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I walk quietly like a cat but it's not because I want to be a cat girl nor is it usually cause I try to be sneaky
The real reason is cause the sound of my own walking annoys me
#not really a cat girl#quiet steps of the feet#ninja or something#i can feel my neuro diverging#and i also stole that line
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hiiii is it okay if I ask for the liab discord?
Yeah of course here you go!
#Be warned socks is in charge#& they put liab on a hiatus#Which is rude of them but I guess fun for me because now I can kick my feet up and relax#Aka: outline my jetko fic#The server is also currently being used for me to rant and rave to people about one piece#But Iâm trying to be more active & participate#Itâs a quiet server usually so itâll be pretty chill#Except todayâŚ. Because socks is in charge#They are the author now#HAVE FUN SOCKS GOOD LUCK WITH THE LIAB ENDING <3#(We all know itâll be a jeeroh ending with a Denny Lu ten surprise twist in the end)#Haha (Would that make Jee Lu tens step daddy?)#Liab#liab discord server#Ask
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every now and again im reminded that people who have long conversations over speaker phone should be bonked with hammers
#if you need to take a call or make one and you don't have earbuds i get it!!#but holy shit!#the mix of speaker phone. the length the phone call (going on for over 15 minutes now bro). the fact that i'm in the QUIET STUDY AREA.#just step out into the staircase! it's 10 feet away!!#i just. maybe im just hungry i swear i dont usually get this mad over dumb shit#it's just the person they're on the phone is already on speaker and yet they're like. YELLING into the mic#wtv man
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Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.
You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.
But what about the father?
Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.
Let's forget how you leg-locked him.
When your daughter was born, everything changed, and time slowed down. She was a quiet baby, barely crying or having any outbursts like a normal child would but outspoken in her own little way. That chunky thing came out of the womb with a glare. Brown eyes staring down anyone and everyone but you.
That's something she definitely got from her father. You vividly remember how his umber eyes watching you from across the bar. He was like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike his prey. A perfect soldier.
So, you named your daughter Adira in memory of his strength. That's one thing he could have.
Adira loved to be by your side. Her chubby cheeks pressed into the nook of your neck, holding you close with strength of a thousand babies. Your clingy little thing was a koala, always by her mommy's side, never straying far no matter how curious she got. When she learned to walk, her favorite thing became to hug your leg, especially while in stores. She hated people, wearing a tiny scowl whenever customers passed by tucking herself closer to you.
Maybe it was a good thing her father wasn't around. Having to compete for her first words would've been a bloodbath.
You spent two years in bliss. The fact that you were a single mother an afterthought to raising what you considered a blessing.
With Adira's second Christmas coming up, you wanted to do something special. She loved trains and found them absolutely amusing, often mimicking the honk as she ran around your apartment. Thankfully, there was a train ride for kids around the park during this time of year.
Here, you stood in line, bundled up to the nines. Big poofy coat, warm gloves, and fuzzy boots. As the crowd moved, Adira clung close, arms wrapped around your leg, glowering at any passerby with an annoyed look on her rosy cheeks.
That one was new. Maybe something else she got from her father.
The two of you took steps in tow, keeping Adira close and comfortable as the train came into view. Her expression shifted, excitement palpable. "Twain!" She squealed, jumping up and down.
Before you could respond to Adira's childlike joy, a man bumped into you by accident, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He turns to look at you, blue eyes meeting yours, but you were too focused on the weird ass Mohawk on his head.
People wore still those?
"Sorry bout that lass." The man starts to apologize, a Scottish accent lacing his voice.
That breaks your stare, laughing awkwardly to mask your wandering gaze. "Oh no, it's fine. You should be careful. you might slip on ice."
He nods, giving you a kind smile. The Scottish man starts to leave, but the look your kid was giving him sent shivers down his spine.
Little Adira was giving him a fierce stare down from behind your leg before ultimately cutting her eyes at him as if he were merely a nuisance.
"Next in line! Mctavish!"
The man doesn't stay after that. You assume that it was him they were calling with the way he hurried off. Hope he doesn't fall, seemed like a nice guy.
Soap can't help but do a double take when be gets to the front. The little rascal was wearing his Lieutenants face, hawk eyeing anyone who dared got to close. It was like looking in a mirror.
He nudged Gaz, making a gesture to look back without making it obvious. "See the lass and her bairn in line?"
Gaz gives him a raised brow, looking back for a second before turning around. "There's a lot of kids with their mother's, Johnny."
Soap glances back, double checking to make sure you were still in line. âThe lass with the wee oneâsheâs got the same wicked look as Lt. You cannae miss her.â
Gaz rolls his eyes but humors Soap by looking once more, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on a little girl already mean-mugging him from a distance. He swiftly turns around, blinking in surprise, trying to comprehend what he saw. "Uh..."
Soap only nods in agreement. That was Ghost's face, on a kid no less. He wastes no time, elbowing Roach and getting him to look back as well, leaving the other Sergeant in the same shock as Gaz. "That is not a face a kid should have."
"Agreed." Gaz added, shuddering at the thought.
"Where's the cap?" Soap asks, the train ride no longer feeling like fun now that heâs discovered the jackpot.
"Market place with Lt. for cigs," Gaz knowingly remarked, remembering that Price had run out on their way here.
"Well, let's go show them a Christmas miracle," Soap shot up from his seat all too eagerly.
The sergeants just got their Christmas present.
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#sunshine-sunni
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Imagine going on a walk on a really foggy day, enjoying the vaguely eerie, faint and distant aesthetic of it all, and the soft quiet of having no other people around. You're about to cross a familiar bridge when you suddenly feel lightheaded. It's nothing to worry about, just a weirdly wobbly feeling that means you should sit down. And probably get more iron in your diet. Either way, you need to get up and you need to cross this bridge to get home. But now being alone has put this weird fear in you - irrational or not - that if you walk over the bridge, you might get dizzy again and fall from it.
Weird and lonely problems require weird and lonely solutions. Since you're all alone here anyhow, you can act strange if you need to. So you get down on all fours - not on your hands and knees, but on the balls of your feet, like a dog. And like this, you start to slowly creep over the bridge. Nice and slow, happy about your solution that made it feel safe to cross and get home. You can be weird if you want to, nobody's judging here.
You're creeping at a comfortable speed, very slowly, but the bridge isn't that long. You can kind of make out the outlines of things on the other side through the mist. The end of the bridge, a familiar tree, a streetlamp, the silhouette of a bush and-
A person. A human figure. You freeze mid-step to stare. That is the most definitely the outline of a person, standing perfectly still. Staring right at you. You don't know how long this moment lingers, but eventually you can't hold your balance anymore and you have to step forward, placing your open palm back on the cold damp bridge. The figure turns, and takes off running. Bolting off in a very normal, startled way that anyone would when they're spooked.
It occurs to you that you only saw the vague outline of an unexpected person, an obscure figure standing in the fog. They, however, saw the vague outline of you, something perhaps vaguely human-shaped, but moving in a way that people simply do not, slowly, very slowly, creeping over a bridge.
Assuming that nobody would see you, you accidentally became someone's unexplained Silent Hill experience.
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Thirty minutes into the auction, and heâs already tapping a vexed finger against the velvet armrest.
A vibration in the pocket of his dress slacks draws an irritated sigh. Without so much as glancing at the screen, he raises the phone to his ear. âSpeak.â
âSy?â
He pauses, a brow arching slightly at the familiar voice. âMiss Hunter,â he says, pleased, teasing. âTo what do I owe the pleasure?â
You donât respond. He leans forward slightly, brows knitting together.
âSweetheart?â he tries again.
âCan you pick me up?â
Thereâs no edge to your voice, no trace of the mischief that usually kicks off your calls. With him, youâre never the polished hunter they all knowâalways a little brash, a little demanding. But now, your words come quiet, empty.
He doesnât miss a beat.
Rising to his feet, he shrugs on his coat. The wide-eyed stares of the auction organizers go unnoticed as he strides toward the exit, each step steady and deliberate.
âIâm on my way.â
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#WHY ISNT HE REAL#ori.writes#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus x mc#sylus#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace#sylus angst#sylus hurt/comfort#sylus comfort
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Trueform sukuna who never kisses his concubines. EXCEPT he only kisses his favorite concubine aka reader đđ
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đđ synopsis. youâre the only one deserving of lord sukunaâs.. direct affection.
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. fluff, suggestive at most. uhh exhibitionism ? kinda but nothing crazy sexual happens, so pda. size difference. reader gets called âdoll.â
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youâre standing at the entrance of the estate, along with some other concubines. four of them. uraume is there with you as well. youâre all awaiting the one person youâre serving; ryomen sukuna.
itâs silent. the women donât dare to speak up nor do they dare address you in a menacing manner because of uraumeâs presence. youâre thankful for them. you really donât want to have another petty fight with the concubines. not before your little trip to the village nearby.
youâre all accompanying sukuna to meet up with an infamous clan leader. itâs official business, but youâre needed as a sign of your lordâs high status. youâre basically his trophies that he likes to show off.
âinteresting choice of clothing,â sukuna finally shows up. you all bow, showing respect. you look up and only then realise that heâs addressing you. his eyes wander over your figure, âwhoâs chosen that for you?â
you glance down at your kimono. itâs a beautiful redâsuiting the color of sukunaâs eyes. your hair is put up in a neat bun, with a matching crimson hairpin that represented who you belong to.
him.
âmy lady-in-waiting, my lord,â you say quietly. you cannot see it, yet can easily feel it; the jealous glares from the four women. theyâre dressed in the exact same color red, yet their lord hasnât paid them any mind. not even a glance.
sukuna just hums in response and makes a mental note of your answer. at least his human servants are good for something. he continues to shamelessly check you out.
âlord sukuna,â uraume interrupts carefully. they bow their head once the king of curses looks their way with a stoic expression, âweâll have to leave now if we wish to make it there at dawn.â
itâs a gentle reminder, but thereâs some urgency in their voice. sukuna rolls his eyesâhe may have some official business, but heâs not attending that. not before taking care of other more important stuff first. âsilence,â he comments to uraume, heavy steps heading your way afterwards.
your eyes meet his. you blink in confusion, eyelashes fluttering. the sight makes sukunaâs hands twitch at his sides. the way you stare up at him with such naĂŻvetĂŠ is making him want to destroy it.
youâre unsure what sukuna wants from you. as he orders, everyone stays quiet. you watch as his big hands wrap around your bodyâyour waist engulfed by his warm palms. your eyes widen, but before you can question his actions, your lips are sealed by his.
itâs rare that he does this. kissing sukuna is a privilege. one that no one has ever gotten the honour of having, except for you.
youâve tasted him. youâve felt his tongue slither against yours. youâve had his saliva mix with yours. youâve had him grunting in your mouth.
youâve had it all.
no one says a thing. even as your feet are lifted from the ground by the sheer strength of sukunaâs grip on your small body. to reach his lips properly, he has to pick you up and hold you against his chest. itâs his favorite thing to do.
âpretty thing,â sukuna coos with a grin. you can feel his lips curling up menacingly against your mouth. it makes you whine. you instantly shut up once you realise that youâre still outside and surrounded by othersâwho are basically waiting on you two to be done.
youâre embarrassed to the point that you want nothing more than to hide your face against sukunaâs chest. but he will not let you until heâs had his fill. your tongues swirl around each other passionately, followed by him sucking on your bottom lip and biting it with his sharp fangs.
âmy lord,â you whine quietly. you know thisâll end up like that one time in the garden. where he shamelessly took you in front of his servants. youâre unsure if itâs a smart thing to do right now. sukuna has an appointment to go to after all.
his mouth doesnât stop interlocking with yours. his thick fingers tug at the hairs on the back of your neck, causing you to part your lips in surprise. the king of curses takes his chance and explores your warm little mouth. the one that heâs claimed as his the moment you became his concubine.
you tug at his sleeve as a reminder. sukuna grumbles in annoyance, but he knows youâre right; he should let go. his bottom set of eyes dart over to uraume for a second and upon seeing their expressionless yet determined face, he sighs.
all that official business can suck his dick.
sukuna finally detaches his lips from your now wet and swollen ones. youâre breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. youâre flustered to the point you actually bury your face into sukunaâs chiseled chest. youâre sure thisâll be the only talk around the estate for the upcoming week. youâll become the victim of some more. . . bullying.
the king of curses notices that you donât let go of him at all. he grins at the sight of you so desperately clinging onto him. he tries to undo the little mess he made of your once neat hair in the meantime.
âwhat? want me to carry you all the way there, doll?â sukuna raises an eyebrow, teasing you as per usual. you donât let go of him since youâre still cooling off. youâve never really kissed outside of the bedroom. it always happens behind closed doors, so this one time took you by surprise.
you shake your head and plop down on your feet again. âno, my apologies, my lord,â you straighten the material of your kimono and donât even dare to look at the others. uraume would understand, since theyâre used to their lordâs antics, but the concubines will cause big trouble once youâre back home.
sukuna nods in acknowledgment. he still got that evil smirk on his face. his thumb brushes the smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth, cleaning up his mess once again. heâs nice enough to do so today.
âheh.â sukuna lets out an amused chuckle before walking away and ahead of youâthe others silently following, as do you. youâre right behind him, on his right side, as he turns his head to yours, âjust so yâknow, iâm not done with you.â
you know sukuna isnât. you can easily tell by the way that he didnât even bother to wipe the lipstick from his own lips. heâs wearing that stain like itâs a medal of sorts. evidence that youâre the only one heâs ever going to show such affection to.
either way; youâre in for one hell of a ride once youâre back from your little business trip.
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ma'am
Joel Millerâs spent a lifetime in control, but under your confident lead, heâs discovered just how good it feels to let go. As your right-hand man in Jackson, heâs desperate to please, finding himself worshiping you in ways heâs never dared beforeâand loving every filthy second of it.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sub!Joel, dom!f!reader, oral (male and female receiving), nipple play (SUCKING JOELâS NIPPLES like he deserves), premature ejaculation, dirty talk, praise kink, begging, desperation kink, Joel whimpering, explicit sexual content, mutual devotion, protective partnership, reader is emotionally supportive but firm, Joel finds comfort in being cared for (heâs babygirl) and Joel being so far gone itâs frankly adorable.
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part two: after hours
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Joel Miller had always been the guy people turned to when things needed fixingâwhether it was a busted fence, a tough decision, or clearing out a horde of infected, he was the dependable one. The solid one. The man who got things done without flinching.
But with you, it was different.
You werenât like anyone else in Jackson. Youâd arrived last winter, stepping into the townâs bustling life like youâd always belonged, and somehow, youâd made it your own.Â
People respected youâtrusted youânot because you demanded it, but because you commanded it. You were sharp, resourceful, and unshakably confident.Â
Joel couldnât decide if you reminded him of a soldier or a queen, but either way, it made his chest tighten every time you spoke.
It started innocently enough.
âJoel, we need these supplies moved to the north gate before sundown,â you said one day, standing by the depot, that calm, no-nonsense tone that made Joelâs stomach flip.
âYes, maâam,â he replied without thinking, the words slipping out as easily as breathing.
Youâd looked up, a flicker of amusement in your eyes. âDidnât peg you for the âyes maâamâ type,â you teased lightly, your lips curving into that small, knowing smile.
Joel had flushed, shifting on his feet like a boy caught stealing. âGuess itâs just�� habit.â
You didnât push, just nodded and turned back, but Joel couldnât get the moment out of his head.
Something about the way you spoke to himâfirm but never condescending, confident but never overbearingâlit something inside him he hadnât felt in years.Â
Respect, maybe. Or something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous.
The more months you worked together, the worse it got for him.
âJoel, grab the shotgun and cover me,â you ordered one day, crouched behind a rusted-out truck as infected skittered through the woods ahead. Your voice was steady, even in the heat of the moment, and Joelâs chest swelled as he followed your lead without question.
Another time, while patrolling the perimeter, you had said, âCheck the west side at dusk. Let me know if anythingâs out of place.â
âYes, maâam,â Joel had answered automatically, his voice softer, almost reverent.
You didnât always notice how easily he fell into step with you, how much he craved the way you trusted him to follow through.Â
But Joel noticed. Every damn time.Â
And it wasnât just respectâthough that was there tooâit was something raw and magnetic. Something that made his chest tighten and his cock stir in ways that left him fumbling for composure.
It wasnât just the way you spoke. It was the way you carried yourself. The way you moved through the world with confidence that was effortless, never forced.Â
You werenât trying to prove anything to anyoneâyou just were. You called the shots when they needed calling, and people listened, not because they had to, but because they wanted to.
Joel wanted to. And more than that, he liked it.
One night, it all came to a head.
Jackson was quiet, the streets bathed in the soft glow of lanterns strung between buildings. Joel was walking back from the stables when he spotted you on the porch of the town hall, a map spread across the railing in front of you.Â
The way the light hit your face, catching on your jawline and softening your features, made his chest ache.
âJoel,â you called, your voice slicing through the stillness like a blade.
He froze for half a second before making his way over, his boots crunching softly on the gravel.Â
His pulse quickened as he got closer, his eyes darting over youâyour loose hair falling over one shoulder, the curve of your wrist as you held the edge of the map, the faint furrow in your brow that he desperately wanted to smooth away.
âEverything alright?â he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.
You glanced up, your eyes meeting his. âCome take a look at this,â you said, motioning him closer.
Joel stepped up beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he looked at the map.
The faint scent of soap and leather lingered on you, and Joel had to force himself to focus on what you were pointing atâa marked spot near the riverbank.
âBeen seeing signs of movement out here the past couple nights,â you explained. âCould be nothing, but I want to clear it tomorrow. Need someone to back me up. You in?â
âAlways,â Joel said immediately, his voice quieter than he intended but no less firm. His fingers brushed yours as he took the map, and he swore he felt a spark.
You smiled thenâjust a small curve of your lipsâbut it sent heat rushing through Joelâs chest. âGood. Be ready at dawn.â
âYes, maâam,â Joel murmured before he could stop himself.
Your brows lifted slightly, amusement flickering in your expression. âYou donât have to keep calling me that, you know.â
Joel rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks warming. âCanât help it,â he muttered, his gaze sliding to the ground. âSuits you.â
Your smile widened just enough to make his heart stumble. âIf you say so.â
With that, you folded the map, tucked it under your arm, and disappeared into the town hall, leaving Joel standing there like a damn fool, his chest tight and his jeans uncomfortably snug.Â
He swore under his breath, adjusting his stance in a futile attempt to ease the ache building low in his belly.
