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something special (part 2) (joel miller/reader)

part 2 to something special!! i recommend reading that first but tbh it doesn't matter too much

wc: 5.3k

warnings: fluffy and maybe a teensy bit angsty. uhhhh smut? oral f!receiving and pee pee in wee wee

a/n: omg like i wrote part one of this so long ago but I was struck with inspiration and horniness so I made a part 2!!! i hope you guys like this, it was really fun to write lmao BUT PLS don't be mad if its a little ooc and also ignore marias whole backstory cause reader is her sister and they didn't have parents so Jackson wasn't created by their dad idk the logistics just bear with me here.

PART ONE

His tongue skated lightly over your neck, his left hand resting firmly on the back of your head and his right on the sliver of bare skin between your t-shirt and pants. The kitchen counter was cold against your back, the granite digging into your spine. You let a soft moan escape your lips as he sucked a particularly sensitive part of your neck, prompting him to move his lips to your own with a growl. His hands migrated to your hips, tapping them to urge you to hop up onto the counter. As you move to slide up, his hands grip your waist and lift you the rest of the way.

You briefly break the kiss to situate yourself before diving back in, your core now warm against his stomach. You work to lift his shirt off, him returning the favor. Then, the doorbell rings. He doesn’t acknowledge it, but it doesn’t stop. You both try to ignore it, though it's persistent in its ringing.

You wake with a start, sweat now cooling on the back of your neck that makes you shiver. Your legs clench together in the aftermath of your dream, the telltale signs between your legs indicating what had just happened. You smile to yourself, noting that this is the first time you’ve dreamed in months. You’d much preferred this to the screaming and blood of your nightmares.

The doorbell continues to ring, and after a groan into your pillow, you stand and rub your eyes. You can’t tell if the dizziness you’re feeling is a consequence of the drinks you’d had or the dream you’d had. Either way, you push it aside to open the door.

“Jesus, you look like shit,” Maria chuckles as she pushes herself inside your house, carrying a heavily packed tote bag.

“Thanks, it's a new look I'm trying,” you turn away from her to head to the kitchen for a glass of water as she makes herself comfortable.

“Well I’m sure Joel would love it,” she smirks, seating herself at the kitchen table. You blush at the thought of the man you’d been dreaming of moments before.

“God, last night was…” you shake your head, “did I embarrass myself?” you ask with a wince. Maria snorts a laugh.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I think you made… quite the impression. Or at least, that's what Tommy said,” she begins to unpack the bag she brought. Inside is the biggest breakfast sandwich you’ve ever seen and some coffee grounds. You’d told Maria you needed more just yesterday, and her thoughtful ass just had to get you some. You almost rolled your eyes at the level of thoughtfulness.

“Wait… Tommy? Did he talk to Joel? What did Joel say? Does he… what does he think of me? Did I embarrass myself? Oh my god, Maria, he probably thinks i'm crazy,” you rant, waiting for her to interrupt you. She watches, almost too amused to stop you.

“Yes, yes. Tommy talked to Joel... which I’m not happy about, by the way!” she pauses to give you a look, but you groan, urging her to continue. “Okay, okay. He said… he said something about you being ‘special’. Tommy thinks he’s a goner,” Maria scoffs and moves to the old coffee pot you have on the counter to make a fresh pot.

“Oh… thats… wow,” you can’t quite find the words you’re looking for. You feel like a blushing schoolgirl.

“Yeah, well…” Maria pauses, both of her hands on the counter as she thinks. She turns back to you. “Just… be careful, yeah?” you furrow your brows at her words.

“What do you mean? I’m a grown adult, I think I can handle myself,” you feel yourself getting frustrated at her words, as if she doesn’t have any confidence in your own abilities.

“I know you can handle yourself. You’re an independant badass, we’re all aware,” she raises her hands in defense as you give her a small smile. “I just mean… It's Joel. Tommy told me some things about him… things he did before he came here, and-” you cut her off.

“Alright, I don’t need to hear this. Maria, seriously, we all did things to survive! I’m definitely not somebody to judge,” you lower your head, flashes of pre-Jackson floating through your head.

“I know, I’m just saying. Be careful, alright?” you nod before grabbing your sandwich and sitting at the table.

“Alright,” you take a bite of the sandwich and let out a moan. “Fuck that’s good. Okay, so what else did Tommy say?”

Joel forgot what a hangover felt like. He’d vaguely remembered the head-pounding nausea of his youth, but a memory is nothing like the real thing. The real thing was much, much worse.

As he lies in his bed, thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of his nose, he recounts the previous night. He remembers the vitriol spewing from that man's lips and he can't help but mentally thank him for facilitating your encounter. He remembers the bottle of pinot noir, particularly the way it tasted on your tongue. He smiles to himself, the unfamiliar butterflies in his stomach unsettling him as much as exciting him. He needed to see you, and soon. Maybe if he got the courage to leave the house.

Before he can make up his mind, his doorbell rings. With a groan, he stands from his bed. Damn knees. After taking a moment to steady himself, he makes his way down the stairs. He glances at his coffee pot, noting the lack of coffee grounds. He softly curses to himself, realizing he’ll have to figure out how to get some. Tommy had given him a tour of the town when he first arrived to officially settle in, but he’s realizing just how little he’d absorbed.

Pulling himself from his thoughts, he swings open his door to see you. You, with your shy smile and your bright eyes. You wear a loose-fitting flannel, and jealousy tugs at his gut as he thinks about who’s flannel that could be. Butterflies soon replace the jealousy as he imagines that it’s his own. His own, meaning he could probably take it off himself. You open your mouth to speak, cutting him off from his thoughts.

“Here,” you stretch out your arm. Joel notices, for the first time, a mug of black coffee in your hand. His mouth opens a bit as he gasps softly, hoping that you didn't hear. “It’s a bitch trying to get coffee grounds around here, but I figured I’d share my stash,” you shrugged, still holding the mug out with an awkward smile. He reaches for it, your fingers grazing as he grabs the warm mug.

“Thanks,” he replies shortly, taking a small sip and rolling his eyes back into his head. “Jesus, that's good,” he chuckles softly before taking another sip.

You watch him drink, his throat bobbing as he sips. His lips glisten with the coffee, and it takes all of your willpower not to taste them yourself. You look down to the white t-shirt he’s wearing, tufts of hair poking out of the top. His flannel pajama pants make you giggle- he looks like someone's father. Someone's sexy father.

“Something funny?” he raises his eyebrow before taking another sip, savoring the bitterness he’d missed so dearly.

“No, nothing it's just… you look cute when you wake up,” you blush, eyeing the way his hand rests on his hip. His shirt rides up under his hand, the small sliver of skin like a car crash you can’t stop looking at.

“Cute? I look… cute?” Joel raises his eyebrows more, if even possible. He can’t recall a woman ever calling him cute. Certainly not a woman he was… interested in.

“You know what I mean,” you nudge his arm before pulling your hand back, crossing your arms so as not to touch him more than you already had. Joel didn’t really know what you mean.

“Well, you do, too. Look cute, I mean,” he scratches the back of his neck, studying the freckles on your face. The way they move when you talk and smile. You’re gorgeous and it makes Joel realize just how out of his element he is. He feels himself grow cold, ice freezing over the warm puddle you turned his heart into. “I have to, uh,” he points his thumb inside, desperately thinking of an excuse to get away from you so he could calm the beating of his heart. He fails to think of one.

“Oh,” your face falls a bit but you quickly plaster a smile on your face. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around,” you turn on your heel, the warmth of embarrassment creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks.

Jesus, what were you thinking? This man has a daughter and at least 10 years on you. Those things didn’t matter to you whatsoever, especially now, but they probably mattered to him, right? You shake your head as you approach the stables, ready for a day of work. As much as you love human interaction, you really loved working with the horses. They obviously can’t judge you, so you tell them all of your problems as a way of working things out.

You approached Jessa, a filly born about a year ago. She was completely brown except for a few white spots on her head and around her ankles. You call them her boots.

“What am I gonna do here, Jess?” you frown, opening her stall and taking a seat on a milk crate next to her. She whinnies softly. “I know, I know, I’m crazy, right?” Jessa huffs. “We were drunk, Jess. It was a mistake, I guess,” you stand, pet her head, and leave her to see Joel standing awkwardly at the front of the stables. Your heart drops at the possibility of him overhearing you. He fidgets before speaking up.

“I’m supposed to meet Tommy,” he murmurs, looking anywhere but you.

“Oh. What for?” you ask, noting the accidental edge in your own voice. Joel's eyebrows pinch together at your tone.

“Uh, patrol. Training,” he clears his throat. “About, um, earlier,” he starts, taking a small step closer to you. Before he continues, Tommy enters.

“Well, hello there, lovebirds,” Tommy strides through the stables confidently, a stark contrast to his brother. He ruffles the hair on your head and you swat his hand away, rolling your eyes at his brotherly nature. You choose to ignore his nickname for the two of you, opting to help them get their horses for patrol.

“So, you trainin’ him?” you ask, reaching to grab the saddles from the wall. Joel doesn’t miss the way your shirt rides up.

“Yeah, gettin’ the old man ready to start pulling some weight around here,” he smirks when Joel visibly rolls his eyes.

“Ah, well, good luck out there,” you smile and hand Tommy the reins, ignoring Joel completely. Tommy raises an eyebrow but chooses to stay silent, thanking you and leading Joel to the gates.

Joel was never a smooth man. Even in his prime, he didn’t date much. It's not like he had much of a prime, what with having Sarah so young. He wouldn’t have traded her for the world, but it's a simple fact. Joel was out of his element. He’s kicking himself from the second you walk away. How did he fuck up so badly?

As he shuts the door, he turns to see Ellie at the kitchen table, watching his every move.

“When the hell’d you get here?” he starts, eyeing down Ellie who is currently staring him down with wide eyes.

“Like 20 minutes ago, you walked right past me,” she shrugged and took a bite of the granola bar in front of her. She speaks before swallowing “the fuck was that, by the way?” she questions. Joel grimaces.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth. S’impolite,” he walks past her to sit on his couch, mug of coffee in his hands. He studies the mug, ceramic and plain for the most part, aside from the brown owl on the front. He wonders if he’s going to give it back to you.

“That was Maria’s sister, right? The one from last night?” she smirks at the shock on his face.

“How the hell’d you-” he starts before she cuts him off.

“Come on Joel. First of all, the front porch? Not exactly a private venue,” she starts, shoving more of the granola into her mouth. Joel groans in annoyance. “Second, my friend Dina told me she saw you guys at the Tipsy Bison. She said there was totally some chemistry,” she laughs.

“Friend? Who is she? Can I meet ‘er?” Joel perks up at her words, excited that she has a friend, but also trying to get out of the conversation they’re having.

“Yeah, she's really cool. I met her at movie night, she- wait, no you're not getting out of this!” She stands from the table to join him on the couch.

“There is no ‘this’. I’m pretty sure she wants nothing to do with me now,” Joel traces his fingers over the grooves in his mug. Your mug. Ellie rolls her eyes.

“What do you mean? Y’all were totally getting it on,” she laughs, as he shoves the side of her arm, trying to hide his smirk.

“Y’all? What’re you, a cowboy?” he huffs a laugh.

“Learned from the best,” she gives him a cheeky grin. “I think… maybe you should talk to her. Adults are so dumb, like, half of the world's problems could be solved by just talking to each other,” she furrows her brows for a moment. “Well, except for the whole ‘infected’ thing. That’d probably take a bit more.” Joel can’t help but laugh at her train of thought.

“Maybe I will,” Joel pats her knee and stands up, setting the mug in the sink. He’d probably give it to Maria to return to you.

He didn’t plan on trying to talk to you again. He’d just screw it up, he thought. Images of you were scattered throughout his mind all morning, and he was kicking himself for his lack of social skills. Before he could kick himself anymore, he saw you. He’d had no idea you ran the stables. If he’d known, maybe he could have prepared himself. Maybe think of a few words to say. Instead, he was his usual, awkward self.

The patrol goes how he’d expected it to. Tommy notices he’s quieter than usual, which is saying a lot. The route they took was empty except for a small group of runners that they took out with ease. Joel just wants to be in his bed, asleep. He doesn’t want to have to think. He’s afraid he won't be able to get back as soon as he’d hoped, Tommy leaving him alone at the stables to return the horses. Tommy had said something about ‘getting home to the old ball and chain’ that made Joel roll his eyes, but he relented nevertheless.

His heart pinches in worry when he doesn’t immediately see you. He figures it's for the best- the horses are already in their stalls, and maybe he can just sneak out without checking in with you. He’s about to do just that when he hears raised voices coming from your small office. He quietly walks closer to the door, trying to listen in.

“I told you, I’m sorry!” he hears a male voice echo under the door, and it’s familiar. He wracks his brain to figure out who it was.

“Justin, I told you it’s fine! I don’t care! I’m sorry, but I’m not interested anyway,” he hears your voice now, smooth as silk. His heart skips a beat.

“You’re only saying that because you don’t know me, baby,” he feels disgust at the male voice now, recognizing it as the man from last night. He fights every urge inside of him to not burst inside that room right now.

“Hey, get off me!” he hears you yell. His fight to suppress his urges is completely gone as he hears you in distress, slamming the door open to the sight of you pinned against your desk, this ‘Justin’ guy grabbing your wrist with a bruising pressure.

“The hells goin on here?” Joel asks, chest heaving.

“None of your business, old man. We were just… talking, right?” Justin smirks to you. Joel notices the fear in your eyes and his heart cracks a bit.

“Um… right, yeah. It’s fine, Joel,” you say, unconvincingly. You widen your eyes to urge him to leave. As if he ever would.

“How bout we all go home, yeah?” Joel asks, taking a step closer. Justin takes this as a threat, releasing you to turn to face Joel.

“And what if we don’t want to, huh?” Justin crosses his arms. Joel looks down at him, grateful for the 2 or 3 inches he has on him.

“Oh, I think you want to,” Joel says sternly. Justin takes this as an opportunity to push his shoulders, slamming him into the wall behind him. Joel is taken off guard, but he can’t help but chuckle. “You didn’t want to do that, kid.”

“Seriously, man? All this for some bitch who doesn’t even put out?” Justin smirks as if he’d won the argument. Without skipping a beat, Joel's fist is in his face, knocking him to the ground. You yelp, jumping out of the way.

“Fuck, dude!” Justin yells from the ground grabbing his bleeding and possibly broken nose. Joel shakes his hand, stretching his fingers. His knuckles fucking hurt, but its hard to focus on that when he sees the way you’re looking at him.

“Get the fuck out,” you robotically say to Justin.

“But- h-he-” he tries to speak.

“I said get the fuck out!” you raise your voice, pulling him off of his feet and pushing him out the door. Joel watches him like a hawk as he leaves, ready to punch him a million more times if he needed to. The two of you stand in silence for a few moments before you decide to speak up.

“How was patrol?” you ask, fidgeting with your hands. He huffs a laugh, taking you by surprise. “What?” you smile slightly.

“Nothing, it's just… after everything that just happened, you’re asking me about patrol?” he looks into your eyes, noticing the heat in them. He’s sure he has the same look in his own.

