bathroom is better.” she replies smugly, with a smirk you lead riri to the bathroom in a rush. smashing your lips together again now in the locked stall. smacks and groans fill up the empty room. you explore the girls mouth, tongue feeling everything possible. riri begins to control you and the kiss, licking on your and lips lower jaw. she slowly backs you up to the black stall divider, pushing you back to the wall,you break the kiss from the impact.

“please, fuck!” riri attacks your neck, littering in with nasty, sloppy marks. your pants echo throughout, lucky the bathroom is empty. attempting to utilize that emptiness, you eagerly pull up your dress to your chest. riri drops her knees to the floor wasting no time.

“please, i need you” you lift your heavy head to look at the other. riri looks up from the ground, eyes dark and filled with need. riri rubs her hands along your thighs pushing for legs apart.

“come on you're begging now open up your fucking legs” she takes her sweet time pealing your soaked panties from your oozy core.

lifting for hips with a cry she hurriedly pulls your soaked panties to the side. pushing her thumb inside your lips, she lets your juices soak the finger. pulling your panties to the side more she reaches up to circle your clit.

“fuck just take them off” you groan at her antics. using her strong shoulders you step out of the underwear, praying for her to continue. instead of continuing to tease you, riri dives head first. licking and sucking on your clit, prying her arms in between your legs, she forces your legs apart.

“keep your fucking legs open, fuck” she rocks her face up and down on your core. using her knees, she is able to bounce and keep your legs spread wide, allowing her all access. she moves down from your clit, to tease your hole. sucking on your red swollen clit she sticks a inch of her finger inside playing with the muscles of the entrance.

“stop fucking teasing and go all the way in ” you say through the deep waves of pleasure.

“only because you sound so nice”

riri goes for your clit again, sucking so hard. she strokes two fingers in between your lips, spit and slick covering them in an instant. riri thrust the two fingers inside of you, immediately creating scissoring motions with the digits. you arch your back, combing fingers in her hair as she jolts your body up. with her slamming and curving in you, riri finds a weak spot. repeatedly smashing, shoving against the soft tissue inside. your moans echo through the bathroom, a little lower than the blasting music, lucky.

“fuck, ri- im close” standing up on one leg you start to slam down to meet her movements

“ that’s it mama just like that” she snakes her hands up pinching your brown erect nipples

“ ri im cumming” riri applies a last bruising suck to your clit, your body quivering as your knees slowly gives out. she grabs you and pushes you up the wall again holding you as you ooze out, applying sloppy pecks to your red neck. seconds go by as you regain your energy.

swapping places, to deliver soft nibbles to her skin. from her neck to down her legs you scratch and bite. finally flopping on the tile you cup her wet heat, while kissing her thigh. looking up into riri’s low teary eyes, you begin to fondle with the black lacy underwear.

“ don't worry love, after that i promise you're gonna cum even harder, ill make sure of it” you end the promise with light kisses to her clothed pussy. you pull her underwear down pass her knees, helping her step out of them. roughly to grip riri’s leg and sliding in on your shoulder. looking at her core, seeing the slick ooze out and onto the outer lips and even down her thighs. licking your lips you lick up the limb, collecting wetness on your tongue.

staring into the other's eyes, “i knew you would taste like this, so fucking good”.

riri tosses her head back as you dive in, moving your head in a infinity motion. slick pools out as you, eat her with need. backing up you stand up to share the taste. riri jumps to kiss you, tasting her own glossy liquids she moans.

“i know i know” you slide down again to meet her heat face to face again. dipping your tongue inside her lips, licking a heavy pointed up and down, devouring her clit. her sweet moans gets louder, deeper. you place the same leg over your shoulder again. spreading her apart with your hands, you show the most attention to her clit wanting it to be swollen. showing no mercy, you give all undivided attention to the small nerve. standing on one leg the other around your neck she searches for some type of placement. riri can't reach above the stall to short, like a headboard. the other connecting wall is too far, the only choice, she rakes her hands through your hair. as you nibble and suck on the bundle riri gives you high pitch praises

“ fuck fuck yes god yes.” working your mouth lower to begin to tease her hole, she you begs add something in her.

“please i don't care, just do something, please i wanna cum hard like you said i would”. you finally give in, presenting her your tongue. she looks down as you slip inside. you start to fuck into her, face hitting her pussy. hands rubbing her clit and tongue fucking her senseless, she starts to unravel. as you slam your tongue in and out, you lock eyes with her, digging your nails in her thigh every time she looks away. her legs now showcasing red nail marks, she moans into her palm. a lousy attempt of snuffing the sounds. she silently screams as you thrust inside of her, body shaking as riri drags her nails up and down her body.

placing her other leg on your shoulders, you continue to ruin her. shaky moans getting caught in her throat, riri squeezes her thighs hard as she gasps and groans. riri’s small body quivers and becomes more broken, you can tell she is nearing the end. she trembles hard, unable to keep still for a split second. she starts rutting against for face, hands full of hair she begins fully face fucking you as you swirl with her dripping pussy.

“ don't stop, talk to it” riri pulls your hair as you hollow your cheeks, slurp on her clit. then pull it out of your mouth with a pop, repeating the action her pants reach a higher octave, chest expanding and contracting needing more air. you roll her pretty clit in your fingers, pushing her over the edge. she cums silently, mouth hung open, pussy pulsing, and convulsing to squirt. you continue fucking her on your tongue. rough hands pulling at your scalp, aiming to pull you off. failing to pull you off, riri begs and pleads “please please y/n no more i can't” ignoring her you continue to hollow your cheeks on her clit, she pushes against your face attempting to run. wrapping your hands around her thighs and holding tight she is forced to take the pleasure in over stimulation. seconds later riri is chanting again “y/n, y/n” as she comes. face and neck dripping with cum you slowly let her down from your lifted shoulders. still holding her riri takes deep long strides of air. after a few finally riri cools down, now sitting down on the sink, she recovers.

“you good ri?” you grab your belongings. you also grab and put the other things in her own purse. reaching for riri’s phone you type in your number, she is still seated on the sink.

“yeah im good, you put your number in the phone?” you two stand in the mirror fixing your dresses, hair and face.

“yeah well you got my number call me if you need anything” opening the phone you check the time “ its like 3 and i gotta be up in the morning, ill see you around” with a wave you walk out from the bathroom heading home. riri begins rinsing out her mouth and washing off her face. she drags herself out of the bathroom, going to the bar to find the dora lovers.

“ready to go ms. riri”

“yeah gotta be up tomorrow”

days latter

you feel the yellow pool concrete under your feet as you find an unoccupied mini jacuzzi at the packed party. summer time in wakanda is the place to be, the heat, the music, the food, everything is like a true dream. you settle in the mini jacuzzi calling over a waiter. they show up in a pink patterned bikini.

“what can i get you” the young girl questions

“do yall got a fruit platter, and a few water bottles” you look up to her blocking out the setting sun with your hands

“yeah i got you, anything else?” she finishes tapping the order on the tablet.

“nah that’ll be it thanks”

after a few minutes you feel a presence behind you, thinking its the waiter again you stand up in the water. but its not, in fact the last person you would expect here. the black panther, queen of wakanda

“umm sorry to bother you it’s just all of the mini jacuzzis are all full. can i join you, it’s just me.” shuri looks down on you from outside the water

“oh nah join i don't mind”, looking around you all of the other mini water heaters are full. each and every single one. each circle is able to fit five people, and even then it's about 10 in each. so it's a mystery how you had this all alone to yourself.

“oh i never got your name” shuri ask setting down all her belongings

“it’s y/n” you take the time to get a good look at the royal, it’s rare for her to be out like this. she sports a black cutout bikini with golden rings to hold the top and two bottom sides together. along with that, she has opaque cover up. shuri has a gorgeous dainty black pendent on, you can bet money that is just her suit.

“oh that’s really pretty” she smiles, sinking into the water

“not to be rude or anything but where are the doras don't they watch over you?” you honestly wonder

“nah your good, but i don't need to be babysat, i am the best fighter of the county remember.” you feel your skin get hot at the thought.

“oh yeah your right’’ you chuckle “i have some fruit and water coming over here you can have some when it arrives”

“okay thanks”

sitting under the water, afro beats blasting around them

“so what's it like being the queen and stuff”

shuri breathes out, “well hard” she chuckles

“everyone expects you to be here and there, and they don't ever let me rest. and still having to mourn and work…. its a lot.” they take about any and everything

“yeah i completely understand, well not to your extent obviously but i know what pressure feels like. from everyone around you and even people you don't even know.”

“but it is better since i am here today, getting a break.”

“if you ever need someone to help you relax call me” you say as you put a strawberry in your mouth.

“ i know i just met you but i feel like, i could tell you anything or just be natural with you.” you place your hand on shuri’s lap. not moving your hand you look into her eyes.

“oh umm sorry im sorry” you move to create a bit space

“nah your good”, shuri grabs your hand examining it.

“your nails are so pretty, but why are the two middle ones short?”

“oh umm”, you look up the meet her eyes “well, its so i dont hurt (your) walls with long nails”

dropping your hand she backs up against the wall, a red warming seeping into her skin.

“oh oh okay”, you can still see her stare at your hands

“my queen are you okay?”

she breathes out “yeah im fine, i just wasn't expecting that”

“oh im so sorry if i made you uncomfortable”, shuri shakes her head, arguing.

you reach for a piece of fruit “ so who said your life is are pressure and deadlines, what do you do?” the royal scoots back over from hugging the wall.

“i run a clothing company, i do literally… everything. i make the clothes, i do the accounting and managing of every little fucking aspect. im actual wearing me right now.”

“ whaaaa, how do you make time you anything? it has to take up your life!?”

“yeah i does even caused relationships to fail, well not really but it did at the same time”

“oh im sorry” shuri gives a sincere look

“don't sweat, its fuck her alllll the way”

“ wait, what happened?”

“lets just say she was controlling as fuck. i couldn't do anything without her aproval. partying, clubbing, working, eating, clothing it all had to be on her terms and the sex was lousy at best! most definitely toxic”

“damn, well so im glad you’re away from that. no human should be on those restrictions”.

“yeah me too, i’ve been single for a little over a month and im just now getting back outside, and just enjoying life.” you both reach for a fruit, hands grazing. with a smile “open up”.

shuri obeys opening her mouth wide you place the pineapple in. slowly itching your piece watching her closely, she finishes the piece.

“want another”, she nods her head. “shuri you have to use your words” you reach for the slice.

“ i want it.”

you put the smaller piece in her mouth again, letting your fingers swipe her tongue. pointing to the fruit, “you want something else” she nods her head again. “uh uh words” she quickly finishes the fruit

“yeah something else”

“oh really, what do you want” moving closer you stroke your hand from her neck to the middle of her breast, dropping your hand into the water playing with the golden ring that ties the black bottoms together.

“ please, just do it” she begs in a hushed tone

“do what my queen” you whisper in her ear

“fuck, just put your fingers in me” shuri breathes slow, finally letting her orbs lock with yours.

