#then it turned out I HAD THIS FUCKING BOOKLET

[loserlesbianbehavior]

[saltyteethbooks]

Alright gentlefolks, you know I had to do it, so I present to you @gallusrostromegalus's Family Lore Story About The 1969 Easter Mass Incident aka the Bread Jesus Story because my brain generated an idea weeks ago and I was compelled to bring it to life with a hardcover 2-section pamphlet/booklet (also this was a challenge to try a new book binding style that's not a Bradel yet again:

Scoured the Internet Archive for something pretty I could use in the typesetting and found these gorgeous Mucha illustrated frames (see 4th image for name of the book), and yes I picked the one that depicted the crucifixion scene, haha.

And then the printer bugged out on me while I was reprinting a fixed version that was supposed to be black and white (the fucking Magenta ink tank is clogged clogged) so I decided to lean into the green and got out the jewel toned cardstock and the fancy American scrapbook prints (ouch import prices but worth it). The spine is just black bookcloth I made.

A couple of process and practice photos:

So it turns out when the conservation style 2-section pamphlet guide says you need to sew onto a strip of bookcloth hinge, it wasn't a suggestion because aw fuck, it was structurally important to not have a loose connection despite how much pulling and tightening you do (as seen in final photo between the practice typoed sections and the actual set). Lesson learned. Also, I definitely sewed on the bookcloth hinge backasswards but with enough PVA glue, everything will hold lol.

Typesetting this was fun though. Lots of evil cackling.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Life is like a Box of Chocolates || LandOscar

Summary: When you take an edible chocolate with your boyfriends it has an unexpected side effect. Warnings: 18+ only, edibles, smut, oral (both), mmf. WC: 2. 3k

The box looked inconspicuous enough. 

Oscar turned the packaging over and read through the ingredients while you and Lando opened three individually wrapped treats. They looked like any other boutique chocolate you had tried but this one promised more than a sugar high. 

“Bottoms up,” Lando said with a grin. 

You tapped your square of chocolate against his with a reciprocal smile. “I hope so.” 

You both bit into the treats and moaned at the decadent richness that coated your tongue. You couldn’t even taste the drug that would absorb slowly into your system, leaving you with a long lasting high that would surely make the boring dinner party better. 

“Oh my god, that was so good!” you hummed as you licked your fingers clean and found Lando had finished his too. 

Oscar chuckled as he saw a spot of chocolate in the corner of Lando’s lips and kissed it clean before grabbing his own piece. “We normally take half.”

“You’ve never been to this event before, trust me, you’ll need a whole one,” Lando assured him, taking the chocolate and guiding it to Oscar’s parted lips himself. 

Your body started to heat in response to the small sounds Oscar made as Lando fed him. “Why are you two teasing me? You know we don’t have time to play before the car gets here.”

Reluctantly, Oscar pulled away and swallowed his mouthful before returning to pack up the box. He opened the box again and put the few remaining wrappers back in, before noticing the instruction booklet under the tray. “Uh, guys, I don’t think this was weed,” he mutters.

“What do you mean?” Lando said with a laugh. “This is the box Daniel said to get.”

“Wait, Danny?” You hoped you hadn’t heard correctly. “The same Danny who has been trying to get back at you for the prank in Vegas?”

Lando laughed and shook his head, but realisation seemed to slowly dawn on his face and he snatched the box out of Oscar’s hands. His eyes scanned across the page of tiny disclaimers until it fluttered with his shaking hands. 

“What did you give us, Lando?” you asked as you looked between both of your boyfriends. “Osc?”

“Okay, so, don’t panic,” Oscar’s words immediately made your heart start pumping faster and he pulled you into his arms to draw soothing circles over your back. “It’s fine, baby. You might just feel a little…”

“What?”

“Horny,” Lando answered for him before he couldn’t suppress his laugh any longer. “I’m going to get him for this.”