“Are you… okay?” you ask, ignoring his question.

“You’re asking me if I’m okay?” he asks, incredulous. You nod, with an mmhmm. You bite your lip and Joel isn’t sure if it's the adrenaline or if he finally grew some balls, but he surges forward and in a single step, he has your face cradled in his hands.

“I-is this… okay?” he whispers against your lips, feeling your hot breath on his own. You nod before reaching up to clutch his flannel in your hands, pulling his lips to your own. Joel unwittingly moans into the kiss. He fucking moans. He’s almost mortified. Almost. When you moan in response, he’s only urged on further, slowly walking you backwards until your ass is pressed against the desk. He taps the side of your hip, motioning for you to hop up. You separate for all of 3 seconds, settling on the desk, when his lips are back on yours.

You whine into his mouth, spurring him further. He fiddles with the bottom of your flannel, itching to rip it off but maintaining some restraint. Before he can think too deeply, you reach out to the bottom button of his own flannel.

“S’this- this ok-kay?” you ask between breaths.

“More’n okay, darling,” he smiles softly, leaning down to kiss your neck while you work on the buttons. You giggle at the sensation. “What?” Joel asks with a small smile.

“It’s hard to… focus… when… ahhh,” Joel reattaches his lips to your neck with a smile. He feels like a teenager again, kissing his crush in secret. It’s thrilling to him, really.

You’ve never been more turned on in your entire life. You thought that dream had made you insanely wet, but Jesus, this was something else. You do finally manage to get his shirt off, leaving him in a white t-shirt. He continues to fiddle with your shirt, causing you to pull back for a moment. He furrows his eyebrows, wondering if he did something wrong. You whip your shirt over your head, leaving you in only your plain black bra. You wish you’d worn something lacy and pretty, but considering there wasn't a Victoria’s Secret nearby, you weren’t that upset.

It’s been a very long time for Joel. Though he was out of practice, he was pretty sure he remembered what to do. He certainly didn’t have a hard time showing how much he wanted you, his erection painfully strained against his pants. Women liked that, right? But, you weren’t just any woman. You were… something else. At the sight of you in just your bra and jeans, Joel knew he was done for. And your smile, that damned smile… it felt like worship in a world without faith.

You wanted more, so you took it. Reaching to the hem of his white t-shirt, you lifted to pull his shirt off so that you’re skin to skin. The first thing you notice is how fucking warm he was. The next thing you noticed was his scar-riddled chest. You trace them softly with your fingers, the raised skin smooth against you. He looks down at you, his eyes softening as you observe his body.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper, looking up to meet his eyes. He laughs softly.

“You’re one to talk,” he says before taking your lips against his again. He feels spurred on by your words and actions- he now has no doubt now that you want this as badly as him.

“Take my pants off, Joel,” you smirk, unbuttoning them yourself to give him a head start. He laughs before pulling them down the rest of the way leaving you in your underwear and bra. He reaches his hand forward, mouth slack as he presses his hand against your core, palming you over your underwear.

“Mmmmmfuck,” you moan, head bobbing onto his shoulder.

“This alright?” he asks, restraining a moan at the dampness of your underwear.

“Please, keep going,” you grind into the palm of his hand.

Without hesitation, he traces his hand up your mound, purposely putting pressure on your clit, before reaching the hem of your underwear and sliding his fingers under, finally feeling you. He moans at the wetness collected between your legs, amazed at how turned on you are from him. He collects that wetness and brings it up to your clit where he rubs in painfully slow circles. You buck your hips into his hand, and he chuckles- its low and gravelly, his own arousal preventing him from putting on a steel front.

“Fuck, darlin’ you’re so wet,” he whispers into your ear. You can barely hear him, your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears. As you’re about to speak, he slowly slips a finger inside you. You let out a loud moan, biting your lip to stifle the noise.

“S’okay baby, make some noise for me,” his movements maintain their place as he drops to his knees. You stiffen.

“J-Joel, what’re you doing?” you pull at his hair so he looks up at you. It gives him goosebumps.

“What’s it look like I'm doin’, sweetheart? Need’ta taste ya,” he licks his lips as he looks at your core, knowing he’d never see anything as beautiful as this again in his life. You freeze at his words.

“Oh, you don't have to…” you look away from him shyly. He stands at this, hand still moving between your legs.

“Oh, I want to. Please, baby, I want to,” he says to you, pleads almost. Guys had never asked to go down on you before, and you’d never pushed for it. It was nerve wracking- you considered telling Joel this. But the look on his face was enough- you can’t help but relent.

“Mmhm, okay,” you nod and he smiles, sinking to his knees again.

He doesn’t even notice the way his knees creak or how uncomfortable the hardwood floor is on them. He just needs to taste you. The moment his mouth is on you, he moans. The vibrations cause a jolt of lightning up your spine.

“Fuck, s’good,” he says against your thigh before kissing it and diving back in. This time he lifts one of his hands to slip a finger inside, the sensation causing you to lift your legs to rest on his shoulders. You hoped you weren’t squeezing too hard, but the thought was fleeting as his free arm shot up to wrap around your thigh and pull you closer.

The familiar sensation of your core tightening and your vision blurring hit you like a truck. No man had ever made you come before, and certainly not within less than 10 minutes of seeing each other. The orgasm swells to a peak, your thighs clenching on either side of Joel’s head as he moans into you. The aftershocks hit almost as hard as the initial shock, and you don’t realize it's over until the overstimulation of Joel sets in. He was still going absolutely crazy, drinking you in like his life depended on it.

“Ah, fuck,” you hiss at the oversensitivity and he immediately pulls away to ask if you’re okay. “I’m fine,” you laugh. “I’m perfect, actually. Jesus Christ,” you laugh again as he stands, pulling you to the edge of the desk so your clothed core is pressed against his jeans, leaving a dark spot over his crotch. “I’ve never… done that,” you confess shyly.

“Done what?” he asks, cocking his head.

“Been eaten out. And also, I guess, have a man give me an orgasm,” you giggle, mind loose. His expression hardens.

“Wait… what?” he looks at you, concern in your eyes.

“I mean, no guy has ever wanted to before. It’s no big deal,” you shrug, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Baby, it is a big deal. Because how any man could deny that… there has to be something wrong with him. A big deal of something wrong with him,” Joel laughs with you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Can you please fuck me, Joel?” you ask with a cock of your head and a pout on your lips. Joel almost trips in trying to take his pants off and you can't help but giggle.

“Oh, you won't be laughing soon, darlin’” he chuckles before pulling his cock out from his underwear. It’s huge, obviously, because why wouldn’t it be. It’s the biggest you’d ever seen, and you can't help but lift your hand up to grab it, stroking it to the tufts of hair at the base. “Won’t be lastin’ too long if you keep that up,” Joel grimaces with a hiss. You smirk as you grab him and lead him to your entrance, pressing the tip to you.

“Start slow, okay?” you ask, worry filling your gut. It had been awhile, and with a man as well endowed as Joel, you couldn’t help but have some worries.

“I promise,” he chuckles before pushing it in, just the tip. The two of you gasp in harmony, your arms shooting to wrap around his shoulders. “Y’okay?” he asks, bringing his hand up to your cheek.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, “keep going, please.”

“Okay, baby, I gotcha,” he pushes himself further, and before you know it, you can feel his tufts of hair against you as he bottoms out. He’s breathing heavy and ragged as you lean up to capture him in a kiss. He tries his best not to move, to let you adjust, but his restraint is like a rubber band about to snap. Before it does, he feels you move closer to him, urging him to start moving. He doesn’t need to be told twice.

He begins slowly, moving his hips back and forth. You squeeze him perfectly, your wetness allowing him to move with ease. His hands moved to your hips, then your breasts, your face- he was all over you. It took everything in you to keep your eyes open, but the eye contact he was making was worth it. When he wasn’t kissing parts of you, he was watching you. Whether it was your eyes, your lips, or your breasts, he was watching you. He only closed his eyes when he blinked. You were used to guys digging their faces into your shoulder and finishing in 30 seconds. Everything about Joel was… so much more.

He flattens his palm on your stomach above your mound, feeling himself inside of you. Slowly, he moves his hand up your chest to squeeze your nipple. You unexpectedly gasp and arch your back, urging him to continue. His other hand snakes from your waist to your clit as he begins to rub in circles.

“Need’ya to finish with me, darlin’” he whispers in your ear.

“O-okay. M’close,” you manage to squeak out, his hands doing so much to you.

“F-fuck,” Joel lets out a groan as he tries to maintain his pace to get you off. The second he feels you clenching around him, however, he speeds up. As he’s about to come, he quickly pulls out and spills onto your stomach, chest heaving as he leans over you. He wishes he’d had a camera to capture the view in front of him right now

You’re breathless and sweaty beneath him when you come to. His length lay on your stomach, twitching as he came down. The two of you remain this way for what feels like an eternity before he stands up fully, grabbing a box of tissues from your desk and proceeding to clean you up.

He reaches his hand out to you and you take it, hopping off of the desk. Grabbing the discarded clothes from the floor, he motions for you to lift your arms over your head so he can slide your flannel over you. Only it's not your flannel, but his. He doesn’t comment on this as he puts your flannel on himself, the usually oversized fit you’re used to fitting him perfectly

You reach up to fiddle with his hair, the curls messy atop his head. His lips part but he stays silent, watching you bite your lip in focus.

“There,” you smile. “Better.”

Joel isn't sure what to do with his hands now, the soft ticking of a clock on your wall filling the noise. He feels heat creep up the back of his neck when he recounts what you’d just done. In public.

“Coffee?” you ask, playing with the hem of your new shirt.

“Hm?” he snaps his head to you, daze broken.

“I said ‘coffee’? Like, the drink?” you giggle.

“What about coffee?” he asks. He knows you’re probably inviting him over, but he just wants to hear you talk.

“Ugh, just come home with me, Miller,” you laugh and grab his hand, leading him out of the stables.

He follows you to your house, your hands intertwined the whole walk. Neither of you acknowledge this as your conversation flows as easily as if you’d known each other for years. He stays at your house for hours, enjoying his coffee almost as much as he’s enjoying you. You both realize around the same time just how enamored you were with each other. Though neither of you are sure how to feel, Joel knows now that he can’t lose you. Ever.

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xenophilderdragon · 5 months

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Rule #34 Hawks x f!reader NSFW

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage has been infecting me since it came out. It’s so good. It lives in my head rent free so this was inevitable. I went a little harder than I thought I would whoops. Not proofread. Baby’s first smut lmao.

But seriously its such a good song give it a listen

18+ Minors Dni!

Tags: hawksxf!reader, established connection, light bondage, oral m! Receiving, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, Keigo moans like a slut, porn with unimportant plot, choking, inappropriate quirk use, thigh riding, dacryphilia, please I’m just so down bad for this man

I have you strung, strung in my web…

I should have seen my capture coming. It was bound to happen anyways. No matter how careful I was, no matter how many things I got away with, no matter how long I evaded capture, he would always find me.

There was a smug grin on my face as I vaulted over the edge of the wall, leaving a crowd of frustrated cops in my wake. I stuck to rooftops after that, watching with unabashed delight as their little flashing lights zoomed in the complete wrong direction. I roll my eyes and take a seat on the edge of the building, legs swinging like a kid on an amusement park ride. My bag makes a satisfying clink when it hits the hard concrete of the rooftop, and I catch a sideways glimpse of the glittering jewels I was being so poorly pursued for. Another cop car zooms past, still in the wrong direction and I let out a disapproving tsk.

“All that funding and they can’t catch a simple cat burglar…”

“Is that what you are now?”

I don’t fully have time to react until I’m pinned down by his feathers, knocked into the center of the roof so hard the wind leaves my lungs. Fear floods my system and paralyzes me. I know him too well to think I could get out of this unscathed. He stands over me, his eyes enraged slits outlined in that annoyingly breathtaking gold. His wings flap once, twice, as he stares down at me before they settle down and fold neatly behind his back. I shoot him an angry glare, gathering as much spit in my mouth as I can for when he inevitably gets closer to me. He’s never missed an opportunity to gloat.

But Keigo knew me just as well.

In a dizzying flash of red and gold, he’s crouched on top of me, pupils flickering back and forth in size as he studies my face, reading my intentions clear as day. His gloved hand clutches my jaw, tilting my head back until I’m sputtering, choking on my own spit. I flush with irritated embarrassment as I sputter and fight for air. He seems to take delight in this, because even when he steps off of me, his feathers keep my head tilted back, neck exposed to the cold.

A candle burning slowly by the bed…

His bed is soft in the way only stupid amounts of money could buy. Definitely a pillow top mattress, definitely hiding an ungodly amount of blankets under that thick, puffy comforter, and definitely has an egregious amount of pillows touched against the headboard. I bounced as I hit it, my entire body tense, expecting my skin to scrape against the concrete of a holding cell. I try to get a feel for my surroundings, but I quickly realize I’m blindfolded. However, when I feel the soft touch of his feathers against my cheeks, the blindfold comes undone. I should have expected to be taken to a police station, a jail cell, an interrogation room. Anything but this.

There were scented candles–something with sandalwood, his favorite–burning in the corners of the room. I could tell he didn’t use them often. They were tunneling, indicating he didn’t have the time or patience to have respect for proper candle rules. The windows were sealed tight, and I heard the bedroom door click closed softly. The smell quickly became too much. It was nearly suffocating. The candles were the only source of light in the room, and I strained to properly see Keigo in the dancing flames. He stood near the foot of the bed, arms folded. I could hear the soft tap tap tap of his foot in time with the rustling of his wings as I settled my eyes on him. I couldn’t see his face in the dim lights from the flames dancing across the room, but I knew he was more than likely pissed.

Not pissed enough to follow proper protocol this time, it seems.

Shadows tangle like a vine, crawling up the posts within our shrine…

He’s holding something in his hand, something braided and shiny. Rope. I realize too late that I’ve been unrestrained this entire time and could have made an effort to escape, no matter how futile. I crabwalk myself backwards on the bed until my back is flush with the headboard.

“Hands behind your back, Dove,” He orders, using that stupid nickname he gave me years ago. When I don’t immediately do as he says, he leans forward, resting his hands next to my ankles. He has a stern look in his darkened eyes.

“Hands behind your back.” He repeats, his tone making it clear it wasn’t a request. When I once again ignore his wishes, he grabs a fistful of my hair, gripping hard enough to make me whimper. He leans in close enough for me to feel his breath against my neck as he nearly growls out, “If you want so badly to be a criminal, you might as well get used to hearing this. Now, hands behind your back.”

Right now you’re mine, all mine, give in, you’re mine, all mine…

“I should really turn you in, you know. Put your thieving hands in cuffs and drop you at the nearest police station.” Keigo says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. My hands were pinned almost painfully behind my back, ropes weaving between them, up my arms, and looping around my shoulders to ensure no movement. His fist was wrapped around another length rope as he tugged the makeshift collar around my throat, yanking me off balance and headfirst into the annoyingly plush bed. The position of my arms forces me to unintentionally arch my back and Keigo chuckles darkly. The sight seems to put him in a pleasant mood. “But something about seeing you here, wrapped in silk for me, makes me want to bend the rules a little bit. Maybe you’re a bad influence on me, Dove. Making me want to be selfish like this. Making me want to forget I’m a hero for the night and make you beg for mercy. But a slut like you would like that, right? That’s why you always let me catch you, right?”