“ i don’t know” you scan around the area. the surrounding groups are drunk, high or smoking and pouring bottles of dark liquor down each other’s throats.

“okay fine- but don’t make a fucking sound, eat the fruit and act like i’m not touching you. if you gain any attention, i will stop.”

“ yes okay got it”, she grabs the platter of fruits and places them in the water. the tray is able to float on its own. shuri holds the tray with one arm fully covering her lap. you dip your hand into the royals bathing suit. instantly met with soft skin. quickly, you move your hand down to her core.

“i’m gonna push in okay” you search for doubt or question in the panther's eyes

“yeah okay” with one finger you drive in and out and a easy speed not trying to splash all the water. “ put the other one in” she whispers in your ear, she turns to grab your phone. needing something to distract her. as you add the second finger, she clenches around you. you start to curl your fingers back in forth hitting a spot in shuri. she opens her mouth to moan but quickly closes it. you look down at the royal and see her clenching your phone, “put it down before you fucking break it” with low breathy moans she manages a sentence. barely. “shut up… your fucking me like this and got the-” you cut her off with your same hand. rubbing circles on her clit, side to side with the pads of your thumb. shuri tosses the phone on to the concrete. grabbing handfuls of fruit, stuffing them in her mouth she then moans. not loud but something for her to feel release. shuri body shudders as you work your fingers in her. she clings to your shoulder, egging you on.

“please don't stop feels too good” you curve your fingers harder rocking her body in the deep water. shuri voice cracks as you rock her, entranced with you and your fingers.

you focus on scissoring her, taken in by the squelching sounds from the water, you sit and watch as the royal looses her fucking mind.

“come here” shuri pushes against your hands, letting her hand slip free from the tray. she creates small splashes in the now dark water. shuri leans far back into the wall, doing anything to buck from the intense pleasure.

soon she feeds into the thrusts, turning her head to make her pants fall on your shoulder. shuri’s cries get louder, her hands continuously ranking up and down her body. nails scratching her own body “ oh shuri” you singsong “mmmm” she answers. you smile at her while curving your fingers to touch that point that know will make her see stars “ be quiet love” pressing deep into her. shuri gnaws at her lips, trying to drown out her cries and sobs. taking your free hand from her leg, you rake your fingers through shuri soft curls. you pull her hair hard, her back in a sinful arch. through closed tight lips she mumbles “ y/n im- im cumming”.

“ i know i know just ride it out” pushing the platter of fruit to her right hand she digs she sharp nails into your thigh. shuri fights to keep her eyes from rolling back. not wanting a soul so look over and see what’s going on. you place her on one leg still fucking her. with a hand you rub circles into her back. “thats it, just like that, so good, no one noticed, you did so good” after shuri comes down she slips off your thigh and you slip your hand out.

“hey you with me” you rub your hand up and down her neck.

“yeah im here” shuri scoots off your lap, to your side. placing a hand close to your core.

“this okay right” shuri questions looking for conformation.

“ don't worry love, im good”

“are you sure i don't mind, i promise”

“no no im sure you already did a number on me. remember im here for you, to relax, im good right now”.

you and shuri spend the rest of the night there, till the people start to file out.

“this was fun ill keep in touch” shuri says as you use a towel to dry your body off. grabbing your black tote bag, you head off home. stepping off the train, using your beads to unlock the front door. you walk into your apartment. in much need of a shower, shuffle into your bathroom. slipping out of the wet bathing suit is hell but you somehow get it off. hopping into the warm shower, soap running over your body. you can't but think about the past few weeks. a wonderful booming business, getting out of a terrible relationship. god that alone is a fucking blessing. its so good being single, being able to make your own decisions, no one asking for your where about every two seconds. questioning you on cheating, dictating what to eat, wear, and how to fucking act.

walking into the kitchen, in search of food. opening up the fridge and every fucking cabinet, you settle of pizza. using your beads you order the food, waiting for it to get here you clean up the house. but shit two back to back, riri and the queen

what. the. fuck.

how the fuck was that even possible. drying off you grab a big old shirt from the closet. dirty clothes, dishes, laundry, by the time you finish the food is here. you scarf down the food and head to bed. waking up in the weighted blood-red covers. you start up on the new clothing orders.

1 week later,

“so ri hows life been treating you”

“wow so thats code for im noisy tell me all your business”

the two sit in the small lab in their connected room. blueprints and oil spread all around the many tables. they both have been in here since the crack of dawn, so cans of energy drinks are pilled up in the trash can.

“well if you wanna be rude about it, come on its been so long since we spilled dirty secrets” shuri pauses walking over to riri on the floor. “and i have news alsoooo” she drags out.

“wait you have news, okay you start first” riri wipes the oil from her hands, giving the oder her attention.

“what? no! you're just gonna have me tell everything, while you keep it on the low.” shuri points her finger accusingly

“ i promise i wont” shuri gives the engineer a look of ‘stop lying’ “ i promise for real for real.”

“okay so i’ve been doing good, you know i pulled back from working as much as i do. well passing little shit off to m’baku. he likes to feel important so i give im all the annoying work that really doesn’t call for me.”

“ okay good, good… what have you been doing with all your time then”

“ well duhh i’ve been with you. i when out to a pool party and honestly i just sleep the rest of the time away.but the thing is the pool party that’s the thing.” the royal goes quite finding it hard to find the right words. “ i don’t even know how to say what happened” shuri hides her face in her hands

“ just spit it out”

“ riri give me time im not like you dang!”

“ what you mean not like me”

“ you have no problem being unfiltered and i cant do that”

riri shakes her head finding the truth in the statement “ okay so what did you kiss a girl?”

“... no”

“ what grind on?”

“ noo… worst” her voice gets higher

“omg did you, fuck a girl???”

“ wellll she did the fucking”

“WHAT” riri jumps up yelling. settling back down on the floor , “you did what. stop. wait. what. i want every fucking detail! don't you DARE leave a single thing out. was this at the pool party? bitch, i knew i should’ve gone with you. fuck, but you wanted me to do my homework! yeah i bet so you can get your fucking rocks off. what’s her name? omg okay go imma shut up. go… go.” riri holds her hands over her mouth

“okay so a pool party, downtown by the shops”

“ yeah and everything”

“ right so its a real nice pool over there, its sections for kids and adults inside. its from like dawn to dusk. okay so it was my off day right. so i went there to have a little fun, a nice day by myself, cool. so i get there and i me this girl-”

“pause what was the fits, yours and hers? do you have pics?”

shuri rolls her eyes at the interruption “ i sent you a photo of it the black bathing suit with the rings”

“the one with yo tetas out! oh my good, your a whore! continue!”

“okay and she was wearing a nude bathing suit, god she was so fucking fine. anyway so i walk up to her and ask to sit and she was okay with it.then we started talking about work in stuff and she tells me that i can call on her to chill or relax because she has a demanding job also. oh i almost forgot so like i knew it was gonna happen when i asked about her nails.”

“color and length”

“ pink but they blended into her skin like perfectly, but the two middle ones were short so i asked why”

“ you asked her why her… two middle nails was short…. wow clueless gay!”

“ anyway, she told me why and like okay so she started to FEED me. then im like hot i ready she was super good. and she keep asking me if everything was okay and you know meee.” they crackle at shuri’s antics.

“so anyway she fingered me in the mini jacuzzi” riri mouth is agape, lost, she is stuck for a while. “wait what happened again” clearly just imagining that.

“ she fingered me, in the jacuzzi, in front of others. ri i had to not moan and i covered me up with the fucking. fruit. tray.”

“no your a liar” riri stand up pacing. “ this cant be true, its shuri miss stand-off, miss cold shoulder. no way what’s her name, did you even get her fucking name” riri now kneeling in front of the royal.

“yeah it was y/n” she plops down on the floor messy floor.

“ what, y/n, is she brown with dark eyes and long braids.”

“ wait you know her”

“um yeah we did it in the bathroom and club usana”

“HUH”

“shuri we ate each other in the fucking bathroom” “so she smashed both of us.. ion like that”

“ she said she just got out of a shitty and i mean shitty relationship-”

“ and she getting pussy like that damn. you think she down for threesomes”

“ ri! have you no shame!”

“ i don't get it i like her, i like you, you like me, and you like her why not. plus i dont like the fact that she smashed both of us”

“ oh no, i know that look. she might not even be into that!”

“into what, what look are you taking about” riri yells back

“the look where your horny and angry, you probably wanna punish her or something”

seconds pass and they both are quite

“i dont give a fuck, send for her as the queen. we ask her with full consent, if she agrees we have fun” with that riri leaves shuri in her side on the room.

the loud sewing machine noise filters through the entire house. clothes scatter the office space, but luckily all the orders for today have been made. you clip the hanging thread from the dress as you hear a knock on the door. running to the door, you place your hand on the keypad to unlock it. the door swings open and you're faced with general okoye.

“ oh! general, is everything okay? ” she gives you a warm smile

“yes, the queen calls for you.” looking down at your clothes, you know you have to change. blue penguins pajamas and dino house shoes aren't appropriate.

after swiftly cleaning up you change into a basic workout two piece. then you and the soldier are off. walking into the palace doors, okoye leads you to an empty room with a sleek white triangle table in the middle. the door shutting is the only reason you know you’ve been left alone. walking up to the table you sit, now spotting a clear chair and small folder.

the papers inside read:

‘ hello y/n i’ve called to you like this because i want no form of intimidation. you're here because me and riri ( the girl from club usana ) would like to invite you into our bedroom. if you are not comfortable with this you can put down the papers and walk out, okoye will take you home safely. at anytime you feel uncomfortable, you are allowed to leave. if you are interested, read our and list your intimacy boundaries. on the bottom lines, if you need to express anything, you can write it all there. once done, place the folder in the slot on the wall. you can then explore the palace after that.’ taking up the pen you get to writing.

the two others watches from a camera.

“ well she didn’t walk out that’s a plus” shuri sits on riri’s bed tablet in her hand.

“ zoom in! i wanna see what she’s writing” riri bumps shoulders with shuri.

“wow aren’t you eager, wasn’t this excited when we did it.” shuri tosses riri the tablet.

“oh my bad i was too busy fearing for my fucking life.”

“which was your fault by the way. trying to prove old white people wrong, about to get yourself killed.”

“ and i was excited, lame, im just cool so you didn’t peep it ” riri says zooming on the paper

“ okay so she likes….”

“breath in and out, at anytime you wanna stop say red.”

you feel the two grip your hand, walking you up to something hard. the left hand tugs at your wrist, making you tip over. yelping as you fall over, your face hits something so soft.

‘it’s just the bed’

the same hand that tugged you pulls again, you start to crawl. on your hands and knees you make your way up the bed. slender hands make their way across your torso, flipping you on your back. immediately your arms are pulled up and part, you then feel something cold. crisp handcuffs are tightened around your wrist. you hear their footsteps and warm leave from around you. shuri and riri didn’t show you around the room again, only blindfolding you and cuffing you to the bed. hell you were even still clothed in your sleeping clothes from this morning, days after you signed and went over the papers with them. sounds on smacking pulls you from your thoughts.