“You don’t sound very worried,” you said to Lando before looking at Oscar. Obviously, he was never one to worry so he just shrugged.

“I’ll take care of you if you need it,” he promised.

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“I can’t tell if this is the chocolate or me,” you grumbled as you sat between your boyfriends in the backseat of the car. Your hands gripped their thighs in an effort to keep them from roaming any higher, but it was a losing battle. 

“That’s just you, baby, it said it could take an hour to kick in,” Lando said, fiddling with his tie again. “Why do these have to be so tight?”

“He says it like he didn’t asked to be choked last night,” Oscar chuckled, reaching over your shoulder to tuck the tie back under his collar. “Now relax.”

“That was the plan,” Lando said with a roll of his eyes. “I’m going to fucking kill Danny.”

“Worry about that later, we’re here.”

You accepted Oscar’s hand and stepped out after him to the flash of cameras. It was hard not to feel inadequate when you were standing beside two of the most handsome men you had ever met, but when they curled their arms around your waist and whispered sweet words the worry fell away. 

“You look so beautiful, darling,” Lando said softly as he brushed his lips over your cheek. “I’m having a hard time keeping this PG-13.”

Oscar caught his finger under Lando’s chin and turned his hungry eyes away from you. “Stop looking at each other like that, you’re not the only one having a hard time,” he groaned. You couldn’t help glancing down his body but the black suit pants hid the ‘hard time’ he was growing in them. “Stop looking at me like that,” he warned. 

“I can’t help that I am infatuated with you two,” you said innocently, a sweet smile drawing his attention to your kissable lips. “Tsk, tsk, stop looking at me like that, Osc. Have some self control.”

Lando laughed and led you away from Osc as he tipped his head back with a silent prayer to survive the evening with his brats. When he had his composure back, he scanned the area for you but in those short seconds you and Lando had disappeared into the busy venue. “Fuck,” he groaned before beginning his search.

The crowd of businessmen swallowed you whole and it was only Lando’s hand that kept you from being swept away as he followed the bodies into the venue. His stiff back that you tucked in behind was the only outward sign that he hated the event but it was a night that couldn’t be avoided as McLaren needed investors to continue its growth. 

“Drink, love?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Only if it’s strong,” you winked. He smirked before suddenly changing direction and towing you towards the bar. “Shit!”

Lando turned quicker than your eyes could follow and he was glaring at the shocked stranger who stared at the damp splash in your dress. It would have made you laugh if the dress wasn’t worth more than your monthly pay and currently freezing from the icy drink that now decorated your bodice. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” the man apologised. 

“You didn’t see her?” Lando asked in disbelief. He couldn't understand how anyone could miss the most beautiful person in the room. 

“It-it’s just water,” he stammered as he reached to brush the water drops away but Lando caught his wrist before he could touch you. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said as you peered around for the bathrooms before spotting the arrow pointing down a hall. “Come on, Lan.”

“Watch where you are going next time,” Lando imparted the advice as he turned with you, feeling your elbow nudge into his ribs at the attitude. “What? There is no way he didn’t see you. Everyone else can’t take their eyes off you.”

You rolled your eyes at the idea and stepped into the room as he opened the door for you. “It’s you they are staring at,” you corrected.

He slipped inside the powder room behind you and checked the attached room for the toilet was empty before he attacked. His lips threatened to ruin your makeup as he pinned you between his body and the wall, grinding himself along your front until your eyes fluttered shut. “You don’t see what I do,” he murmured between his heated kisses to your neck. His hand ran up your thigh, finding the slit in the dress so it could climb higher and brush the edge of your panties. “So fucking sexy and everyone knows you’re mine.”

A throat cleared and your eyes flew open to see Oscar leaning back against the door, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched the show unfold. “Yours?” he taunted as he snapped the lock into place.

“Ours,” Lando accentuated with his usual sass that had Oscar pushing off from the door and crossing the distance in two long strides. 