I don’t know how it happened, really. This game of ours. We both started out on the path to becoming heroes, but something broke in me years ago that pushed me off. While Keigo became a hero, praised and revered, I slid into obscurity, until one day, on a whim, I decided to turn to petty theft. I didn’t plan on doing this for long, nor did I plan on being targeted by the number two hero. However, after that first capture, where Keigo granted me mercy from the arm of the law in a moment of weakness, my small instances of theft quickly became grand heists.

He caught me every time.

“Now are you going to behave?” Keigo asks me, gently placing his hand–now ungloved–under my chin and forcing me to look at him. I give him a look that puts a pleased smile on his face.

I love that you shake when I ravage your skin

No matter how much he pissed me off, I couldn’t deny that Keigo was a specimen. The man is gorgeous, like a statue of a Greek god carved out of marble and the finest gold, brought to life by the touch of Aphrodite herself, and dipped in the finest golden honey. There was even a magazine article where they did that to him, once. Painted him in body glitter that shone like his eyes and dripped honey on his chest. I don’t think anyone knew or even cared what he was modeling for, or if he was even selling something to begin with. They just enjoyed the view.

I teased him incessantly about that modeling gig, much to his dismay. What made it funnier is that the company wasn’t even selling honey. It was a fragrance ad for some sickly sweet cologne that Keigo absolutely hated. I’m sure if I looked around, I’d find a case of the freebies he got from them for doing the ad. He complained for hours about how long it took him to preen his wings after that ad, he never liked to preen himself in public, and flying home with sticky wings invited all sorts of dirt and grime to make itself at home in those crimson appendages.

And if his body wasn’t drool inducing enough, his wings were definitely the cherry on top. Right now, they were smaller than full length, indicating a particularly difficult patrol earlier today. But even so, they were a sight to behold. The deep red of his soft wings contrasted so nicely with every inch of him: his hair that was the color of rolling wheat, his eyes that were pools of liquid gold, his scarred, calloused hands, the khaki of his hero uniform, the black of his bodysuit. He was infuriatingly attractive.

He released his hand on my chin and watched me, far from gracefully, settle back into a sitting position. He’s still in his hero uniform, minus the coat, gloves, and goggles, so every one of his movements had his muscles rippling underneath that skin-tight bodysuit of his. His baggy pants were undone, hanging low on his hips, showing his clearly defined v-line. The pattern of his bodysuit even drew more attention to it, however unintentionally.

It was so slutty. He knew that. I told him that years ago.

“Enjoying the view, Dove?” He coos, drawing my attention away from the barely concealed bulge peeking out of his pants and up to his face, where a cocky smirk rests on his lips. I was torn between the urge to smack him and to kiss him.

“You look like a slut, Keigo.” I mutter, casting my eyes away from him. In response to my words, a small flurry of feathers float around me, barely ghosting around the most sensitive parts of my skin. I shiver at the barely-there touches, to which Keigo lets out a low chuckle. His feathers slide under my clothes, tweaking my nipples and rolling against my clit. I let out a breathy gasp, tilting my head back in bliss. The soft touches of his feathers only serve to distract me from sharper ones cutting away my clothing, leaving behind my unfortunate choice of panties. I only notice when I hear the clatter of his belt on the floor. I don’t shiver from the cold, Keigo keeps his room at a pleasant temperature at all times. I shiver as a feather trails up my neck, watching him stalk closer to me like I’m his prey. He cages me in with his body and places a gentle kiss to the curve of my throat before nipping his way up to the soft skin behind my ear.

“Not anymore than you do, whimpering like that, when I haven’t even laid a finger on you.”

It’s so easy to bite with your hands pinned

My hands clench and unclench in their restraints as Keigo continues to draw needy moans and whimpers out of my throat. His hands are greedy, unable to decide which one wants to fondle my breast and which wants to grab at the rest of me. All but one of his feathers return to his back, leaving one to continue its work against my clit. I fight the urge to squirm, feeling like his feather was not enough. I won’t give him the satisfaction of giving in this early.

“Maybe I should mark you up this time, hmm?” He whispers against my skin, nipping lightly at my collarbone. “Make you go to whatever day job you have covered in hickeys, knowing you could never explain them to your coworkers.” I mewl out at his words, earning an amused chuckle from him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, needy whore? You want people to know you got absolutely ravaged, knowing you can’t tell anyone about it? Who would believe you, anyways? You’re just a petty thief. Who would believe you got fucked by the number two hero instead of spending the night in a jail cell?”

To illustrate his point, he sucks roughly on the skin directly under my jaw, being as messy and over the top as possible. His drool drips down my neck and I’m sure he’s leaving a massive bruise that won’t go away for at least a week.

“Do you think that’ll keep you out of crime for a while? Having to struggle to hide the evidence for as long as my hickeys last? You know better than I do how long the evidence sticks around, considering I only ever see you when you’re acting like a brat.”

Shadows dancing on the sheets

One of the candles burned out during his mission to cover my neck in bruises. I had to strain to see him, if at all. Even as my eyes became hazy and unfocused, I tried to watch his movements, trying to predict what awaited me. The candles weren’t enough of a light source to catch anything but a shadowy glimpse of his skin right before he touched me, leaving no time to brace myself for the onslaught of sensation he brought upon me. My throat was sore from both his mouth and my moaning and my core was aching with a desperate need for relief. Keigo removes his feather from its temporary home inside my panties and whistles softly at the state he’s left me in. I’m panting softly, still kneeled in front of him on the bed–I can’t lay back comfortably with the way my arms are bound. My breaths are heavy and I can smell my own arousal as wetness pools in my panties. He usually taunts me about just how quickly he can get me this hot and bothered, but instead, as he swipes two fingers over my covered slit, he lets out a low growl. When he brings his fingers back up to eye level, I can just barely make out the shininess of my own juices.

“Open up, Dove.” He gently urges, despite shoving the two fingers in my mouth anyways. Instinctively, my tongue wraps around them, much to the delight of the man in front of me. I’m painfully aware of just how much of my own fluids he managed to gather just from his relentless teasing. His eyes drift back down to my spread legs as his other hand squeezes the flesh of my thigh. I notice his eyes dilate for a moment before they flick back up to my face, still stuffed with his fingers, messily drooling down my chin. A devilish smirk crosses his face.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you picked these pretty panties out just for me…”

He spent an embarrassingly long time teasing me with that feather of his before he noticed my panties were practically an exact color match to his wings. They were tastefully bordered with lace, and if he wasn’t the one approving all of his official merch, he would be sure that they were. When he pointed it out, I was quick to try and justify my choice. It was laundry day after all, they were all I had left this morning. However, he wasn’t hearing any of it, flipping me face down into the mattress, gently kneading the curve of my ass.

I hear him groan out when he watches them disappear into the crack of my ass.

“Shit, Dove, you sure these things even fit you properly? They ain’t covering a damn thing.”

Another candle flickered out.

If you obey, I might give you a treat.

“Oh, c’mon, Dove. You said you wanted more. I can’t just give in to you, you know? That’s only for good girls. You’ve been running around the city, committing crimes, making my job harder. I’m taking quite a risk you know, letting you go every time like this. I could lose my license if I get caught giving you special treatment.” He trails his hands down my sides to settle them on my waist, “the least you could do is what I ask. Pretty please, Dove?”

He says it with an adorable whine, like he’s the one begging, even though we both know it isn’t a request. He spent an overly indulgent amount of time tugging on the waistband of my panties, watching with delight as I squirmed and whined out in protest. It wasn’t enough.

Those golden eyes stayed locked onto me as all manner of obscenities left those perfect lips of his.

When he had finally had enough of listening to me whine and beg for more, he lifted me up and slid to the edge of the bed, placing me on his thigh with a dark chuckle. His hands remained on my thighs, looping a few fingers on either side of the waistband of my panties, tugging just enough to make me moan. My balance was nearly impossible to keep like this, the awkward angle of my bound arms had me all but sliding off of him. Keigo, with a shit eating grin, digs his fingers into my hips hard enough to bruise and places another chaste kiss to a sensitive spot on my neck.

“Ride my thigh and keep begging me for more. Maybe then I’ll give you what you want.”

Right now you’re mine, all mine. Give in, you’re mine, all mine…

“Keigo, please! Ngh!” I moan out, my hips rocking back and forth against his thigh. My eyes were hazy, glossed over with lust, as I clenched around nothing. All of my pride has been thrown out of the window, lost completely in my desire for more. Keigo clicked his tongue and swiped a thumb over the trail of drool on my chin.

“Use your words, Dove. You’re a big girl, you can handle getting out a full sentence, can’t you? Or are you too drunk on pleasure from just riding my thigh already?”

This is what he loved the most about our dynamic. Watching me break down for him and only him, knowing he was the only thing standing between me and complete satisfaction. Whether either of us admit it or not, he knows he’s good at what he does. He knows that, no matter what, I’ll always keep coming back for more. No matter how he taunts me, how he wrecks me, how he leaves me limping the next morning.

I was as addicted to him as he was to me.

“Keigo please! I wanna cum! Please make me cum! It’s not enough!” I moan out, tears forming in my eyes.

“Oh how can I say no when you cry so pretty for me, Dove?”

Hope blossoms in my chest when he readjusts his grip to lift me off of his thigh. I try to ignore the sheer amount of my own arousal coating it and even more so the thin trail connecting me to him. He drops me onto the floor like I weigh nothing, and my knees hit the hardwood floor almost painfully.

“If you want to cum so badly, you need to work for it.”

You look so good, there on your knees

Keigo gently cradles my face and coos softly, squeezing my cheeks with one hand. His other hand strokes his hardened cock, already slick with precum.

“So pretty for me, aren’t you? Always been so pretty f’me, no matter how much you glare at me, no matter how much you pretend you don’t like the attention I give you.” He gently nudges his cock against my lips, and I, in a final bout of rebellion, press my lips together, unintentionally letting myself taste his own arousal on my tongue. Keigo growls softly, his golden eyes narrowing in disappointment.

“I’d suggest you wet this cock any way you can while you still can. Naughty whores like you don’t get prep.” He wraps a hand around my throat, not squeezing, but the warmth of his hand is warning enough, “But considering how much you’ve been squirming like a bitch in heat, I doubt you even need it.”

I stare at his hardened cock in front of my face, ignoring the drool pooling in my mouth. I lick my lips and note with delight how it twitches.

Keigo’s cock was always so pretty.

The first time I saw it, I could feel myself drooling. Never have I gotten the urge to put something in my mouth so quickly before. He kept himself well groomed, the smell of his soap hitting my nose as I noticed his dark blonde hairs trimmed neatly. The pink tip was now flushed an angry red and precum dripped down the thick shaft, running parallel to one of the thick veins that I knew felt amazing inside my cunt. He pressed the tip against my lips once more and I parted them, knowing better than to make him repeat himself.

Keigo’s throat fuckings were brutal enough as they were.

He takes a hold of the back of my head and wastes no time in pressing deeper into my mouth. I let my jaw go slack as I gag on his cock, tears already forming in my eyes at the strain.

“Oh, don’t start that now, Dove. You’re only halfway there and I know you can take me better than that.” he laughs darkly and fists my hair, pressing even further down my throat. Despite his teasing words, he works himself into my throat slowly, cursing under his breath at every little groan and whimper I let out in response. He’s gentle and deliberate until my nose presses into the soft tuft of hair on his pelvis. He tosses his head back and bucks his hips slightly, causing me to choke and sputter on his length, trying to swallow the rapidly accumulating drool in my mouth.

“Fuuuck, Dove. Just like that.”

He roughly pulls me back off and I gasp for air before he’s shoving me back down again, my tongue lolling out. He runs a quick hand though his own hair before moving it back down to join his other on my head. Keigo proceeds to thrust himself into my mouth, using his hands to keep me in place. Drool drips down my chin onto my clenched together thighs, and I do everything I can possibly think of for any kind of stimulation. Keigo’s filthy mouth runs nonstop–the man never shuts up–unable to decide between praise and degradation as he fucks my throat like its a toy.

It’s disrespectful, it’s filthy, it’s overwhelming, and it’s flooding my brain with so much arousal I desperately want to reach a hand down and rub my aching clit.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off on sucking dick. Fuck, don’t think I can’t hear those little moans you’re letting out. Don’t think I don’t see the way you’re squirming. You enjoy this, don’t you? Can’t punish such a–oh my god just like that– hungry cockwhore like you with anything can I?” He groans out, his head tossed back in pleasure. His relentless thrusts stutter for a moment before he slows down, sliding me off of him with a wet pop. He turns my head up to face him, and I feel myself clench at the sight of him. His lips were flushed from what I can only assume is from biting them, and his muscular chest heaved with every breath. His eyes were as wild as his hair and practically glowing with need. He looked absolutely feral.

“You wanna cum, right? Well you know by now there’s only one place you’re allowed to.”

Such a good girl knows how to please

“You were always such a good girl weren’t you? Used to be, at least. Now the only way you can behave is speared on my dick.” He croons, his voice wavering as he sinks himself into me fully. He didn’t give me the opportunity to adjust, and I whined at the stretch. My hands clenched around nothing, a mind-numbing combination of pain and pleasure flooding my mind. This was what I needed. This was what I craved.

“That pussy takes me in so well. So warm, so tight, so perfect–fuck!”

Keigo was always vocal. That was just a delightful truth about him. No matter how much he tried to be the hardass hero, he whined like a bitch in heat, even on top. The man never shuts his pretty little mouth, either.

“Shit, Dove. Every time I’m in this pussy I wish I could just fuck you for days on end. Too bad you choose to be a criminal. I could’ve given you a job at my agency. Bent you over and had you for lunch.”

Keigo presses his hand into my shoulder blades, forcing me down even further, arching me against him so he kisses the tip of my cervix with every thrust. I let out a muffled scream, tilting my head up for a moment so I can breathe. He really had an ungodly amount of pillows. Each thrust had me seeing stars and grasping at the air behind me, desperate to hold onto anything for stability. The way my arms were tied behind me had me whimpering and biting into the pillows, desperate to feel grounded. Keigo laughed darkly and sent a feather to dance along the skin of my hands as they clawed for purchase onto anything. I feel the coil in my core tighten almost painfully, and start to squirm around, my orgasm building faster than I can handle.

“Oh, don’t run from me now. You didn’t run when you had the chance. C’mon, Dove, you were doing so good for me earlier, what happened?” He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes just enough to restrict my airflow, his thrusts only increasing in speed, “gonna cum for me pretty girl?”

Look at me, Look me in the eyes

My eyes are bleary, and I know I have an absolutely fucked-out expression on my face. Whether or not he can see it, he knows it too.

Keigo digs his fingers into the fat of my hips, groaning something out about ‘handlebars’ that I can’t quite hear over the sounds of my own moans. His pace is brutal, and despite the lack of prep, the wet sounds of my arousal echo through the room with his whorish moans.