“ahh” you scramble to sit up, back flushed with the headboard. squishing sounds come after, almost like a bottle?

its lube, fuck i wanna see

it goes silent, then soft pants barley detectable. as the time goes by the squelching gets louder and louder. unable to tell the moans apart you grown restless.

“okay im ready put it in” riri pants out

‘so its shuri strapping riri fuck’

“fuck look back at me” shuri’s voice has gone low, deeper

“yeah just like that baby”, clapping sounds gradually build up. your core as been pulsing ever since they tied you up. mixed with the moaning, you can feel your panties wet and cold on your warm pussy. you slide to the side, trying use your propped up hand. with avail, you can’t reach the blindfold. sliding down the bed, you can bring your shoulders and upper arm to your face. using all your strength, you slowly work the tight cover off.

“fuck harder shuri, harder” riri demands. soon as the order leaves her mouth, deep sinful moans fill the room. finally sliding it down your face you can see the two. mirrors placed at each of their heads, clothes throw by the foot of the bed. shuri and riri have the most sinful arch in their backs, you could go and sit a cup on it. legs locked and intertwined, they fuck themselves from the back. a clear double-sided dildo, you can see their insides from the angle. closing your legs, shut tight. water blurs your vision, voice fully of desperation “ please, i-”

“shut. up.” riri seethes through her teeth pausing on shuri.

shuri’s broken voice cuts through “don’t stop” riri begins again, slamming back meeting shuri’s movements “ri maybe she can join now?” shuri look over to you sorry all on her face.

“what fuck no, we just started. don’t look or talk to her she’s just gonna persuade you to let her go.” riri turns her head from the mirror to look at you on the bed “slick with your words huh? shuri she’s a business person, her job is to fucking talk and trick people. she can get released once we cum and only if she’s good.” so you take it, quite as your body shakes with need. yearning to be with the two on the floor. shuri lies face down, turning her head towards you. she latches orbs, taking her hand to rub circles on her clit. rubbing till she creams with a scream. moaning shuri slips off of the toy. manhandling riri, so she’s on her back, legs behind her head. shuri works the toy deep in the small girl, taking her time. you can tell she enjoys watching riri lose her assertive demeanor.

“fuck, fuck- umm please! please shuri, harder” riri cries out

“y/n ri so wet just for us” shuri starts to thumb her clit. “awww your already swollen” riri shakes her head frantically. shuri replaces her thumbs with her lips. kissing, lapping at the poor girl.

“s-stop”

“uhh uhh take it” shuri mumbles while eating “im never gone stop” riri’s leg glitch as they tense behind her head. shots of slick and cum shoots up into the air, landing all over the room. manly on shuri’s face since she dove back in once the spraying first started.

“fuck shuri hold her legs down! shes to strong.” shuri grips your legs forcing them to stay part. she drives the special made strap deep inside of you. your skin and brain are on fucking fire. riri works you with a vibrator on your puffy clit. it wasn't supposed to go like this. fuck, your body is shaking the table. you want to touch them so bad, but the tight ruff ropes prevent you from moving.

“fuck mmmmm” you twist your head into the side of your arm trying to keep your moans down. what if someone hears you, or look up or just fucking sees you.

‘why the fuck are they fucking you on the patio?? in broad fucking daylight??’

“ fuck i can’t i can’t.”

“oh now you can't, but you can do a lot of other things. you can fuck me in front of hundreds of people without a fucking care. you can fuck riri in bathroom stalls, but you can take this.” “pathetic.” riri adds on to shuri’s rant

“right, tell me y/n does is feel good.” riri takes her fingers to open your lips spreading them apart. “look at her shuri, so fucking pretty. so pink and fat”

shuri grabs unto your hips bucking up into you, hitting a spot that makes you scream.

“don’t stop! shuri, just like that baby. yes.” you look up at riri, with tearful eyes “ri kiss me please please” “awww okay baby” riri leans down to place her lips on yours. a soft sweet kiss the total opposite of the sensations she's causing to the rest of your body. riri keeps one hand at the bottom, holding the vibrator to your clit. she throws one leg over your waist now straddling you. she places her dripping pussy on the vibrator opposite side of you. as she bites your sensitive bottom lip, she rocks back and forth on the toy. causing you pure ecstasy, the toy mixing the wetness from both of you.

“fuck just like that ri” shuri speaks up hands traveling up your legs. reaching your thigh, she pulls you both down the table near the edge. holding your thighs, she drives in and out at a nasty pace. a loud clapping sound comes as she hits your body with hers. waves making you and riri rock on the table with each hit. the pressure of your body builds up, the two making you spill over.

“ that’s it don’t stop don’t stop” your pussy pulses, squirting all over the three of you.

“ alright that's it love” shuri begins to pull out.

“ what no don’t stop! matter a fact-.” riri pushes shuri all the way out and grips your hair.

“you think that’s fucking funny”, her eyes low and black, she stands you up on your knees. seating herself in front of you, she then lays back legs spread open.

“ well start eating”, you scoff in disbelief “who do you think you-” but shuri pushes your back in, molding you with your ass up and face down. she slips back in and continues fucking you till you see stars. your face lays on riri’s open pussy, moaning and slobbing on it as you're fucked into oblivion. shuri pounds you from the back. her hand twirls your hair around her palm. once wrapped around two times, she pulls you up.

“didn’t she fucking tell you to eat”,

“mmmhmmm”

“so fucking do it”. as shuri ease you down to meet riri you slip your hands under her brown soft thighs. opening your mouth you let a long line of spit leak out onto her lips. as your body rocks with force, you see how her lips glisten with spit and her own wetness. looking up into the smaller pretty eyes “riri its so fucking pretty, so pink, so perfect for me” riri throws her head back with a deep moan. you take that as a clue to get going. you begin by licking a long strip from her hole to her clit. lifting up her hood to lick fast over the small hole. ri’s legs shake in your arms “fuck y/n keep going” so you do fully sucking on her cilt hard, rocking your face side to side covering your face in her juices.

“yeah more more”, just like before you kiss your way down to her hole. sticking your tongue inside, you struggle as you try to find the correct rhythm with shuri drilling you behind. going out on a whim, you fuck back on the special made strap. shuri gasps from the interruption, taking advantage of the open window you fuck down on the strap tongue still inside riri. soon shuri joins, finding the opening too. three different tones of moans leave the patio.

“good girl, keep going don’t stop yeah just like that keep fucking her just. like. that” shuri lands hits to your ass cheeks. you can feel your energy and willpower slipping away, tapping riri’s thighs “want you ride”.

“huh” she picks her head up, tilted it in confusion.

“ ri ride my face” finally understanding, riri scrambles up. matching your same position, she backs her ass up to your face. lining up and slipping in all by herself, using her knees riri rocks back on your tongue. as you place your hands on her thighs, slamming her back down harder. she looses her mind. as riri whines and shivers around you, you hear and realize shuri is close also. the thrust are uneven and sloppy. the burning skin from her digging her sharp ass nails in your skin. the high pitch drag out moans aren't unnoticed. creeping a hand to rub riri’s clit, you lock your legs around shuri. destined to make them both come hard, moaning on riri and squeezing the strap from inside sends them over the edge. shuri coming inside you and riri coming on you. feeling shuri’s cum inside you and riri’s lovely pleas makes your eyes roll back. slipping out of riri and off the toy, your body slumps down, trembling as you continue to release.

okay thts im tired and i know this is trash!!!! any typos? u didn't see shit goodnight

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years ago

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Since Bruce already loving up on Odd duck, I need my girl to get her coochie ATE. I just know her ex was useless in that department

Bruce figured that intimacy would be a slow build with you. That it would take time for you to be comfortable- and he was correct.

What he didn't expect was to enjoy it this much. There was something about this flavor of long-distance relationship. Where distance wasn't so much of an object- it was a matter of time.

Parting wasn't as sad. And the lead up to seeing each other again was all anticipation. There wasn't a pall over the visit, a conscious effort to stay in the moment and not worry about saying goodbye.

This was no different. Even if he only had you for a weekend. A couple days to spoil, seduce, and satisfy you while you were both in LA.

"Bruce?"

Your voice and the feel of your arms around his shoulders broke him out of his cursory inspection of the room. "Yes, Doctor?" he answered, kissing your forearm.

"Are you alright?"

Fresh from the shower after a long flight, Bruce hadn't joined you to give you some time to decompress. "I'm fine," he said, leaning back and relaxing into the touch. "Just making sure everything is how I wanted it for you."

"You know I don't need-"

"Need? No. Deserve? Absolutely," he said. "I like you spoiled."

Heat pools in your belly and you bite your lip to keep from smiling. He was good at it, making you feel spoiled. You felt so safe and so wanted- he never made you feel stupid. Even if he didn't understand. He just... love you. And all he wanted was for you to love him. "Bruce-"

He half turned in his chair and tugged you onto his knee. "You make it easy," he teased. "You're just so cute when you're satisfied and sleepy." He swatted your thigh lovingly and pulled you down to kiss you, rumbling happily when you kiss him back, unphased when your robe falls open.

"Bruce," you breathe, "If we don't stop we're gonna miss our reservation-"

"Do you want to stop?" he asked, teasing.

"No," you murmur.

"Then room service it is," he said grinning, picking you up to carry you to the bed he'd been looking forward to sharing with you. Once he got started tonight, he wasn't going to want to stop. And he had some things he wanted to try with you- things he hadn't been able to do yet without pushing you too far. But if he knew anything, it was that the quiet ones always had the most fun when you gave them free rein to enjoy themselves; and he knew when you looked up at him that you weren't any different. If he could make you feel safe enough- secure enough to bask in whatever hedonistic pleasures your little heart desired- he was going to be in for the ride of his life.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #odd duck!reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #thirst trap thursday

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 1 year ago

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What We Did Not Heed║ ⓛⓘⓜⓘⓣⓔⓓ ⓢⓔⓡⓘⓔⓢ

| What We Did Not Heed | part of the Whistle in the Dark collection ║ series masterlist ║ main masterlist ║ | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x married!fem!OC

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 12k | CONTENT: moderate discussions of verbal, emotional, and physical abuse, infidelity (husband cheating on wife), brief mention of sewer slide, Joel is straight up delirious for the coochie meow meow, mild misuse and exploitation of italicized font, husband is heinous as usual, generous heap of angst and feelings, no cucking in this installment so if that’s the only thing you came for imma be a real one and let you know upfront we got some nasty nasty filth but no cucking for this one

| SYNOPSIS: Doubts plague your mind as you try to work up the courage to end your marriage. Joel seeks to ease your apprehension, but he doesn’t know all that’s at play. In the midst of indecision, you both fail to notice what lurks in the waters, and when the tide finally recedes you’ll have no choice but to confront what lies beneath.