It wasnât fair.Â
The way you got under his skin without even trying. The way you made him feel⌠lighter and heavier all at once.Â
Joel had spent his whole life being the one people leaned on, the one who carried the weight, and for once, he didnât mind letting someone else take the reins.Â
Hell, he wanted to.Â
He wanted to follow you, to listen to you, to give you every ounce of control you asked for.
Joel stayed rooted to the spot, staring at the closed door of the town hall long after youâd gone inside.Â
His pulse pounded in his ears, the ache in his jeans growing unbearable as his mind replayed the last few momentsâthe way your voice curled around his name, the subtle command in your tone when you told him to be ready, the approving smile that lingered on your lips when heâd answered.
It was ridiculous, he thought bitterly, rubbing the back of his neck. He was a grown man, for Christâs sake, and yet here he was, rock-hard in the middle of Jackson like some lovesick idiot.Â
His cock throbbed against the tight denim of his jeans, a constant, humiliating reminder of how badly he wanted youâhow badly he needed you.
Joel swallowed hard, adjusting himself as subtly as he could manage, though the motion sent a shiver of frustration through him.Â
This was nothing new.Â
Every time he was around you, it was like his body betrayed him, reacting to the sound of your voice, the sway of your hips, the smallest flick of your wrist as you gestured for him to follow.
He couldnât stop thinking about itâabout you.
The way you carried yourself, confident and composed, made his chest tighten in ways that were equal parts admiration and raw, aching need.
You were everything Joel wasnât. Steady. Collected. In control. And fuck if he didnât crave that about you.
More than anything, he craved the way you made him feel. Like he could just⌠let go.
The thought sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight to his cock, and Joel bit back a groan, his hand clenching at his side.Â
Heâd spent yearsâdecadesâbeing the man people turned to, the one who handled the tough shit without complaint.
But with you? He didnât want to be the guy in charge.Â
He wanted to be the one following orders, wanted to be the one looking up at you, waiting for your approval.Â
He wanted to make you proud.Â
To hear you say his name the way you had earlier, with that faint hint of amusement, like you saw something in him that no one else ever had.
Goddamn it, he was pathetic.
Joel shook his head, muttering a low curse under his breath as he turned away from the town hall.Â
The walk back to his house felt like a blur, his thoughts too tangled to focus on anything but you.Â
Every step sent a dull throb through his cock, and by the time he reached his front door, his hands were trembling, his jaw tight with restraint.
Inside, Joel leaned heavily against the door, the cool wood pressing into his back as he exhaled shakily. His chest rose and fell in uneven waves, the pounding of his heart loud in the stillness of the house.Â
The faint creak of the floorboards beneath his boots reminded him he wasnât dreaming, though he almost wished he wereâwished the memory of you wasnât so vivid it set his whole body on fire.
His jacket slid from his shoulders and hung limply on the hook by the door, but the ritual did little to calm him.Â
His hand lingered against the fabric, fingers gripping tightly for a moment as though holding on to it might anchor him. But there was no escapeânot from the way you lingered in his thoughts, the way your voice echoed in his ears like a melody he couldnât shake.
Câmere, Joel. I need you to check this.
Câmere, JoelâŚ.
The words played on repeat, the confidence in your tone, the subtle curve of authority behind every syllable.Â
The way youâd glanced at him tonight, your eyes catching his for just a second longer than necessaryâit was enough to drive him insane.Â
Joel groaned softly, the sound rough and guttural as he pressed the heel of his palm against the stiff, aching bulge in his jeans.
âJesus,â he muttered, shaking his head as if that might clear it. But it didnât. It never did. Heâd thought about you like this too many times to count.Â
Late at night, alone in the dark, his fist slick and tight around his cock, imagining you leaning over him, your voice a breathy, commanding whisper.
âGood boy, Joel. Just like that.â
It was the praise that undid him every time, the approval he ached for, that soft edge of control in your voice that made his chest tighten and his hips buck into his hand.Â
Joelâs teeth dug into his bottom lip as he pushed off the door, his steps hurried and uneven as he made his way toward the bedroom.Â
His body was hot, his skin flushed as he kicked the door shut behind him and leaned against it, his breath coming fast and shallow.
He didnât bother with the lights. There was no point when the image of you burned so brightly in his mind.
His hands fumbled with his belt, the leather sliding free with a sharp hiss before he shoved his jeans down his thighs, kicking them aside.Â
His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
Joel wrapped his calloused fingers around himself, his rough palm dragging slowly along the length as his head tipped back against the door.Â
A soft, broken groan escaped his lips, and he tightened his grip, savoring the sharp sensation.
âYes,â Joel whispered hoarsely, his hips jerking into his hand as the thought took hold.
The image was so vivid it made his knees weak.
âOn your knees, Joel. Let me see how much you want it.â
He imagined you standing over him, your hands on your hips, your lips curved into that wicked, knowing smile.
Youâd look down at him like you owned him, and Joel would crumble beneath that gaze, his body desperate to obey.
His hand moved faster, his strokes rougher as his chest heaved. ��Fuck,â he muttered, his voice thick and broken. âIâd do it. Anything you want, darlinâ. Just⌠just fuckinâ tell me.â
And then, there was the fantasy he couldnât shake. Youâd guide him downâyour fingers tangling in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him hiss as you tilted his face up toward yours.
âYou want to make me feel good, baby? Show me.â Youâd press his face between your thighs, your warmth surrounding him, and Joel would lose himself.
He could almost feel itâthe softness of your skin, the slick heat of your cunt against his lips. His tongue would trace slow, deliberate circles around your clit, savoring the way your body trembled beneath his mouth.Â
Youâd moan his name, your voice breathy and broken, and it would be the only thing he cared about.
Joel groaned loudly, his hips jerking off the door as his hand tightened, the slick sound filling the room. âPlease,â he rasped, his voice shaking. âPlease, darlinâ. Let me be good for you. Let meââ
He imagined you grinding against his face, your thighs clenching around his head as you guided him, demanding more. âThatâs it, Joel. Just like that. Donât stop until I come, baby.â
The thought of your approval, of hearing you call him a good boy as he worked tirelessly to please you, made his cock throb painfully in his hand. âIâd do it,â he muttered hoarsely. âIâd fuckinâ worship you, darlinâ. Just say the word.â
The tension snapped, his body locking up as his release hit. Hot, thick spurts spilled over his hand, his voice breaking into a low, guttural groan as his hips jerked helplessly.Â
Your name fell from his lips, raw and reverent, as the pleasure coursed through him, leaving him trembling and spent.
For a long moment, Joel stood there, his chest heaving, his hand still wrapped loosely around his softening cock.Â
The air was thick with the scent of his arousal, the evidence of his need dripping onto the floor, and yet all he could think about was you. Your voice, your smile, the way you made him feel like he could let go of everything and just⌠be.
Joel swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he finally pushed off the door and reached for a towel.Â
He cleaned himself up quickly, his thoughts still tangled, his body still thrumming with the remnants of his release. But even as the tension faded, the ache lingeredâthe desperate, aching need for you.
For your voice. For your touch. For your approval.
And Joel knew heâd never stop wanting it. Never stop wanting you.
Because this wasnât enough. It would never be enough. Not until he had you.
Not until he could hear you say his name the way heâd always dreamed, soft and breathless, your hands gripping his shoulders as you told him exactly what to do.
¡ ¡ âââ
The sun was barely cresting the horizon as you and Joel set out toward the riverbank, the chilly morning air biting at your cheeks. Joel kept a steady pace beside you, his rifle slung across his shoulder, his eyes scanning the dense treeline with practiced precision.
Despite the tension that always came with patrols, there was a comfort in your presenceâa grounding force that he couldnât quite put into words.
The faint scent of soap and leather lingered on you, familiar and steady, and Joel found himself stealing glances at you more than he should.
You walked with such assuredness, each step purposeful, and the soft sway of your hips had him swallowing harder than necessary.
He tried to focus, but your commanding presence made it impossible not to feel both overwhelmed and grounded.
âSee this?â you murmured, crouching near a patch of disturbed dirt. Your voice was low, clipped, yet patient as you gestured for him to come closer. âLooks like someoneâs been through here recently. More than one.â
Joel crouched beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he examined the ground.
The way your hair caught the morning light, the subtle curve of your neckâit was too much. His chest tightened as he forced his gaze to the dirt and away from the way your lips parted slightly in concentration.
âYeah,â he muttered, his voice rougher than intended. âCould be raiders.â
âCould be,â you agreed, straightening and adjusting the strap of your pack. âLetâs keep moving. Stay sharp.â
âYes, maâam,â Joel said before he could stop himself, the words slipping out instinctively.
You glanced at him, one brow arching, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at your lips.
You turned without a word, leading the way through the uneven terrain. Joel followed close behind, his pulse quickening with every step.Â
You always had this effect on him, like you were a magnet and he couldnât help but be pulled in.
The ambush came fast.Â
Raiders poured from the treeline, their weapons raised, shouts breaking the morning quiet.Â
Joel moved on instinct, diving behind a fallen log and returning fire, but it was you who commanded the chaos with sharp, decisive orders.
âJoel! Left flank! Cover me!â
He obeyed without question, his rifle steady as he took down one of the raiders attempting to circle around.Â
Even in the heat of the moment, his eyes kept darting to youâhow you moved like a ghost through the underbrush, your aim deadly, your composure unshaken.
But when one of them charged at your blind spot, Joel didnât think. He moved.
The gunshot echoed like thunder as he dropped the man with a single shot.Â
You spun to face him, your eyes wideânot with fear but with something else. Relief? Gratitude? Whatever it was, it made his chest swell.
âThanks,â you said, your tone steady despite the chaos. âBut I told youâstay back.â
Joel gritted his teeth but nodded, ducking back behind cover as you finished off the last of the raiders.Â
When the dust settled, you stood amidst the wreckage, your rifle slung over your shoulder, your expression calm but sharp.Â
You scanned the area one last time before nodding.
âWeâre clear,â you said, turning toward him. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â Joel replied, though his arm burned where a bullet had grazed him.Â
He shifted, trying to hide the blood seeping through his sleeve.
Your eyes narrowed. âYouâre hit.â
âItâs nothinâ,â he muttered, brushing it off.
âItâs not nothing,â you snapped, stepping closer. Your hand grabbed his arm, firm but not harsh. âWeâre done here. Youâre going back to Jackson. Now.â
Joel stiffened, his jaw tightening. âI can keep goinâ. Iâm fine.â
You tilted your head, the corners of your lips pulling into a wry, almost dangerous smile.Â
âJoel,â you said, your voice low but laced with authority that sent a shiver down his spine. âDo I look like Iâm asking?â
Joel swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his ears. âNo, maâam,â he muttered, his voice quieter this time, almost reverent.
âGood.â Your fingers lingered on his arm for just a second longer than necessary, the heat of your touch branding him, before you turned toward the horses. âLetâs move.â
At the clinic, Joel sat on the cot, his shirt discarded, the gash on his arm raw and angry. He winced as the doctor worked, stitching the wound with quick precision.Â
But his eyes werenât on the needle or the threadâthey were on you, leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed, your expression unreadable.
âYouâll need to rest for at least a couple days,â the doctor said, tying off the final stitch. âNo patrols, no heavy lifting.â
Joel opened his mouth to argue, but your sharp glance silenced him immediately.
âGot it,â you said curtly, nodding at the doctor. âThank you.â
When the doctor left, you turned to Joel, your arms dropping to your sides as you stepped closer. âLetâs get you home.â
Back at his house, you guided him inside, your hand on his arm, your touch firm and steady.Â
Joel sank onto the couch with a groan, his body heavier than he wanted to admit. You moved with purpose, disappearing into the kitchen before reappearing with a damp cloth and a glass of water.
âYou donât have toââ he started, but you cut him off with a look that had him snapping his mouth shut.
âLet me,â you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.
You knelt beside him, pressing the cloth gently to his arm. Joel swallowed hard, his breath catching at the sight of you so close, your fingers brushing against his skin.
The faint scent of youâclean and sharp, with a hint of something sweetâfilled his senses, and he had to clench his fists to keep from reaching out.
When you finished, you sat back on your heels, your eyes meeting his. âJoel,â you said softly, âwhy do you push yourself so hard?â
Joel looked away, his jaw tightening. âDonât wanna feel useless,â he muttered. âDonât wanna⌠be a burden.â
âYouâre not a burden,â you said firmly, leaning closer, your voice carrying a weight that made Joelâs chest ache. âYouâre the furthest thing from it.â
Joelâs eyes flicked to yours, his breath catching at the intensity in your gaze. âI justâŚâ He hesitated, his voice breaking. âI just wanna be good for you. Wanna make you proud.â
You tilted your head, a slow, knowing smile curving your lips.
âYou already are, Joel,â you murmured, reaching out to cup his face. Your thumb brushed over his cheekbone, and Joel leaned into your touch like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Joelâs breath was uneven, his good hand curling into a fist on his thigh as he struggled to find the words.
You sat beside him on the couch, quiet and steady, your eyes on his face, your expression calm yet unreadable. It only made him more frantic.
âIâI canât stop thinkinâ about you,â Joel stammered, his voice rough and breaking.Â
He rubbed a hand over his face, his palm trembling slightly as if he was trying to physically hold himself together.
âI need⌠I need you close. I donât know what the hell Iâm doinâ, but IâI canât keep this to myself anymore.â
Your lips parted slightly, but you didnât speak. You just nodded slowly, your gaze unwavering, and it made him feel both exposed and comforted all at once. The tension in his chest was unbearable.
âIâdammit,â he muttered, his voice thick, his gaze darting everywhere but your face.
âIâm tryinâ to say it right, but I donâtâI canâtâI need you, alright? I canât stop thinkinâ about you. About how youâhow youâre always so damn steady, and youââ
He sucked in a shaky breath, his eyes finally locking on yours. They were glassy now, his vulnerability laid bare. âYou make it easier, yâknow? Just beinâ around you⌠I feel like I can breathe. Like maybe I ainât soâso broken after all. And I⌠I need that. I need you.â
You tilted your head slightly, your lips curving into the faintest smile. It wasnât teasing, wasnât pitying. It was understanding, warm, and Joel swore it made his chest ache even more.
âBaby,â you murmured softly, the endearment sending a shiver down his spine. âYou like meâŚromantically?â
Joel froze for a moment, his breath catching as your words settled over him. His lips parted, but all he could do was nod, the movement small and jerky, like he was afraid to admit it outright.
âWant to be good for me?â you asked, your voice a low, soothing hum.
Joelâs nod came faster this time, his breathing growing heavier as he leaned into you, desperate for something he couldnât quite name.
You leaned in slowly, cupping his face with one hand, your thumb brushing over the rough stubble along his jaw.Â
Joelâs eyes fluttered shut as you pressed your lips to his, soft and lingering, and the low, guttural sound he made against your mouth was filled with need.Â
His hand reached out, gripping your waist as if anchoring himself to you, and his lips parted under yours, seeking more.
But just as he leaned into the kiss, you pulled back, your face still close enough that your breath mingled with his.
âGet better for me first, yeah?â you murmured, your thumb trailing along his jaw.
Joelâs eyes snapped open, his brows furrowing as he shook his head. âNo, please,â he whispered, his voice rough and desperate.Â
âPlease, I canâtâIâve been waitinâ for so long. Please donât make me wait anymore.â
You shushed him softly, your fingers sliding through his hair, and Joel practically melted under your touch, his body trembling with the effort to hold himself back.
âYouâll wait,â you said firmly, though your tone was still warm. âBecause youâre mine, and Iâm not about to let you go. But first, I need you strong, Joel. Need you rested. Yeah?â
Joel let out a shaky breath, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he nodded, though his grip on you didnât loosen. âAlright,â he rasped, his voice barely audible. âAlright. But just⌠just promise me youâll be safe.â
âWellâŚyou know me, baby,â you whispered, your lips brushing against the crown of his head.
Joelâs breath hitched again, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close as if to prove to himself that you were real. And as the weight of the moment settled between you, he felt something he hadnât in yearsâpeace.
¡ ¡ âââ
Joel had never been good at resting, but being sidelined for days was pure torture.
His arm still kinda ached where the stitches pulled at the edges of the wound, but the pain was nothing compared to the gnawing anxiety that came from not seeing you.Â
Three days felt like a lifetime, and every hour that passed without you made his chest feel tighter.
Youâd been on patrol since the crack of dawn, and Joel had spent most of the day pacing around his house, every creak of the floorboards setting his nerves on edge.Â
He hadnât wanted to push his luck with the doctor or you, so heâd stayed home, but the absence of your presence was like a physical ache.
Heâd heard the patrol scheduleâyou were checking the area near the riverbank, where the raiders had been sighted.Â
The thought of you out there, alone or with someone who wasnât him, made his stomach churn.
Joel knew you could handle yourselfâheâd seen it firsthandâbut the idea of you in danger without him there to back you up was unbearable.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Joel couldnât take it anymore.Â
His boots thudded against the wooden floors as he grabbed his jacket and rifle, the pain in his arm be damned.
If he didnât see you soon, he was going to lose his mind.
The gates of Jackson were quiet, the air cool and crisp as Joel made his way toward the watchtower. A few guards gave him curious glances, but no one stopped him. He wasnât exactly known for staying out of trouble, injured or not.
âHave you seen her?â Joel asked one of the guards at the gate, his voice gruff.
âThink sheâs still out near the west ridge,â the man replied, tilting his hat back. âThey were due back an hour ago, though.â
Joelâs jaw tightened. An hour ago. His grip on his rifle tightened as he set off toward the west ridge, his boots crunching against the gravel.
The relief was like a flood when he spotted you in the distance, your silhouette unmistakable against the fading light.
You were walking back toward the gates, your pack slung over your shoulder, your rifle in hand. Joelâs breath hitched at the sight of you, his steps quickening as he closed the distance between you.
âWhere the hell have you been?â Joel barked, his voice harsher than he intended as he reached you.
You raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his tone. âPatrol. Where I said Iâd be.â
âYou were late,â Joel muttered, his gaze sweeping over you, searching for any sign of injury. âAnything happen out there?â
âCouple of runners,â you replied, brushing past him toward the gate. âNothing bad.â
Joel followed you, his chest tight as he struggled to find the right words. âYou couldâve sent word. Let someone know you were runninâ behind.â
You turned to face him then, your eyes sharp. âJoel, Iâm fine. Iâm more worried about why youâre out here when youâre supposed to be resting.â
âI was worried about you,â Joel admitted, his voice quieter now, though no less intense. âDidnât like not knowinâ if you were okay.â
Your expression softened, and you let out a quiet sigh. âJoel, I told you Iâd be back.â
âAnd what if somethinâ had happened?â Joel pressed, his voice growing rough. âWhat ifââ He stopped, his jaw clenching as he looked away.
You stepped closer, your hand resting gently on his arm. âHey,â you said softly, your tone soothing. âIâm here. Iâm okay. And you need to trust that I can take care of myself.â
Joelâs eyes flicked back to yours, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at the steadiness in your gaze. âI know you can,â he muttered. âDoesnât mean Iâm not gonna worry.â
You smiled faintly, squeezing his arm. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
Joel huffed a laugh, the sound low and rough. âAinât what I meant, but⌠yeah, take it how you want.â
âCome on,â you said, nudging him toward the gate. âLetâs get you home. Youâre not supposed to be out here.â
Joel wanted to argue, but the warmth in your voice and the steady grip on his arm made it impossible.
He let you guide him back toward his house, the tension in his chest slowly unwinding with every step.
The walk back to Joelâs house was quiet at first, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm. But as you neared the porch, Joelâs tongue loosened, and the floodgates opened.
âWhat was it like out there today? Was it quiet before the runners? Were they close? You eat somethinâ? Drink enough water?â
You chuckled softly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. âJoel, Iâm fine. I promise.â
âI know, I know,â he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, his steps faltering slightly as you led him inside. âJust⌠canât stop thinkinâ about it. About you. Out there without me.â
His voice was rough, his words tumbling out so quickly he barely had time to filter them. âI mean, I know youâre capableâhell, more than capableâbut I wasnât there, and⌠I hate not beinâ there.â
You stopped just inside the doorway, turning to face him. Joelâs eyes darted over you, like he was trying to memorize every detail, his breathing uneven, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wanted to reach for you but didnât quite dare.
âYouâre rambling, Joel,â you said softly, your voice calm and steady as you reached up to cup his cheek.
Joel froze, his breath hitching at your touch, his wide eyes locking onto yours. âI justâŚâ he began, his voice faltering. âI justââ
âHush,â you murmured, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. âIâm here. Iâm fine. And Iâm not going anywhere for another 4 days.â
Joel exhaled shakily, leaning into your touch like a man starved. âI know,â he rasped. âI know, but I canât stopââ
You silenced him with a kiss, your lips soft and warm against his, and Joel melted beneath it, his whole body going taut before he relaxed into the moment.Â
His hands found your hips, tentative at first, then firm, gripping you like he was afraid you might disappear.
When you pulled back, his lips chased yours for a heartbeat before he caught himself, his eyes fluttering open. He looked dazed, his chest heaving, his pupils blown wide as he stared at you.
You smiled softly, the sound of his uneven breathing filling the space between you.
Joelâs lips parted as if to speak, but before he could, you leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time. His groan was low and deep, the kind that seemed to come from the very center of him, vibrating through your chest.
His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer, his need unmistakable.
When your lips parted and your tongue brushed against his, Joel whimperedâa sound so desperate, so raw, it sent a rush of heat straight through you.
You couldnât help but laugh softly into the kiss, and Joelâs grip faltered for a second, his lips pulling into a shaky smile against yours.
âWhyâre you laughinâ?â he asked, his voice rough, his forehead pressing against yours as he caught his breath.
âYouâre eager,â you teased, your hands sliding to his shoulders, feeling the strength there. âItâs sweet.â
Joel groaned again, his cheeks flushing as his hands smoothed up your sides. âCanât help it,â he admitted, his voice dropping lower. âYouâre drivinâ me crazy, darlinâ. Been thinkinâ about this for too long.â
His gaze dropped, and his eyes darkened as they settled on the curve of your breasts, visible through the gap in your blouse.
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath, his hands twitching like he wanted to touch but didnât dare without permission. âYouâre perfect.â
You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head as you ran your fingers along his jaw. âJoel,â you said, your tone firmer now, and he immediately snapped his gaze back up to meet yours, his breath hitching. âWhat are you lookinâ at?â
His cheeks went even redder, but he didnât look away.
Your lips quirked into a sly smile, and you reached up to unbutton the top of your blouse slowly, deliberately. Joelâs eyes tracked every movement, his throat working as he swallowed hard, his cock straining visibly against his jeans.
âYouâve healed up, huh?â you asked, your tone playful, and Joel nodded quickly, his hands shaking slightly.
âBarely feel it,â he murmured, his voice trembling with anticipation. âPlease, darlinâ. Please let meââ
You sighed dramatically, shaking your head as you pushed the blouse from your shoulders, revealing the smooth curve of your skin.
âGo ahead, Joel,â you said, your voice steady but laced with heat. âIf you think you can handle it.â
Joel groaned, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you flush against him as his mouth crashed into yours.
His kisses were messy, desperate, his lips sliding against yours like he couldnât get enough. His hands roamed your body, shaky but reverent, sliding up your ribs and hovering just below your chest.
âEager little thing,â you murmured against his mouth, and Joel whimpered at the words, his hips pressing against yours as his arousal became undeniable.
âCanât help it,â he breathed, his voice shaky and desperate. âBeen wantinâ to get my mouth on you for so long. Wanna lick every inch of you. Fuck, those pretty nipplesâbeen dyinâ to suck on âem, darlinâ. Let me taste you, please.â
The way his voice cracked, the way he clung to youâit was enough to make your resolve waver. But you werenât going to let him get off that easily. Not yet.
âBed,â you whispered, pulling back just enough to guide him toward the bedroom. Joel followed without hesitation, his hands still on you, his body trembling with barely-contained need.
âSit down, baby,â you murmured, your voice firm but teasing as you pushed him gently onto the mattress.
Joel sat immediately, lips wet and swollen from your kisses, his pupils blown wide as he stared up at you like you were a goddess he was desperate to worship.
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath, his gaze flicking to your chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. âYouâre so goddamn beautiful.â
You stepped between his legs, running your hands up his thighs, feeling the way they trembled under your touch.
âIs this what youâve been dreaminâ about, Joel?â you asked, your voice low and sultry as you leaned in close. âMe, standinâ over you like this, lettinâ you look your fill?â
Joel groaned, his head tipping back as his hips jerked involuntarily. âYes,â he whispered, his voice trembling. âEvery night, darlinâ. IâfuckâI think about you all the time. Canât stop.â
You smirked, running your hands higher until your fingers brushed against the hard, throbbing bulge straining beneath his jeans. Joelâs breath hitched, his hips lifting slightly as if to chase your touch.
âBet youâve been strokinâ that cock to the thought of me, havenât you?â you purred, your nails scraping lightly along his thighs.
âThinking about my tits, my mouth, wonderinâ what itâd feel like to have me all over you?â
Joel let out a broken whimper, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress as he nodded. âYes,â he rasped, his voice thick with desperation. âFuck, yes. I think about you all the timeâDrives me crazy.â
You laughed softly, Joelâs eyes focused, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of you, his gaze zeroing in on your breasts, the way your nipples pebbled in the cool air.
You reached up, cupping your breasts and squeezing them lightly, your thumbs brushing over your nipples. âWanna taste them, baby? Wanna feel my tits in your mouth?â
Joel groaned loudly, his hands clenching into fists as his cock strained painfully against his jeans. âPlease,â he begged, his voice breaking. âPlease, let meâfuck, let me taste them."
You smirked, stepping closer and guiding his hands to your hips. âGo on then, baby,â you murmured, leaning in until your chest was level with his face. âShow me how much you want it.â
Joel didnât need to be told twice. His hands slid up to your waist, pulling you closer as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples with a desperate groan.Â
His lips were hot and eager, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud before he sucked it into his mouth, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.
âFuck, thatâs it,â you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. âGood boy, Joel. Just like that.â
Joel whimpered against your skin, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently as he switched to your other nipple. His tongue worked in slow, deliberate strokes, his lips tugging and sucking as if he couldnât get enough.
âFinallyâ he muttered against your skin, his voice muffled but no less desperate.
You chuckled softly, grinding your hips against his lap, feeling the hard line of his cock pressing against your thigh. âYouâre so needy,â you teased, your voice dripping with satisfaction. âCanât even keep your hands to yourself, can you?â
Joel shook his head, his mouth still attached to your nipple as he let out a low, guttural moan. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping you tightly as he rocked against you, his cock throbbing beneath the rough denim of his jeans.
âCanât help it,â he rasped, his voice hoarse. âYouâre all I think about. All I want.â
You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear. âThen be a good boy for me, Joel,â you whispered, your voice low and commanding. âKeep sucking.â
Joel groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as his lips moved back to your breast, sucking and licking with renewed fervor. His hips bucked against yours, his need spilling out in every touch, every sound.
âYou like these, baby?â you murmured, cupping your breast and brushing your thumb over your wet, glistening nipples. âMy sweet boy likes them, hm?â
Joel froze for a moment, his pupils dilating as the meaning of your words sank in. His hips bucked sharply, and he let out a strangled moan, his whole body trembling beneath you.
âFuck, I-,â he groaned, his voice cracking as his head fell back against the headboard. âShit, darlinâ, Iâm sorryâI canât⌠Iâmâfuck!â
You felt the unmistakable heat and dampness spreading as Joelâs hips jerked one last time, his moans spilling into the quiet room. His face flushed a deep red, his chest heaving as he realized what had just happened.
âShit,â he muttered again, his voice thick with embarrassment as he covered his face with one hand. âI didnât mean to⌠fuck, Iâm so sorry. This is so stupidââ
âJoel,â you interrupted, your voice firm but soothing as you brushed his hand away from his face. âLook at me.â
He did, his eyes wide and vulnerable, his lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath. The sight of himâflushed, desperate, and utterly wreckedâonly made you want him more.
âItâs okay,â you murmured, your lips curving into a wicked smile. âIâm flattered, baby. You just couldnât help yourself, could you? Had to come in your pants for me.â
Joel let out a choked sound, his hips twitching involuntarily beneath you.
âI⌠fuck, darlinâ, you make me crazy,â he admitted hoarsely. âCanât stop thinkinâ about you. I need you. Please⌠let me make it up to you.â
Your smile widened, and you leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear. âStill wanna keep going, baby?â you whispered, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. âAfter youâve already made such a mess?â
Joel nodded frantically, his hands gripping your hips like a lifeline. âYes,â he rasped, his voice breaking. âI donât think I ever wanna stop, maâam. Please⌠let me taste you. Iâll be so good for you, I promise.â
You pulled back slightly, tilting your head as you studied him, your expression unreadable.
Then, slowly, you smiled, your fingers trailing down his chest. âUndress me,â you commanded, your voice soft but firm.
Joel flushed, his hands moving to your waist again. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your pants, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for permission.Â
You nodded, leaning back onto the bed as you let him guide the fabric down your legs, his touch careful but firm.
By the time your pants were off, you were sprawled out on the bed, your back resting against the pillows.Â
Joel knelt between your legs, his chest heaving as he stared down at you, his eyes drinking in every detail like he was trying to commit it to memory.
"You're beautiful," he said again, his voice breaking slightly as his fingers slid along the waistband of your panties.Â
Joel groaned low in his throat, his hands clumsy but desperate as he unbuttoned your pants and slid them down your legs.
He paused when he saw your panties, a visible wet spot already soaking through the fabric. His breath hitched, and he let out a shaky, âFuck⌠look at that. So wet for me, darlinâ. Goddamn.â
His hands trembled as he paused, glancing up at you for reassurance.
You smirked, one eyebrow arching as you propped yourself up on your elbows.
"Go on, baby," you murmured, your voice soft and encouraging. "You've got me all to yourself. Do what you've been dreaming about."
Joelâs hands hovered over your hips for a moment before he finally let them settle there, his thumbs brushing against the edge of your panties.
Joel settled between your legs like he was kneeling before an altar, his chest heaving and his fingers trembling as he slid along the waistband of your panties.
His eyes flicked up to yours, dark and wide with need, and you gave him the softest smile, threading your fingers into his hair as you gently tugged him closer.
âyeah, babyâ you murmured, your voice dripping with encouragement.
His breath hitched, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
He kissed you there, slow and reverent, his beard grazing your flesh and sending shivers through you. Each kiss was accompanied by a low, throaty groan, his lips moving steadily closer to the source of your heat.
âJesus Christ,â he rasped, his voice breaking as he reached the edge of your panties. His nose pressed against the damp fabric, and he inhaled sharply, the sound guttural and desperate.
âFuck, you smell so good, darlinâ. Like heavenâsweet, wet heaven.â
His hands trembled as they gripped your thighs, holding you open as he buried his face against you, nuzzling and inhaling like he couldnât get enough.
The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against your calves, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his breath and the wet heat of his mouth against your panties.
âBeen dreaminâ about thisâabout your sweet cunt for so fuckinâ long. Want it so bad, baby. Wanna taste youâwanna lick you, suck that pretty clit between my lips and drink you down till thereâs nothinâ left.â
You moaned softly, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging gently, encouraging him.
âYeah?â you whispered, your voice low and breathless. âYou wanna eat me out, baby? Wanna show me how good that mouth of yours is? Then take them off.â
Joel knelt between your thighs, trembling as he slid your soaked panties down your legs.
He didnât even try to hide the way his breath hitched when your cunt was fully exposed to him, glistening and perfect.
His chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths as he just stared for a moment, his lips parting like he wanted to speak but couldnât find the words.
âYou just gonna look, Joel?â you teased, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging gently. âOr are you gonna be a good boy and show me what you can do?â
That broke him. His head dipped instantly, his breath ghosting hot over your slick folds as he whispered, âYes⌠yes, maâam.â His voice was low, reverent, almost a prayer.
The first touch of his tongue was hesitant but deliberate, a slow drag from your entrance to your clit, as if he wanted to savor you.
He groaned into you, the sound muffled but deep, and then he leaned in further, pressing his mouth to your cunt like he couldnât get close enough.
âGood boy,â you murmured, your voice soft but thick with pleasure. âFuck, youâre so eager for it. Just like that.â
Joel didnât answerâcouldnât answer.
He was too focused, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open as he worked his tongue through every inch of your folds.
His breath hitched as he tasted you, his lips sealing over your clit for a moment to suck softly before his tongue returned to explore your entrance.
âOh, baby,â you breathed, your hips arching slightly into his mouth. âYouâre so fucking good at that. Look at you, so hungry for me. You love this, donât you? Love worshipping my pussy.â
His only response was a desperate, muffled groan and moaning as he shifted his grip, spreading your thighs wider.Â
His nose pressed against your clit, and he rubbed it there as his tongue delved inside you, slow and deliberate, tasting you from the inside out.Â
His breathing was ragged now, warm puffs of air against your heat between each swipe of his tongue.
âFuck yes,â he whispered hoarsely against you, his voice barely audible over the sound of his mouth working your cunt. âFuck⌠taste so good. Yes. Yes, maâamâŚâ
You tugged his hair lightly, guiding him just where you wanted, and he followed without hesitation, his moans vibrating through your core.Â
His nose nudged your clit again, his tongue lapping at your entrance with long, languid strokes, and your moans filled the room, soft and breathy.
âThatâs it,â you encouraged, your voice breaking slightly as he found just the right rhythm. âSuch a good boy. Keep going, baby. Make me come.â
Joel groaned deeply, the sound muffled as he pressed his face impossibly closer to your core, his lips locking around your clit.Â
Each sound he made was guttural, desperate, like he was losing himself in the taste of you.
His hands gripped your thighs tightly, anchoring himself to you as his nose pressed against your folds, adding pressure in all the right places.
âGood boy,â you whispered, your voice trembling as you combed your fingers through his hair, guiding him exactly where you needed him. âKeep going, baby. Suck my clit just like that.â
Joel whimpered against you, the sound low and wrecked, and he obeyed without hesitation, sucking harder, his tongue darting out to flick over the swollen nub between pulls.Â
He groaned again, his hips shifting slightly as if he couldnât help but grind against the mattress, completely undone by the act of pleasuring you.
Your breath hitched, your body trembling as the tension in your core tightened to an unbearable degree.
âFuck, Joelâdonât stop. Donât you fucking stop.â
He moaned louder at your words, his hands tightening on your thighs as he doubled down, his lips creating just the right amount of pressure while his tongue worked you mercilessly.Â
His nose nudged against your clit in rhythm with his sucking, the sensation pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
âPlease,â he murmured against you between strokes, his voice trembling with need. âWanna make you come, maâam. Wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.â
That was all it took. Your body tensed, your back arching as your orgasm slammed into you, waves of pleasure crashing through you so hard you couldnât even form words.Â
Joel groaned against you, his tongue and lips relentless as he rode out your release, his moans vibrating through every sensitive nerve ending.
When you finally came down, your thighs trembling and your breath shaky, Joel slowly pulled back, his lips glistening and swollen, his face flushed and eyes glazed with pure adoration.
He looked like a man on his knees at the altar of a goddess.
âperfect,â he whispered, his voice wrecked, his gaze fixed on your blissed-out expression.
âDid I do good?â he asked quietly, his voice raw and hoarse.
You smiled, brushing your fingers over his cheek. âBetter than good, baby,â you murmured. âFuck.â
Joelâs eyes darted to yours, wide and full of something raw and pleading.Â
He leaned in again, his lips brushing against your inner thigh as he spoke, his voice trembling with need. âPlease⌠can I keep goinâ? Just a little more. I donât wanna stop. Wanna taste you again, maâam.â
His mouth found your clit in a featherlight kiss, his tongue flicking out experimentally, careful and reverent as though seeking permission.Â
His hands slid up your thighs, holding them open like you might change your mind.
âJoel,â you said, your voice soft but firm, your hand threading into his hair and tugging just enough to stop him. âNo, baby. I wanna feel you now.â
Joel froze, his breath hitching, and he whined softly against your skin, the sound almost pitiful. âButââ he started, his lips pressing to your clit again in a desperate, fleeting kiss. âI can make you come again. Please, Iââ
âJoel.â Your voice was sharper this time, not cruel but commanding. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, his lips glistening and his pupils blown wide. âYouâve been so good, baby, but I want you now. Donât make me ask twice.â
The words sent a visible shudder through him. He hesitated for half a second before pulling back reluctantly, his lips parted as if to protest but no words came out. His hands lingered on your thighs, squeezing gently as he swallowed hard.