“Fuck Dove, I hate to have to pull you out of trouble like this but I can’t say I don’t enjoy making you pay for it.” He says,

It always ends like this. I commit a crime, Keigo captures me, I end up in his bed, taking every inch of his perfect cock while he babbles incessantly about how good it is.

But the familiar smack of the headboard is noticeably missing.

“Notice something different, Dove?” Keigo licks around the shell of my ear as he speaks, not even bothering to quiet his loud grunts and groans. “Got a little something special, just for you. I know how much you love when I ravage you, don’t you, little slut? But I can’t be fucking holes in the wall from my headboard hitting it every time you want to act out, right?” He punctuates his words by slowing down his thrusts, instead roughly rolling his hips against mine, remaining bottomed out. I whine out, feeling like I’m being dangled over the precipice of an orgasm. Keigo takes a distinct pleasure in this, leaning over to press his chest to my back, pressing gentle kisses against my spine. I mewl out again, arching my back to press even harder against him.

“A needy little whore like you needs to be fucked nice and good, yeah?” He coos, roughly grabbing my chin, forcing my face out of the mountain of pillows on his bed. I’m drooling and crying from the pleasure, a fact that doesn’t go unappreciated by Keigo.

“Can’t fuck you hard enough with this headboard slamming into the wall, can I? Is that why you keep acting out like this? Not getting fucked hard enough?” Keigo emphasizes his point with a sharp thrust, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, “good thing I stumbled across these handy little devices. They’re meant for earthquakes, you know? Should be enough to keep me from fucking another hole in the wall, right? You can’t possibly need it harder than this right?”

Before I can fully comprehend his point, his thrusts resume again, brutal as ever. I shoot him a delirious, cloudy eyed stare, only interrupted by a particularly deep roll of his hips, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. Keigo switches his grip, grabbing at my still-bound arms and yanking me back towards him, arching my back almost painfully.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like that.” He groans out, resuming his harsh thrusts, but keeping a firm grip on my chin, “If you keep looking me in the eyes like that I’ll have to test how durable these things actually are.”

Forget yourself, surrender your mind

Keigo loved to fuck me dumb. He loved the idea of making me moan louder than he did. He goes feral when he can’t even hear himself over the sounds of the pleasure he gives me. So whenever he has me pinned under him, vulnerable to his mercy, he shows none. By now, he’s made me cum twice on his cock, each climax rocking through me almost violently, and each time never giving me the chance to properly recover. I was babbling from the overstimulation, drooling and sobbing about everything and nothing all at once. I was gone. Keigo had to hold me up himself, my legs having given out a long time ago, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, never once slowing down his relentless pounding.

‘S’too much!” I manage to sob out, my legs starting to twitch. Keigo grunts and wraps an arm around my waist before he leans down, one hand wrapping around my throat.

“Oh, no pretty girl. You don’t get to decide that.” He nips at the shell of my ear and I choke out another moan, feeling myself clench around him once more, “you’re going to take what I give you, and you’re going to take it without complaint, understand?

I stumble over my words, broken moans being the only sounds from my lips, before I nod frantically in agreement.

“Good girl. Now sing for me, Dove.” he growls, “I know you want to. You begged so well for me earlier. Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love the way I fuck you.”

Right now you’re mine, all mine. Give in, you’re mine, all mine…

Keigo also loved stuffing me with his cum.

His moans turned from animalistic grunts to needy whines, and his thrusts became sloppy as he approached his own release.

“Gonna fill you up, Dove. You’re lucky I’m even telling you. Dirty fucking criminals like you don’t deserve the courtesy of–fuck–of a warning. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Keigo!” I whine out, already losing myself to the overstimulation. “Love you too!”

When Keigo cums, it's heavy. The man is always busy doing hero work, he probably doesn’t even have time to take care of his own needs. After months of feeling the way he fills me up, I hold the genuine belief that this is the only time he cums. How else can you explain the way his entire body shakes, the way his wings seem to fall apart, feathers floating onto the bed softly. He cums heavy, and he cums a lot. The feeling of him stuffing me full, and feeling his cum leak down my legs nearly immediately has my cunt clenching around him, milking him for everything he’s worth. He whimpers and shudders from the sensation, entire body nearly slumping over from exhaustion.

That didn’t stop him, however. He continued his rapid thrusts, working me through my orgasm, obscene squelches echoing through the room. His moans became desperate and whiny in the way they only get when he’s forcing himself through debilitating pleasure.

Eventually, he slows down enough to undo the ropes around my arms, and I let them fall to my sides with a relieved groan. Keigo pulls out and immediately positions my legs so they’ll hold my hips up for him to admire his work. He shoves two fingers into my abused clit, and I can already imagine the pleased, almost awed look on his face as he works his cum back into me.

“I think you look prettiest stuffed with my cum, don’t you, Dove?”

I can only muster an exhausted moan in response.

“So…you love me?”

“Shut up, bird brain.”

The grin on his face tells me I’m in for a long night.

He was never going to turn me in anyways.

The last candle burned out.

All mine

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For @winterironmonth!

SFW Friday: Word

Yeah I think this might be the hardest day of SFW week for me lmao. Tony’s shitty here but he’s been in excruciating pain for a solid forty-eight hours now so. I’m willing to give him a pass. Look out for under the cut!

Tony’s hands shook. The bottle of pills he was trying to open rattled in his hands. He hoped that Bucky didn’t hear it—or if he did, he’d be polite enough not to mention anything. He should have taken a dose an hour ago, but he’d rankled under Bucky mentioning it, as if he wasn’t on top of his health. He didn’t—he didn’t need someone to tell him what he already knew. He was fine. He’d been doing this for decades now, because no one else could ever be bothered with—

A pair of hands covered his, one flesh, one metal.

Tony had to force himself not to tear away, glowering up at Bucky from under his lashes. “I can do it.”

“I know,” Bucky said. There was so much patience in his voice, Tony wanted to punch him. “But you were making a lot of noise in here.”

“It’s my house,” Tony snapped. “I can make all the noise I want.” Bucky lifted his hands in supplication, and Tony shook the bottle of pills at him aggressively.

“Okay,” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes, and Tony took a deep breath to make his annoyance everyone’s problem, but then Bucky snatched the bottle out of his hands and twisted it open easily. “I know you’re just cranky because you’re in pain.”

“I’m not fucking cranky,” Tony snapped, moving to slap the bottle out of his hand, even though he knew the pills scattering across the floor would only make him angrier. Bucky moved his hand, so he just impotently swung through the air, and somehow that left him absolutely furious. “I’m—I’m angry. I’m fucking livid. I’ve been taking care of myself for years and I don’t need someone who heals from stab wounds overnight treating me like I’m a fucking invalid!”

“Tony, I don’t think you’re an invalid,” Bucky said calmly, holding the bottle out to him again. “Take your pills.” He tipped it so he could tap one out into his palm.

Tony slapped it again, and the bottle and pills went flying. He watched them scatter over the ground, expecting another rush of anger, but nothing came. He didn’t feel anything beyond a vague sense of satisfaction as they scattered across the ground.

Then the dread came. He’d have to pick them up now. He was already in so much pain. The task seemed insurmountable, the floor so far away and all of his joints creaking at the thought of having to get down to it.

“—ny. Tony,” Bucky barked sharply, grabbing him around the waist to pull him upright, and it was only then that Tony realized he’d been slowly crumpling to the ground. “Can you hear me? Tony!”

“Hh,” Tony squeaked, and wondered why, because he’d meant to say he was fine and he just needed a minute to breathe through the pain that was absolutely normal and not at all a problem.

“Jesus Christ,” Bucky muttered, and then scooped Tony into his arms, and the agony it caused made his vision white out.

.-.

He was in the medical wing. Tony blinked, slow and syrupy. Why did all ceilings in medical places look the same? He should put something more interesting up there, so he’d actually want to open his eyes.

“Doll,” someone said gently, and he carefully tipped his head to the left, blinking again. Bucky reached out to cup his cheek, tipping his head up so it wasn’t at such an awkward angle. “There you are.”

“Here I am,” Tony agreed faintly. His eyes rolled across the room. No other Avengers, but there were several empty chairs when there were typically only two, so they must have cleared out recently. “Why I am?”

“Why I am,” Bucky repeated, looking amused, before he leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Your stitches tore, sweet thing.”

“My stitches,” Tony repeated, squinting at him. “What stitches?”

“The ones that were supposed to be keeping your stomach from bleeding internally, sweetheart,” Bucky answered patiently.

Tony blinked at him again. “That’s where the blood is supposed to be.”

“Tony,” Bucky choked, obviously trying not to look amused and failing. “Doll, no, you’re not supposed to bleed anywhere.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Tony said.

Bucky covered his face with his metal hand, shoulders shaking. It took him a minute to get control of himself, but eventually, he dropped his hand, amused smile now replaced with a frown. “Tony, they said you must have been in pain. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Pop-pop-pop,” Tony murmured. “That must have been my stitches.”

“When did that happen?” Bucky asked sharply, and when Tony only blinked in confusion, he softened and tried, “Sweetheart, when did your stitches rip?”

“Um, when I threw up probably,” Tony decided after some thought.

Bucky’s face immediately went stony. “When you threw up?”

“Everyone was very nice and gave me crackers, and I ate all of them,” Tony said happily. “And then I had some soup! But it was too much soup maybe. So! Out it goes.”

“That was two days ago, Tony,” Bucky spluttered. “Soup? Tony, you’re on clear fluids.”

“I picked the chickens out,” Tony assured him.

“So you’ve been sick and in pain for two days and didn’t say anything,” Bucky said flatly.

Tony frowned at him, considering, before he finally answered, “When it happened, I said ‘ouch.’”

Bucky stood, reaching out to grab both his shoulders. Probably to shake him, Tony figured. Steve appeared before that could happen, grabbing him in a headlock and dragging him out. He blinked again.

“Have an ice chip,” Natasha said. It was not a request.

Tony took an ice chip into his mouth and then spit it back out, just to see how far it would go, and Steve appeared to drag her out as well with a muttered ‘we all suck at bedside manner why are we even in here before he’s lucid.’

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capypub · 1 year

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Alaska's Nice This Time of Year, Right? - Mafia!Joel Miller Imagine

Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC

Rating: T (language, mentions of violence, jealous!Joel, fluff)

Summary: Joel can't help be a little jealous when his baby girl's at work. He handles it in typical Mafia!Joel fashion.

AN: Starting a little collection of blurbs that can be woven throughout my "Without Warning" Series, doesn't follow any specific order, just little snippets of life/scenarios.

Requests are open for anyone with a headcanon/idea! Smutty or non-smutty! I'm here for it all lmao

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Joel glared at the blonde man currently sitting in his girl’s section, having just come out of Tommy’s office, he went in search of his girl, knowing the bar would be closing soon and he could take her home.

“Everything good, sweetheart?” he asked, waiting by the service well for when she’d eventually have to come and pick up Mr.Backstreet-Wannabe’s refill.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she nodded, passing by him with a gentle brush of her fingers against his hand, subtle but enough to soothe his green monster.

He watched, perhaps a little too closely, as the man in question would stop her every time she passed his table, grabbing at her hand or waving her over with that stupid smile that made Joel want to knock his teeth out.

“Don’t go scarin’ my customers,” Tommy muttered, helping Jared close down as last call finally came around, having watched Joel’s agitation grow the longer he watched Indi work.

“Can’t be scared if he’s dead,” Joel grumbled, his fingers itching for his gun.

“She’s doin’ her job, man, don’t start shit where it’s not needed,” his brother tried to reason with him, coming to lean next to him behind the bar, watching as Indi dropped off a receipt at the man’s table.

As “Mr. Backstreet” stood up, he had to get one last shot in, it seemed, holding onto Indi’s wrist, obviously a little more than buzzed, as he animatedly used his hands to talk to her. She laughed at something he said, making Joel grind his jaw in frustration. The man then had the audacity to touch her waist, like he was trying to give her a hug, but she stepped back before he could get closer. The slight movement stirred some relief in Joel, but not much when Indi touched the asshole’s shoulder, smiling sweetly as she spoke.

“He’s not her type,” Jared said, passing Joel as he carried a fresh keg to refill the taps.

It didn’t help. Joel arched his brow, glancing at the younger bartender, looking unamused by the whole situation. The kid was alright, a little loud sometimes, but he kept an eye on Indi and respected both Millers, which was enough for Joel.

His dark eyes followed the blonde man as he left, looking a little unsteady on his feet but not stumbling around enough to raise concern. When his girl came up to him, holding her ticket book out to Tommy to count at the end of the night, she leaned into Joel, looking drained.

“Long night, baby girl?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her neck, holding her to his chest.

“Kind of, crowd was a little much tonight,” she muttered, pressing her cheek into his chest as she hugged him tightly, closing her eyes, enjoying his soothing touch as he rubbed her back.

“Saw your little admirer was tryin’ hard tonight. He give you any trouble?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but she immediately heard the change in his tone.

She smirked up at him. “You mean the college kid who wouldn’t leave?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Why? Jealous?” she teased him, biting her lower lip to keep from laughing.

He scoffed. “I don’t get jealous, sweetheart.” He gave her a pointed look. “I just don’t like trash touching what’s mine,” he shrugged, his grip tightening slightly for emphasis.

She laughed, bringing both her arms around his neck and craning up to kiss him. “You know he wrote his number on the receipt,” she said, amused.

Joel’s fingers flexed roughly against her hips. “Lemme see it,” he practically growled, the warm brown of his eyes darkening to nearly black at the thought.

“Baby,” she crooned up at him, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “He left a $2.50 tip on a $50.00 tab, he’s basically a walking red flag. Even if I were single, he’d still never have a chance.”

He scowled, knowing damn well that math didn’t add up. “That’s like…five percent of the bill?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Cheap fuck…”

She kissed his jaw, then his cheek and finally his lips, her touch soothing his jealous heart. “He wouldn’t even know what to do with me, my love.”

He smiled to himself, loving how she stroked his ego just when he needed it. “Is that right, darlin’?”

She nodded with a hum of agreement. “Need a big, strong man to keep me satisfied,” she continued softly against the shell of his ear.

He scoffed, knowing she was just fucking with him now. “That supposed to mean me?” he asked with an amused smirk.

“Of course, who else?” She laughed. “So…wanna take some of that frustration out of me when we get home? Let me remind you who I belong to?” she offered, her voice low and seductive, making him groan.

“Just might have to, sweetheart, right after I shoot that cheap asshole in the kneecaps…”

“Hmm, just don’t get blood on the bed sheets,” she murmured against his neck.

He smirked, loving how she would just go along with his threats sometimes, knowing he was smart enough not to actually follow through. And if he did, it was much more subtle, more strategic.

“Hands off my employee, she’s still on the clock,” Tommy interrupted them, handing her a stack of bills, her tip payout for the night.

“Fuck off,” Joel fired back, rolling his eyes.

While Jared and Indi finished the last of their closing duties, Joel and Tommy went into his office to discuss an upcoming trade. Tommy thought it was a bad idea. Joel insisted it was fine, knowing he’d be there anyway in case things did go bad.