Joel had signed up for the patrol trip when he saw your name on the roster. You weren’t expecting him to take the assignment, one that meant he’d be leaving Ellie with Tommy and Maria for almost an entire week. Joel was still your designated patrol partner, but these irregular expeditions didn’t always align with the usual given pairings for scheduled patrols.

You have a sneaking suspicion that Joel pulled a few strings with Tommy to get paired with you because your partner had been changed to him at the last minute. It made your chest tight when you thought of his inclination to keep you close by. To be with you. To make sure you were safe.

It also left you with an ample dose of guilt that he was leaving Ellie in capable but still different hands than his own. You wonder if she can tell there’s something burgeoning within him, quickly outmaneuvering his ability to remain stoic and cryptic when trying to conceal something. Or, rather, someone. You. Trying to keep the two of you a secret.

You wonder how Ellie would feel if she knew about you encroaching on her family, assimilating it into your life as if you had any right to do so. You wouldn’t blame her for rejecting the idea. Who wouldn’t be selfish about keeping Joel to themselves?

Said man shifted his weight on the couch behind you, stirring you from your worries. You angle what you hope is a furtive glance in his direction. You follow the beautiful curve of his distinct nose, the prominent bridge flowing smoothly into the tip. The tip you loved as it nestled into the crevices of your neck and shoulders. The tip that made your breath catch when it nosed past your earlobe. The tip that dragged across your face with every fiery kiss you could steal.

“I’m gonna turn redder’n the devil’s dick if you don’t quit all that starin’,” Joel drawls, obviously amused at your complete failure to be discreet.

You straighten with a jerk at being found out and catch the curve of a smirk on his lips before returning your gaze out the window. You look down on the landscape below as you hear Joel chuckle to himself. The location you’d been assigned to was an unbelievable gem nestled just so along the mountainside. And by gem, you mean it wasn’t entirely dilapidated and smelling of mold.

The last of the sun’s rays were dancing in the sky, ebbing slowly into impending nightfall. The calm breeze of the early evening sounded like a lullaby, singing to and soothing all the living things settling down as daylight hours dwindled. Your mind starts to wander again as the conclusion of your shift draws closer.

Almost enough ration slips to cover the basics for two months. That’s what you’d amassed in your numerous extra patrol shifts you’d been snatching up left and right. Anything to get you out of the house as often as possible. You’d covered for just about everybody for any reason under the sun - calling out sick, didn’t want to miss their kid’s birthday, had another trade skill they were contributing to a community project, and so on. It had earned you quite the influx of pay, and you’d also picked up plenty of goodwill along the way, too.

It wasn’t as hard to hide your extra earnings from Matthew since you’d moved into the office downstairs and reworked it into a makeshift bedroom, but you knew he was at the very least suspicious of just how much extra pay you’d been receiving. When he started keeping less and less food in the house - or at least less accessible to you - you knew it was nothing more than a ploy to get you to show your hand, to show up with more food than you should have ration slips to afford.

When you’d arrived in Jackson, you both just sort of silently acquired whatever was needed for the household and went on about your ever divergent lives. But now? After you and Joel had been together with Matthew to witness? After Joel had utterly humiliated him and let enough of his confidence rub off on you that you joined in? No. Something dark was coalescing in the furthest reaches of his mind, somehow seeming more sinister than his previous tendencies. His shift in demeanor made nerves pool in your gut.

You also had undergone a metamorphosis of sorts. Actually experiencing and knowing Joel intimately left you ruined for anyone else. If it wasn’t him, you didn’t want it. It was different to anything you’d ever felt for anyone. It was a need. It just had to be. You couldn’t exist elsewise. There wasn’t anything else that made sense.

But your life was far from logical these days. It had been an elusive amalgamation of loyalties and betrayals and surrenders and resignations, all of which left you feeling empty and alone. Except for Joel.

You’d come to realize only recently that Matthew had effectively isolated you from those you used to call friends or casual acquaintances. It had happened so slowly that you didn’t realize it until you found yourself without any solid relationships or social circles. It had been purposeful, and you’d fallen for it. You hated how you always fell for it. You hated how Matthew always managed to get the better of you, no matter how many times you thought you’d finally gotten a grasp on how he operated.

A derisive snort behind you drew your attention over your shoulder once more. Joel remained unmoved in his spot, sprawled out lazily across the couch with a book in hand. Whatever he’d just read was obviously not up to his standards.

You sat perched at the window overlooking the clearing between trees, acting as lookout, but you indulgently ogle Joel from the corner of your eye again. He thumbs through the pages of his book thoughtfully. You smile to yourself when he wiggles a bit back and forth and clears his throat. It was a tell of his that you’d noticed whenever he’d found “a good one.”

“Ah, here we go. Here’s a good one,” he announces. You stifle a giggle.

He props up the copy of 101 Conversation Starters you’d found and given him as a gag gift. The joke was on you when he’d turned your energy right back on you and insisted on subjecting you to about 37 out of the 101 so far.

“What’s your love language? You got five choices. Words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service, physical touch, and gifts,” he lists off.

He peers over the top of the book at you with an expectant look. You hum thoughtfully as you consider your options.

“Well, I dunno. I’ve never really thought about anything like that,” you admit.

Joel makes a disapproving noise. “S’no wonder you never gave a thought to it. Fuckin’ piece of shit husband uh’yours certainly never—,” he mumbles.

“Joel, I don’t want to talk about him,” you sigh, already exasperated and keyed up just thinking about going back home when the trip is over in two days. “I just.. I just wanna be with you when I’m away from him, okay? Just, I don’t know, just forget about him. I don’t want to waste my time on him. Our time.”

“Arlight, alright. I’ll back off. Jus’ frustratin’ is all…” Joel grumbles.

“You’re telling me,” you snort. You huff a sigh and look back out the window. A beat or two passes before Joel pipes up again.

“M’sorry, honey. I know you don’t like talkin’ about that asshole. Just had a moment of frustration.”

“It’s alright, Joel. I get it. I’m frustrated, too.” You can’t will yourself to look at him. You fear he’ll have an expression that will wear down what little resolve you have and convince you to upend your entire life just to be with him. It’s what you want, but you’re scared. You’re not ready. You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about the rations you’d been siphoning off as a means to keep yourself afloat once you really did leave Matthew.

If Joel knew that was a contributing factor to what was holding you back, you know he’d just insist it didn’t matter and that you didn’t need to worry about supporting yourself. But you needed to. You had to have something that made you feel like less of a burden, regardless of whatever comforting thing Joel would say to convince you otherwise.

“Don’t hafta be frustrated…” he trails off. “Can move in with me ‘n Ellie. We can clear out whatever we need to for you. Would be a nice addition to the house. Would be nice to have you around.”

You sigh yet again and hang your head. This wasn’t the first time Joel had mentioned you leaving Matthew and moving in with him and Ellie, and you doubt it will be the last. As time went on, he transitioned from alluding to it into expressing it outright. You suppose he’s grown tired of skirting around the elephant in the room. You understand, though, because you feel much the same.

“Quality time,” you say after a few moments of pause.

“Hm?” Joel asks in confusion.

You turn to him, having worked up enough nerve to not completely lose yourself in his gaze.

“I said I think my love language is quality time. Just... I dunno, feeling like somebody cares. That somebody is thinking about me. Thinks I’m worth the effort of trying. Wants to be around me. Sees my presence as a thing worth earning.”

You shrug and try to ignore the mist clouding your eyes. You avert your gaze again.

Joel makes a noise of deep consideration. “Hm. Woulda thought it was words of affirmation just based on what my personal experience has been with you.” You can hear the cocky grin he’s wearing before you turn around to see and confirm it. He’s got a shit eating grin plastered on his face just like you knew he would.

“Must say I’m more’n willin’ to deliver on that,” he adds suggestively. You realize he’s trying to lift your mood so you don’t feel so self-conscious about getting emotional – and over something that shouldn’t feel so confusing and overwhelming.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you sniff out in a giggle. You rub the heel of your palm against your eyes to clear away the wet starting to gather there.

Joel doesn’t press you about the display of emotion. You know he tries to resist, especially when he can tell you’re still processing something. He’s somehow become even more attuned to the nuances of your moods and feelings. It makes you want to rip your hair out. Why does he have to be so satisfying and in sync and attentive? You almost wish he’d just be a grumpy jerk to you like he is to everyone else because maybe that’d make this entire mess of a situation easier in some way.

“And what about you? What’s your love language?” you pose with as steady of a voice as you can.

You glance over your shoulder at him. You both grin at each other. “Physical touch,” you both say in unison. You laugh together like you’re an old married couple, as if you’d earned this sort of domestic comfort with one another through decades of companionship.

“But I think that’s what I like. I think probably acts of service for what goes out. I like takin’ care of what’s mine,” he says slowly, pointedly. He locks eyes with you, and you can’t tear away from the burning ache in them.

His words harken back to your time together. Joel had left no room for ambiguity when he’d made you come over and over, told you how your pussy was made for him, how perfect it was, and how it was his to wreck. He’d urged for you to vocalize it, and you’d readily obliged. Because in all truth, everything of yours belonged to Joel. There wasn’t a part of you that you wouldn’t give to him if he wanted it. Except the one thing he really wanted – the one thing you really wanted – to leave Matthew.

You allow yourself to be a coward and don’t reply to his enticing words.

The sun had finally set, which meant you and Joel were off your patrol scouting duties until daylight emerged again. You stand with a groan as you stretch your lower back. Your bones make an awful cracking sound when you put your arms behind you and press your palms against the top of your butt.

“Jesus christ,” you groan as you arch further into the stretch.

“Startin’ to sound like me, darlin’,” Joel jokes from somewhere behind you.

You smile and shake your head at his teasing. “Well as it turns out, I don’t mind how you sound, so that’s not much of a drawback to me.”

Joel hums in an approving tone and watches you stretch out your stiff limbs and back.

You don’t bother to hide the playful flirting in your voice or the inviting sight of your body bending and twisting. You’re too tired for that. It was all too easy to slip into these comfortable exchanges. After you’d given yourself over to Joel for him to pick every part of you away and mold back together as his, you had worried things would be awkward between the two of you. If anything, things had only gotten more relaxed and natural.

Those walls you’d kept up to block Joel out, to protect him from the mess of your life, had been knocked down one after the other so forcefully they would never be erected again. It was only a matter of time before he made it through all of them, but that was as enthralling as it was frightening.

You hadn’t had any other sexual encounters together since then. Neither one of you pushed for it. It wasn’t for lack of desire. There was a feeling that you were on the precipice of something that might be disrupted if you went to having a full on affair with Joel. You don’t know why it is that all the things you do together don’t feel as final as having sex. Why that’s where the line is drawn in your head. It doesn’t make any sense. You both know it. But it was just something you had to keep at arm’s length until it felt clearer.

So instead you’d just eased further into one another’s company and balmy presence. Sharing kisses whenever you could manage to sneak out of sight from others. Holding each other close whenever a patrol shift allowed for it. Embracing one another as though it would be the last time you’d have the opportunity to do so.