âYes, maâam,â he finally said, his voice low and hoarse, the respect and submission in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat through you.
He sat back on his heels, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for your next command.
You leaned up slightly, cupping his cheek with one hand, your thumb brushing over his flushed skin. His lips were parted, breathless, as if he couldnât quite believe this was happening.Â
âYouâve done so well, baby,â you murmured softly, letting your other hand trail down his chest. âBut I need to see all of you. Letâs get this off.â
Joelâs breath hitched, his wide eyes locking onto yours as you reached for the buttons of his shirt. âYes,â he whispered, the words shaky and reverent, like he couldnât believe he was allowed this moment.
One by one, you undid the buttons, the fabric parting to reveal the broad expanse of his chest.
You slid the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the bed as you sat back to admire him.
Your gaze swept over the planes of his bodyâthe strong curve of his shoulders, the scars that marred his skin, the soft dusting of hair on his chest.
âFuck, Joel,â you murmured, your voice full of heat and awe. âLook at you. Youâre beautiful.â
His cheeks turned a deep red, and he looked away, swallowing hard. âDonât know about that,â he mumbled, his voice low and unsure.
You leaned forward, your hands sliding over his chest, your thumbs brushing along the ridges of his scars.
âOh, I do,â you purred, your tone leaving no room for argument. âYouâre fucking perfect, Joel. Every inch of you.â
Your fingers grazed his nipples, and Joel froze, his breath catching audibly. The faintest shiver ran through his body, and he let out a soft, shaky, âMaâamâŚâ
You smirked, leaning in closer. âSensitive, huh?â you murmured, circling the hardened peaks with your thumbs.
Joel let out a broken gasp, his hips jerking into the air as his hands gripped the sheets beneath him.
âFuck,â he groaned, his voice low and desperate. âDidnât⌠didnât know I -.â
âYou didnât?â you teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss to one nipple before flicking your tongue over it. Joelâs reaction was instantâa guttural moan that sent a wave of heat straight through you.
âSweetheart I-â he gasped again, his hands trembling as they hovered near your waist, like he wasnât sure if he was allowed to touch you. âIâfuck, Iââ
âHush, baby,â you whispered, shifting to his other nipple and sucking it into your mouth.Â
Joel cried out, his head falling back against the pillows as his chest arched into your touch.
His hips bucked again, and you could feel how hard he was, straining against the confines of his jeans.
âFuck,â he whimpered, his voice trembling. âI didnât know⌠didnât know I could feel this good. Please, donât stop.â
You hummed against his skin, your tongue teasing over the sensitive bud before you nipped at it gently. Joelâs whole body jerked, a sharp gasp escaping his lips.
âYouâre so sensitive, baby,â you murmured, sitting back to admire the way his chest heaved, his eyes wide and glassy. âBet no oneâs ever touched you like this before.â
Joel shook his head frantically, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. âNo,â he breathed. âNever. Fuck, itâsâmaâam, itâs so good.â
You let your hands drift lower, tracing the sharp lines of his ribs and the soft curve of his stomach. Joelâs eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a shaky moan as your fingers teased the waistband of his jeans.
âYou want more, baby?â you asked softly, your voice teasing and full of promise.
Joel nodded frantically, his voice barely above a whisper as he rasped, âPlease⌠please, maâam. Anything you want.â
You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, slowly pulling them down along with his underwear, your eyes drinking in the sight of him as he was finally exposed.
Joelâs cock sprang free, flushed and thick, the head an angry, swollen red and glistening with his earlier release.
Pearly streaks of cum had smeared down his shaft, pooling at the base and even dripping onto his balls. You let out a low hum of approval, your lips curling into a wicked smile.
âSuch a mess,â you tutted, your voice thick with teasing affection. âYouâve really made quite the mess, baby.â
Joelâs chest heaved, his breath coming in shaky gasps as he avoided your gaze, his embarrassment clear. But his hips jerked slightly, almost involuntarily, at the heat in your voice.
âAw, donât get shy on me now,â you teased, your fingers curling gently around his cock, feeling the slickness of him against your palm.
âThis is nothing to be embarrassed about. It just shows how much you need me.â
Joel whimpered, his voice breaking as he finally met your eyes. âI⌠I canât help it,â he admitted hoarsely, his voice trembling. âYou make meâfuckâyou make me crazy.â
Your thumb stroked up the length of his shaft, smearing the sticky remnants of his cum before circling the sensitive head.
âI know, baby,â you cooed, your voice softening just a touch. âAnd I love how desperate you get for me. Let me clean you up first, okay? Canât leave my good boy all messy like this.â
Joel nodded frantically, his lips parting as a shaky moan escaped him. âYes, maâam,â he whispered, his voice thick with submission.
You leaned down, your tongue darting out to trace along the underside of his cock, starting at the base where his cum had pooled and slowly working your way up.
The taste of him was intoxicating, salty and musky, and you let out a quiet, pleased hum as you licked him clean. Joelâs entire body trembled beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he struggled to stay still.
âFuck,â he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. âMaâam⌠oh, fuckâŚâ
You didnât stop, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, collecting every drop of his release before moving lower.
Your lips closed around one of his balls, sucking gently as your hand continued to stroke him, coaxing soft whimpers and gasps from his lips.
His thighs trembled, his breath hitching as you moved to the other, lavishing it with the same attention.
âYou taste so good, Joel,â you murmured, your voice low and sultry as you pulled back slightly to admire your work. âSuch a pretty cock, too. Look at you, all clean and perfect for me now.â
Joel moaned loudly, his head tipping back as his hands clenched the sheets even tighter. âYouâreâfuckâyouâre perfect,â he stammered, his voice cracking. âI donât deserve this.â
You grinned, your fingers brushing along the length of his cock, your touch light and teasing.
âYou deserve every bit of this,â you said firmly, your voice dipping into a commanding tone. âYouâve been such a good boy for me, havenât you? Letting me take care of you like this.â
Joelâs hips jerked against your hand, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he nodded frantically.
âYes,â he whispered, his voice trembling. âYes, maâam. Please⌠please donât stop.â
You leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, your tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive slit.
âYou want more, baby?â you murmured, your voice dripping with seduction. âWant me to make you feel even better?â
Joelâs eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto yours as he nodded, his desperation palpable. âPlease,â he rasped, his voice breaking. âIâll do anything. Just⌠please let me feel you.â
You smiled, soft and knowing, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. âAnything, huh?â you teased, your voice low and dripping with promise. âThen show me, Joel. Show me how much you want this.â
Joelâs hands trembled as he gripped your hips, helping you straddle him. His cock pressed against your slick heat, and he groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through both of you.
His eyes flicked between your face and where your bodies were about to join, his chest heaving with anticipation.
âDonât make me wait,â he whispered, his voice hoarse and wrecked. âPlease, maâam. Let me feel you.â
You reached down, guiding him to your entrance, your breath hitching as you slowly sank down onto him.
The stretch was delicious, the thickness of him filling you completely, and you couldnât help the moan that spilled from your lips.
âFuck, Joel,â you gasped, your hands bracing on his chest. âYou feel so good, baby. So bigâ.â
Joelâs head fell back against the pillows, his lips parted as a choked moan escaped him.
âGoddamn,â he muttered, his voice shaky. âYouâre so tight, so fuckinâ perfect. Feels like heaven, darlinâ. IâfuckâI canât believe this.â
You rocked your hips slowly, letting yourself adjust to the feel of him before setting a steady rhythm.
Joelâs hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he bucked up to meet you, his movements desperate and hungry.
âGood boy,â you murmured, your voice low and commanding as you leaned over him, your lips brushing against his ear. âThatâs it, Joel. Let me take care of you. Let me give you what you need.â
Joel whimpered beneath you, his hips stuttering as he clung to you.
âYouâre⌠youâre so fuckinâ good to me,â he rasped, his voice cracking with emotion. âThe way youâfuckâthe way you handle everything. The way you handle me.â
You tilted your head, studying him with soft affection as your hips moved steadily against his.
âFinally can let go, hm?â you murmured, your tone soothing yet commanding. âYeah? Let me take care of you, Joel. You donât have to worry so much.â
Joelâs eyes squeezed shut, his breath hitching as his hands slid up to cup your waist, holding you like you were his lifeline.
âFuck,â he moaned, his hips bucking harder into you. âIâI worry about you, darlinâ. But⌠but itâs an honor to. Always an honor.â
Your heart clenched at his words, and you leaned down to kiss him deeply, swallowing the desperate sounds spilling from his lips.
His thrusts grew erratic beneath you, his chest heaving as he neared the edge.
Joelâs hands gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your skin like he was afraid to let go.
His breath came in short, ragged bursts, and his hips moved with a frantic rhythm beneath you, desperate and unrelenting. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, your body moving in perfect sync with his.
âYouâre so fucking good, Joel,â you murmured against his lips, your voice heavy with affection and desire. âSo perfect, baby. Keep goingâdonât stop.â
His head tipped back, exposing the vulnerable curve of his throat, a choked moan escaping his lips.
âIâI canâtâfuck, darlinâ,â he gasped, his voice trembling with raw emotion. âYou feel so goddamn good. Canât⌠canât hold on much longer.â
You cupped his face, bringing his gaze back to yours, your thumb brushing over his flushed cheek.
âYou donât have to hold on,â you whispered, your voice a soothing command. âLet go for me, Joel. Let me feel you.â
Joelâs eyes widened, his pupils blown, and his hips snapped up into you with desperate force.
âYouâreâGod, youâre everything,â he groaned, his voice breaking as his hands slid up your sides, trembling as they roamed over your body. âEverything, darlin'. Donât wanna stop⌠donât wanna lose this.â
âYouâre not gonna lose anything,â you reassured him, your own voice breathy and uneven as you rocked against him harder, the friction pushing you closer to your own edge. âIâm here, Joel. Always. Now, give it to me, baby.â
Joelâs body tensed, his back arching off the bed as a guttural moan tore from his throat.
âFuck!â he cried, his hands gripping your hips as his release hit him, his cock pulsing inside you with a heat that sent you spiraling.
The intensity of his climax triggered your own, your body tightening around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.
Your cries mingled with his, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, raw and unrestrained.
Joelâs hips stuttered beneath you, his movements slowing as he rode out the last shuddering waves of his orgasm. His hands loosened their grip on your hips, sliding up to cradle your back as he pulled you down against his chest, holding you close.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the only sounds in the room your labored breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets. Joelâs fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.
âYouâre⌠youâre incredible,â he murmured, his voice hoarse but filled with awe. âI donât deserve you, darlinâ. Donât deserve any of this.â
You lifted your head, brushing your lips against his with a tenderness that made his breath hitch. âYou deserve it all, Joel,â you murmured, your voice steady but warm. âEvery damn bit. Youâre good to meâyouâre good for me.â
Joelâs eyes searched yours, shining with an emotion he couldnât quite name but didnât want to hide. His arms tightened around you, his lips brushing your forehead in a lingering, reverent kiss.
"Now rest up. Weâve got work to do.â
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From then on, you and Joel became Jacksonâs most formidable pair. Whether it was managing patrols, handling disputes, or protecting the town, people knew better than to question the two of you. Joel was your rock, steadfast and loyal, while you were the sharp, commanding presence that kept everything moving forward.
He was at your side for every decision, every challenge, always watching your backâand stealing those quiet moments when it was just the two of you. Joel wore his pride in you like a badge, unspoken but deeply felt, in the way his gaze lingered and his touch steadied you.
And every night, as the world outside grew dark, you both found solace in each otherâa partnership built on trust, strength, and the kind of love that didnât need words to be understood.
Joel always said it best in his own way: âAinât nothinâ in this world I wouldnât do for you, darlinâ. Always.â
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synopsis. he walks you home, then lets himself in.
pairing. logan howlett x f!reader. tags. [18+] dubious consent, vaginal penetration, female receiving oral sex, spitting. honey don't feed it, it'll come back type beat.
Some deep part of Canada, where everything was white. Snowstorms that swarmed through the sky, and the only warmth you could find came from the bottom of a bottle.
The wood floor of the sticky bar you worked in was soaked from frost covered boots â haphazardly scraped across the welcome mat, owners preoccupied with getting their first drink than keeping the place tidy.
You existed there, behind the bar that patrons lent against, like a metal cage with leering onlookers. They paid in drinks, but you took the money home as tips, your warmth stoked in a fireplace.
How youâd ended up there in that forgotten part of the world, you didnât know.
Perhaps youâd followed a narrow path, one strung out with thorns and rubbish, but the money was okay.
When it got slow, and there wasnât much else to do, your boss let you read a bit, too, while you sipped on your endless supply of Coca-Cola.
At the end of your shift, your teeth were fuzzy from all the sugar.Â
An easy existence, but some nights, the patrons got too friendly.
They were fresh off their trucks, looking for some place warm to bury for the night, but you werenât offering.
So, youâd peer at them, watch them make a fool of themselves as they spewed putrid words in your general direction â alcohol and lack of sleep causing the floor to sway from beneath their feet.
It was always the new boys who would try it.
Risk it all for a chance between your thighs, unaware of the hound sitting at the end of the bar, nursing a whiskey and a vendetta.
The first time he fought for you, the air had changed. Gone cloudy with the chance of a brawl â that sixth sense that all bartenders have switching on.
âLady said no, ainât she?â he bellowed from across the bar.
The voice thick with smoke and alcohol, you recognised him as the guy whoâd been drinking whiskey all night, but he was as sober as a nun. No stumble to his step, or slur to his cadence, either.
He was built like an oak tree. You noticed when you served him. Slid him his drink and gazed at the sheer bulk of him. At the weathered, handsome age to his face, to the spray of grey in his brown hair.
His thick arms were snugly buried under a button up shirt, and you didnât see, but rather imagined, the way his muscular legs were stuffed into jeans, and the way his size 12âs rested against the hardwood.
His eyes though, were hiding something. Milky brown concealing his curiosity â easily done with the hard panes of his face.
You imagined letting him take you home, and you thought about being friendly, before a whisper in the back of your cranium told you to back off.
Perhaps safer.
You didnât know where this man had come from, let alone where heâd been. So, you continued to serve him drinks, and tried to ignore the quiet hum of his presence, until the hum turned to a crash.
The patron was scorned. He paused, and turned to the end of the bar, where the brown eyed stranger was waiting. âWhatâs it to you?â he slurred.
But the man with the whiskey wasnât looking to him. He sipped his drink, and said, âshe said no. You donât remember your manners?â
The bar adorned an eerie quiet. Nerves sat low in your belly, heart picking up speed. Â âThis guy serious?â he asked you.
You went to say something, but he was already throwing words at the stranger.
âShe yours or something?â âIt matter?â âCanât blame a guy for trying.â The stranger scoffed, and brought his drink to his lips, âwhatever bub.â
âWe got a problem?â the man uttered, stalking towards him, but his friend took him by the arm and whispered something in his ear, forcing him to deflate.
You wondered what heâd uttered. Whether there were rumours about the guy â a reputation you didnât know about.
Brown eyes didnât bat an eye when the man and his buddy slid out the door, cold filling the room before the door slammed shut.
The bar exhaled.
People went back to their business, and you thought about it, you really did. Thought about leaving him alone. Going back to your measly existence. Your home â the pit for all of your things.
But it didnât win over in the end.
You topped up his drink. He took it, and glanced at you, brown eyes ringed with mystery.
âThat happen often?â he uttered, voice a gruff grunt.
You put the bottle down, and looked away, thinking back to last week when you nearly fought a guy for staring for too long. You glanced back to him. âSometimes.â âYour boss is an asshole for letting you work here alone.â âThat so?â you laughed, shocked at his candour. He nodded and downed his drink, eyeing you from over the rim.
Finished, he put the glass down on the bar, and shrugged his jacket on. He got up to leave, and you felt a chasm begin to open up in your chest.
You went to say something. Anything, to make him stay. But he paused and looked over his shoulder.
His jaw was clenched when he tentatively offered, âbe safe.â
When you locked up, he was waiting for you.Â
It didnât scare you. Really, it should, but when you left the bar and saw him standing there, toking on a cigar in the cold, all it did was make you pause. He stood there, gazing at you, eyes clouded by smoke.Â
âYou waiting for me?â you uttered, making it real, even if the light drift of snow was giving the world a dream like quality.Â
He shrugged. âJust waiting.âÂ
You nodded, and put the bar keys in your bag, ignoring the chasm get wider. If he was going to rob the place, heâd have to get through layers of receipts and tissues to get in. But you knew the bar wasnât what he was after. Something about his posture, the luring look in his brown eyes â curious, like he was trying to figure something out.Â
You began to walk past him, but when he didnât follow, you paused. You peered over your shoulder, and he was still looking at you.Â
Taking you in. âWell,â you started, hitching your bag up your arm, âyou gonna walk me home, or what?âÂ
He followed you in comfortable silence.
Just you, the night, and the crunch of dirt under his boots. His cigar smoke drifted by, and it wafted through your subconscious, followed by pine, and crisp scent of the snow.
He sounded like the noise of the woods â ever present in these parts. A comfort, if one had adapted to its unpredictability. When you got to your familiar walkway, you opened the gate, but he didnât follow you through.
Instead, he stood by the entrance, watching you unlock your door like heâd just dropped you off from a date. it was when you were halfway through that he spoke up. âYou work every night?â
âYeah,â you started quickly, looking to him. âApart from Wednesday and Sunday.â He considered you, then gave you a sharp nod, and turned to leave.
Thatâs how you ended up with a wolf at your door.
Every night, he was the last one left, then he silently walked you home.
Some nights, youâd find him leaning against the entrance, and heâd quietly peel away from the door and follow you. At first, he simply walked closely behind, a looming shadow, until he began walking beside you.
Then one night, you let him in.
Made him a cup of coffee to fight off all the liquor he consumed, and he sat at your kitchen table, and drank every drop.
Watched you in the low, fluorescent lighting, and you did the same. Curiously studied him. He looked different in your home. In your kitchen. Looked a little softer around the edges, even if he couldnât relax completely.