The knock at the door had them both pausing. “Ready to go?” Indi asked. She’d thrown a hoodie over her uniform, her bag slung onto her shoulder.

“Let’s go, darlin’,” Joel nodded, standing from his seat, giving Tommy’ shoulder a squeeze in goodbye before following his girl out to his truck.

“Were you talking shit or talking shop?” she asked once he’d gotten the truck on the road.

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re somethin’ else, baby girl. Got a job comin’ up, out near San Antonio, nothing too serious, but you know how Tommy gets after his injury.”

She hums in acknowledgement. “Should I be worried?”

“Not at all, baby, just doin’ some business,” he said, reaching across to take her hand and kiss the back of her knuckles like he often did while driving.

“Thought you might be reverse tracking that guy’s address or something,” she joked.

Joel smirked. “Ellie’s lookin’ into it for me. Alaska’s nice this time of year, right?”

“Joel!” she huffed in frustration, rolling her eyes. “Are you serious?”

“No, baby, you know I wouldn’t waste resources on trash like the sleazebags that hit on you at work,” he soothed her, kissing her palm and then her wrist affectionately.

“Okay…” she sighed, relaxing. “Good.”

He grins smugly. “I just have my boys snatch ‘em up for target practice…”

“Joel!”

And if Mr. Backstreet-Cheapskate somehow ended up getting a mandatory job transfer to Alaska for an indefinite amount of time, well, Joel didn’t know anything about that…

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#joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller x ofc #joel miller fic #joel miller blurb #mafia!joel miller #joel miller au #joel miller one shot #last of us au #joel miller fluff

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Oooh, I had no idea you wrote for Arkham Penguin! May I request some fluff? Reader is being a brat (in a lovable, non-annoying way) to get his attention and becomes pouty when he resists only to be rewarded afterwards for behaving when he asks her to? Thank youuu <3

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Arkham!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 450 i just finished my first playthrough on my own of the arkham games so i've literally just added him!! this is my first attempt lmao! but this suits him so well so hopefully it is fool proof 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: punishment kind of, fluff, teasing

“Alright, love, settle down now! I’ve got a tonne of things to get on with and you’re not making life any easier!”

Oswald was no fun when he had work today, and he always seemed to have work to do. And while you weren’t helping matters by teasing him, tapping his nose and nuzzling into his cheek constantly, you couldn’t help it. His office was boring.

You let out an exaggerated, huffing sigh as you settled into the chair in the corner, slumping down ungracefully. You pouted, knowing he could see you in his peripheral, but he was obviously making an effort to ignore you. Watching him, so focused on the papers on his desk, the notes, the receipts. The way his fingers clutched the cigar told you enough. He was stressed, beyond stressed, actually.

“Ozzie, when do you think you’ll be done?”

“Listen, little birdy, if you can just sit there and behave yourself, I’ll be done in no time. You make life easier for me, I’ll see to it that you are well rewarded. Deal?”

You let out an amused little squeal, one that brought a smile to his face as he refocused his attention on his wheelings and dealings. But deep down, you knew that when he was in this much of a mess, with too many things on his plate, he could quickly get distracted and end up getting nothing done. So you decided that when he asked you to make life easier for him, that was what you would do.

Standing back up, you walked slowly, almost sultry in the way you slinked up behind him, where you stood, resting your hands on his shoulders and rubbing them. Softly at first, you increased the pressure as you felt his muscles relaxing into your touch.

The hushed notes of pleasure that rumbled in his throat were enough to tell you that you were succeeding in easing some of the stress.

“Ok, my love, you’ve got my attention. You keep doing this, I’ll melt into a puddle on this chair!”

You leaned over the back of the chair, pressing a kiss to his head and taking a deep inhale of the smell from his cigar.

“So, you’ll pay attention to me now?”

“Absolutely, I will.”

He tossed the papers in his hands to the side and got up from the desk. He ushered you out of the room, his hand on your lower back. Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you. And ever Oswald Cobblepot, pushed you forward out of it with a quick smack.

“Get your arse in gear, I’ll have to get back here once I’m finished with you!”

#penguin x you #finnie writes #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #batman fanfic #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you #arkham!penguin #arkham penguin #arkhamverse #arkham!verse

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umemiyan · 2 months

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How about B and G for the self shipping alphabet ask game and feel free to chose any self ship for this.

hi sarah!!! thank you! i think for this one i shall go with bakugou 🙏🏻 (cw for stepcest)

B - Bashful what’s something one finds embarrassing about themselves but the other finds adorable?

i LOOOOOVEEEE it when katsuki gets a little bit into music, like tapping his fingers and/or bopping his head in the car to a song he really likes. OR IF HE EVER SINGS A LITTLE…… i don’t say anything but if he notices me paying attention or getting excited, he gets grumbly. i mean… he has rhythm and talent and i just love when he lets them come out to play a little.

when it comes to me, he actually likes my concentration faces. i often tend to look really angry or even just weird when i’m focused on things like writing, video games, etc. and he finds it somewhat amusing. he’s one of the people who knows that there’s more going on in my head than what others might think (and vice versa) so he sometimes wonders what i’m cooking up in there. he respects the focus and determination and also thinks the murderous look is kinda hot 👀

G - Greetings what was their first meeting like?

so!!!! kat and i first met when he was 2 and i was 4; our parents started dating each other and introduced us not long after. he was too little to remember, but i have vague memories, mostly within the realm of “he’s kind of a baby… what am i supposed to do with a baby?” because i just struggled with feeling overwhelmed in basically any interaction especially with other children LMAO

but the adults walked away for a couple of mins and i started playing with something and he just sort of watched and calmly played along while i tried to teach him??? i had to establish some kiddie boundaries but it was way more chill than you might think. tbh his behavior mostly changed when adults and others were involved until it eventually became more of his default. so like…. in the beginning we were really just two kids trying to naturally vibe before things got more fucky

selfship alphabet

#letters.#moot: sarah #ss: katsuki #cw stepcest

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sportsthoughts · 2 months

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It’s Sunday, so….BEER LEAGUE UPDATE!! Tonight eas another tie game, 2-2. So we’re 1-0-3. We really like ties, apparently.

The organization that this is through (HockeyFinder) has leagues in almost every state, but I’m from Minnesota which has by far the most. State of hockey, and all. It’s incredibly unusual that no one in my family played growing up. My older brother plays baseball (91 was randomly assigned to me at school, but I kept using it once I could choose because his baseball number is 19) but it’s a club team at his college just like mine. I like to give him a hard time cause he called me unathletic a lot growing up (the only sport I did past middle school is karate, and that’s not a team) and now we play sports at the same level, LMAO.

As is becoming typical, I skated half the game! It was tough the first time I did it but it gets more manageable every time. I’m used to having karate training 2-3 times a week and skating on my day off of work so I was already in decent shape. The first few practices at school nearly killed me though. I was not used to skating, much less with all that gear.

My highlight of tonight’s game was having a takeaway and then carrying that puck up the ice into the offensive zone! I’m getting better with having the puck…I don’t just hit it to the other team because I’m not looking up anymore. Lowlight was wiping out while getting ready for a face-off. I just fell with no contact whatsoever. Everyone got a good laugh out of that, including me. At school, big falls during practice get stick-taps, because falling generally means you’re pushing yourself. Who needs to be vertical to play hockey, right??

To answer your question from the last update, the Wild are my favorite team because I’m from MN, and Fleury is my favorite on that team. I yell his name in a terrible French accent any time he does anything because it amuses me and annoys my brother. But Sid is my favorite player overall, and the Pens are my second team. I have a lucky Crosby jersey that I wore for every game of their playoff push except for the Boston game (on accident). I’m pretty sure I was controlling fate via jersey. I never washed the jersey in all that time because that felt like the most Sid-like move. My goalie buddy’s favorite player of all time is Flower, so we find it funny that we completely coincidentally picked favorites that match our positions (forward and goalie) and also happen to be friends.

I am SO invested in these updates lol Congrats on your draw and the takeaway!

I am so impressed by the physical fitness it takes to skate for that long. Wow. I also love that you are unafraid to fall over and it's taken in good humour! It sounds like a really nice and supportive group.

I am so enchanted at the idea of hockey finder and have just spent about fifteen minutes clicking around the website deciding which game I'm going to join in my imagination. In my heart I will be at the women's pick up game at a place called Bloomington mostly because I like the sound of it and it says for beginners. That probably sounds so dumb but in the same way I think people dream of like... I don't know, coming to London and wandering around the landmarks I dream of Hockey In Small Town America. I have yet to convince my husband to come on a hockey holiday with me but I'll wear him down eventually.

You are inspiring me to look into whether there's any hockey I can watch near me though... I feel like there must be some in London...

Re: Flower I wholeheartedly understand your love. I missed the flower era in real time and have been reliving it through my ITR rewatch and oh my goodness. He's so delightful and I'm almost glad I missed seeing him be a penguin because I'm not sure I would have survived his trade. I am very glad he is well loved and appreciated by the Wild fans though!

Finally, I'm cracking up at your lucky sid jersey! You need to bring it back for this year please! The only thing I found that could accurately predict a win last season was me watching the game from the bathtub. I know that sounds bizarre, but every time I watched a game from the bath, we won, and won very well. Unfortunately, that only works with afternoon (evening for me) weekend games because taking a bath from midnight-2am on a weeknight isn't really it. Although as I write this I realise it's probably just that our old men played better earlier in the day because it wasn't too close to bedtime...

#anyway!#good luck for this week #beloved beer league anon

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ace-malarky · 6 months

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Breathe

In which Olizaar has a perfectly understandable reaction to his future being yanked violently out of the direction he thought it was going

(pertaining to things I Have Not Yet Written in the main story of this because it's really hard to have focus when your co-writer thinks the thing is dead lmao)

Olizaar sits in the corner of the closet and has to remind himself to breathe. Maybe he’d breathe anyway, but it gives him something to focus on.

Anything other than the fuss happening above his head.

Distantly, he hears a dragon roar. Promithio, probably. He’d always been more vocal about – everything.

Olizaar had thought he’d resigned himself to this reality, if not accepted it.

The door of the closet creaks open. Olizaar tenses but it’s only Kiri poking his head in.

The kid spots Olizaar – he hasn’t made much of an attempt to hide himself – and slips in, closing the door behind him. Mihin isn’t with him, and Olizaar is grateful for the drake’s absence. He doesn’t think he could take looking at a dragon right now.

Kiri clears himself a space to sit at an angle to Olizaar, feet close to touching.

Olizaar watches him, flinches at another roar, waits. Focuses on his breathing. Feels like he should be moving. He’s always moving. Olizaar never stops, normally. But here he is.

“He wasn’t pleased when they found me, either.” Kiri offers him a lip bitten smile. “I think I made the concept too real.

Olizaar frowns. “I didn’t intentionally do this. It was Nyssa’s cliff raptor that brought the egg out of its – whatever that was.”

Kiri shrugs. “And I didn’t intentionally bond with Mihin, but there you go.”

Olizaar shoots him a narrow look. “You’re different on your own.”

Kiri hesitates, then smiles. “Fewer people make it easier.”

“I meant without Mihin.”

“Ah.” Kiri looks down. “Well, that…”

“I don’t think Ishal – well, I can’t imagine her any different. I’ve only known her after she had Mals.”

“And now–”

“Don’t say it.” Olizaar cuts him off, holding up a hand. “Please.” His breath catches in his throat and Olizaar coughs like that would clear it.

“Sorry.” Kiri draws his knees up to his chest. “Maybe I’m not… I just thought…”

Olizaar flicks a glance at him and suppresses the flicker of irritation. He’s tired of – it isn’t fair.

Kiri shakes his head before Olizaar can say anything else, which is perhaps just as well.

One of the dragons roars. Not Promithio, Olizaar thinks. One of the others. They don’t roar nearly as often so it’s hard to say who it is.

“It doesn’t have to change you,” Kiri says. “But I think we change anyway. Having a dragon doesn’t make it out of nowhere, not… not really.”

“They just make it a different sort of change, right?” Olizaar laughs, the sound bitter. “And you can’t say no.”

“Maybe you could.”

“That would please Promithio.”

Kiri snorts. “He’d be affronted you didn’t want it.”

Olizaar tilts his head back against the wall. “Contrary son of a fuck,” he says, almost fond.

Kiri laughs.

Olizaar smiles in his direction. “Thanks.”

Kiri shrugs. “Anyone would’ve.”

Olizaar snorts. “You think the best of people too easily.”

“Isn’t it better too?”

“Don’t you get… disillusioned by people proving you wrong?”

Kiri tilts his head as he thinks. “People haven’t, on the whole.”

“Maybe you’re just a good judge of character then. You can tell who’s good for you.”

Kiri laughs. “Maybe.” He reaches out a foot to tap Olizaar’s. “That includes you, you know.”

Olizaar wrinkles his nose. “Sure.”

“No, listen, you can’t say my judgement is good in one breath and then doubt it in the next.”

“I said good, not infallible.” But Olizaar is laughing, and it finally feels as though the tension releases itself.

It’s at that moment, of course, that Ishal pokes her head around the door.

“There you are. Kiri was supposed to bring you back.”

“You didn’t specify after how long,” Kiri replies.

Ishal scoffs, clearly amused. “You two have spent too much time around each other.”

Olizaar forces a grin. “Bad influence, right?”

“No,” Ishal says. “It’s a good thing, Oli. You always will be.”

Olizaar avoids looking at anyone by using the moment to get to his feet.

Kiri scrambles to his feet. “Have they…?”

“Reached a decision?” Ishal asks. “Not exactly.”

“What does that mean?” Olizaar asks.

“That when the egg hatches, it will be the hatchling’s choice to be wild or bonded.”

“That’s… insane. So I just have to not be there when it hatches.”

“Have your eyes on a penta like mine?” Ishal reaches out as if to ruffle his hair, but Olizaar is just out of range.

Olizaar laughs at her. “Every boy’s dream, right?”

Kiri taps at Olizaar’s elbow. “And – listen, Promithio is – well, he’s not all bluster, but – I can stand with you, if you want.”

Olizaar does ruffle his hair, and Kiri submits to it with a sigh and a grin. “You really are the best of us.”

“Well–”

“No, he’s right,” Ishal says. “Now come on. They’re waiting.”

Olizaar steps close enough and grabs Ishal into a hug before she can instigate it. “Thanks,” he says, face pressed into her shoulder. He has to bend slightly, but it’s worth it.

“It’s Kiri did everything,” Ishal says into his arm. “Hey, Kiri, c’mere.”

He stutters out some kind of half-hearted excuse that doesn’t stop him stumbling in easily when Olizaar tugs him.

“Thanks,” Olizaar says into his hair.

“I didn’t do much,” Kiri mumbles.

Olizaar snorts and claps him on the back as they disengage. “Sometime you’re going to have to accept a compliment, you know?”

Ishal laughs and steps back out of the closet. “Come on.”

“Yeah,” Olizaar says. “Yeah, we can do this.”

Kiri bumps shoulders with him and smiles. “Just remember to breathe, right?”