Desire was pooling at your core as you watched Oscar’s hand envelope Lando’s throat and pull him closer. Their lips collided with a fierce need to determine dominance and Lando tried to fight it before he succumbed to Oscar with a moan. Satisfied, Oscar pulled back to see Lando’s pupils blown out and a breathy whimper escaped his swollen lips. 

“You are both mine,” Oscar clarified before his eyes danced over your body and noticed the wet material. “What happened?”

“Some idiot spilt his drink on her.”

Oscar grabbed a hand towel from the shelf and started to dab away as much moisture as he could but every brush of the material sent little bolts of lightning across your body. Suddenly it felt like your body was on fire and you bit your lip as the flames reached your core.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as the last touch caught the underside of your beast and it felt heavy with need. “Do that again, please.”

Lando was feeling the same heated effects course through his veins as the chocolates reacted with his body. “I think it’s been an hour,” he chuckled, reaching for the stiff peak he could see pressing against the thin material of your dress. He brushed the back of his knuckles over your nipple and hummed at the sound you made for him. 

Oscar abandoned the cloth and sank to his knees on the tiles. He swore he could smell your sweet arousal, the mouthwatering scent driving him insane as he bunched your dress up and kissed your core over the lace. The ax of time hung over your head as you all knew the dinner was about to begin but you didn’t care  the moment you looked down at Oscar’s eyes. 

“Just a quickie,” he agreed as he read your mind. Lando crushed his lips against yours as Oscar pushed your panties aside and tasted you with a languid swipe of his tongue. One boyfriend made you cry out and the other stole the sound with his kiss. Your hands tangled their hair, feeling the different textures between your fingers as you deepened the kiss and rocked your hips against Oscar’s face.

“Fuck,” Lando groaned at the pretty sight. “I’m so unbelievably hard right now.” He grabbed your hand to prove his words and you stroked his length over his trousers. “I don’t know if I want to kill Danny anymore.”

Oscar laughed against your clit and the vibration curled your toes in your heels and you cried out at the sensation. The sound cut through Lando’s amusement and his belt snapped open, his trousers falling just enough to free his cock. Your hand wrapped around him and he covered your hand with his, guiding you up and down in long slow strokes. 

“We are going to make a mess of your dress, baby,” Lando moaned as he felt his orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly thanks to the chocolate. You barely heard him as your own impending release hazed your mind but Oscar thought quick enough to pull away. Your body missed his mouth instantly but your cunt clenched at the sight of him taking Lando’s cock deep in his throat. “Fuck, Osc, that’s it, babe.”

You could hardly breathe as you watched Lando’s jaw clench and he shuddered as he spilled himself in Oscar’s mouth. Your boyfriend’s throat bounced as stood up and he swallowed the mouthful down, leaving Lando to sag against the wall while he recovered. 

“You missed a spot,” you said as you leant in and caught the drop of cum that clung to the corner of his lips. A soft hum reverberated as you shared the taste with a kiss and you pressed yourself against him to feel just how much he was feeling the drug too. “Need a hand?”

“Not quite,” he smirked, turning you around to face Lando. “Hold on.”

Lando reached out and you gripped his forearms as Oscar bundled your dress up in one hand and pushed your panties aside again with the other. He gave no warning before he sheathed himself deep inside your cunt and you buried your face in Lando’s chest with a gasp. You felt impossibly full before he snapped his hips back and then buried himself in you, over and over, an unrelenting pace that quickly brought back the edge of your orgasm.

Your cries were muffled by Lando’s dress shirt and your nails threatened to rip the expensive jacket he wore as you were rocked by your release that came so suddenly white spots danced across your vision. For a second your body was disconnected from your mind and the two only collided back together when Oscar joined you, warmth pooling in your core as he filled it with his seed. 

“Wooow,��� Oscar chuckled as he pulled out and combed a hand through his hair. “That shit is strong.”