It went like that for a while. It was on one of these nights that he gave you his name, followed by a shitty cup of coffee. Sometimes two. Maybe a biscuit, or a piece of cake. Leftovers turned into home cooked meals. Sat at the kitchen table and watched him eat. Roast beef. Mashed potatoes. Lasagna. Sipped at your cup of tea as he slopped up his pasta, using the back of his hand to wipe the sauce off his mouth.
You left him finishing off his plate to get ready for bed, and it was when you were sorting your hair out, that he came into your bedroom and began taking his boots off.
You stood at your mirror and watched him place them near your door.
Then he reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
One by one, you watched his thick fingers reach the bottom. He took it off, revealing a white tank off and broad chest, and hung the shirt up on your door frame.
Jeans next.
Popped the button and shucked them to his feet -- threw them with his boots and dragged himself towards your bed. Â
You went to say something. Anything.
But he looked so exhausted as he crashed onto your frilly bed, that all you could manage was, âYou lock the door?â
Logan nodded. His eyes were already closed, and he was hugging the pillow when he uttered, âyou coming to bed, or what?â
You let him stay the night.
Maybe it was raining, maybe he was too tired â it didnât matter. All that mattered, was that he was warm, and sometimes, when you woke and felt the terrifying ache of being alive, heâd be there to quiet the pain.
Hush you with the soft swell of his lips and wandering hands.
Youâd come with a hushed whisper, hot and sticky over his calloused fingers -- drowsy from how high he took you. Then heâd kiss you, fix your clothes, and go back to sleep.
Always the middle of the night. When it was dark and quiet out, and it felt as if you were the last people alive.
His skilled hands bringing you to the brink, a soft kiss, then back to bed.
You would wait for it. Watch him nurse his whiskey at the end of the bar, the night dragging with every drink you poured. Then, he watched you lock up.
Waited at the door for you, so you could walk home together, wordlessly taking the familiar trail.
Heâd eat, youâd watch, then leave for your room.
Once, you woke to his head between your thighs. The night was quiet, room dark â slither of moonlight from your window cutting a line through your bodies.
You were slick with sweat, and as you flexed your taunt muscles, they fizzled and singed. Hot heat pushed low in your belly, rooted between your thighs.
Logan hummed, and you reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, whimpering his name to grab his attention.
He had palm fulls of you. Fists of your thighs, soft of your belly, leaving marks with his desire â desperation. The first thing he did was apologise. Muttered a hoarse, mâsorry, into your soaking cunt, but continued tasting you.
You used his hair as leverage, and hitched your hips up an inch, causing his nose to bump into your sensitive clit, and you hissed, as if in pain, but the sound trailed off into something similar to his name, and Logan grunted, moving your hips further up so he could twist a thick finger inside.
You took all he gave.
Moaned into the pillow beside you as you rocked your hips against his face, soaking his nose and mouth. Said shit you didnât mean, but meant all the same, and Logan got off on it.
This mysterious man who had taken over your life, grunted your name like it belonged to him. Made you come on his thick beard and puffy lips, then made you taste yourself as he kissed you.
You hugged his sweat slick frame to you, fingers scratching his scalp, mindlessly grinding against his clothed cock. You were content to just kiss him, until he dragged his fingers between your thighs again.
You startled, gasping into his hot mouth, but Logan hummed, near smiling against your lips.
ââthink thereâs another in there for me,â he drawled.
When he fucked you, there was so much of him that you went blind with it. Eyes half lidded, delirious as he pushed inside, making himself fit. Stuffing you full, then pulling out, just to feel it all over again.
Again and again. You moaned his name into his soaked, scarred chest. Felt yourself leave your body, so hot, so wet, that it was all sensation. Just the slap of his hips against yours, the feel of his hands on your tits, in your mouth, telling you to open wide.
He spat, and when he missed, he smeared the mess off of your chin and rubbed it into your cunt.
Made you come, then filled you with his own. Leant back, and watched it drip out of you. You were so consumed by him, that you didnât have enough energy to feel self-conscious.
No, when he had his wild eyes on you, you reached between your thighs and stuffed it back inside.
The next evening, and he was back at the bar, waiting for you to bring him his whiskey. When you placed it in front of him, those wild eyes were on you again.
Waiting. Always waiting.
Waiting to play out your usual routine.
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Cw: Nsfw (A bet with Simon about wearing a vibrator secretly and not to come in public)
A bet with Simon brought you to the predicament now. Squeezing through the crowded stationâs concourse with his hand around you waist, looking like a normal couple, but no one knows thereâs a remote controlled vibratorâdesigned to stimulate your g spot and have a little curve hooked snuggly against your clitâbuzzing freely inside you.
Donât come in 10 minutes, then you can do anything to him, his words ignited the competitive fire inside you.
The weather is cold, allow you to excuse your flush with it, hide your face in the scarf slightly when your moans sneak their way out.
âOnly 3 minutes passed, sweetheart.â He leans down to murmur as he lead you across the concourse, the sultry tone disguised within, only able to get noticed by you. You shoot daggers back at him, try not to drop to your knees whenever someone accidentally bump into you in this packed station, making your thighs shifted in the force and the vibrator digs further into the sweet spot.
You meet his eyes behind his disposal mask and black cap, and you know the bastard is laughing at you from the crinkles at the corner of his eyes.
Your eyes are glossy with the tears from the constant stimulation, trying to threaten him with those bunny eyes but failed adorably. He can tell youâre teetering on the edge, and heâs been enjoying your fluster too much, his trousers straining behind the cover of his long coat. How can he not when you look absolutely cute like this, stopping between of your steps to forbear the orgasm, arms holding with his tighten and press your cheek against his bicep to stifle the whimpers.
You let out a sigh of relief when he dials down the intensity, look up at him with a hint of disbelief. The vibrations keeps sending shivers down your spine, your legs are doing their best to stay straight, but itâs much better than they were seconds before. So you give his hand a squeeze, resume the walk across the massive concourse.
The walk is torturous, every steps is worsening the divine ache between your legs. You didnât like how the vibrator rutting into your sensitive clit, your panties isnât soaked with all the juices and youâre not clenching that tight cunny under the onslaught of pleasure. You brainwash yourself repeatedly, the vibrations never cease, and youâre dancing on the edge even after Simon turned it down a few notches earlier. One minute left, just one minuteâŚ
Of course it wonât be that easy, he just wants to prolong your pleasure and get the show go on as long as it could, before finally breaking you.
Just as you two almost reach the main entrance of the station, you almost tripped when he abruptly changes the intensity once again. Covering your mouth and fully cling onto him, youâre totally speechless when he leads you to stand aside in the station, pulling you into his arms and coos lowly.
âCome for me, love, let it out.â His hand patting soothingly when you bury your face into his chest, muffling all the cries as you get pushed over the edge, gushing in your panties and you know itâs definitely ruined by now.
A few people spare a glance at your way, curious about what just happened before going on their life. Yet youâre totally unaware of it, trying to quiet your whines and you keep tucking yourself in his arms.
Simon adjusted his coat, enough to engulf you in it, and he keeps crooning sweet nothings into your ears âYouâre so beautiful, so gorgeous when you came in my arms, love.â His voice soothing you along with his palm rubbing on your back, hiding you in his coat and shield you from the world, even though heâs the one bringing you the luscious torment.
Supported by his strong hands so you wonât fall to the ground with wobbly feet, you lift your head from his chest after your breaths slows down, and you manage not to punch him in the face when pat your head and remind you the truth.
â9 minutes 47 seconds, you didnât make it to 10 minutes. what a shame.â Simonâs chest rumbles with the quiet laughters. You see the mischief in his rich brown eyes, and hell, heâs definitely thinking about how he will get you to do from losing the bet.
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â ŰŤŰŞŰŤŰŞ ŕźŘ HARLEYS IN HAWAII â g. satoru
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â sum. itâs been almost a year with your sugar daddy and as a candied sweet surprise, he takes you on his private yacht. althoughâthe thing thatâs even sweeter is the âloveâ chocolates you both try just for fun. after all, satoruâs always had a sweet tooth.
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warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), unprotected, aphrodisiac chocolates, marathon sĂŠx, praise, dirty talk, overstim, dry humping, feral gojo, fÄŤngering, cervÄŤx mentions, cunnilÄŤngus, spÄŤt, hair pulling, size kink, premature ejac, breedÄŤng, petnames.
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âah ah, no peekinâ sweetheart,â a husky voice purrs near the nape of your neck. your plump lips curl into a pout as heâs making you drag your feet toward wherever he was taking you to. the air felt coolly warm, so much so that it was humid. satoru told you to wear something comfortable and warm, specifically a sundress. âthere we go, jusâ a few more steps. good girl,â and the rubber bottoms of your flip flops stomp against something hardâyouâre assuming the rising platforms were stairs. your ears perk and twitch a bit at the sound of crashing waves and you start to grow curious.
âare youââ
âshhh, quiet baby,â he shushes you, and you feel various designer cold band of his rings dance against your skin. again, once you step into what seems to be some wooden platform, he stops you from walking, turning you to face another way. big hands cover over your eyes and your own hands before he gives your cheek a soft chaste kiss. âmâkay, ready to see your surprise?â
with a nod, he removed his palms from your face and your eyes widen at the revealed sight. a yacht, not just any yacht though, but a private one â the satoru gojo yacht that was probably worth millions. it was huge in person, and you donât even realize the two of you are both in the middle of the ocean until seconds later. âsatoru,â you sheepishly say, feeling a wave of butterflies thump through your heart. the older manâs got the cheekiest grin and he takes off his sunglasses, putting them over your face. âwhen you said âsurpriseâ i thought you meant like new earrings or something.â
âi can always give you those too,â he strokes your cheek, watching as you fail to maintain direct eye contact. despite having the tinted expensive lenses protect your eyes from the sun, it still shined brightâmaking you squint a little. satoruâs voice pitches low before he playfully lifts you up, fixing the back of your sundress. âbut sweetheart, this weekendâs just about you ân me,â and once your arms cling onto him, he starts walking near the lower part of the rumbling yacht. âbesides, i have one more surprise to show you. felt like spoilinâ you a bit more today.â
you were quite literally living in luxury. .
as if the outside of the yacht wasnât breathtaking, just wait until you saw the master bedroom.
despite how you were slowly starting to get accustomed to this lifestyle, his lifestyleâyou couldnât help but be amazed at such royalties being given to you. his yacht was even prettier inside, but this was the norm for satoru. and with him, he had no problem sharing his luxuries with you, his favorite girl.
just for you and no one else.
but you couldnât think but get trapped in your mind at certain thoughts plucking through your brain. you started to wonder what would have happened if satoru was never a passenger of first class when you used to work as a flight attendant.
youâd constantly wonder the what ifâs, but of course you were always always grateful. itâs one of the many thingâs satoru liked about you, how you were always thankful without even saying it. youâd show it, even going far as to giving him gifts.
âimagine we lived here,â satoru hums, leaning back against the satiny cushioned pillows. the entire room was spacey, with rose-gold paint covering the walls. he brushes a thumb over his cocktail glass as he sits on the burgundy sofa. the slick floorâs a sheeny beige color, and in the background, played some old vintage noir.
âsunset boulevardâ, one of satoruâs favorites.
he preferred lots of silent films and adored more than anything when the two of you would watch them together. heâs got on a silk red robe, twirling a bit of his white shown chest hair with a finger. âlife on the water. sounds romantic, yeah?â
âwhat if we drowned, âtoru,â you mumble, stepping out of the bathroom. the floor was made of slick glass crystals that made up the smooth texture, and you then pauseâstaring at the white haired man. heâs pretty, manspread and laid back with his hair slickly parted. ever since heâs met you, he grew his hair out a little and it slightly flows near his shoulders a bit. still unkempt and parted, it gives him a more maturely modern look.
his dimples poke near the inside of his cheeks before he simpers. âprincess, we wonât drown,â and he sets aside his glass. satoruâs bright eyes linger toward your sundressâone of the many heâs bought you within in the past month.
it fit perfectly, itâs a cerulean blue color that almost matches his eyes.
if it was anything he liked, it was to pick out your outfits, and of courseâheâd let you do the same for him. âphew,â he whistles, eyeing you carefully. âyou look gorgeous. like always,â he murmurs, averting his eyes away from the screen and now giving you his uninvited attention. your plush thighs cling together before you feel the room of the yacht grow abnormally warm. âoh, right. the other surprise i wanted to show you, câmere.â
âokay,â you mumble, making your way toward him. satoru slouches back against the cushioned sofa, spreading his legs even wider. slut, he knew what he was doing with his robe slit halfway open, exposing his growing chest hair. a snowy white curl of hairs glue against his chest and you gawk further down toward his lengthy happy trail. god, you found yourself swallowing thickly the more you stared and you could see the smug grin forming against his thin lips. âwhat . . is it?â
âi remember a few weeks ago you said you wanted to try tabs chocolate,â satoru mumbles, and you watch as he pulls out a thin black cover of rich chocolate. your eyes widened.
he remembered?
you stare at the pricey covered casing, already smelling the cocoa from the wrap. it was true . .
you teased satoru about wanting to try tabs chocolate one day, just to see if it was really real. you were curious on if the chocolate really could help invigorate and arouse people in the bedroom. satoru shrugs, glancing at the cursive writing displayed on the candy. â. . so, i got it for us both. i donât think it really works, by the way.â
with an eye roll, you plop down on his lap. a beefy arm snakes around your waist before you grab the slim package. âi checked the ratings online. âm pretty sure it works, satoru,â and he gives you a complacent nod with his hands raising teasingly. calling your bluff quietly, he watches you tear the plastic all the way open. his eyes follow your fingers and how they swiftly drag away at the nearly wrapped material. once everythingâs removed, itâs an entire dark chocolate bar with three perfectly attached squares. even the smell was arousing. âdo you wanna try it at the same time?â
âhow âbout you feed it to me,â satoru coos, and you feel what you think is his leg prodding underneath you. âiâll feed you yours, sweetheart.â
damn, even his sentences sounded vaguely dirty.
you felt a lump grow in your throat before you blink thrice, holding up the bar of candy. âf. . fine,â you huff, and you watch as his perfectly parted lips sprawl apart. at the same time, you both slowly feed each other a small bite of the chocolate. the moment the rich taste of maca cocoa and sugar falls onto your salivating tastebuds, you let off a soft hum. itâs sweet, but you remember reading online that the effects would take a good twenty to thirty minutes to kick in.
satoru chews it, swallowing it and he scoffs. âhoney, i think you just got scammed. nothingâs happeningââ
famous last words. .
because not even thirty minutes later, satoru finds himself dived nose-first right between your legs.
heâs feral, on his knees for you and all. usually, satoru would shower you with lots of foreplay, kissing down your neck, your thighs, every part and inch of your body â but now, he couldnât.
not when he felt so hot, his body felt like it was it was scorchingly on fire. and of course, satoru being satoru just had to lick your fingers after you fed him his single piece of chocolate.
youâre laid up on the sofa now, whimpering with a hand digging through his shaggy white locks.
satoruâs the most deranged heâs ever been, and youâve seen him feral for you in more ways than you could count. heâs laying his tongue flat, lapping up your sweet folds, still tasting the chocolate on his tongue with the mixture of your own slick.
âf- fuuuck,â heâd huff, feeling his heart beat thump through his ears. it was barely even a big bite and he was like this. you couldnât help but imagine how heâd be if he ate the entire bar.
youâre moaning, glancing out the window and taking in the breathtaking view of the dancing choppy waves staring right back at you. a pretty serene canvas of rotating watersâyou found yourself getting lost at the sea, gazing at how the waters would violently crash against the bottom of the yacht. itâs a mesmerizing view. after a while, your eyes move back down toward satoru whoâs still between your legs. heâs lowly groaning, slowly rutting his hips into the edge of the sofa. â âs like the candy makes you taste sweeter.â
âdonât stop s- satoru,â you moan, making sure to keep a firm grip on his head. his pretty lashes were closed shut whilst heâs swirling counterclockwise circles against your puffed clit.
fuck, you felt a gasping shriek snatch out from the back of your throat once you felt him starting to suck. he was always messy - always.
tangled strings of saliva would dribble down past the corners of his lips, flopping onto your sweet cunt. satoru had the kind of tongue where youâd feel him everywhere.
he flicks it around everywhere, spelling out every letter of his name before spitting on it, licking it up directly afterwards. a palm smears his bubbling saliva before he laps it up again, thrusting his tongue in and out. âooooh,â youâd squeal, feeling him wrap his mouth around your pussy. youâre twitching inside every few seconds and he feels your cute dramatic pulses. beryl blue eyes that blissfully shine against the sunlight flicker up at you briefly and heâs got that same smug grin again.
âmphm, pull on it,â he grunts, and you whine once he traps your swollen clit between his teeth, holding your throbbing nub hostage. satoru can feel himself getting more and more hard, all because of the sweet melodic sounds that left from your lips.
both lips, on one end youâre hysterically moaning and the next, youâre squelching repeatedly.
his favorite thing to listen toâsatoruâs favorite place out of all the places heâs taken you to, had to be between your thighs.
at his words, you weakly give him a soft tug, grabbing a nice handful of his perfect locks and he gets tugged forward. âgood girl,â he huskily grumbles, resuming to lick two long stripes up and down against your cunt. forever more, heâs savoring your syrupy taste that lingers on his tongue and dribbles from the chin down, moaning from the aftertaste of the chocolate that just wonât go away. âgod, this viewâs even prettier than the ocean,â he licks his lips, and you feel yourself pulsate once he breaks away for a split moment to catch irregular breaths.
satoru swipes a thumb over his naturally glossed lips, whistling against your pussy just to feel your sensitive nub throb on his tongue even more.