Olizaar nods, squares his shoulders. “Right.” He leads the way back up the tunnels to where the dragons wait.

#writing pieces #four dragons #olizaar #kirisol hetal #ishal allor #I forget about this project frequently actually #it is so much a backburner #but hey if she ever responded to the letters.#(maybe it is better if she didn't. maybe some things are meant to disappear)#anyway. some of the characters obvs still pop up on the list of prompts #a lot of the earlier prompts are actually four dragons I think?#I did a lot with Pri/Zer/Ilse/Ari to explain how they got to the whole school thing #but yeah. real hard to care when your co-writer doesn't #she brought it up when I said ''hey fuck roleplay'' and then we haven't spoken about it since obviously #is this because we haven't really spoken since?#probably. this is on both of us but also this is. uh. yeah anyway-#writing!!#Oli's having a great time!!#maybe I should steal him for another project. Some of these guys are very fun. they would be great in mist worlds. oh maybe wyverns!!#that translates!!#hm thoughts

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phobia-sweets · 2 years

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Request: "OKAY I JUST SAW YOu put arkhamverse jervis on your requests and omg- i'm sorry it's only been a few minutes since you did and now here's a req for him-

♡ 22 “Can I take a picture of you?” with arkhamverse jervis please? maybe reader likes taking pictures of people they find interesting, so they can draw them later on? have a great day/night!"

I LOVED THE ENTHUSIASM ON THIS REQUEST SO MUCH---

I was very,,, indecisive with this. I had a lot of ideas, and settling with something was hard and it turned into a mess lmao. I'm not very proud of this, but hey, i did my best and i had fun writing this!

Arkhamverse! Mad hatter x reader

Warnings / Notes: I CANNOT RHYME FOR THE LIFE OF ME, i didnt know how to end this properly so i hope this is good enough, this is my first time writing arkhamverse jervis so i hope its not ooc, not proofread

When artblock hits, what’s the best way to get rid of it? Well, there’s a lot of ways, but you decided traveling was the way to go. Not far, mind you, just the next city over - Gotham. Sure, Gotham might be dangerous and corrupt, but it was full of interesting people. You weren’t too familiar with the villains and their shticks, but you knew to be careful, just in case something did happen. What did your friend tell you to do? Ah, yes. “Don’t draw too much attention to yourself” and “Don’t make friends with strangers.”

And so, Here you were in the middle of amusement mile, alone, people watching in hopes of inspiration. So far, it had not been successful. Sure, some people had great outfits, the amusement park would've made for a great landscape but... it just didn't feel right. You needed something… more. Something that piqued your interest. Something unique.

That's when you spotted... is that a top hat? It was a man! Wearing something thay could've been described as something straight out of a story. Maybe not a fairytale - the colours were too dark for that, but a story nonetheless. Your eyes were practically glued to him as he walked past the colourful booths full of cotton candy and popcorn. Before you knew it, you were up from the bench with your bag, slowly walking towards him as he was stood outside a small confectionery.

Then you stopped. “What am I doing?”, you thought, gaze still glued to the man. If your friend saw you right now, they’d probably be dragging you out for even thinking of conversing with the man. But then again, They’re not here, are they? What is stopping you? Nothing. Except, well, the fact that when you saw his face, you swore you’d seen him somewhere. Maybe he was a vill-

You brushed off that thought, Because, well, what’s the chance of you running into a villain right now? Zero. Nada. You breathed in the cold autumn air, and walked towards the man. You lightly tapped his shoulder, making him turn around to face you. "Hey, can i take a picture of you?” You managed to ask, hand tightly gripping your phone. Before he managed to answer, you started explaining yourself. “I’m an artist and I… like drawing people that I find interesting. And you- well- you stood out, and wanted to draw you…” your hesitance quickly faded away as his hands clasped together and he practically beamed at you.

“Oh dear, How frabjous! It truly would be an honour to be your muse, Rabbit.” He slightly bowed, and you finally noticed the ‘10/6’ slip on his hat. Clever. The mad hatter.

The mad hatter.

Oh.

You swore you’ve heard that name going around a few times the past few hours, and.. this is the guy they’ve been talking about? He didn’t seem all that dangerous. If anything, he seemed sweet.

“Ah, thank you, I suppose-- Let’s go somewhere with better lighting, yes? It’ll be easier to see the details of your clothes that way.” You suggested, walking towards the merry-go-round, which happened to be the place with the most… decent lighting in the place. You took your pictures, and he was very talkative. You noticed he spoke in rhymes a lot, which was sort of… precious, in a way. Your photo session was interrupted by your phone ringing loudly due to your friend calling. You excused yourself quickly with a “Sorry, I gotta take this. Thank you for helping me!” And walking away. Honestly, your friend would’ve probably punched you for the stuff you pulled, but hey, you got your inspiration. You stopped by the ferris wheel, talking with them. They were just worried about you – You were in Gotham, alone, after all. You somehow managed to convince them that, no, you had not been kidnapped into a riddle-filled death trap or had your back broken, momentarily easing their worries. Once done, you put your phone back in your pocket, Turning around and meeting the hatter’s gaze, making you jump.

“Oh my god, you scared me.” You sighed, holding your hand to your chest. This made his expression turn into one of worry, as he apologised,

“Apologies, apologies, dear rabbit! I just wish to know, Would you care to join me for tea?”

#jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter x reader #arkhamverse mad hatter x reader

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what-the-fic-khr · 2 years

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Reading all your writing has been so fun, thank you for such a lovely event!!! If it's still okay, I'd like to request Aria + neck please?

hi anon it’s been. an embarrassing amount of time lmao I am so so sorry holy shit hooooly shit bit for a while I was wiped out. it’s almost like writing so many of those in one month causes burnout haha! also family events and whatnot. but alas, I pull through. I love Aria. I love her I’m so sad she was never really introduced fully in the manga the way she was in the anime. anyways reminder that these requests are uhhhh from the event in November of 2021 (god that’s embarrassing) and I’m just filling out the remaining requests from it lol. the masterlist is linked

character/s: aria, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 424

warnings: alludes to you having slept with her

prompt: aria + neck (body bonanza)

It was bright when you woke up. The window was open, and there was a gentle breeze that brushed across your skin.

You looked around the room a little, and it was in your shuffling and your yawn that you felt the bed dip with another’s weight.

“Good morning.”

You had covered your mouth with the back of your hand, and you squinted a bit, tears from the yawn blurring your vision. You still knew who it was.

“Mornin’.”

Aria smiled, expression warm as she watched you slowly wake up. “You’re cute when you wake up after such a heavy sleep.”

“Who’s to blame for it…?”

Slender fingers slid across your neck, up your throat and around so her palm could rest on the dip between your neck and shoulder. The purples, greens and blues beneath her hand painted such a lovely picture that she couldn’t help but admire.

“You proud of your work?”

An amused smile pulled at her lips, her eyes flicking back up to yours and you lost yourself in the deep water of her gaze, almost lulled back to sleep with the gentle waves.

“Yes, a bit. Will you be alright? You won’t be left alone.”

“You don’t sound worried.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Ah, straight to the chase with her when she felt like teasing. “Just curious?”

“I think they’d give you some grilling too, wouldn’t they?” You wondered. “No other way they’d get there, right?”

Aria hummed low in her throat, running her thumb against your skin, back and forth. She could see you starting to nod off, so she applied a little pressure to her thumb, to your throat.

You huffed softly at this, head tilting to the side, hair mussing up against the pillow beneath your head. “If you want me to get up, you need to get off.”

Aria was slow, but stood. The feeling of her hand against your skin, sliding away, left a chill in her absence. Just for a second.

“It’ll be a slow day today. You should get up.” She tapped your stomach, or the blanket over you anyways, as she turned and made her way across her room. “Perhaps we could go out somewhere today?”

“Oh? Well, I suppose I can do that, then.”

Her laughter ringing through you as she left the room made you lightheaded. You slid a hand up your own neck and pushed down on some of the bruises to test their tenderness before sitting, the blanket bunching around your waist.

The things she did to you…

#thank you anon for this request in bloody. 2021 wow #I’m so sorry #like I can make excuses but wow #ask #khr #mine #katekyo hitman reborn #khr imagines #katekyo hitman reborn imagines #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #khr x reader #aria #aria x reader #aria has no shorthand smh #body bonanza #thank you anon!!!!!#requests #events

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dnightshade0 · 2 years

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Vampire ghost possessed lance and the selfie prank!

If you like this, leave a comment and/or send feedback.

A pic based off my vampire selfie prank skit I did a while back.

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V Lance tries adjusting to living in lance’s body (temporarily mind you) while learning more about lance threw the other paladins, V also discovers the strange object in lance’s coat pocket.

Pidge explains what it is (it’s a cell phone X3 ) and tells V how it works.

It is threw pidge that V discovers the camera app and starts playing with it endlessly.

And of course, V has fun taking sexy selfie pics while in lance’s body (taking pics of themselves in nothing but boxers XD)

Then one day, V comes across Keith in the lounge fast asleep.

The evil vampire gears start turning in V’s head (or more accurately, lance’s head)

V pulls out a marker and starts doodling on Keith face.

After they finish, they take a selfie of themselves with the sleeping red paladin, then runs off giggling maniacally.

V finds pidge in the dinning room, typing away on her laptop.

V Lance: HAY PIDGE! Is there a way to send pictures to other people on these “cell phones”?

Pidge looks up and confirms.

Pidge: yeah, their called picture text messages.

Then proceeds to explains to V just how to send them.

After the explanation, V follows pidge’s instructions and sends the selfie to pidge’s phone.

Pidge pulls out her phone. She looks at the picture in confusion and amusement.

Pidge: what the? Lol what is this?

V Lance: I call it a “selfie prank” 😁

Pidge: lol nice! Does Keith know you did that?

V Lance: I’ll let you know when he wakes up XD hehehe

Not five seconds later, Keith comes into the room, still waking up and seemingly oblivious to the state of his face.

Keith: hay, have you guys seen Shiro?

Pidge and V look at each other then back at Keith. V trying to hold back a snicker while pidge just tries to keep a straight face.

Pidge: last I checked, he was on the bridge, talking to Allura.

Keith: thanks.

Keith then walks out. Still oblivious to what V did to his face.

After he leaves, V and pidge burst into a fit of laughter.

Pidge: OMG! Keith still doesn’t realize!

V Lance: I’m surprised you didn’t tell him hehe.

Pidge: it’ll be funnier when he finds out for himself. Lol

V Lance: my only regret is that I won’t be able to see the look on his face XD

Pidge: oh I can help with that >:D

Pidge starts typing away on her laptop. She hacks into the castleship’s security feeds and they both watch Keith on camera as he walks towards the bridge.

Keith enters the bridge to find Shiro and Allura.

Keith: hay Shiro! I need to talk to you.

Shiro: sure Keith, what’s u-! (Shiro turns around and his face turns from neutral to confusion as he takes in Keith’s appearance. Or more accurately, his face XD )

Uhhh Keith?… what happened to your face?

Keith: huh?

At this moment, Allura turns to look at Keith as well.

Allura: Keith, what on Altea did you do to your face?! Is this some kind of war paint?

Keith looks at them both in confusion.

Keith: my face? What are you talking about???

Allura then pulls out a pocket mirror and hands it to Keith.

Keith looks at his reflection and both V And pidge both start to giggle as they watch his reaction.

Keith: …WHAT THE HECK?!

While this was happening, V gets a brilliant idea.

V Lance: OMG! I just thought of how we can make this ten time funnier! 😁

Then pulls out lance’s cell phone and starts tapping away.

Pidge: what are you doing?

V Lance: aaaaand send! :D

Just as V says that, they watch as Keith gets a ping on his cell phone.

He pulls it out and looks at the screen.

They both watch in amusement as Keith’s face morphs from confusion, to shock, to anger in the span of three seconds. And then..

Keith: V I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!! 🤬

He then charges out of the bridge.

Pidge: LMAO DID YOU JUST SEND THE PIC TO KEITH?! XD

V Lance: yep hehe XD

A second later, Keith bursts into the dinning room, nostrils flaring and glaring daggers at V.

Keith: YOUR DEAD BLOODSUCKER! YOU HEAR ME?! YOUR DEAD!

V Lance: LATER PIDGE! LOL XD

V jumps over the table and runs out of the room with Keith hot on their tail, laughing like a madman the whole way.

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #voltron lance #voltron keith #lance mcclain #lance #vampire lance #keith kogane #Keith #incorrect voltron quotes

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swedemoved · 4 years

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we good? is this fandom behaving now? are we done sending nasty anons to people?

#taps watch. i’m not amused lmao #i’m tentatively popping on here bc i miss christine a LOT #and i’m considering archiving and moving again #tw negative #tw anon hate #tw drama #ask to tag/

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foli-vora · 2 years

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there’s always tomorrow

steven grant x f!reader

Summary: Steven needed a wingman. Or maybe he already had one, he just didn't know it.

Word count: just over 1.4k

Warnings: it's just fluff everywhere

A/N: my first fic for Moon Knight and i'm so excited! was originally going to wait to share my MK fics but oh well lmao. i hope you guys enjoy! let me know what you think x

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It’s not that he was scared, he just… never had the time. You know, he’d be running late, as per usual, knowing Donna was no doubt hanging around to note his tardiness and give him a talking to. After work he had Gus to see to, needed to call mum and let her know about his day—and plus, you had a life.

You had work, you had other interests, you… you just seemed very interested in your book whenever his eyes would find you through the crowd, or… or you were watching the passers-by on the street—he’d hate to drag your attention away from them. Sure you got off at the same stop, but you had places you needed to be. He shouldn’t keep you from them.

Okay, so maybe he was a little intimidated. Not intimidated by you, no. You were—you were lovely. All sweet smiles for the other passengers, wonderfully kind to the elderly lady you helped onto the bus on the odd occasion. No, it was just the situation he was intimidated by, but not scared.

He’d do it one day. Yeah, one day. The day he felt you both had time for a little chit chat before starting your days. Maybe when the bus wasn’t so crowded. Maybe when it was a bit sunnier. Maybe… maybe—

So perhaps… maybe… he was just a little bit scared. But there was nothing wrong with that. Fear of the unknown, fear of rejection—it was all normal. He just needed to work on his nerve.

He waits for the others before stepping off the bus, fumbling with his travel mug before it could slip from his fingers when his shoulder brushes against someone else's. It’s immediate to want to apologise, but the words die on his tongue when he notices who he had grazed.

“Hiya,” he murmurs with a small smile, heart thundering away as your face turns towards him.

“You ‘lright?” You return softly, lips curling upwards and blessing him with a smile sure to stay in his mind for the rest of the day before you’re turning away and going off in an opposite direction, rushing as well as you could in your pencil skirt and heels.

He watches you go, his hand clutching his travel cup to his chest, and he barely notices the people shoving past him.

Yeah… he’d ask you one day, just not today. There’s always tomorrow.

It feels like any other day—he runs for the bus; he sways in the crowded vehicle, eyes fluttering as he fights the sweet temptation of sleep with the constant back and forth movement of the bus; he almost drops his travel mug in his haste to get off the bus… but the finger tapping his shoulder is different than usual.