“Well you might not mind how I sound, but I’m sure as hell gettin’ tired of my own voice. I think it’s high time you bring out whatever you planned,” he suggests.

Per your agreement, you’d both brought something to help fill the time you’d be lodged in the mountainside cabin together. It was a tedious job, but that’s exactly why Tommy wanted two people who wouldn’t let their guard down to man the station. During the day, it was hour after hour of keeping lookout while absolutely nothing happened - hopefully, ideally. Every once in a while, others in the group would round back and drop off supplies to be organized and packed up for the trip home. Once the sun dipped below the horizon each day, there was no making out much of anything, so you were relegated to just being mindful of your surroundings and happenings.

Joel had brought the book, of course. You were chomping at the bit to reveal the pack of cards you’d found — all 52! — even if you didn’t actually know if Joel liked playing cards. You like to imagine he would. Fifteen minutes later and you were more than proven correct in your assumption.

“Uh uh, now you’re tryna be slick. We said aces were high,” he argues. The low light from the solar camping lantern illuminates his devilish grin.

“No, you said kings were high and aces were low,” you correct. “So I’ll be taking my winnings now.”

You are holding back laughter at Joel’s incredulous expression, looking as though he was trying to figure out where it had all gone wrong. You go to scoop up Joel’s cards that you’d rightfully bested from him, but he laughs and grabs your wrist.

“Now hold on, you lil’ wiley thing,” he chuckles. “This requires further discussion.”

“There’s nothing to discuss except that you’re a sore loser,” you lob back playfully.

“Not sure how I can be a loser when I got the best thing I’ve ever won sittin’ right here,” he deflects with a flirtatious wink.

A warmth bleeds through his features and your belly. His grip was still on your wrist from across the small end table you’d dragged over to play cards on. The energy shifted into something heavier. Joel rubs his thumb tentatively along the delicate skin of your wrist and forearm.

“Joel.” It sounds cautionary, and you’re not sure if you’re directing it at him or to yourself.

“Leave him,” he says firmly.

Joel hadn’t asked much about Matthew. There was a sort of cocky silence to it where you felt like he knew exactly the kind of impact he’d had and the ruination and humiliation he’d rendered to him. You knew deep down he would’ve gone even further to prove his point if you’d allowed it or asked him, and that alone makes your belly erupt in butterflies. You know Joel would do anything for you. You want to do anything for him. You’re just not sure how that should go, exactly. What the bridge is that connects those two points. So, for now, you remain in your broken marriage to an increasingly hostile man.

You glance up from where Joel’s grasping you. His face is soft and open and pleading. You want to scream.

“I don’t trust him.” The edge to his voice is rougher now, like he’s trying to control himself from letting out the litany of hate and contempt for your husband that’s right on the tip of his tongue.

You arrange your face into something closer to neutral. You couldn’t risk Joel catching onto the worry so deeply settled into your chest over your husband’s recent change in behavior. You still had two days left in the trip, but you were already dreading the return home. It was the most consecutive days of reprieve you’ve had from him yet, and it was the longest stretch of calm you’ve had in a long time. You weren’t sure what would be waiting for you when you got back. Things had been tense, to say the least.

He hadn’t gone into a fit of rage or distress when Joel left the house that day – even though you felt certain he had never been angrier in his life. No, he’d simply adopted a silent, cold fury, the kind that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on end. It was reminiscent of the harbingers you’d get before your father and brother would descend into a violent, heartless fit of rage against you.

The times when they’d gone so blind with wrath you thought many a time they were surely going to kill you, either purposefully or by sheer indifference to your suffering . The violence they could conjure so easily, sitting just beneath the surface, right at the edge, just waiting to be unleashed. Looking for any reason whatsoever to be let loose on you.

Except this felt scarier. Matthew had a cold calculation to him that your father and brother never had the patience for. He’d never struck you, but you were beginning to realize it’s because he never had to. His “control” over his temper was no longer something you lauded. It was bare minimum at best that your partner wouldn’t put their hands on you even if they wanted to. But that wasn’t something you’d really started to understand until recently. Until Joel started making less of an effort to express his desire to be with you. Until you started to experience what it felt like to be regarded as something worth cherishing.

Just by virtue of the evils of your flesh and blood, Matthew was worlds beyond superior and kind in comparison to your family. You always felt that the most he did was give you a verbal lashing, but you were coming to realize that he wasn’t necessarily less cruel but was rather more careful with how and when he leaned into it. He took his time to learn about you. He took the time to listen to your darkest secrets and fears and troubled history. At the time it was a mutual exchange, a connection between the two of you. However, it seemed now more than ever that there was also the dual benefit that he had this knowledge about you and over you.

It was something he could manipulate and use if he needed to or wanted to. And, the longer you were in Jackson, the more it seemed he very much wanted to. His words would slice down to the bone, picking at every insecurity and fear you had so foolishly handed over to him. That is, until he had gone almost completely silent. He’d say plenty with his malevolent stares, but he hadn’t properly spoken to you since that day Joel made you his.

You almost wish Matthew would go back to yelling at you or calling you stupid or saying how much of a frigid prude you were. At least that was familiar. This new icy demeanor made you feel a lot like prey being chased by a very competent predator. The idea that someone could contain such visceral hatred and rage until they were ready to unleash it sent a chill up your spine.

You’d begun to get an awful feeling that Matthew was doing nothing more than biding his time and plotting your sorrow. The only thing that kept you from feeling completely helpless was the fact that you held onto his dark secret: he’d groomed and sexually pursued your underage neighbor Natalie. You’d caught them in the act, seemingly a discovery he’d purposefully crafted for you. You’d promised not to tell her father John about it.

“I don’t trust him,” Joel repeats with a vehement growl.

“Yeah, well, he’s not exactly a trustworthy guy, is he?” you laugh humorlessly. “Hard to ignore once he starting fucking over half the town’s population of women.”

You feel Joel’s hold on you tighten ever so slightly. The small movement speaks volumes: you know what I meant when I said that. And you do. It’s not just the infidelity that makes Matthew untrustworthy. There’s that sinister undercurrent to him that had been developing and growing ever since the two of you had arrived in Jackson. It had become all the more intense ever since you had humiliated him with Joel.

But you couldn’t tell Joel that. Not when he was already so worked up over you needing to leave Matthew and move out. If he was already this keyed up over it, you can only imagine how he’d be if he knew the foreboding types of feelings you’d been getting from the man you shared a home with.

“Between me and John, you wouldn’t have’ta worry about dealin’ with him,” he asserts with a menacing sort of calm that sends shivers up your spine.

Natatlie’s father was a pretty nice guy as far as you could tell. You truthfully didn’t know him all that well, but you weren’t sure how long the pleasantries would be extended to Matthew if John knew what he’d done to his daughter. John was even bigger than Joel - “built like a brick shithouse” is how Joel had described him before - and the thought of being on the wrong side of either one of them, let alone both, made a cold chill creep into your bones. Matthew was smart enough to realize the most likely outcome should he force your hand and push you into spilling his darkest secret.

It seemed like enough of a safety net to keep you out of harm’s way from him. At least for now, until you figured things out. Until you found the nerve to leave him and be with Joel like you wanted to. Until you didn’t fear that you’d leave your broken marriage behind, start something with Joel, only for him to realize you’re not worth it. That you’re not someone who was a valuable partner at the end of the day.

“Tell me what you’re thinkin’,” he quietly prods.

You’re startled out of your inner whirlwind. Joel’s eyebrows are pinched over his probing stare.

Despite being outside the barricades and guard towers of the settlement, you felt safer here with Joel than you did back in Jackson. It felt selfish to let yourself soak up the feelings of care and safety he gave you when you had nothing to give him in return. It was yet another reason you hadn’t ended your marriage. How could you just take everything Joel’s given you and then turn around and send his entire world into turmoil? He and Ellie didn’t need the town gossip following them everywhere they went like it did you. It felt embarrassing and isolating to go out in public and hear murmuring following your every step. You couldn’t do that to them. They were happy in Jackson, and who were you to ruin that?

“Tell me,” he insists.

You try to make something up, but instead it’s the truth that comes spilling out of you.

“I would ruin everything.”

Joel starts to shake his head.

“I’m not good enough for you,” you mumble.

“That’s so far from the fuckin’ truth that I–”

“You’re not gonna want me anymore once you actually have me,” you whisper in a choke.

Before you can register the rapid transit of your body, Joel snatches you up into a deep, blistering kiss. The card table rocks to the side, falling over with the force of Joel’s movements. You’re already falling apart for him when he guides you both onto the couch.

“I wanna have you again and again and as many times as you’ll let me. Want you forever,” he grunts into your neck as he settles over top of you. He plants impatient, wet kisses on either side of your neck as though he can’t contain himself to just one small part of you.

Forever. Joel said he wants you forever.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” you get out in a tremble.

“Fuck if I don’t,” he huffs. “ Know just what I want, and what I want is you.” You can feel him hardening against your thigh.

“You-You don’t owe me– oh my god– you don’t owe me a-anything,” you moan as he rolls his hips just for the feel of you dragging against him.

“You’re talkin’ a whole lotta nonsense. M’gonna fuck it outta you, sweetheart,” he promises with a gravelly drawl.

You whimper at the steadfast assurance he offers up, knowing just how intent he is on staying true to his word.

“Yeah, you’d like that. You’d like for me to fuck your tight little hole ‘til the only thought you got left is how good you stretch around me.” His hand snakes up the front of your shirt until the pad of his thumb finds the hard, sensitive nub of your breast. He fiddles with it gently, working you up with agonizing restraint.

“S’all I want,” you quietly cry out.

“Then I guess you’re gonna get everythin’ you ever wanted, darlin’,” he laughs under his breath in a playful, deep voice that makes your spine feel like a river of fire has cascaded through it and pooled into your lower belly. So much for not crossing the line of sex.

“Joel?” You will your voice to not shake when you start to ask for something you wanted last time but were too nervous to commit to with Matthew being there. “Can I… Can I get on top? Of you?”

You squirm nervously. It’s been so long since you’ve expressed your desires to someone this freely and openly, if ever. You fear Joel will see just how out of practice you are, how far behind in life experience you are than him — how little you have to offer him in exchange. It’s been so long since you’ve felt a desire for someone, and you’ve never felt it like this before. It’s nerve wracking and immersive in its force, the strength of it being the sole thing able to compel you to voice your desires in the first place.

“Goddamn, you gonna ride me, baby? Gonna let me watch those perfect tits again, bouncin’ jus’ for me?” his teasing comes out in a low, excited tone.

You chew at your bottom lip and nod.

“Then lemme get you ready, sweetheart,” he growls. He moves for the closure of your jeans, but you stop him.

“I don’t need you to get me ready, Joel,” you assure him. Misunderstanding your meaning, Joel insists that he wants to. You shake your head and giggle under your breath at yourself. “No, I mean… here, just see for yourself.”