âoh, sheâs a cutie,â he rasps, white brows pursing together. he pulls out two long fingers, preparing to delve them inside. âso pretty ân all soaked just for me,â and you moan, your thighs curling around his shoulders. squiiish, the moment heâs easing his lengthy thin fingers inside, you gush out a bit right on him. you were indeed wet . . sopping.
you were already a bit drenched from before, and with the chocolate, you felt even more aroused. it felt like being on a rush - a sugar rush.
satoru huskily coos, delicately curling his fingers further inside before he reaches your g-spot within just two inches of a stretch. âthere it is, thereâs my other favorite girl.â
âsatoâfuucckk,â you drag out your pathetic words, gradually moving his head to side against your sopping cunt with one hand. heâs got his mouth full, stuffed, and his entire face was just flushed from being squished between your thighs. âlike that, s- suck my clit, baby.â
âbaby, huh?â he mocks your sudden pet name, feeling your fingers comb through his messy frosted strands. embarrassment washes over you and he chortles, finding your reaction to his teasing downright adorable. you whimper as heâs still vigorously scissoring long twin digits inside of you. as your stomach submissively caves in, you start to gnaw on the bottom of your lip. âaw, donât be shy. i like beinâ called petnames too, yâknow,â he whispers against your cunt, watching how easily you soak up both fingers.
your folds couldnât help but drool. streams of your own slick cascade down between the crevices of your thighs and coat the entirety of his fingers.
with a rosy flat tongue, he slurps you clean, taking every few seconds to pull his fingers out - only to push them right back in.
as your eyes squeeze shut, you start to feel your teeth clench and shatter together from the rhyming pressure.
there, once the fat tips of his fingers poke against your g-spot again, and again, and again. .
that was all it took for you to let off a cute three second shriek. abruptly, a sharp twisting coil snaps within you and he feels your thighs turbulently shake within his feeble grasp.
âfuck, fuck,â you whine, feeling his lukewarm breath continue to ghost against your clit. you couldnât stay still for the life of youâit was as if every muscle in your body snapped once you came, your jaw dropped and your eyes widened.
âohmygodohmygod,â you ramble, and satoruâs still flicking his tongue against your sobbing slit.
youâre making a mess out of him and heâs eating it up - like always. his pointed chinâs got such a pretty glimmer of shine all thanks to your glimmering slick running down. with a echoing âpopâ, he slides his fingers out of your cunt, stretching his digits further apart just to see how your sap glues against them. ângh, s- satoru youâre so nasty.â
âonly nasty for you, sweetheart,â he cheekily whispers, leaning further in to give your cunt one single kiss.
itâs a soft passionate smooch that makes you throb against his lips. only satoru gojo could make out with your pussy right between your thighs. youâre speechlessâyou could feel yourself still shaking from your recent orgasmic release, the ringing in your ears never subsiding.
satoruâs pretty azul eyes remain fixated on your wet cunt before he gives it one final suck of departure. âmmph,â and his growing white stubble starts to drench even more all because of your sweet slickness that smears against your the lower part of his face. âfuck, âm still hungry. âs not enough.â
as your legs twitch and remain spread apart, youâre gasping for air as you watch him take breaths of his own to collect himself. âdonât pout,â he huffs, sitting up to close the distance between you both. with his hair all ruffled and tangledâhe grinds himself into you. âoh. you want a taste too, pretty?â
ây- yeah,â you nod with droopy eyes, feeling the same amounts of sheer heat.
satoruâs flushed just as much as you, and it seems like as heâs leaning into you, heâs moving in slow motion. once his lips crash onto yours, you moan into his mouth.
he wastes no time shoving his tongue down your throat, pulling on the straps of your sundress. you feel a wolffish grin curl against his lips once his tongue delves even further into your mouth, feeling you part your own away. satoru canât help but grind against your warm body, feeling your legs hook around his waist. even the touchâthe skin against skin makes you both even more hotter. itâs like static rubbing off against each other, and you were about to feel yourself short circuit any minute.
âfuck, âtoru,â you whimper between sultry sloppy kisses, loud teeth smacking and clashing together. you slowly drag a hand down his hairy chest, twirling a frosty strand around your finger.
the taste â itâs candied sweet.
the rich cocoa still lingers on both twisting tongues and you moan, feeling him nip his teeth near your lip. âyouâre perfect,â he gruffly purrs, his voice having its same deep rasp. his kisses become more and more filthy and rough and he playfully licks underneath your chin. âmhm, woman you drive me crazy.â
satoru was still very much hard thoughâvery.
you could feel his boner poke from his robe, it mustâve felt painful.
he was so hard, it outlines against the silky woven fabric the more he grinds into you. satoru couldnât keep his hands off of you. heâs leaving an invisible trail of kisses all down the slope of your neck, sucking against your tender exposed skin. you always tasted sweet than any chocolate heâs ever eaten.
but itâs to his surprise once you lightly push him back against the cushioned sofa.
âhmph! hey,â he falls back, white strands sticking across his perspiring forehead. satoru eyes you with a bewildered look, wondering whatâs with the sudden bratty glint shining in your dilated irises. âthat was rude, princess. oughtaââ
âlie back,â only two words and he was at your very command. satoru couldnât lie, whenever you had the audacity to give him orders . . he found it hot.
even if it didnât last that long,
the white haired man slouches back at your command, roving his eyes down your body. he studies the pretty sundress that hugs against your curves and the way you move.
satoru ogles openly as you made your way on top, straddling him before slowly throwing your arms over his broad shoulders. ârelax satoru,â youâd breathe, and he groans the moment electrifying friction kneads against his lap. all because of your hips swerving on his raging boner, you cause a spark that ignites within you both. to say you were a âmereâ tease was an understatement. âlike that, hold my hips baby,â and his big hands gradually move toward your rocking waist. you start to jerk against him real slowly, casually grinding yourself on his lap. you swerved around, guiding his hands to where you wanted them to go.
âoh, s. . sweetheart,â he choked out a nervous laugh, his boner steadily arising underneath his robe.
for a moment, the two of you forget that youâre both on a yacht, surrounded by nothing but smooth pretty bodies of water. it was as if it was only you and him in the entire world. time stood still. it was like you were moving slow, and the more your body moved, the slower time got.
satoru stares at the way you playfully sway your hips against his. he groans, the cloth from his robe that protects his hardened cock continuing to rub against his skin. âyouâre killinâ me here. let me touch some more at least.â
âask nicely,â you lean in closely, pressing a kiss near the left side of his cheek. satoru shivers from your touch, his jaw feeling heavy. such a tease, but thatâs what he got for spoiling you rotten.
with a near pout, satoru grumps. âplease, sweetheart,â and his big hands glide toward your active waist anyway. âlet me touch my pretty girl while sheâs movinâ her cute hips on me,â and his playfulness returns within a blink of an eye. you hear the cheekiness in his voice and he leans in to nip a kiss near your neck. âfuckinâ brat.â
âthen do something about it.â you whisper with a coy grin, resuming your salaciously addictive movements against his lap. satoru grunts, his brows contorting together in frustration before he grabs your wrists, pinning them up.
satoruâs now got you in a secure grasp and a hand snakes down your waist, giving your ass a soft squeeze. a jiggling nice chunk goes into his palm before he seductively licks up your neck. âi plan to, little girl.â
and he did.
one second youâre on his lapâthe next, youâre lightly being slammed on all fours, cheek smushed ruthlessly against the padded sofa.
you squeak out a tiny gasp, feeling him practically tear your sundress apart. satoru groans, staring at your bare ass cheek thatâs peeking out of your loose clothing. youâve got a bratty smile twirling against your lips but it soon fades away once you feel that.
his fat tipâsatoru brings it up towards the opening of your sopping cunt, smacking it three times against your folds. âyouâve got some nerve, sweetheart,â he clicks his tongue, hearing your broken whimpers return.
god, even your pussy felt warm against him. fiery electricity surges through you both and he hisses, watching as your pulsating pussy desperately tries to swallow his cock wholly.
heâs so big, you knew it and you didnât even have to face him directly. all you had to do was feel.
his tip was round and thick, reddened with a rosĂŠ flushed color. satoru tosses his head back, feeling your pussy twitch against him as a sloppy greeting of its own.
âheh. sheâs so excited,â he breathes through clenched teeth, already breaking a sweat. the yacht continues to slowly create distance in the background but at that point, no one was even thinking about the yacht. âso. fuckinâ. wet.â
he smacks his weighty dick against the outside entrance of your pussy, hearing the sloshing whines squawk out of your poor needy folds. as heâs hitting his tip against your cunt, he purposely punctuates his words with tap.
âsatoruuuu.â youâd moan, desperately aching for him to just go in already. you wanted it, and the searing heat you felt coursing through your veins just from the chocolate made you throb ten times more.
âi know, baby. i know,â he coos in a rough voice, talking over your whiny babbles. panting heavily,
satoru glances down once his leaking tip finally disappears inside of your drenched cunt. you let off a shaky breath, even going so far as to wriggling your ass back against him just so he could hurry the fuck up.
âtsk. so impatient,â he snickers, velvet straps of his robe skimming against his skin. satoruâs got a bulbous fat curve and with a single hand, he gives his cock a few stroking pumps.
one, two, three . .
he groans once a bit of loose skin from his coral colored frenulum peels back. as heâs stroking himself every few milliseconds, a prodding vein pokes against his palm. bristles of white hairs that glue against his thickset base tickle against his skin.
âmhm, gonna take my time with you. now letâs see that cute arch. just like we practiced.â
moaning, your back raises slightly with your knees cowardly burying themselves into the sofa. âmmph,â and he lightly pushes your head further into the cushion. his tip was so close.
heâs hitting you from behind with his thrusts slowly, on purpose.
he wants to hear those sweet sounds cry out from your lips. satoru grunts once heâs finally going in, thick cock stretching around your elastically stretched walls.
youâre so soft â sweet gummy flesh compressing around him with such ease, wringing him tight like a vice. satoru groans, giving his chiseled hips a single shimmy before pursing his lips together.
âthaaatâs it, hngh. this pussy knows itâs place,â he grouses, and your eyes widen once you feel his plumpish tip delve further between each corner of your slick cunt. heâs fucking thick, and within seconds later he was already inches in.
once his flushing crown disappears inside of your cunt, you whimper once he gives you one single thrust that causes your entire body underneath him to quake. âfuck, âs so sensitive,â satoru nearly whines, still feeling tingly from the saccharine flavored treat. heâs panting heavily, mouth dangling open and all. âhowâs it feel, sweetheart? âm not going too rough, yeah? talk to me.â
âgood. feels good, ngh. donât stop, âtoru. harder,â you beg, a hand of yours reaching from behind, crawling near your ass. you eye satoru through your blurred peripherals as you turn slightly around and he flashes you a sleazy grin.
thatâs the look he makes before heâs about to fuck you stupid,
thatâs the look where his eyes were hooded and half lidded, panting heavily like a dog with multiple thin strands of white hair sticking across his forehead.
you were fucked, literally. .
âhah, wasnât gonna,â he moans, feeling his cock grow insanely sensitive. it was in a way he couldnât explainâso hot, his head swells up once he starts to move.
as heâs trying to create a decent rhythm with his hips, heâs oscillating deeply into your core. sloppy thrusts pound into you with such carnal vigor that heâs basically humping against your cunt.
every few elongated seconds that dragged out, his tip mercilessly smacks against that target buried deep inside your cunt, striking a perfect bullseye.
âxâ makes the spot, and his dick always knew where to locate your clit â every single time.
it doesnât take long before satoru loses it, and heâs losing his momentum. his movements consisted of want and ache.
the head of satoruâs cock was turgid, slowly dragging in and out of your puffed clit as you damp up his entire length. you whimper, feeling the legs of the sofa rattle and jitter from underneath you both. heâs got mean deep strokes that leaves your jaw dropped, toes curled, tummy churning all from how good heâs hitting you.
youâre cutely smothered into the pillows with your mouth just pried open, forming a small gasping âo.â
every stroke, every hit, every smack against your ass, you felt like you were on cloud nine - the lewd dirty version no one ever talks about though.
satoruâs got a big hand tracing down the curvature of your waist that later trails down toward your ass. he canât help but feel against the thin fabric of the sundress, tempted to just rip it off it you. heâd be happy to buy you dozens more anyway.
âfuck me, fuck me satoru,â your eyes roll crisscross, and your entire body feels itself repeatedly ringing from the merciless slaps of skin hitting against each other with determined might to reach his well awaited potency.
heâs bucking his hips against you, watching as tears of sweat start to race down the cracked valley of your ass. âfuck, âtoru, satoruâah!â
âheh, sweetheart the walls arenât soundproof,â satoru playfully bonks the back of your head. your moaning falters, and he chuckles mid-thrust. âaw, donât be embarrassed,â and you let off a soft gasp once he presses his sharp hips all the way against you. a beefy arm wraps around your neck in a safe hold before he grunts in a husky whisper right up against your ear canal. â âm sure the captain wonât mind, be as loud as you want.â
âs- shit,â you whimper, already starting to feel your thighs struggle to stay afloat. satoru towers over you completely, rutting into you from behind with irregular toe-curling hits.
heâs meanly jackhammering you further into the sofa, the screeching sounds of the seagulls outside growing louder. the loud reverberating claps of skin that roughly ricochet against skin makes your ears ring like bells on a wedding day.
as heâs feeling his cock tighten inside of you, heâs now got you in prone bone. heâs so close to you, hovering his weight behind you with his sculptured hips glued to your ass.
satoruâs thrusts now go slow, slow but deep, making sure you feel, savor, and devour every single inch. âugh, that spot âtoru, right fuckinâ there. âm close.â
a hand goes over your mouth and you let of a muffled, âmmph?â as heâs still fucking you raw.
satoruâs popping his bulbous crownhead in and out of your stuffed pussy before lowly groaning once coolly air briefly sets against his skin.
âwatch that mouth,â and you whimper, feeling his free hand grab near your neglected breasts. you lean into his touch, feeling a bit of your own saliva dribble onto his palm. a thumb of his swipes against your perked nipples that poke through your sundress and you let off a muffled moan. âsuch a filthy pretty mouth. âs a shame,â and he leans in more, licking a stripe near your neck. âi donât think girls with colorful mouthâs should cum. do you think they should?â
as if on cue, your head raises up and down, doing a cute attempt of a nod as heâs still got your mouth covered. satoruâs still thwacking his fat cockhead into your g-spot continuously until your brainâs short circuiting.
âawww, yeah?â he hums, pressing a kiss near the back of your head. and oh, heâs cocky again, deepening his hits against your core. removing his arm from around your neck, he raises your hips up just a little bit for a more better and thorough angle. âtoo bad, because i wasnât talkinâ to you, silly girl.â
and you moan even louder once a rude buck of his hips snaps into you at such untamed speed. you gasp right away, your entire body trembling beneath the sofa. âtalkinâ to her,â and as his hand drags down your back, he maneuvers a few circles against your stuffed clit.
youâre whimpering, occasionally glancing out the window. the waves continue to crash against the port side of the yacht background â beautiful.
youâd never get used to the view. the salty smell of the sea wafts against your flaring nostrils as youâre literally being stuffed full of cock, eyes rolling back with your back completely arched. satoruâs so big, splitting you open with his vast mushroom tip so easily. âgod, sheâs got so much to say today, listen to her cute âlil sentences,â and he briefly pulls out, hearing your cunt âpopâ out a word or two, wetly squelching from the continuous thrusts.
satoruâs throbbing cock drooled from the sides with seeping white droplets of pre-cum and he groans once he feels himself tightening yet again.
âfuck mee,â and he takes a second to stare at your pretty cunt thatâs got your folds slobbering with so much honeyed glistening sap. âaw, she said no,â he teases, dragging a sleazy thumb down your pleading saturated entrance. your mess quickly soaks against his fingertips, making him just as wet as you. satoru feels you writhing against his touch, begging for him to finish and he chuckles. he tsks, wrapping a hand around his shaft before another hand wraps around your neck. hmm. does the pretty baby deserve it? after that âlil stunt you tried to pull on me?â
âs- satoru, please,â you moan, feeling your weak legs gradually buckle against the fuzzy furniture. you swallowed whatever pride you had left, feeling your mouth suddenly grow dry as the anticipation grew.
you were so close - right there. practically. gnawing on the bars of your enclosure.
he knew had to tease you, keep you on the edge of your toes. with your ass cutely trying to raise up and move back against him, you let off a sobbing moan. âlemme cum, please. âm sorry.â
âno youâre not, sweetheart,â he whispers. aligning himself again between your sniveling slick slit, his wide pink tip leisurely starts to stretch throughout your gummy walls yet again. oh, that part. the way his hefty hanging curve twists its way inside, you felt like you were tasting literal ecstasy. âare ya?â
âno,â you moan, still having a bit of brat left in you.
satoru snickers, the expensive band of his watch gliding against your hip as he holds you in place.
âat least youâre honest,â and you shudder, feeling him lick a long stripe up your sensitive jugular. his girth was so broad and wide, you feel him dip every inch inside of your cunt and you were sure you were gonna break.
he treated you like a dollâspecifically a rag doll, tossing you and fucking you where it hits good.
but, fuck was satoru was ruthless.
heâs unapologetically sloppy with his thrusts, making you grind back into his pivoting hips. as his sack hangs back against his loose skin, he smears his lax lips together, groaning at how effortlessly you were squeezing against him.
âfuck, youâre gonna make me cum too, sweetheart,â and as his bodyâs still pressed right against yours, he hoarsely grunts lowly against your ear. âgive it tâ me, make a mess on âtoru, baby.â
his words poured into your ears like silk, smooth like honey. each sentence he spoke had an effect on you, more than the love chocolates ever did . .
you felt your pussy sporadically convulsing just from his raspy out of breath tone alone.
satoruâs rotund cockhead continues to bruise against your cervix, sloppily kissing around each spot until youâre practically screaming out his name. âlouderrr,â he purrs, kissing down your neck once more.
the coarse smacks of skin continue to echo against the walls of the spacious yacht bedroom and satoru grunts.
oh, heâs whipped.
his hips start to slow down by each second, and you feel that pressure within you finally snap. âthatâs my girl, thaaaatâs it,â and he talks over your whimpers yet again, creating a wet trail of kisses down your shown shoulder blade. âatta girl, atta fuckinâ girl.â
the both of you groan in unison and after a while, he shortly follows. satoruâs cock was so full, heâs snapping his hips into you at such a wicked speed that you could barely keep up. his stamina was simply unmatched.
you let off a whine and so does heâseeping his teeth into your neck. âhngh, fuckinâ shit.â and as he grabs both of your hips, slowly reeling you back into him - heâs cumming, hard.
thick ropes slowly spurt into you, spraying right near your womb and he lets off the sexiest moan.
it lasts for a good seconds, and itâs like he got defeated â your pussy being the opponent. .
satoruâs washboard abs flex beneath his rope as his head tosses back. itâs an almost growl that leaves his lips. his sensitive tip locks into your tightening entrance, still feeling ribbons of satiny ropes dribble into you at such a snail like pace. itâs so much.
heâs staring to pant more and more as globs of sweat pouring down the sides of his forehead. satoruâs cock shrivels up inside of you and he gives your ass a soft spank. his sweltering hot crown stills itself inside of your cunt as he stays still, lavishing in the sensitivity of both slick mounds enjoy the sticky feelings of fluids combining in lewd felicity. both bodies rut against each other and now it was his turn for his eyes to roll back.