He turns, wondering if he had knocked someone without realising and braces for some kind of morning verbal assault—

But it’s you.

“Hiya,” he mutters, somewhat breathless.

The corner of your lips twitch before you speak, and when you do he can’t help the pure confusion that runs through his system.

“Do you want to go out with me?”

He probably hit his head getting off the bus. Yeah, that’s more probable than the chance of having you—you—in front of him and asking him on a date. Leave it to him to make an arse out of himself.

Your brows rise when he remains silent and he tries not to choke on the saliva he swallows in his haste to reply.

“Oh! Oh. Um… you sure?”

Amusement pulls at your features and you giggle quietly, dropping your eyes to the floor but then stealing what little breath he had left in his lungs when you gaze at him from under your lashes.

“You’re funny.”

He watches you reach a hand into your pocket and then hold out a piece of folded lined paper. Is it—no. It can’t be what he thinks it is, what he hopes it is. He takes it carefully, eyes flickering between the paper and your eyes.

“Call me?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Absolutely.” He stutters, cradling the bit of paper to his chest and watching the smile widen on your face.

Your hand rests on his arm and he swears he could feel the warmth of your hand through the layers separating you. Heat washes through his system and his heart flies off into a wild beat, his stomach flipping from the pleasant pressure of your touch.

He freezes when you lean forward, anxious that if he moved in the slightest way the daydream would be shattered and he’d startle awake from dozing off on someone’s backpack.

Lips press gently against his cheek, and then you smile softly at him, uttering a quiet goodbye, before turning and walking away. The travel mug falls from his hand as it flies up to touch where you had delivered the kiss, uncaring as it clatters loudly to the ground, his fingertips too busy brushing where his skin burns.

“Wh—” he spins, wild eyes taking in his surroundings and the people who continue to go on with their day before swallowing the victorious cry threatening to break free from his lips.

Not a dream. It’s bloody real. Real.

“Blimey. ‘lright then.” He exhales sharply, unable to stop the pull of a smile and quickly dives for his cup, dusting off the specks of dirt and tucking your number safely into the pocket of his shirt.

He checks that pocket every ten minutes of the day while he works, both comforted and surprised by the barely there feel of paper through the material.

The previous evening.

“I know you.”

A voice melts in your ear over the bustle of pub patrons around you, and you turn towards who had spoken, a timid smile immediately pulling at your lips when your eyes roll over the familiar face of your mystery bus crush.

You’d been sold the day he stumbled onto the bus, curls soaked and wild from the rain hammering the streets. He’d stood amongst the crowd, dripping onto the bus floor and cringing with every wet squeak of his shoe. You’d lost count of the amount of times your gaze had had to quickly dive to meet the words on the pages of the book in your hands to not be caught staring by him.

The mornings came and went and often you’d find your gaze drawn to him, smiling softly in amusement whenever you found him dosing off on the person in front of him. He looked like he struggled with sleep, the dark bags ever present beneath his eyes.

He looks a bit more put together under the warm lights of the pub, and you chalk it up to not being a morning person. You couldn’t blame him—you hated the early starts too.

You pull together what confidence you could, thrilled by the idea of finally speaking to him. “And I know you.”

“Do me a favour.”

You notice how it comes across as a demand rather than a request, and you humour his words with a playful smile.

“Depends,” you return easily, heart beating just that little harder against your chest as he brushes against you, leaning his side on the bar.

“Ask me out tomorrow.”

A fast warmth builds and washes under the skin of your cheeks and you giggle, fingers running along the rim of your glass as you meet his gaze.

“What?”

He shrugs, “I never have the nerve in the morning.”

You can’t help the pleasant surprise that crosses your face at his words. He liked you, too? How long had he been wanting to ask you out? Your stomach flips in excitement, teeth digging into the soft skin of your bottom lip as you watch his hardened features. He seems more confident than usual this evening, and you chalk it up to a bit of liquid courage.

“Well why don’t you do it now?”

“Wouldn’t be the same.”

A frown of confusion pulls at your brows but it melts away when he flashes a quick smirk. Alright, you’d play his little game, as odd as it is.

“And you won’t say no?” You ask carefully, worry tugging at your chest.

He snorts, harsh and amused. “No.”

You laugh again, gaze dropping to the bar as you try to school your expression into something casual while your heart thrums wildly against your ribcage. Your eyes flick up back to meet his, and you nod softly.

“Okay. I’ll ask you out tomorrow.”

He straightens immediately. “Good. Buenos noches, hermosa.”

Tags. (I've tagged the ones who showed an interest in my tag form replies and ones i think might be interested, if you want on/off just let me know!)

Marc/Steven/Jake tag list: @acourtofsnakes, @greeneyedblondie44, @hope-for-the-best-98, @fangirl-316, @itswanktime, @stevenmylove, @ruhro7, @juletheghoul, @you-got-me-starry-eyed

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kiesluver · 2 years

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paring(s): rafe cameron x fem!reader

warning(s): car sex, public sex, unprotected sex ( wrap it up before you tap it up kids, ) breeding kink, praise, men moaning!? 😍, and slight degradation.

heads up: this does have lower case intended and is slightly edited! so please ignore any grammar & spelling errors! hope you enjoy though cause this is my first ever time writing smut LMAO.

i’m gonna cry this is embarrassing to write.. just enjoy for my sake.

— I sat next to Kiara, red solo cup filled with strawberry beer in my hands watching the bright orange flames rise up towards the air. I was at one of the keggers that was currently being hosted, surrounded by multiple friends and alcohol. car doors slammed, making me jump and my friends looking towards the people coming. Rafe Cameron and his little “ crew, ” but honestly I was staring at Rafe the entire time, not having a single care in the world if anybody saw me admire him.

“ they’re disgusting. ” Kie shook her head, “ god I hate them, ” jj shook his head in disgust as well taking a sip from his beer. Rafe took notice into my staring, cockily smirking and sending me subtle glances. god he’s gorgeous.

“ i’m gonna go get a refill, ” I excused myself, even though my cup was still halfway full. I walked towards the drinks, quickly pouring the rest out making sure nobody noticed so I can refill it once again.

“ trying to escape your little friends? ” that familiar cocky voice asks with a slight rasp in his voice, “ you could say that. ”

“ mm, I saw you eyeing me down. ” he let out a low chuckle, I turned around so I can face him. “ can’t keep your eyes off me, even with your little pogue friends around, huh? ”

“ maybe- ” I was cut off to Rafe grabbing my cup from my hands, “ you fucking bitch, ” he threw my cup down in the sand. “ what?.. ” I furrowed my brows looking at the tall musclier figure behind him.

oh. that explained it. it was the fucking pogues.

“ leave her alone rafe, ” jj demanded, “ or what? ” Rafe challenged him, turning around to face each other. “ Rafe I swear to god i’ll fuck you up. ” jj laughed, trying to get rafe to man up and act all dominant. “ relax maybank . this pretty girl was just giving me a drink, right? ” he quirked his eyebrow, almost challenging me when I tried to grab another solo cup.

“ you make me gag cameron. ” I put my hand on my hip and deny giving him the empty solo cup. “ what do you mean by that, l/n? ” he stepped closer, tilting his head. he watched my features as my eyes widened, lips pulling into a smirk and trying to keep in a flustered chuckle.

I saw Kiara come up towards the three of us, “ okay cameron you had your fun we’re leaving now. ” Kiara tried pulling me away, but honestly I didn’t wanna leave. I stared into his eyes that were amused by me, I sent him a quick glance to his truck. he got the memo surprisingly. “ Uhm, actually, I left my phone in my car, i’ll be right back, ” I waved, quickly walking away towards rafes truck.

“ so we all saw her phone in her back pocket, right? ” john b looked at the rest of them.“ yeah, ” pope nodded, “ something’s up. ”

— I snuck to rafes truck, opening the back door and pulling myself into the seat. I unbuttoned my jean shorts and began to unbutton my shirt. the door opened, rafe quickly getting into his truck. “ hey, ” he smiled, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer. his lips collided with mine, his hands helping me unbutton my shirt.

“ hi, ” I giggled, now only in my panties and bra. I straddled him, slipping off his polo shirt. his hands traveled down my bare skin, sending shivers down my spin. his lips quickly found my sweet spot since he had memorized it from a long time ago. “ we gotta be quick, baby. they’ll suspect something.

“ since when do you lost long with me princess? ” rafe pulled down his swim trunks. I gulped as I felt his large hands tug on my panties and aiming them towards the side. his finger sliding across my folds. glancing up at me, my eyes pleading and hands gripping his tanned chest. “ please baby, ” I whisper, “ fuck me. ” his cocky smirk showed through again, teasing you with the tip of his dick inside me. I lift my hips up when his size starts to feel a little overwhelming.

“ be a good girl and take this dick. ” he demanded, he held my hips still, his cold rings digging into my skin as he bucked his hips letting out a loud groan. I slowly lowered my body onto his dick again until he fully inside me, filling me entirely. “ good girl, ” he praised, one hand still on my hip and the other higher up my torso.

“ r- rafe! ” I moaned, bouncing up and down slowly and quickly picking up my pace as the only sound you can hear right now is the muffled music from outside, skin slapping, and grunts and moans with the car slightly shaking. I held onto his arms, letting out more whines and groans. he made me face him, digging his finger nails into my hips as I continued to bounce on his dick. “ mmm.. f- fu- k ”

“ use your words, baby, ” he encouraged, while his hand had a firm grip on my ass. “ shit baby, you’re doing so fucking good, ” rafe moaned, “ shit.. you feel so fucking good baby. ” Rafe groaned, throwing his head back watching as I tiredly rode him. “ such a fucking slut for my cock, huh? ”

I nodded in response, biting my bottom lip as he forces me to keep eye contact with him when he starts to take over. my hands wrapping around his waist, his hips bucking into mine. “ shit shit shit! ” I cursed, “ rafeee! you’re so fucking big! ” my hands tangle in his dirty blonde locks. “ you’re gonna make me cum! ”

“ mmmhmm, i’m gonna make my pretty girl cum all over my cock. ” he agrees, my whimpering moans fueling his ego. he quickly stroked into me, my legs beginning to shake. “ fuck rafe, can I cum? please? I can’t hold it in anymore! ” I begged into his chest, his hands massaging my ass.

“ cum for me princess, all over my big cock. ” he gives me permission, slapping my ass while my whole body shakes into his arms. “ shitt! ” I screamed, “ i’m fucking cumming!! ” next thing I know and I came all over his thick cock riding out my orgasm. he continued to stroke in and out of me, feeling his orgasm approach next. my shaking body, tightening my pussy just for him. “ i’m gonna cum, princess. ” rafe groaned, “ cum in me, ” i blurted, “ please. ” the boy nodded, “ say less. ”

I felt his liquid in me, creating a warm feeling in my stomach. “ holy fuck. ” I panted out, pulling away from him to go on the passenger seat. “ baby? ” I whispered, barely being able to keep my eyes open. “ mhm? ” he sighed, knowing he would have to go back to the party, without me by his side. “ I wanna go to bed, ” I whined, “ can we just go back to your house? we can take a nap, then round two? ”

Rafe let out a low chuckle. exactly what he was thinking. “ of course princess. let’s get out of here. ”

— “ i’m never unseeing that. ” pope covered his eyes, scared from the little bit he saw. his best friend, and rafe cameron having sex.

“ I can’t believe they’re hooking up ” kie shook her head in disbelief.

“ I thought they hated each other, ” john b says.

“ well at least that gagging comment makes sense now. ” jj states.

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luvsellie · 3 years

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DARKEST LITTLE PARADISE

pairing druig x fem!reader

wc 4.1k

requested ? yes

note i got a LOT of requests so i decided to combine a few of them, hope you guys don’t mind :) i recommend playing don't blame me by taylor swift since i listened to that on repeat as i wrote this lmao and bold italics are flashbacks !!

“so, we have to go find the others and put an end to the emergences,” sersi finished, watching your back still at the kitchen sink, dish in hand. in silence, you turned off the tap, placed the plate on the drying rack, and turned to face your long-time friend as you wiped your hands with a towel.

you looked at sersi, at sprite and ikaris and kingo and thena and gilgamesh, biting the inside of your cheek. there were seven of you in your house right now, which meant you still had to find phastos, makkari, and druig. you were somewhat thrilled about seeing the former two friends, but facing druig...the male you had spent an eternity pining over...you weren’t so fond of the idea.

“does ajak know you stole that?” druig’s familiar accent made you turn around, eyes narrowing at the dark-haired eternal just before he snatched the red artifact from your hands. he pretended to be interested in the antique book, flipping through the yellowed pages as he dodged your incoming hands.

you shook your head, trying to take back the novel with little success. “no. and she doesn’t need to know, so don’t even think about telling her.”

druig looked at you, tilting his head to the side as he said, “my beautiful, beautiful y/n, i’m hurt that you think i’m a snitch.”

“you’re more a flirt than a snitch,” you muttered, letting your hands fall slack by your sides. “now please give me the damn book, druig.”

“what do i get in return?” the male questioned, the smirk on his face growing. he held the book to his chest as he waited for your answer.

you jutted a hip out and placed a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow as you remarked, “a clear conscious. now give me the book, or i’m gonna-”

“or you’re gonna what?” druig jeered, daring you to finish the intended threat.

“or i’m going to tell ajak that you interfered with a fight today at a bar,” you said, nodding in confirmation.

druig’s eyebrows rose, and he took a few steps closer to you, amused at your pathetic warning. “am i supposed to be scared of that? ajak already knows i deal with their quarrels, love. it’s nothing new.”

you took your bottom lip between your teeth as you searched your mind for something else to say, and you had failed to notice that druig had practically cornered you against the stone wall.

“how about this; if i give the book back, you have to walk with me, first thing in the morning for three weeks. we wouldn’t be going far, just to the markets and stalls, maybe even the gardens if you’re up for it,” druig said, letting the offer hang in the air.

“deal,” you said almost immediately, grabbing the book from his outstretched hands without a second thought.

“i’ll go,” you decided, finally giving in to helping your friends. they needed you and you knew it. hanging up the hand towel, you asked, “who are we tracking down next?”

“someone i think you’d be rather excited to see,” you heard kingo muse from your dining table, taking a sip of the tea you had prepared earlier.

groaning, you massaged the bridge of your nose, wondering why the universe wasn’t on your side today. “why can’t we go get phastos instead?”

“because we have to cross an ocean to get to him. druig, however, isn’t too far from here,” sersi said. ikaris nodded along with her.

you sighed deeply, crossing your arms over your chest. “well, then let’s get this reunion over with, i suppose.”

“it’s so humid,” sprite complained beside you, fanning herself with a hand as she walked. “it’s sticky and hot and i don’t like it.”

“jesus fucking christ, i couldn’t agree more,” you grumbled, smacking your arm for the fifth time in ten minutes. “these bugs are killing me. who knew immortality didn’t come with free mosquito passes.”