You pop the button on your waistband quickly and guide Joel’s fingers beneath the layers of fabric where his calloused fingers meet the generous amount of slick already accumulated and practically dripping from your folds.

“Fuck,” he hisses. His brow furrows with a sort of incredulous rush that you’re already so excited for him. He runs his digits back and forth in the thick, slippery evidence of your arousal as your hips jerks instinctively.

“Goddamn, my fingers are fuckin’ swimmin’ in all’uh that. Fuck. So fuckin’ wet already.” He groans when you let out a needy moan at the constricted but rousing movements of his hand buried in your panties.

You lock eyes and pause for a split second before you’re both wrenching clothing off. You’re both bare for one another to gaze upon in a matter of a few passing moments. You never break from the other’s gaze as you collide in a fitful embrace back onto the couch. You’re overcome at the belated reunion of your bodies that you can’t quite understand how or why you’d deprived yourself of it for all these weeks gone by.

Whether or not you and Joel were physically intimate had no bearing on who held your heart. It was Joel the entire time, and it was going to be Joel regardless of who bore the title of bedfellow. You’d robbed yourself of this beautiful thing, this beautiful person, for no real reason. Perhaps some ill-conceived conviction that you’d be no better than Matthew to take a lover while you were still wedded to someone else. But this was not the same. This was not some perversion of satisfaction, some mindless pleasure. This was a raw, imperfect convergence that was something akin to the divine heavens above, a rhapsody of two wandering things that had found sanctuary in each other.

Any reason you’d ever had for holding back was now gone.

You scramble onto Joel’s lap and grab at his face, pulling him forcefully into another kiss. Your tongues and groans mix and meld between your mouths as you hastily devour each other. You pull back with a breathless gasp and revel at the remnants of your passion. Puffy, red lips. Flushed cheeks. The slight sheen of exertion from the overwrought fusion of your kisses and embrace.

“You gotta get on this thing before I can’t wait no more,” Joel rasps in a husky, impatient tone.

You wordlessly nod, savoring the fact that he wants you just as much as you want him, and line yourself up to his already hardened length.

You both groan as you sink down inch by inch. The burn of your walls as they extend to accommodate his girth stings and prickles with pleasure.

“Oh fuck–yeah– look at that. Takin’ all’uh me. Fuckin’ hungry cunt just takin’ as much as she can get, yeah?” Joel already sounds completely gone, but you’re sure you look just as wrecked as he sounds. Your thighs grip against his as you slowly grind into him, teasing out the acclimation of your core to his thick cock.

“Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he grits out. His hands grab at your hips, smoothing out the rocking motion of you working him in and out of your drenched hole. The lazy squelch of your arousal sounding with each quickening circuit of your rolling hips.

“Fuck– ain’t had you in so long,” he grunts.

The rush of blood to your core makes you all the more sensitive to the drag and pull of his cock. The edge of his tip leaves no part of you untouched when you rise off him, only to plummet yourself down again all the way to the base. The coarse bristles of his pubic hair are a delightful abrasion against your swollen clit. Everything is a synchronous turn of hurt and soothe. You feel like you’re being broken and rebuilt all at once. Your legs begin to shake when that familiar tension in your belly draws taut. You rut yourself onto him quicker, chasing your impending release.

“You look fuckin’ amazin’. These fuckin’ tits, jesus christ,” he groans as he lifts one hand away from your hip to fondle them and roll your stiff nipples between two fingers. You’re gone the moment his mouth latches onto one of them and starts suctioning the sensitive peaks between his teeth. Your rolling grind falters, only for Joel to keep his mouth connected to you while his hands clutch your hips and continue the swiveling motion you had. He helps you ride out your high until your legs give way in a quivering collapse. You slump against him like a limp ragdoll, drawing gulps of air as you try to catch your breath.

Your body is almost completely slack as Joel repositions himself over top of you on your back. He never fully pulls himself out of you, refusing to lose the joining of your bodies for even one fleeting moment. You’re still descending from your bliss when he starts to slowly thrust his hips. You whimper at the almost overstimulation, but it quickly bleeds into something deep and sensuous yet again.

Your eyes finally focus as the last pulse of your climax fades away. You find Joel watching you intently with an enamored gaze. The heft of him moving so slowly in and out of you was almost more consuming than something feverish and frantic. Joel took his time sliding every inch of himself back and forth against your walls, a wide open hand gripping the entire back of your neck in a possessive cradle.

“So fuckin’ perfect. Can’t believe you’re mine. Get to have all this to myself– God fuckin’ damn.”

You don’t hold back the pitiful whimper when Joel calls you his.

“You like that, don’t’cha? When I call you mine?” His voice shakes from the effort of suppressing the desire to drive himself into you with furious strokes.

You can only whimper more and give an effusive, affirmative shake of your head.

“Wasn’t just sayin’ it for show, our first time,” he huffs in between measured, steady thrusts. “Meant it then–hhmmmphh—Mean it now. You’re mine — shit — Don’t care who put a ring on your finger. You’re mine.”

Before you can worry yourself with whether or not it would disrupt the mood, you lace your fingers behind Joel’s neck and pull him into a soft kiss. His hips slow as he indulges in the tender exchange.

“I don’t know why you want me to be yours, but I’m so, so happy you do,” you confess in a small voice against his lips.

“I do,” he asserts. “I really fuckin’ do, sweetheart.”

He builds up speed again and presses one of your legs into a bend against your chest. “Say you’re gonna be mine. For everybody to know it. For us to be together. Say it,” he implores. His eyes are locked onto yours, waiting and willing for you to speak the words he’s been longing for you to say.

“S’just you and me, Joel. Just us. Together,” you reaffirm.

He smiles knowingly at your words, an echo of what he’d told you that day. He grants an approving nod before pivoting himself to thrust deeper. He brushes against the spot inside you that made your mind nothing but a vacant chasm of pleasure the last time he nudged up against it. He can clearly feel the way your body responds to it.

“Oh, yeah? Right there, huh?” he rasps, a devilish smirk washing over his features. He tilts his hips back into place before resuming his drives into you, knocking into that spot.

“Oh, that’s it, honey. Right there, yeah? Oh fuck. Yeah,” he rambles in a feverish groan, consumed with how you feel pliant and responsive to his motions.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Tears begin to slip from the corners of your eyes at the almost numbing ecstasy Joel has you wrapped up in.

“Joel,” you whine with a weak sniffle. “Oh my god, please, Joel.”

You sound hoarse with desperation. A plea for him to understand what he’s doing to you — what he does to you.

“Yeah thassit, honey. Cryin’ cuz this cock’s got you feelin’ so good. Only way I’ll ever make you cry, baby. Make you cry every day from how good it feels takin’ my cock.”

Joel’s tongue is hot and wet as he runs the flat of it against the curve of your cheeks, lapping up errant tears hungrily. “Fuckin’ cryin’ cuz of this cock, huh? Feels that good, baby? Feels so good you gotta cry it all out?”

“F-FUCK– YES, PLEASE. PLEASE,” you sob without a single cognizant notion as to what you’re begging for him to give you. All you can think is everything. You want him to give you everything, and to take everything in return.

“Hhnngg-ff-ffuckin’– goddammit, fuckin’ tell me, baby,” he pants.

“You’re stretching m-me so much. Can feel you– oh god– can feel you in me everywhere. PLEASE, JOEL. I just– oh my god— Cock f-feels so good it’s–UHNGGhh-that it’s–” you wail out deliriously, thrashing and contorting at the rush of your fast approaching climax. The pitch of your voice ascends multiple octaves “–MAKES ME CRY!”

Joel responds, but it’s an incoherent rattle of grunts and panting. His pace picks up to something devastating and unmistakably possessive. Each punishing drive slams the weight of his bulbous head against the entrance of your womb. You sob and writhe with each mind numbing kiss of him into your cervix.

“IN ME,” you beg.

“AAgghhhmmm—m’gonna drench this cunt,” he snarls with rapid snaps of his hips, the sound of your skin slapping and sticking together with sweat and arousal filling the room.

You feel your walls choke him just as the kick of his cock hits deep inside you, his come spurting and flooding the expanse of your ravaged pussy. Your muscles spasm and clench with such force that you’re certain the entirety of him will be imprinted on your walls in perpetuity. You swing your arms around his neck in a frantic motion to withstand the bliss that’s so crippling it’s peppering your vision with white spots.

You fall into one another and spend the next several minutes catching your breath. When he eventually pulls himself from you, you can feel his spend seeping out of you. You bite back a smile at the sensation. Joel chuckles, catching onto your unspoken thoughts.

“You know what I love?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Hhmmm?” you lazily hum.

“You got a little filthy side to ya, and I bring it outta ya.”

Your shy giggle doesn’t deter him from carrying on.

“Feels good, though, don’t it?”

You consider the truth to his words. Joel definitely brought something out in you, something more instinctual and jagged around the edges. Something that gave into the inkier, dubious parts you didn’t always like to admit lived somewhere inside you.

You never thought watching your husband openly weep with remorse would’ve brought you a grim satisfaction, especially at such a blatant display of anguish. You’ve admitted to yourself and have slowly started to reconcile with the fact that your tummy did flips when Joel manhandled him, restrained and helpless. How you relished in Joel’s cruel, questionable act of shoving a cum stained sock into Matthew’s mouth while he could do nothing but gag at the taste of another man’s come spreading into his mouth and dripping into his throat. How you liked the way Joel’s almost primitive disposition and actions left no room for doubt of the outright domination and humiliation that had been dealt out to Matthew.

“I know it shouldn’t, but it does,” you whisper with an edge of guilt.

Joel eyes you curiously for a moment before nodding. “Lemme let’cha in on a little secret, darlin’. Sometimes there’s people who’ve lost just about any humanity they had to begin with, and when those people get their comeuppance, it’s okay to feel happy or even indifferent to it. No shame in admittin’ it. No shame in feelin’ it.”

“You mean I shouldn’t be bothered by how much I liked seeing Matthew cry?” you deadpan.

Joel snorts and lifts an eyebrow at the unexpected retort. “Actually, yeah.”

You try to hold back a grin as you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. Joel’s energy has shifted into something more urgent and enthused.

“You liked making that piece of shit cry, huh?” he needles with a smirk.

Your eyes snap open and meet his. The devious sparkle in them doesn’t do much to keep you hanging onto any guilt that still lingers. You slowly nod and offer up a sheepish grin.

“Hm, s’that so?” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and scooping you up closer to him. “You want me to make’im cry again?”

Your heart skips a beat at the malicious suggestion. You let out a small breath and find yourself nodding before you can comprehend it. Joel’s entire face contorts into a depraved grin at your admission.

“Well, gotta take care of what’s mine. If that’s what you want, I’m gonna make sure that’s what you get,” he promises in a dangerous tone.

You huddle into his broad chest and drag your fingertips across it, sitting quietly with your thoughts. The steady rise and fall of his breathing begins to lull you. The air feels weighty with the resolution that you are going to start the process of leaving Matthew.