âs- satoru,â you quietly whimper out, feeling the bubbles of creamy wads ooze down between the fat crevices of your thighs.
a lustrously white ring forms around his tender base before he gradually starts to pull himself out. youâre still reclined, feeling your entire body heat up even more. your sundress was still pulled up to your waist and he groans, tugging at the fabric with one hand, another touching his own mess he just created thatâs spilling down your thighs.
âsuch a sloppy girl,â he huffs, out of breath. even still, heâs cumming inside and merrily fills you up to the very brim.
you moan once he slides back in, only to pull his aching tip right back out out. itâs another loud âpopâ that resounds through each of your twitching ears.
holding a sharp breath, satoruâs cock slathers itself against your drooling pussy before smacking it against your folds yet again. âlook at that, âm never gonna get tired of that sight.â
satoru ends up fucking you stupid for hours on his yacht.
in all positionsâany position, he moved you toward the bed, folding your poor limbs like a pretzel while his cock continued to massage through your walls by stretching you open. satoru made sure you never forget the barrage he made inside with his lengthy length.
satoru was always whipped for you, but itâs like with the addition of chocolate, it made him ten times more feral. ten times more feral for you.
heâs hungry, you could see the look in his eyes. how his pupils were blown, how he made sure to give you romantically deep yet nasty strokes.
his body would rock against you in sync against your own while the yacht that carried you both continued to judder in the background.
he pumped you fullâstuffing you entirely again, and again, and again . . simply put, he was virile.
like he said before, you drove him crazy, and he was starting to think to himself, maybe . . just maybe, you werenât just his sugar baby anymore.
each time heâd spray a generous amount of cum inside of you, heâd let out a loud guttural groan. heâs weak from how warm you feel from the inside, and your moans for him to keep going only fueled him. satoruâs a literal animal, manhandling your body and fucking you everywhere he possibly could in the master bedroom.
the sofa, the bed, the wall, against the mirror. .
his favorite,
he loved to wrap a hand around your throat, making you stare at your lewd facial expressions right with him. the way your glossed lips would part and your eyes would widen once he makes you stare at the slight bulge that pokes against the lower part of your tummy. heâd serenade something to your ear in a purring deep voice like, âfeel me there, sweetheart?â making you touch the exact spot he was hitting.
a pearly stream of his seed dribbles outside of your folds and now, heâs got you in nothing more but an intimate mating press.
âeyes up here,â he rasps a soft panting tone, gently prying your hands away from your face.
heâd just coaxed you through yet another orgasm, and your entire body felt like it just ran a marathon. you were sure by now the effects of the chocolate had worn off for the both of you - it did.
but with satoru, he looked like those many rounds didnât even faze him. not one.
heâs still lodged inside of your cunt, his tip spitting out thick ropes for the nth time of the night and he groans. your eyes glance down his snowy happy trail and glance at his sharp v-line thatâs tensing up from the stimulation. âyou . . took me so well,â and he leans in, pressing a tender kiss against your lips.
âmmfââ your arms wrap around him, entrapping his skin waist with your legs. his toned body rocks itself into you for just a few more times before he steadily pulls out. his flaccid cock rests against your bare tummy and you moan, tasting the last few remnants of sugar that lies on his tongue.
satoruâs heart beats rapidly, and once he opens his eyes to stare at you, he knew you were dangerous.
tresses of white hair glue against your skin once his forehead lightly pressed against yours. within seconds, after he found himself pulling you into another deep kiss, something was different. this time, out of all the kisses you shared with him, you think this one meant something more.
it was far more slow and passionate, his body rocks against yours and he groans in your mouth, feeling your hands scratch down his soft skin. you leave a painting of scratches all down his back, a canvas he canât wait to look at later.
as your tongue continues to tangle with his, strands of spit form into translucent cobwebs before he starts to suck on your tongue. âgod, woman you drive me insane,â and he pulls away, completely out of breath. his pretty lips were all glossed and swollen, and he cups your face. âsweets, iâ,â he cuts off, locking eyes with you.
his heart was pounding,
telling him to say it - just say it.
but the way you gave him that look . . your arms remain wrapped around him, limbs tangled with each other and he lets out a soft sigh. delicately, he pulls out and watches you let off a soft moan once you were now clenching around nothing.
âah,â he shakes his head, leaning in to press a kiss against the corner of your quivering lip. âi . .â and a lump gets caught in his throat.
you strum a thumb against his undercut, a simple gesture that you knew would always soothe him.
the white haired man leans into your touch, his heart practically yelling at him to just spit the words out before he speaks against your lips, slowly lifting up your leg, kissing your ankle.
âi think . . i think âm in love with you, sweetheart.â
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wolf-hybrid!simon x bunny-hybrid!reader | PT1 | pt2 | pt3 |
the winter is here. your fur has gone from brown, to white, camouflaging you from predators. but that isn't enough to keep you alive. it's so cold, and there's hardly any food. the best you have, is your burrow.
but you're not there right now. it's dangerous to be out, but you have to leave your territory to find more food. the snow underneath your feet is cold, making you keep your pace up. a light, calm, fall of snow comes down from the sky. it's so quiet, and calm. suspiciously so. like something's trying not to make noise...
a flock takes of flying from a bush, in surprise. it spooks you too. but you know better than to be just spooked. so, you take off running, snow flying from underneath your steps. and then you hear it. heavy, fast, and determined steps behind you, running after you. you're being hunted.
running faster is useless, even though you're made for this. it already has you. you're already it's.
with a growl from behind you, you get tackled into the snow. big, hairy arms wrap around your frame, the predators big body pressing you down on the ground.
"little bunny. stop struggling." he growled, tightening his grip around you, when you squirm under him.
your ears filled with the pants coming out from both of you. panic and fear filled your body. you slowly gave up with your desperate protests, going limp in exhaustion, and acceptance.
"you're a smart one, huh?" he darkly chuckled into your ear. the omnivore buried his nose against your head, breathing in the smell, loudly.
simon signed. you smelled so sweet. it would really be a waste to just feast on you. his hips pressed down on yours, almost suffocating you with his weight.
"might have to take you with me, bun... now, tell me, do you have kits waiting for ya?" simon grumbled, almost talking to himself, his tone condescending.
with a frantic shake off your head, simon stood up. he quickly reached down, before the bun had a chance to take off, and picked her up. the predator threw you over his shoulder, almost whiplashing you with the strength he threw you with.
simon walked a mile or two, with you on his shoulder, until you two came upon a hole in a hill, his den. simon took you off of his shoulder and pushed you down to the entrance.
"get in." he murmured, his cold eyes watching your every move. reluctantly, and hesitantly, you crawled your way into the den. simon followed suit, making sure you won't play any tricks.
the den is filled with hay and simon's summer coat. it looked warm. an arm sneaks around your waist, and you get pulled against the wolf's form.
"i'll show ya... i can keep you warm." simon murmured against your cheek, his hairy arms wrapped around your tiny frame.
"don't know if i can wait until spring to get inside ya..." his words made you curl into yourself, shyly. instead of eating you, he took up the responsibility of taking care of you. he had just taken you, just chased you and picked you up over his shoulder. claimed you for himself. and now, you're his.
his little prey.
i just desperately tried to post something, sorry that the ending is so meh
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âi would never lie to you.â
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{toge inumaki x f!reader}
summary: inumakiâs always coming home to you from missions coughing up mass amounts of blood and completely overdoing it while fighting curses with his cursed speech technique. and no matter how many times you tell him to be careful, he just doesnât, arguing with him, giving him the cold shoulder, and completely unaware of the reason behind why he fights so hard when heâs out thereâ that reason being of course⌠because of you.
warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, toge and reader have a lil argument but itâs more the aftermath, slight sexual mention but itâs literally once and nothing LOL, no smut!, toge thinks heâs not doing enough SNIFFF, angst with comfort, toge is DEVOTED to you, aged up characters, pet names, afab!reader.
word count: 2.3k
authors note: short n sweet one!! wanted to give you guys a break from my MLA format essays i always make yâall read LMFAOOO!! this one is SHO SOFT AHHHH :] i hope this keeps you guys fed in the meantime while i write the next one! i love you and i love you all ALWAYS MWAAHH <33
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toge inumaki hates it when you donât talk to him.
as if he doesnât do that enough already, toge absolutely despises when you both get into arguments or heated discussions and you turn a cold shoulder to himâ needing space to unwind and prevent yourself from lashing out even more, to let the situation simmer down.
he understands it. believe him he doesâ youâre upset and angry and you need time to cool off⌠but toge is stubborn and needy and just doesnât care, needing you and only you, him going absolutely crazy at the silence in your shared apartment that he was starting to hear random ringing in his ear drums.
so as he sat on the couch, eyes unblinking as they stared off into the darkness of the living room as the sun had already began to set, you upstairs locked awayâ he wanted nothing more than to open his mouth and let his cursed speech force you to come downstairs and talk to him.
but he didnât, though the thought was definitely tempting, as toge vowed the day that he laid eyes on you to never ever use his cursed technique on you, even if it was harmless, an oath he wanted to carry with him until his very death bed and until he was six feet under.
his ears perked up then at the quiet sounds of the upstairs room door knob twisting and clicking open, soft padded footsteps making their way down the hall and closer to where he was, feet sticking against the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.
at the sight of you with your hair a little disheveled, your eyes so red and puffy, and an arm wrapped around yourself as you rummaged through the fridge looking for fuck knows what and not sparing a single glance at himâ toge felt like a fifty pound gutting weight was resting on his chest and crushing his heart.
you had both argued about something you always seemed to circle back to almost every week. but this time, you were sick and tired and fed up, seeing as toge was never going to try and understand the situation at hand through your worried eyes.
every time toge was out for a mission, you would spend your days anxiously throwing yourself over the couch or trying to keep yourself busy with random activities like baking or scrapbooking (which you deemed later meaningless), all within the sole purpose of trying to get your mind off of your boyfriend and the recklessness he always seemed to pull while on missions, regardless of how much you begged and pleaded with him to be more careful and aware of his health.
toge inumaki had such a powerful and lethal cursed technique that frightened and astonished you all at the same time, a conflicting feeling to have when he had to leave you in the middle of the night or during the early hours of the morning to run around and fight curses⌠but always coming home to you warm and loving and safe.
but not right now.
not when toge had literally come home this morning with not even two steps in the door and he was already on his knees, coughing up strings and loads of crimson blood, it pooling on the floor as he had used his cursed speech to the highest degree today and had you a crying mess thinking he was dying.
and he always did that. always. today was just the worst of them all, him without a fault coming home with excruciating pain in his bruised and clawed up throat, the cough syrup medicine he usually downed like water having absolutely no effect anymore as you scrambled around every time trying to find a solution, toge brushing off your distressed and frightened rambling as if his health wasnât a big deal, and as if how much it affected you wasnât a big deal either.
upon you closing the fridge, toge slowly stood from the couch and carefully walked over to you, his throat still in pieces but his mind lurching and guilty over how upset you were at him.
he slowly raised a gentle hand and placed it on your shoulder, you shaking your head somberly in responseâ your back to him.
âi donât wanna talk right now toge iâm sorryâŚâ you mumbled, rubbing over your tired sore eyes.
he squeezed your shoulder, insisting.
but you only shook your head again.
toge huffed and placed both hands on your shoulders this time, physically turning you around to face himâ his eyes soft and his eyebrows pinched together in pure concern for you.
you peeked up reluctantly, but the sight of his face and the events from earlier flashing through your mind only made your bottom lip wobble and the bottom of your palms shoot up to dig into your eyes, more stinging tears flooding in and slipping through the corners of your closed lids.
his heart fucking broke.
âwhy donât you care toge?â you hiccuped. âi worry myself sick every time you leave for a mission andâ and thatâs fine because itâs what you do but you never take care of yourself!â
he gently pried your shaking hands away from your eyes and wiped your tears softly with his thumbs, caressing your cheeks afterâ wishing so badly, more than anything in this fucking world, to just be able to speak to you like a normal human being instead of resorting to words scrambled on a piece of paper or text messages on a screen.
he gently placed a little timid peck to your nose before releasing your face and fumbling around in his pockets for his phone, tapping it awake once he retrieved it and opening his notes app to write out a sentence.
he flipped and faced the screen towards you, the brightness making you squint a bit.
âi do care i swear. i just always forget when iâm in the middle of it and iâm sorry baby.â
âso you keep forgetting after what feels like the fifteenth time iâve told you?â you wiped more tears from your cheeks. âhowâ how do you think it makes me feel when you come home and youâre coughing up blood all over your clothes and the furniture huh? all over me?â
he sighed softly through his nose and went to type again, but you continued.
âi get scared toge that one day youâll push yourself way too far and then you just wonât come home. you scare me when you cough up so much blood like that!ââ
toge tugged you in then with his unoccupied hand and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your head in and stuffing your face against his chestâ the scent of his freshly washed t-shirt filling your nose as you cried softly.
fuck he felt like such a douche.
he typed for a moment behind your head, a pit in his stomach that only grew in size the longer he heard your little sniffles.
toge pulled back a bit, his arms still keeping you in place but just enough so that he could lower his phone and show you his message.
âplease please donât cry. iâm really sorry okay i really am and honest to god this wonât happen again.â
you nodded meekly and he flipped his phone back, quickly typing again and showing you once he finished.
âi feel like you think i donât care but thatâs not true at all. part of the reason why i try so hard when i work is because the more curses i fuck up the safer youâll be when youâre out there without me.â
you laughed a bit at his wording, and he beamed at that, typing.
âi love you pretty girl. and im sorry i always get blood everywhere.â
âoh i donât care about the mess baby, i care about youu,â you whined lightly and wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in tight.
âand i love you too, a lot⌠like an embarrassing amount that strips away my dignity.â
he chuckled boyishly and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his body stuttering slightly as a single thought grazed his mindâ the same thought thatâs been in the crevices of his brain since he asked you to be his.
you felt his tension and pulled back.
âwhat?â
toge bit the inside of his cheek and looked down at you, his weight shifting as he contemplated telling you something he didnât want to burden or upset you with, the pad of his thumb softly rubbing over your chubby cheek.
you quirked an eyebrow. âwhat? are you cheating on me?â
he burst out laughing and shook his head, kissing your forehead before dropping his hand from your cheek and pulling out his phone again.
he typed for a minute then showed you.
âme not being able to speak to you like a normal boyfriend should or respond to you whenever makes me freaking useless. so i push myself out there to keep you safe because thatâs literally the least i can do for you, since i canât even do the bare minimum.â
you gasped softly. âtoge huh? this isââ
he shook his head once more and you stopped as he typed again.
âi always try to make you laugh with the things that i do or whenever i text you because iâm afraid that one day youâll get tired of me not being able to talk to you and youâll leave. which is also something i would never blame you for and understand.â
your heart squeezed in the worst excruciatingly way possible, completely baffled and mortified to the fact that toge was thinking about things like this and wholeheartedly believing it without you noticing or him saying anything to you about it.
he typed again.
âthatâs why i cosplay as gojo when i leave for missions and come back a dumbass with blood in my mouth. thatâs why i forget when you tell me to be careful because the need to be something for you is way fucking greater.â
âtogeee!â you sobbed, bursting out crying like a little baby as you were moved and haunted by his words simultaneously, your arms engulfing him as he desperately shot his hands out and quickly wiped your tears again, shaking his head frantically as if pleading with you not to cry.
âhow could you ever believe that?â you nudged him away and hiccuped, your eyes serious. âwhy havenât you told me about this? everything you just said is literally propaganda.â
he chuckled, but you could tell he wasnât convinced.
âtoge, why do you think iâve been with you for so long? do you think iâm just dicking around?â
âdicking around on my dick?â
you swatted his phone away. âno! not right now.â
you both shared a small giggle, twinkling eyes looking at each other.
âif i felt like you werenât doing even the bare minimum, i wouldâve been gone before you had the chance to put this ring onââ
his gaze drifted down to the black shiny heart promise ring on your ring finger that you held up for him, and he smiled softly.
âbaby what you do for me everyday is above and beyond the bare minimum. iâm happy. iâm so happy to be with you that you not doing enough has never crossed my mind and it never will.â
you slid your arms around his neck and pulled him down a little, gently. âiâve never cared about your ability to speak. i fell in love with you, who you are, and the fact that i did without you having to iterate words to me? olympic sport.â
toge rolled his eyes playfully at your comment, and you stood on your tippy toes and kissed the tip of his pretty nose then. âall men do when they talk is lie anywaysâŚâ you tilted your head. âbut i know youâll never lie to me.â
ânever.â he mouthed silently.
he bundled you up in his arms and lifted you like you were nothing, him carefully leaning in and pressing his lips to yours as if you were a fragile little thingâ kissing you so devotedly, warmly, his forehead resting against yours once he pulled apart after greedily getting his daily fix of you.
âi know your job as a jujutsu sorcerer pays the bills and comes with you putting yourself in difficult situations⌠and my job doesnât even compare, but please donât overdo it for my sake. i want you to come home, okay?â
you know itâs selfish⌠he should be saving lives no matter the cost.
but he was your man. was it so bad to just want to keep him for the rest of your days? to get the chance to grow old with him, and buy a little quiet house on the country side like you always joked about in the late hours of the night with him? drinking cool glasses of lemonade on the porch?
âplease donât always be the hero.â you whispered guiltily. âbut if you must⌠just keep me in mind while you do it.â
youâre always on his mind. he hopes you know that.
toge breathed softly through his nose and smoothly set you back down, the pads of your feet making contact with the icy tile flooring as his hands dragged up from around your waist to the sides of your head, him pushing a hard kiss to your cheek as if to seal your request.
âdo you promise?â you mumbled.
he pulled back and held his little pinky out for you, and you giggled, linking yours with his firmly.
âyou canât go back on it okay? you used your pinky itâs legally binding!â you warned, a silly smile on your face. âdonât lie to me and break it.â
toge grinned and leaned towards you as he bent down a bitâ your gaze locking with his as he looked at you at eye level with his hands on his knees, him mouthing his next words, slowly.
words that made your cheeks buzz a cutesy pink, words that he took seriously, and words that tied you to him and the little house by the countryside he wanted so badly with you, as those words solidified how much he truly truly loved youâ him hoping you always knew.