“At least we have something to take the edge off,” Lando said, before tossing the hand towel to Oscar. Oscar ran the towel under the warm tap and carefully cleaned up the mess he made before he pulled your panties back into place and let your dress fall around your unsteady legs. 

Oscar curled a brow at his boyfriend and the glint in his eye that said he expected a few more stops to this room during the night. “Let’s try to make it back to the hotel next time.”

“No promises,” he said with a wink. “Now, shall we go and sit through a bunch of old man speeches and try not to fall asleep?”

You looked down at your dress and found the wet patch had dried considerably, so much that it wouldn’t even be noticeable in the dim lights of the hall. “You still owe me a drink.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lando gave you a salute and unlocked the door, opening it to an empty corridor. “A strong one. Osc?”

“No, thank you, one of us has to be responsible.”

Lando looked at you, his lips barely suppressing the grin on his face. “He says it like he didn’t just fuck you in a bathroom.”

[sturniqlo]

Baby Building- C.S

summary: chris surprises y/n while she out with her friends with a fully finished nursery with the help of his brothers

cw: mild cursing

an: very short, i'm sorry next part will be longer i promise

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twenty weeks pregnant

"Guys, stop fooling around and help build this crib." Chris scolds his brothers, holding up different pieces to the unbuilt crib. "We've been at this for thirty minutes already and all we've gotten done is nailing part A to part R! Which is wrong." Nick places down his water bottle he got from the fridge. "Why'd you choose such a difficult crib to build?" Matt says, unscrewing R from A. "I didn't, Y/n chose it." Chris says handing part B to Matt.

"You didn't think to bring us one?" Chris say, looking at the water bottle. "It was the last one." He shrugs before kneeling down to help build the crib. "I need C!" Matt repeats. "Oh, here." Nick hands it to him.

"Shit, that was actually a fucking workout." Chris stands wiping the slight sweat from his forehead and places his hands in his hips, looking the rest of the things they had to build. Chris was grateful that Y/n only stuck with three things to be added to the baby's room. She had to consider the fact that they weren't going to live in the apartment for much longer.

She decided for only a crib, a dresser/changing station, and a rocking chair to go in the room. The rest would be little decorations here and there. "Alright, should we do the chair and save the hardest for last? Or the other way around?" Chris said, grabbing the water bottle he filled up using the fridge.

"Let's get the dresser done." Chris grabs the cardboard trash and sets it outside the room to create more space in the small room. "Wait, let me turn the air conditioner lower, it's getting so hot in here." He tugs on his tank top and walks out of the room while Nick gets the dresser box open.

"My eyes are hurting from looking at all these pieces." Matt rubs his temples. "Where are the instructions?" Chris looks through the pile of styrofoam. "Over here." Nick opens the booklet. "So we need to screw this piece to that piece." He points to the pieces close to Matt.

As they continue to build the dresser, they keep up a small conversation. "We're not painting or anything right?" Chris shakes his head. "No, I asked the building manager and he said no. Y/n likes the color of the walls, anyway." He says as he screws the top of the dresser in. "What's she doing today?"

"Not sure, I asked her friends to take her out today but, I don't know what they're doing. Probably shopping." Chris shrugs. "I should've gone with them instead of building with you two." Nick sighs. For the next thirty minutes, they finished up the dresser and Chris built the rocking chair alone, which wasn't too much of a hassle.

"Absolutely, not." Nick says. "What? Why not?" Chris questions. "That lamp is not going on the floor, that's stupid!" Nick goes to grab the lamp from Chris and he then places it on the corner of the dresser. "Look, it's much better here." Nick looks at Chris. Matt laughs by the windows, finishing putting the curtains up. "I'm so glad Y/n had everything picked out and you didn't choose the aesthetic of your baby's nursery. Who knows what you would've chosen."