“it’s not so bad,” kingo tried to suggest, but as the words came out he swatted at his face, wriggling in his spot as he tried to dodge a bug you couldn’t see.

you watched as karun video-taped his boss flinging himself around, yelling at the videographer to help get the bugs off. sprite and sersi’s giggles filled your ears as you smiled in amusement. ikaris, however, told everyone to get a move on, his expression that of stone.

the laughs died down afterward, and everyone returned to finding the supposed village where druig lived, which happened to be smack dab in the middle of the amazon forest. the journey to where you were right now had not been a pleasant one, and you didn’t know how much you would miss running water and air conditioning until you stepped out of kingo’s private jet.

as the seven, well, eight of you, including karun, traveled deeper into the forest, you suddenly got the feeling of being followed, your stomach dropping and ears perking for any noise that wasn’t mother nature or someone you were traveling with.

stopping in your tracks, thena halted a few feet ahead of you, looking at you over her shoulder. “what’s wrong?”

her question made other people stop where they were, their attention turning to you.

“it’s nothing, i’m being paranoid,” you insisted, realizing that your subconscious was probably just trying to avoid anything to do with druig.

“no, what’s wrong?” gilgamesh asked, taking a step in your direction, stealing a glance at thena as he did.

hesitating, you said, “i feel like we’re being followed.” as the others exchanged glances you rushed to assure them that it was most likely nothing but your mind and body playing tricks on you. “it’s fine, though. i guess i’m just nervous to confront druig after so long.”

“remind me again why i have to do this every day for three weeks?” you whined to druig, kicking at the rocks that littered the sandstone path. “it’s only the second day and it’s just as boring as it was yesterday. you could’ve asked for anything else and you chose this.” you waved your arms in the air for emphasis.

druig chuckled at your clear boredom. “you wanted that book back, remember? and besides, i could use a little company on my walks.”

“who would’ve thought the ‘great druig’ ever got lonely,” you scoffed, finding what he had just told you hard to believe.

“it’s true!” druig exclaimed, shooting you a quick smile as he spoke. “plus, it’s nice to have someone to talk to, even if they are complaining the entire time.” a pointed look came your way.

“fine, fine. i will try to enjoy this,” you said, looking around as the sun started to peek over the tall buildings, basking the city in the morning light.

the rest of the walk into the marketplace was filled with arm-brushes and small talk, mostly druig teasing you about anything and everything. you started to enjoy his presence (more than you already had) and noticed how much you smiled around him, your stomach doing flips every time he flashed you a grin or even just said your name, liking the way it rolled off his tongue.

“oh this is absolutely beautiful,” you sighed, hand reaching out to touch the silver pendant that was hanging from a vendor’s stall. the woman who ran the stall was busy helping someone else, trying to sell a woven bracelet made from horse hair to a gruff-looking man.

druig smiled at the way your eyes lit up. “then get it. silver looks beautiful on your skin tone.”

“ i don’t know,” you said, retracting your hand from the necklace. “ajak said to stop spending my money on things i’d just lose the next day.”

“well, if you’re not going to buy it, then will you go grab us something to eat? i missed breakfast this morning,” druig asked, watching as you nodded and walked off in the direction of the food stalls.

as soon as he couldn’t see you anymore, druig reached for the pendant, taking it from its display station. he turned to the seller, watching as she happily told the man she had been talking to earlier to come back soon, and approached him with a smile.

“hello, i apologize for the wait, sir,” the sales-woman compensated, taking the piece of jewelry from his hands. “will this be all?”

druig nodded, and he quickly paid for the pendant, not wanting you to come back while he was purchasing the silver relic. after he had finished, parting ways with the sweet vendor, he went off looking for you, the necklace laced through a loop attached to his suit.

he found your back turned to him, chatting with a vendor as they handed you two skewers of grilled maize with a kind face.

“thank you so much,” he heard you say before he braced a hand on each of your shoulders, pulling you back just enough for him to get his head over your left shoulder, startling you.

“there you are, my dear,” druig mused as the faltered smile on your face returned back to its original one. “i got you something.”

“i actually got you something too, per request,” you said, following your companion to an open space. “i hope you like maize because it was the only option they had.”

as you went to hand him one of the two skewers you had purchased, he held up a hand. “hold on, i want to give you yours first.”

“oh,” you said simply. “alright. but what do i do about the food in my hands?”

druig laughed at your question. “just hold it, darling. and close your eyes too.”

giving him a skeptical look, you hesitantly shut your lids. “this is making me nervous, druig, i don’t like it.”

“calm down,” he assured with a smile you couldn’t see, stepping behind you and unclasping the necklace before reaching his arms around the base of your neck. you jumped at the foreign feeling, groaning when druig laughed.

“what are you doing to me?” you questioned, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. druig stayed quiet, and let the pendant rest against your chest as he clasped it around your neck, grinning as you let out an, “oh.”

“you can open your eyes now,” he told you, watching as you turned to face him, looking down at the new piece of jewelry on your neck. his mouth started to turn downwards when you didn’t react immediately. “what’s wrong? do you not like it?”

“no, no, it’s not that,” you promised, looking back up at him. “it’s just that...no one’s ever done anything like this for me. druig, thank you, i love it.”

nodding, druig smiled again. “good, i’m glad you like it. now,” he reached out and took one of the skewers from you, “i can take that.”

“still be on guard, though,” ikaris warned, scanning the trees around you all before continuing any further. in silence, you all followed him, everyone’s eyes on the forest.

not much longer, sprite pointed out a roof up ahead, and soon, later, you all stepped into a small village. the one that belonged to druig, you weren’t exactly sure.

the eight of you all started to look around, karun filming while kingo narrated and pointed at the buildings. you, though, walked up to a pair of children playing with straw-made dolls, gaining their attention to ask a few questions.

when the little girl on the right looked up at you, a joyful smile splaying on her lips, the easing expression on your face dropped as you stared at familiar gold eyes.

he’s here, you realized instantly, your throat starting to close up. walking backward, you looked around you, at the same pair of eyes that everyone in the village shared. what threw you off, even more than you already were, was that they were all staring at the strangers in their home, or, more specifically, you.

“oh, fuck me,” you cursed under your breath, flinching when a set of pale-colored doors opened to your left, revealing the person you really had no intention of seeing again before this whole fiasco started.

walking out with a smug smile, druig locked eyes with you. “well look who finally decided to come visit.”

too dumbfounded to speak, you heard someone cough on your right when only stillness remained in the air. realizing it was sprite, you felt her nudge your shoulder, silently urging you to say something.

“we, uh, we need your help,” you managed to say, standing a little straighter. the awkwardness in the air felt absolutely suffocating.

“you’re gonna have to make me,” druig challenged, looking up at ikaris, daring the taller male to make a move on him.

beside phastos, you watched in horror at what was happening. with the screams and shouts and gunshots, you couldn’t tell if you were more scared of the genocide happening around you or the threats exchanged within your family.

you understood why druig wanted to end the wars and issues between the humans, but you also knew that they needed to sort it out on their own. after all, you were just sent here to protect them from the deviants, not assist them in their relationships with each other.

ikaris took a step back from druig with a scoff, looking back at ajak, hoping she would somehow handle the situation.

“i’m ending this,” you heard druig say to no one in particular, stepping up to the edge of the temple, eyes already burning a bright gold. you didn’t have to see the swords and other weapons drop to know that they did.

as druig started to descend down the steps, you called out to him, rushing to where he had once been. he looked back up at you, eyes no longer the blue you had come to adore over centuries together.

“don’t go,” you pleaded, not knowing what else to say to get him to stay. you knew you couldn’t follow him to wherever he was going, not wanting to interfere with human affairs. it felt wrong, no matter how much you hated to see it. you’d grown accustomed to ignoring the human problems, and you wondered why druig hadn’t.

he extended a hand. “come with me.”

tears started to stream down your cheeks as you shook your head, taking a step back. you couldn’t just abandon your family.

“come with me,” druig repeated, the words strained. he reached out his hand further, silently begging you to take it. when you only shook your head again, he let his arm fall back to his side. he opened his mouth to speak when you cut him off.

“don’t even think about trying to control me druig, or, i swear it, there will be nothing but hatred for you in my heart,” you practically seethed, stomping out the option entirely. you continued to stare at him, not sure whether you should be angry or sad and awaiting his next move.

he reached out once more, but only to touch the silver pendant hanging at your neck, his luminous eyes flickering from it to your face before he turned away and started to descend down the steps once more. you watched him with longing eyes, leaning against the stone pillar beside you.

a choked sob escaped your lips as you grasped the pendant, ripping it from your throat and tossing it on the blood-stained floor.

“i’m sorry, you expect me to just drop everything and come help you put a celestial being to sleep?” druig scoffed, shaking his head at the absurdity of ikaris’ request.

sersi sighed, standing from her spot on a wooden bench. “look, i know it seems difficult, but it can be done.”

“oh, i’m aware it can be done, but you can’t just drop on a person that their entire existence is a lie and that they need to help protect a place they’ve been wanting to leave for so long,” druig said, eyebrows raised.

from your spot in the back, resting against the wall and propping a leg up on the bench, you watched intently as everything unfolded. after you had said the first words to him, you intended to say no more. you wanted to avoid directly speaking to druig for as long as you possibly could. you didn’t want him toying with your feelings again; you didn’t know if you could handle it a second time.

“and what about you?” the sudden question pointed your way snapped you back into reality, head whipping in the direction the voice had come from. you slouched back against the wall when you realized it was druig, trying your best to look disinterested.

“what about me?” you asked, feeling everyone’s eyes on you both. damn this whole situation, you thought as druig grew closer, his footsteps growing louder as he walked.

he looked you up and down, trying to decipher what had changed. obviously, you still looked similar, but there was also something else. possibly the way you held yourself, or even the tight-fitting pants and camisole you wore, exposing more skin than you ever would have the last time he saw you. he also noted the way your fingers played with the necklace that rested against your collarbone. it was a habit of yours when you grew nervous or unsure. and to say that he didn’t immediately recognize the pendant would have been a lie.

“you’re really okay going against a full-blown celestial?” druig asked, eyes locked with yours as he placed his hands in his pockets.

the question made you stand from your spot defensively, and as you stepped up to druig, the air in the room shifted. “yes, i would. and i had already told the others along the way here that you probably wouldn’t help us, that you couldn’t care less about the people on this planet unless they were under your control. it seems i may have been right; some people don’t change, even after a few decades holed up in some hideaway village, pretending to be in a utopia.”

the words spilled from your lips quicker than you would have liked, and, when you finished, the smirk on the eternal’s face was gone.

“you’re insufferable, druig,” you seethed, turning on your heel and making a beeline for the door, your face still twisted in anger.

ikaris stepped in front of the door, placing an open palm on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you. “we have things we need to discuss-”

“then discuss them without me,” you snapped, pushing his hand off and walking outside, back into the muggy air. as the door shut, the villagers nearest to the church stopped and watched you go into the forest, their yellow eyes glowing. you ignored them, walking further and further, cursing druig and all that he had put you through.

after you had decided you’d gone far enough, you sat down on a large tree root, threading your fingers through your hair in frustration. the sounds of the forest - the rustle of the trees, birds chirping, etc. - calmed you down as you focused solely on them, head swarming with thoughts of druig and arishem and the emergence.

the snap of a twig behind you made you jump to your feet, summoning your power as you fixed into a defensive stance. you scoffed when you were faced with druig. his change of attire didn’t go unnoticed by you. figuring he must’ve grown too hot in the long-sleeve he had on previously, he was sporting a light grey shirt with cut-off sleeves, strong arms on display.

“how did you find me?” you asked harshly, standing a little straighter in his presence.

“my love, i don’t think you mean it, but your thoughts are very loud,” he said as you turned your back to him and sat down again.

his footsteps grew closer and you shook your head at his words. “stop it. stop with the pet names and the sweet words, druig.” he sat down next to you, leaving a few inches between your thighs. “don’t talk to me like we’re a couple and you’re madly in love with me. we haven’t seen each other in centuries, druig, and the last time we did you left me heartbroken atop an aztec temple. so, stop it.”

the silence that followed afterward hung heavy in the air as druig let your words sink in. he could hear your thoughts; the violently bitter ones replaced by words of instant regret and worry.

“please,” you whispered, fiddling with your necklace yet again, finally looking over at druig. “don’t flirt with me if you don’t intend to actually do something with it.”

the wind rustled your hair as you stared at the forest floor once again, willing you to keep all the pent-up frustration at bay; the last thing you wanted was for druig to see you start crying. clasping your hands together you said, “aren’t you going to say anything? i know you didn’t just walk out here to sit by me and bite your tongue.”

“you’re right, i didn’t,” druig said, rotating himself so he had a better view of you. “i came out here to, essentially, tell you that i do love you, that i do want a relationship, and that, a couple of centuries ago, i was too scared to admit that to myself so i left, hoping the feelings would trample themselves out with time.

“but they didn’t,” he went on, his accent thick as he spoke. “as i spent my time alone, in solitude, away from the rest of the world, i realized how much i had come to love and cherish you. i had, unbeknownst to my consciousness, become dependant on you. i revolted at the idea, until today, when i could hear, feel, you enter my village, my space. i could sense the uncertainty in you when your eyes landed on me after so long...and when i saw you, i think i fell in love all over again.” a short pause. “in the end, i always knew my feelings were inevitable.”

you blinked at druig’s words, astounded at what he had said, at what he had just confessed to you. this side of him was new; his vulnerability made you cautious. “why didn’t you ever come looking for me if you felt this way?”

“because i was afraid you would turn me away,” druig answered honestly, the yearning clear in his eyes as he looked at you. “after what i did that night...i would understand if you told me to fuck off and never even look your way again-”

“no, that’s out of the question,” you interrupted, shaking your head at him. “druig, i still harbor feelings for you; hell, i don’t think they ever left, hence the reason i still wear this god-forsaken pendant. you can have me, druig. i will gladly call you mine, but if you break my heart again, there will be no third time.”

you took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together as you talked to him truthfully.

druig’s eyes flashed from you to your locked hands. “and i am okay with that.” the tug of a smile on his lips. “i will try not to be too mean in our time together.”

you felt the same pull on the corners of your mouth at his attempt to ease things over. giving his hand a squeeze, you said, “good. because although i tend to like bad boys, they at least have to have a soft spot for me.”

“oh?” druig’s eyebrows rose. “you like them in all black and clad in a leather jacket?”

pretending to give some thought to it, you nodded. “yes! preferably with some muscle too. not too much or too little, though.”

druig scoffed, standing from his spot as he shook his head in fake disbelief. “alright i’m done with this conversation.”

as his hand started to slip from yours, you tugged him forward, using his body weight to pull yourself up. “wait! i’ll come back with you.”

adjusting your hand in druig’s, you stepped over the root you both had been sitting on previously, leading the mind-controlling male back to the village center. as you walked back the way you had come, the sudden stillness from earlier filled the air. the birds and bugs had gone silent, and the wind settled between the trees.

druig halted, forcing you to do the same, his eyes glowing as you summoned your own power for the second time that day. “what is it?”

“i don’t know, everything’s normal at the village, something must have-” a shrilling cry sliced through the air, cutting druig off as a crash echoed in the distance.

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