âi would never lie to you.â he mouthed.
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Hey I want to request a husband!gojo getting his wisdom teeth pulled out and he is high af from the anesthesia. I just imagine him forgetting everything and starts acting dumb. This would be huge blackmail material for nobara and megumi lol
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as soon as you step into the recovery room, the sight of him almost makes you burst out laughing. satoru is slouched in the chair, limbs draped over the sides, his usual composed demeanor replaced with utter disarray.
his eyes, free of his blindfold, are dazed and unfocused, those brilliant blue irises practically swimming in confusion.
his cheeks are puffed out comically with gauze, and heâs staring up at the ceiling like itâs the most fascinating thing in the world.
when his eyes eventually find you, they widen dramatically, his entire face lighting up like heâs just seen a miracle.
"oh. my. god," he gasps, his voice muffled by the cotton stuffed in his mouth, but his tone is thick with awe and disbelief. âyouâre... you're an angel. a real one.â
you bite your lip, barely managing to stifle the laughter bubbling up. âsatoru, itâs me,â you say, moving closer to him.
he squints at you, leaning forward so far that he nearly tips over, his eyes narrowing as heâs trying to make sense of what heâs seeing. âwait... we know each other?â
you fight back a smile. âIâm your wife.â
thereâs a beat of silence before his eyes widen again, and he jerks back so dramatically that the chair creaks beneath him.
âwife? no way!â he grips the armrests with exaggerated strength, staring at you like itâs the first time heâs ever seen you. âare you serious? weâre married? to each other?â
you giggle as you nod, âfor a while now.â
he slumps back, his head rolling to the side with a long, exaggerated groan. his entire body sinks into the chair.
âwow. I did it. I really did it,â he says, staring up at the ceiling again, his eyes unfocused and dazed. âI married the hottest person in the universe. I win at life.â
your lips twitch into a grin, watching him bask in his drugged-out epiphany. âyou sure did,â you say, unable to stop yourself from laughing softly.
you move to help him up, sliding your arm around his waist as he wobbles to his feet, legs unsteady like a baby giraffe taking its first steps.
but as you start guiding him toward the door, he plants his feet firmly on the ground, stopping you with a wild-eyed, serious expression. âwait, wait, wait,â he says, his hand reaching out to grab yours with surprising urgency.
his fingers are warm, clumsy in their grip, but thereâs an intensity in his gaze that, even through the haze of anesthesia, is so satoru.
his face is scrunched up in deep thought, brows furrowed as though heâs wrestling with the most critical question of his life. âI need to know something... something important.â
you raise an eyebrow, watching him try to focus, his blue eyes narrowing. âokay, what is it?â
âdo we... do we kiss?â
you canât help itâthis time, you let out a snort of laughter. âyes, satoru, we kiss. all the time.â
he blinks slowly, his mouth hanging open in awe, eyes sparkling with newfound wonder.
âno way! I knew it. Iâm so good at kissing, arenât I?â he beams, his prideful grin exaggerated by the swollen cheeks, making him look utterly ridiculous. âI knew I was a natural.â
you chuckle, shaking your head as you tighten your hold on him, guiding him toward the exit. âyouâre definitely something,â you mutter under your breath.
but, of course, satoru has no intention of walking in a straight line, let alone staying quiet. he stops again, turning his head to you with a deeply perplexed look, like heâs trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe.
âwait⌠wait⌠thereâs these kids,â he says, gesturing wildly, nearly knocking the clipboard off the counter.
âtheyâre always hanging around. the loud pink-haired one, the grumpy one, and the one who keeps yelling. who are they? why are they always following me?â
you sigh through a laugh, shaking your head as you guide him forward. âthose are your students, satoru. yuuji, megumi, and nobara.â
his face lights up with recognitionâor something close to it. âyuuji! yeah, yeah, the kid who talks to everything. I like him. heâs my pokemon.â
you snicker, struggling to keep him upright as he sways like heâs on a boat in the middle of a storm. âhe is your student, not a pokemon,â you remind him gently.
he waves his hand dismissively. ânah, nah, heâs my pokemon.â
you shake your head, unable to stop smiling. âsure, satoru. whatever you say.â
âand megumi!â satoru perks up again, his eyes sparkling. âmy little emo sunshine. I keep trying to make him smile, but itâs, like, so hard. do you think heâs broken?â
his voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, leaning closer to you. âshould we fix him?â
you let out a small laugh, trying to keep him from stumbling as you approach the door. âI think megumiâs just fine, satoru.â
satoru gasps, clutching at your arm. âdonât tell me... heâs also your best friend? is he my rival?â
before you can respond, the door to the recovery room swings open, and standing in the hallway are yuuji, nobara, and megumi.
nobara is the first to spot satoru, her eyes widening before she bursts into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubles over.
âoh my god, this is amazing!â nobara cackles, already pulling out her phone and aiming the camera at satoru. âIâve been waiting for this day my entire life.â
yuuji grins widely, waving enthusiastically. âsensei! you okay?â
satoru beams at the sight of yuuji, grinning so wide that his swollen cheeks puff out even more.
âyuuji! my pokemon!â he tries to wave but nearly tips over, forcing you to steady him with both hands. âI missed you, man! when did you get here?â
yuuji looks bewildered for a moment. âpokemon?â
nobara is still laughing uncontrollably, already typing on her phone with one hand while recording with the other. âfushiguro, please tell me youâre getting this. this is gold!â
megumi, for his part, just stands there with his arms crossed, a sigh escaping his lips. but you can see the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth, a rare sign of amusement.
meanwhile, satoru is now waving his arms around excitedly, turning back to yuuji. âwe should totally start a band! you play drums, and Iâll sing. weâll call it...gojo and the gojos!â
yuuji blinks in surprise, his jaw dropping slightly. âuh, what?â
nobara howls with laughter, her camera still rolling. âoh my god, this is going in the group chat. no, actually, this is going everywhere.â
megumi shakes his head, his expression caught between amusement and exasperation. âI canât believe this is happening,â he mutters.
you sigh, shaking your head fondly at the absolute circus unfolding around you. âalright, superstar,â you say, gently pulling satoru toward the exit, âletâs get you home before you say anything else youâll regret.â
satoru grins, his eyes half-lidded but still full of wonder, like heâs just discovered something miraculous. âhome? with my wife? yes, please. best. day. ever.â
as you manage to pull satoru a few steps closer to the door, his weight leaning heavily against you, he suddenly halts.
you glance at him, bracing yourself for another round of his ridiculous, anesthesia-fueled revelations, but nothingânothingâcould prepare you for what comes next.
âwait,â he says, his voice low and serious, as if he's about to share the most critical, world-altering secret.
his glassy eyes look at you intensely, filled with wild determination. âI need to do something important before we leave.â
you blink at him, confused. âsatoru, what could you possiblyââ
before you can finish your sentence, he dramatically pulls away from you, somehow managing to stand on his own. with the grace of a baby giraffe on ice, he wobbles toward the center of the room, ignoring your protests.
âsatoruââ
he shushes you loudly, a single finger pressed to his lips as he glances over his shoulder, his expression way too serious for someone who canât walk straight.
âshhh. this is between me and the universe.â
you exchange a bewildered look with yuuji, whoâs still watching in awe, nobara recording every second, and megumi now sighing deeply, clearly bracing himself for whatever absurdity satoru is about to unleash.
then, with absolutely no warning, satoru starts unbuttoning his shirt.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you yelp, rushing forward to stop him, but youâre too late.
he rips his shirt open dramatically, buttons flying everywhere, revealing his bandaged, puffy cheeks, along with his very confused, bare chest.
âsatoruâoh my godââ
but heâs not done. no, of course heâs not. he thrusts his arms out to the side, chest puffed out proudly, and yells at the top of his lungs:
âI AM A PEACOCK, WATCH ME SOAR!â
the room falls into stunned silence for a moment. nobara freezes mid-recording, mouth hanging open in disbelief, while yuujiâs jaw drops, eyes wide with sheer awe.
megumi, however, just buries his face in his hands.
âI cannot believe I know this man,â megumi mutters under his breath, his tone one of deep regret.
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Sukuna x f!Reader
In which Sukuna brings home child Uraume â 1
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You rubbed your eyes in disbelief as you stared at the child hiding behind your husband's legs and peaking at you.
Sukuna didn't pay attention to your questioning stare, he simply sauntered in to your shared home and tossed the meat he had hunted on the table. As if it was just an average day for the two of you.
Except it wasn't because there was a child right next to him.
"Um... Love?" You questioned softly.
"What?" He grunted.
"Mind telling me who... that is?"
Sukuna crossed his upper arms while resting his lower on his hips. He shrugged. "Our ice house is no more. This child can create ice so I brought them home."
Of course he did. Leave it to your husband to replace an actual functioning cooler with a literal child.
Speaking of a cooler...
"The icehouse is broken? I swear it was perfectly fine when I went there this morning..." You mused.
But a quick glance outside the window confirmed that it was indeed broken. Crushed by a tree and blood splattered everywhere from the meat stored inside of it.
And just one look at the fallen tree, you can tell whatâno, who was responsible for this destruction. There was a large, clean cut right at its base.
You turned to your husband with an accusing frown but he opted to not look at you. He knows that the moment he locked eyes with you, he'll have to face your wrath and.... He'd rather not.
You sighed and shook your head before walking over to the child who stepped away from you the moment you got closer.
You stopped, keeping your distance and smiled kindly. "It's okay. Don't be afraid, little one. I won't hurt you."
Your voice was soft, your eyes were kind so when the child looked up at Sukuna and saw the way he was looking at you, they knew you were trustworthy.
And yet...
"You won't harm me but... I can harm you." Was what the child spoke.
Your heart sank at their words and the way they looked away. Their gaze was an empty and distant void. This poor child...
But the King of Curses scoffed at their words. "Go to her. As long as I am here you cannot harm her."
You were surprised at how this child had came to trust Sukuna that they took his word and slowly stepped over to you. Besides you, no one else in this land would ever dare trust him. Then again, your husband never gave them a reason to.
You went down on your knees to be at the child's level. A small, loving smile graced your features as you reached over to brush your fingers against their cheek.
Ice cold.
But that didn't stop you as you brushed their hair in comfort. "You poor thing... Just what have you been through?" You asked softly.
The child kept quiet, their eyes gathered with unshed tears. They closed it to stop them from flowing down. And then, very very tentatively they leaned into your touch.
"...You're warm." They mumbled.
Your heart warmed at those soft words. You were happy that this child had found comfort in you.
Despite being the King of Curses' wife, you loved children. You always wanted one of your own. You had even managed to convince your husband to have a child together.
But those dreams were far gone when you found out you were infertile.
It took a while but you had gotten over it. Though part of you still wished that you can have that. A small family with your husband.
So when you looked up at Sukuna, that's when you noticed his gaze. A look that was only reserved for you. Tender, soft and... loving. But there was another meaning behind it...
This is my gift to you.
Your heart leaped and you felt tears gathering in your eyes. The smile you gave him was nothing short of radiant that had him looking away from you. But you knew he was flustered just from the red tint on the tip of his ears.
You laughed softly and got on your feet, gently pulling the child close to you. "What's your name, little one?"
"Uraume."
You hummed. "Uraume... What a beautiful name. Are you hungry, Uraume?"
Uraume felt their stomach grumble just then so they softly nodded.
"Very well, then I'll get started on dinner."
Uraume looked up at you, their pinkish eyes staring at you with a curious glint. "Can I help?" They asked.
You smiled, running a gentle hand through their white hair.
"Of course."
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I love the mail order bride !! Can we see her trying to get a job or school something and Simon getting offending thinking he doesnât have enough to support her ??
mail-order bride
he would not be offended if you wanted to do something for yourself; but he would be offended if you felt you were required to.
you pick up your blazer out of the closet, fitting it over your shoulders and buttoning it. you check your hair and your makeup one more time in the mirror before making your way into the living room, where simon still is, tools laid out at his feet as he uses a level and a pencil on the wall.
you clear your throat, knocking on the doorway gently.
"s-simon?" you ask gently. he grunts in response, marking a place on the wall, and you shuffle on your feet as you try to calm your stuttering breath. "i...can i ask for a favor?"
"can ask me for anythin'."
you purse your lips, "uhm...i need a ride."
"where ya wanna go?"
you play with your hands, rocking back and forth on your heels. he's still facing the wall, dark sleeves rolled up as he lifts a wooden block to the wall and starts to mount it there. he's putting up floating shelves you think, but the block of wood is very short in length. odd.
"i...have a job interview," you say softly. "it's in a half an hour. i...have to leave now to be on time. i'm..." you close your eyes, flinching. "i'm sorry, they only just called me, i-i should've given you more time--"
"why are you apologizin'?" he asks, setting his things down. he turns around to face you, and you open your eyes again, biting your lip. he comes closer, making you look up at him, and he narrows his eyes at you. "just said they only just called ya. so 's not y'r fault."
you open your mouth to say something, but he just brushes past you to head towards the door, grabbing his rain jacket and slipping it on. he flips the hood up over him after he shrugs his balaclava on, and he meets your eyes where you stand there oogling at him.
"well?" he raises a brow. "get y'r shoes on."
you scramble to go slip your boots on, picking up your purse by the door. simon opens the front door, revealing the misty rainy weather that's emerged since the morning. simon opens up an umbrella, making his way down the steps, and you follow him. he stops you before you come down, holding his hand out, and when he gets to the bottom of the steps, he holds his hand out for you.
you take his hand gently and let him guide you down the steps, and you're startled when he appears at the passenger side door of his truck. he holds the umbrella over you, opening the door for you, and he holds your hand again as you get settled before he shuts it behind you.
the drive is quiet. the rain falls hard, but simon is unbothered. you clutch the seatbelt a little bit as he drives--you don't want to be ungrateful, but simon sometimes makes a turn too sharp and brakes a little too hard. he sometimes has a hard time staying in his lane, too, but you just squeak and try not to be too loud when he swerves into a parking space crooked at a 45-degree angle.
simon opens the door for you, holding the umbrella and taking your hand again to help you onto the pavement. he walks you to the door, humming lowly, and he tilts his head to the side as you open the door.
"'ow long will y'be?" he asks, and you shrug.
"i-i don't know. maybe an hour?"
simon huffs a little, "olright. y'call me when y'r done."
you nod, about to go in, and he stops you again, big hand on your elbow.
"just..." he sighs deeply, looking anywhere but into your eyes. "good luck."
simon doesn't leave. he sits in his truck in the parking lot, eyes narrowed at the door of the building you just went inside of. his leg bounces underneath him, and he doesn't turn the car on for the heater because the bite of the cold, rainy weather keeps him awake and alert.
it's been over an hour. his phone sits on the dashboard, silent. he's not a patient man, never has been. his patience certainly has been tested with that fucking gremlin you insist on keeping around, the pocket of fur that drinks out of his water glass when he isn't looking and must nibble on his herbs in the kitchen (he can't prove it, but there's teeth mark tears in the basil leaves, the little shit). but this is somehow worse. he doesn't know why you want to get a job. he's been thinking about it while you've been gone.
maybe he hasn't made you feel secure enough. maybe you still feel like a stranger in your own house. maybe you still don't trust him yet, so you're too afraid to ask him for anything.
his phone starts to ring. he picks it up immediately, putting it to his ear.
"'ello?"
"s-simon?" it's you, of course, soft voice a little shaky. "i-i'm...can you pick me up now?"
"'m outside. i'll come get ya."
he practically rips open the door, and you're already standing there, coming out. he stops you before you start walking, making sure you're underneath the umbrella before you start to walk again. you keep your head down, and he doesn't even get a glimpse of you as he opens the door for you again and helps you up and into your seat.
as he pulls back onto the road, he barely hears the sound of your tears over the rumble of the engine. he looks over at you, frowning when he sees your hands covering your face and your shoulders shaking lightly.
he growls under his breath, not even turning on his blinker as he pulls over onto the side of the road. there's a honk sounding as other cars pass, but simon just turns to face you.
"oi, why are y'cryin'?" he asks firmly. you don't respond. you keep your face hidden, your body turned away, and simon huffs.
"oi!" he startles you with his loud voice, and your hands fall into your lap. "wot the fuck happened?"
"i didn't get t-the job," you hiccup. "i-it went...it was h-horrible. he hated my...m-my resume. the questions...i-i took too long t-to answer them, and i-i could tell...i could t-tell he h-hated me--"
"so you didn't get the bloody job," simon shrugs. "come off it. there'll be others."
"i-i don't even wanna do this!" you cry, wiping your face. your mascara is running, and simon sighs, frustrated.
"then why are you?"
"i...i-i--"
"look at me," he tells you, and your eyes meet his finally. your face is puffed and messy, wet streaks along your cheeks and eyeliner smudged along your eyes. "y'can do woteva y'want. anythin'. 'f you want t'stay home, then ya stay home. 'f y'wanna go t'work, then y'go to work." he reaches over and grips your face in one big hand, cupping your jaw and forcing you to lean closer to him. you can feel his breaths through the mask, warm and anxious. "don't worry about me. now tell me y'understand."
your lip wobbles, but you nod anyways.
"i-i understand."
your eyes close when you both lean in closer, and the mouth of his mask brushes against yours. you stay that way for a few long moments, lips brushing together, and when he pulls away to get back on the road, you notice his hand has fallen to rest on your thigh.
you put your hand over his gently, and by the time he pulls into the garage, your tears have dried, and your anxiety has dissolved.
when you emerge from your warm shower, there's an envelope by your purse. simon is in the kitchen, busying himself with dinner, and you pick up the envelope and rip it open. when you unravel the paper, there's a new credit card taped to it, with your name on it.
there's movement out of the corner of your eye, and when you look up, you realize simon had finished putting the little shelves up on the wall.
you can't hold back your smile, watching as the cat jumps from one shelf to the other. the cat follows the ascending and descending blocks of wood, all the way around the room until they curl up on their favorite spot on the couch, right inside the throw blanket that has been curled into a neat ball just for them.
you slip the credit card into your purse. when you pass by simon in the kitchen, you put a hand around his bicep and coax him to bend low, giving his cheek a kiss.
does he know he's not wearing his mask anymore?
his ears get red when he blushes.
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