“You sure you’re ready for all of this?” you ask. You keep your eyes focused anywhere but Joel’s face as you await an answer.

Joel tips your chin up with two gentle fingers. “Yes. ‘N we can figure it out together. You don’t gotta have all the answers.”

“But what about… people are gonna say stuff–”

“Don’t matter,” he interjects.

“—which I’m used to, I guess, but what about you? What if somebody says something to Ellie?” you continue on.

“You let me worry about what people’ll say. And if anybody is stupid enough to bother Ellie, I’ll personally see to it that they understand it won’t be tolerated.”

You swallow hard at the implication.

“Okay. I just— you’re sure?” You hate to keep repeating yourself, but the doubts weigh heavily on your mind. Better to get it out now before it swallows you whole the second you’re away from Joel.

“Never been more sure of somethin’ in my life,” he answers firmly.

“Okay.” You nod quietly and press a chaste kiss on his lips. You exhale a deep breath and let your mind clear a bit.

“You up to lose another game of cards?” His smug grin should be obnoxious, but it’s mostly endearing.

“Joel Miller, you did NOT win!” you huff in disbelief.

He tuts and smiles wider. “Not how I’m rememberin’ things.”

“Okay, now I’m just wondering if all of that was just some elaborate ruse to end the game early and claim the winner was ‘up for debate’ for the rest of eternity,” you laugh.

He pulls you closer and joins in your laughter. You spend the next hour cuddled close and letting the conversation wander.

Joel’s lips were warm and soft in between the scratchy sweeps of his beard. The trail of kisses he was leaving up the column of your neck had your mind going completely blank. “Come see me tonight,” he murmurs against your skin as he noses your ear and hair.

He pulls back slightly to look at you. “Come see me tonight ‘n let’s figure this out together.”

You suck your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.

“That’s my girl,” Joel breathes with a huge grin spreading across his face.

You bite down on your lip to curb the giddy smile of your own. “Okay. I’ll come by after dinner, okay? But I can’t stay too long.”

“Say it,” he urges. You don’t have to ask what he wants you to say.

“I’m your girl,” you whisper shyly.

“Damn right.” Joel’s chest is almost comically puffed out. He’s proud of you. He’s proud to call you his. You can’t imagine why, but it makes you jubilant nonetheless.

It’s just the two of you lingering in the stables. You’d returned to Jackson without a hitch, and despite everything going on it did feel good to provide and contribute to your community and fellow residents. It was one of the few things that made you feel like maybe you weren’t completely pointless to keep around.

Joel dips you into a slow kiss, his mouth capturing yours with a tenderness that promises he will consume you, hobble all the pieces together if he has to, press you back together for as long as you need it. You make an almost plaintive whine at the way he sweeps you up so easily, taking you on and taking you apart all at once.

“You gonna be nice ‘n gimme more’uh this tonight?” he teases with a nip to your earlobe.

You choke halfway on your sentence the first time you try to get it out. Joel just chuckles against your ear, and you let out another one of those stupid, pitiful whines you wish you could get under control so you didn’t sound like such a mess around hum.

“I’m-I’m–I thought– oh my god—,” you can’t seem to get a single coherent string of words out when Joel is on you like this.

“Hm, you like that, huh?” Joel was smug, but it was well-earned.

His teeth nipped and dragged while his tongue and lips suckled and soothed. You wonder for a split second how embarrassing it would be to orgasm just from him on your neck, jaw, and ears like this. If the pleasure from it would be worth the embarrassment.

“M’gonna hafta remember that,” he breathes against the shell of your ear.

All you can do is stare blankly and nod. His smile softens as he pulls back far enough to take all of you in.

“My gorgeous girl. Thank you for trusting me with this,” he almost whispers.

You offer a small smile back. Joel acknowledging how hard this was for you was one of the million reasons why you knew this was the first time you’d ever truly been in love. It wasn’t like that “other half” sort of thing you’d heard about so many times or read about in moth-eaten romance novels you’d found littered all over the floor of an abandoned bookshop.

Joel felt like a piece of you. It felt like you were a machine who sputtered along, thinking this was how you were supposed to run, until that pivotal piece was locked into place and you sprung to life. Joel unlocked that part of you. He never took away from anything that was you. He only ever amplified and unearthed what was there, and somehow you were lucky enough that he was waiting on the other side to embrace it with open arms.

“I trust you with my whole life, Joel.” You aren’t sure why it sounds like a trembling confession. Too overwrought with emotion for the man in front of you probably. Too awash in his soothing, safe presence. Swallowed up by the affection you feel from him and for him.

“And I won’t take that for granted, honey. Ever,” he swears. He gives you a small kiss and pats your backside playfully.

“Better get a move on. Ellie is gonna be wondering where you are,” you point out.

“You sure you don’t mind me headin’ home to see after her?” he asks you.

“I want you to go see her. Seriously. I’ve had you practically to myself for almost a week now,” you exhale through your nose.

“I know. I just wanna make sure. Wanna make sure both my girls are taken care of, is all,” he says offhandedly.

His words feel like a vice around your neck. You get choked up immediately. Your eyes are hot and starting to burn with tears. Something about Joel lumping you and Ellie together - his girls - made this feel even more real than before. Felt validating on an entirely different level. Joel seems to notice the change in your expression and understand the reason. His eyes flit across your face lazily, soaking up the immensity of your heartfelt display.

“My girls,” he breathes with pure joy spreading across his features. “The house’ll finally feel complete.”

You bury your head into Joel’s middle and let out a few trembling tears. This is real. This is happening. You and Joel are going to figure out a way for you to leave Matthew and to come be with him and Ellie. Joel is going to make sure you’re safe. Joel is going to take care of you. Joel is going to bring you into his family. You’re going to have a family. You’re going to have something you never thought you’d have.

Joel soothes you for a moment until you gather yourself enough to part ways. You are on cloud nine thinking about your future. You don’t know that you’ve ever felt this optimistic before. It felt dangerous to hope, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

You’re so wrapped up in it all that at first you don’t notice the uptick of whispers and murmurs at your arrival. By the time you make it through the line, though, you are very aware that something is going on and it seems to involve you somehow. You’ve been gone for the better part of a week, and you can’t imagine what could possibly have happened that would warrant all the almost subtle attention on you.

Maybe it just felt concentrated because you’d spent the better part of a week with pretty much one other person. The canteen was an enclosed space with a good number of other diners milling about, so maybe it was just a trick of the environment. Still, it really did seem like nearly all pairs of eyes were on you or drifted your direction in furtive passes.

That gnawing, grim twist was pinching at your gut again. Had something happened since you’d left? It hadn’t been very long. Matthew was more than capable of fucking things up spectacularly, but even he could only do so much damage in less than a week, right? You try to ignore the whispers as you settle into a seat at an empty table.

You make it through a few bites before you’re interrupted.

“Hey, I see you’ve all made it back safely.” Angelica. The town gossip. Great. Her voice was tight and contrived.

You look up and give a nod of acknowledgment. “Yep. Safe trip there and back. No issues. Thank goodness for that,” you fake laugh in fake conversation with the fake person in front of you.

Angelica slid smoothly and quickly into the seat across from you. GREAT.

“You seem to be doing well,” she notes pointedly with a soft, curious edge in her tone.

Your insides are pinpricks of heat and sick at her remark. A few of the patrons close to you had noticeably quieted their conversations and stilled the clanking and clinking of their silverware and drinking glasses. They were primed to hear this conversation. They were privy to whatever it was that Angelica was here to discuss with you.

You lift your shoulder to one side and marginally tilt your head in response to her comment. Why wouldn’t I be doing well?

Angelica had a sickly sweet, sympathetic smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. There was a glint of something hungry and itching with anticipation in them instead. She’d understood your gesture loud and clear, and her entire mood had shifted in that instant to a gluttonous schadenfreude. You can see she’s barely containing her mirth at the discovery that you’re apparently out of the loop.

Her eyes are dancing and wild with excitement. They’re practically singing with the message they’re broadcasting to you: she gets to be the one to tell you. When she no doubt recounts this story to any and everyone in the coming days, she’ll revel in the fact that she is the primary source of this salacious piece of chatter. How you didn’t even KNOW, can you believe that? Tut tut, tsk tsk. Poor thing. Oh that poor, poor thing. She had no clue!

Angelica leans in dramatically and fixes her face with a concerned look. She adds a hand over yours to really sell the charitable offering of pity and encouragement. “Oh my word, I’m getting scared you don’t know, hon,” she gasps loudly.

You can’t believe she has the word ANGEL right at the front of her name. A complete lack of subtlety from the universe. This devil with an angel in her name is practically salivating at your impending devastation.

“Not sure what you’re talking about, Angelica,” you grit out. You may as well find out whatever it is from her. She’ll no doubt have every bit of information and theory that’s out there.

“Oh my god, I’m SO sorry,” she whispers theatrically, squeezing your hand. “I can’t believe I have to be the one to break this to you. Oh my god.”

She places the back of her free hand against her forehead as though she’s overwhelmed with the task of giving you the bad news. As if she’s not soaking up every drop of your misery. You try to brace yourself for whatever it is she’s about to say. You really don’t want to give her the reaction she’s looking for.

“I cannot imagine how this must feel for you right now,” she breathes.

Is that a fucking tear at the corner of her eye? you think to yourself. Jesus christ, this woman is unhinged.

“If there’s something you want to tell me, Angelica, go on,” you push.

She looks briefly annoyed that she can’t draw out her performance for longer, but she at least seems pleased with the fact that she hasn’t made it to the juicy part yet.

“Let me just first say that I don’t believe anything of what he’s saying about you, hon.” She shakes her head back and forth in quick zips. “I know he’s been making you the town joke for so long now. Cheating on you left and right. Ugh, terrible, terrible stuff.”

She didn’t put much effort into making that last part sound like she remotely felt that way about it.

“I assume you’re talking about Matthew,” you say through clenched teeth. You are doing your best to remain measured and calm.

She nods with a furrowed brow and pouted lips. “Yes, that husband of yours. Well, I guess I should say ex-husband.”

Your head cocks to the side in a snap. You don’t trust yourself to say anything. You lift a brow, hoping it will be enough to get Angelica to continue.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I forget this is all new information to you. Goodness. Still can’t believe that! Whew. Let me start from the beginning. I’m getting ahead of myself.” She sits back slightly but still grips your hand that is now balled into a fist.

“Some days ago now, Marjorie from the outfitters - you know Marjorie, don’t you? - well, she comes to me saying all sorts of crazy things. Apparently Matthew is friendly with her husband and opened up to him about what’s been going on behind closed doors and all that. Derek said he was a complete mess. Crying and everything!”

Angelica pauses a beat to lazily scan to her side as if in thought, no doubt checking in with her audience. You refuse to look. She is apparently satisfied with their reactions thus far as she hides a grin quickly before turning to you again.

“So then of course Derek’s telling Marjorie everything he said because that’s just what married couples do, you know?” Even Angelica has the grace to look embarrassed at her choice of wording. You want to believe it was an unintentional dig.

“I mean, well, anyway. He told her everything. Said Matthew was saying all sorts of things about how you’ve been verbally abusing him, sometimes hitting him if you get angry enough! Like I said, I don’t believe a WORD–” she rushes to add when she notices you get upset “– and then saying that you’ve been keeping him trapped in a deadend marriage. He tried doing the right thing, working things out with you, but you were so cold and distant.”

She shrugs conspiratorially as though she’s firmly on your side.

“Derek even repeated some of the nastier bits to Marjorie after she insisted he tell her. That ex of yours had the nerve to call you a frigid bitch. He even said he didn’t want to say so but that he finally realize you were quite abusive! I couldn’t believe it. Marjorie wasn’t even sure of it herself, you know? But Derek was saying that’s why he started seeing other women. Said Matthew was very ashamed of his behavior but felt pushed to it. Felt so alone. Even thought about—” she pauses for dramatic effect “—taking his own life, he was so upset.”

“WHAT?” you breathe.

“Well, I mean, there’s of course the loneliness, but I guess he was telling Derek that it got really hard when you refused to try for kids.”

Your head was spinning. Your mind could barely keep up with what was unfolding.

Angelica nods and shrugs as though some of it made sense to her. “If it’s true, you know, what he told Derek, then I sort of get it. Sorry, but it’s true. If you promise somebody you’ll try for kids but then go back on that, that just seems like a really big thing.”

Your breathing picks up into something erratic and insufficient.

“I mean, you gotta admit that’s sort of pulling the wool over somebody’s eyes. You can see how he felt like you weren’t the same woman he came to Jackson with?” Angelica lazily reasons with you.

“I never— he said he didn’t want kids,” you hiss.

Angelica’s eyebrow lifts right along with the corner of her mouth. “Oh? Hm. That’s interesting. He told Derek that he felt like he didn’t even know you anymore. Different person from who he’d fallen in love with. Like a dark side of you had come out or something.”

She shakes her head again and sighs loudly. “I guess that’s when he said he got lonely and depressed enough to cheat on you. He admitted it was low of him to do that, but he said he’d been lonely for so long that once he started seeing other women he just couldn’t stop. Couldn’t go back to being so alone and sad. Couldn’t let you keep isolating him and breaking him down.”

She pauses for a moment in thought, taking your disclosure about kids into consideration. Your vision has gone a bit blurry.

“So, wait a minute. If you’re the one who wanted kids, then … oh no, honey,” she sighs. She shakes her head with exaggerated sympathy. “I can’t imagine how this must feel for you, seeing him go off and start a family with somebody else.”

You feel a wave of nausea. Your hands shake. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears.

“W-What?” you choke.

Angelica does look genuinely compassionate for a moment as she leans across the table. “He’s making an honest woman out of Rachel. Rachel Harmon, from the vet?”

You shake your head in disbelief. Bile licks at your throat.

“Just told Derek he was in love with her and thinks this baby is what needed to happen to finally give him the courage to … to leave you,” she finishes with slight discomfort. You’re too disorientated to discern if it’s authentic or put on.

You feel like someone has poured liquid nitrogen down your spinal cord. Your legs give when you try to stand up, but you find your footing on the second attempt. Angelica stands halfway with her arms extended as though she could steady you with an entire table separating you. She quickly skirts around to your side as you turn to walk on wobbly legs. She only stops following you out of the canteen when you grab at your stomach as though you’re about to be sick.

You’re grateful to be alone and out of sight in between buildings when you do finally empty the contents of your stomach onto the ground and your shoes. You bend over and clutch your knees for support as you heave repeatedly.

Your stomach stops lurching at some point, but your muscles feel strained from the exertion of vomiting. You stumble further down the alley, further from people bustling nearby. Your mind is telling you to hide hide hide. You don’t know from what.

You stumble and fall, the hard ground scraping against your palms where you’d tried to catch yourself. You barely register the angry abrasions now threatening to seep blood. Your stomach starts to roll again, and you freeze in place hoping it will pass. As you ward off the sick feeling, your mind screams with the influx of information from Angelica.

He’d planned this. All along he’d planned for everything to unfold this way. He wanted this to hurt. He wanted this to cause maximum damage. How long had he known he’d gotten someone pregnant? You had no way of knowing. All your efforts to put more space between the two of you - physical and emotional alike - had only served to help Matthew hide things more easily from you, all the while you’d thought you were helping yourself conceal your patrol earnings. He must’ve been thrilled you provided him with such a perfect avenue to blindside you.

You slowly realize the other reason for him doing things this way. He’s gotten several steps ahead of you, and now he controls the narrative. There’s no way even if you did end up telling anyone about his indiscretions with underage girls that they’d believe you. They’d just think you were a woman scorned, trying to ruin Matthew’s life and get revenge all because he’d “finally stuck up for himself.”

The back door of the canteen opens, and Angelica approaches slowly.

“I saw you run down here and throw up,” she says with an edge of distaste. “You’re done now, right?”

You stare at the ground, unsure of the answer and not wanting to tell her regardless. She shuffles closer, taking your silence as a yes.

“What is everyone saying?” you ask in a hoarse whisper.

“I’m not sure now is the best time….” she trails.

You snap your head up at her with a glare.

“Well I don’t want you puking everywhere again if I tell you!”

Your eyes flutter shut. There’s a pinching feeling behind them now. “Just tell me. Please.”

Angelica sighs loudly and takes a small step backwards. “Alright. You’re not gonna like it, though.”

You almost want to laugh.

“I guess most people think it’s not such a bad thing for him to separate from somebody who’s treating him like that. Even if you’re smaller, putting your hands on somebody isn’t really okay. If the rumors are true, I mean. There’s no point in dragging out a marriage that’s dead anyway. And if there’s a baby involved now, it just kinda seems like the right thing to do.”

You sink onto the ground. Your muscles feel weak and spongy.

“Um, are you— okay, um, anyway. So. Uh, yeah, like I was saying—” she takes another step back as though you might erupt all over her “—it’s not right for somebody to punish their spouse just because the marriage doesn’t work anymore. So, I guess most people think it will probably be a good thing for everyone involved.”

Matthew has now publicly humiliated you on an entirely new level: leaving you without a heads up, not telling you he’d gotten someone pregnant, and waiting until you came back exhausted from a stressful patrol trip, emotions and mind already on edge, knowing that he didn’t even respect you enough to tell you any of this himself. Having to hear it from someone else was just an additional layer to the shame he was drowning you in. Now everyone knew you were unwanted. Now everyone “knew” that you were an awful person, trapping Matthew in a deadend marriage and getting physically violent if you were confronted. How he cheated only because he was so incredibly lonely.

He was punishing you from all sides. Now you would have to be out in the world and try to find someone to give a shit about you. It was clear he didn’t think Joel actually did. And, after this, you began to question it yourself. Who in their right mind would invite this sort of drama into their lives? Especially not someone as stoic and private as Joel. Not for you. You weren’t worth that. He might have feelings for you, but they couldn’t possibly run deep enough for him to go through this with you. And you didn’t blame him. You know you aren’t worth it. And he had Ellie to think about. It wouldn’t be fair for her, a child, to have to court this drama should Joel decide to stand by your side.

Everything is a blur as you walk home. Angelica had just kept talking because there seemed to be an endless amount of commotion around the situation. You waved her off, and she thankfully gave up when she realized you were no longer interested in talking.

The entire town had spent days mulling over all the information as news spread from person to person. Matthew helped out at the vet frequently, and he was on good terms with plenty of people because of it. Favorite horses being saved from the grips of death. Livestock being well-managed and producing plenty of meat for the community. Pets and strays alike cared for. He had limited knowledge when he first arrived, but he picked up on the skillset quickly and became an asset in no time.

You were just another person who did patrols. You didn’t have a title. You were just a cog in the wheel, forgotten all too easily.

You see the boxes stacked on your porch when you turn onto your street. You stagger to the note that’s taped to the side, plastered clearly for anyone passing by to read.

𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰

The note trembles in your hand as droplets of tears begin to stain the paper. It was a seemingly innocuous and contrite message. A kind, sympathetic note for all intents and appearances. A note from a man whose wife had been horrible to him and taken away precious things out of spite.

The note’s true message to you was obvious: You never should’ve invited Joel into our home. You never should’ve taken me to task for how I treated you. You will suffer for your choices. You won’t make it on your own. I’ve been saving you since the first day we met. Without me, all you will know is pain.

Time feels like it’s standing still. You don’t know where to go. You don’t know what to do. Some of your neighbors, including Natalie’s dad, are looking your way from their porches. A few are looking through windows, attempting to be more discreet about their burning curiosity for the absolute shitshow unfolding in front of them.

Natalie’s dad John eventually takes pity on you and wordlessly starts lugging your boxes into his living room. He says you’ll need to get them to wherever they’re going by the end of the week. He’s sorry but he doesn’t feel comfortable offering you a place to stay with “all the hullabaloo going on.” You laugh inwardly.

You wish that you’d just told him about Matthew grooming and preying on Natalie. Now you aren’t sure he’d even believe you. Just a scorned woman, trying to ruin her ex’s life. You thank him for storing your things and promise to have them picked up and moved out over the next few days. You leave and wander Jackson aimlessly. You don’t really know where to go. You don’t want to go anywhere. But you don’t want to stay here. You want to run and shelter, all at once.

You tuck into the stables and sit on the makeshift hay bench. You think back to when you and Joel had shared this place, a few weeks back now, and poured your hearts out to one another. How you’d been open and raw. How afterward he’d taken care of you, made you feel loved, took Matthew to task. You finally give in to your tears when you realize all that has been taken away from you on top of everything else. You have no home. You have no place to hide away and lick your wounds. You have no one to help care for said wounds.

You’re critically injured, gashes open. It’ll fester and waste into a grotesque infection fit for such wickedness until you finally succumb to your fate of being alone, forgotten, worthless, a waste.

The sun is almost settling on the horizon when Joel finds you. He’s breathless and has been searching for hours. Ellie filled him in on the town happenings when he was gone. She mentioned the “weird marriage drama stuff” with you and Matthew. Joel knew right away what had happened. What Matthew had done to you. What he’d carefully crafted for you to encounter. Laying a trap, like the worthless coward he was, too spineless to own up to his mistakes and face you like a man.

What angered Joel the most was that he fully understood that Matthew above all else wanted to hurt you in the most sinister sense: making you believe all the horrible things about yourself that he’d told you over the years. And from the look on your face when he finds you in the stables, Joel worries that Matthew has accomplished what he’d set out to do.

This was supposed to be three parts, but it's looking more like four now. Tysm for being patient in between parts and for reading!

Title is inspired by A Winter Love by Lang Leav.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

#fic: whistle in the dark #joel miller #cuckolding is romantic #pedro pascal characters #tlou fic

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