They finish decorating the room and it's just as Y/n had envisioned it. A couple of weeks ago, both Y/n and Chris were in here and Y/n was pointing out where she wanted everything to go and Chris took note of it. As a thank you to his brothers, Chris orders them lunch before they head out. Halfway through them eating their burgers. Chris gets a text from Y/n's best friend, Pearla.

Are you guys almost done? Y/n looks tired. Chris feels a bit bad, knowing how tired Y/n has been getting lately. We're finishing up our lunch but you guys can start coming back. He quickly types back. "She's on her way." Chris says out loud.

Finishing their food, Matt collects their trash and throws it out. "As much as we want to stay and see her reaction, we need to go home and shower and take a fat nap." Matt stretches, his shirt riding up a bit. "I agree, let me know when she gets home so I can call her." Nick grabs his tote bag off of the chair. "Alright, I'll see you guys in a few days." Chris says goodbye to them as they walk out the door, following behind so he can lock the door. "Bye!" They both say.

Chris quickly hops in the shower so he won't be a sweaty mess when Y/n gets home. From their bedroom, Chris throws his dirty clothes in the hamper and hears the front door opening. "Baby, I'm home." He hears Y/n's voice, followed by the door closing. "Hi, babe." He sees her once he exits the room.

"Missed you today." Chris kisses her and grabs the many bags she is holding. "Missed you more." She ruffles his wet hair. "Have you eaten already?" She asks, taking her purse off. "Yeah, I ate about thirty minutes ago. You? Have you eaten?" He places the bags down on the kitchen island.

"Yes, we went to that one cafe I love." She can drool on the spot just thinking about the croissant sandwich she had earlier. "Love that place. I have a surprise for you." He says as Y/n was grabbing one of the six bags to show him what she had bought. "Do you? My haul can wait, show me!" She says.

"No, no. Let me see what you bought first. I think some things can go with the surprise." He pushes the rest of the bags towards her. "Ugh, okay." She goes through with haul fairly quickly, trying to get the surprise faster.

"Here, let me bring these bags." Chris grabs the four bags that contain baby stuff. "Follow me this way." He nods his head towards the baby nursery. "Okay." Chris lets her go first. "Wait! Close your eyes." They stop in front of the door. "I'm nervous, did you do what I think you did?" She says happily, having an idea of what the surprise might be. "Maybe? Maybe not." He opens the door fully. "Okay, open 'em!" Y/n opens her eyes and gasps, Chris places the bags down near the door.

"Chris! You didn't! It's so pretty!" She squeals, looking around at the finished nursery. "You did all of this?" She turns back, wrapping her arms around his neck and his hands come to her waist. "I had some help from Matt and Nick. You like it?" He mumbles against her lips. "I love it, thank you, baby." She kisses him hard. "I hope you don't mind the things I changed around- well Nick did it." Y/n smiles. "It's perfect. I like the lamp better on the dresser than near the window."

"Oh! That's where you wanted it! I originally had it on the floor, but Nick yelled at me." They both laugh. "Seriously? The floor?" Chris rolls his eyes and tucks his head into her neck. "I know, I know! Sounds bad now that I think about it."

Y/n let's go of Chris and walks around the room. "Can we bring in the baby's clothes?" She asks Chris. "Of course we can. I waited for you so we can do that?" He stands behind her, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Thank you, we'll just have to wash them before our baby is here." She rubs her belly that was growing everyday.

In their room, they grab all the bags of baby clothes they had bought and bring them to the room. Earlier, the triplets had stored all the boxes of diapers and wipes in the nursery closet. "Look at this one, it's so tiny!" Chris holds up a cream colored onesie. "Why are baby clothes so cute. I can't wait until she's here." Y/n smiles and pecks his lips. "Me either, can't wait for our little vacation though. Enjoy our time together until we're finally parents."

"We still need to pack for that." Y/n was cleared by her OB that she was okay to fly by the time their vacation came around. "I can't wait to go to Italy with you."

[omgsecretsecret]

I don't want to go !

Pairing : Lee Minho x gn!reader

Genre : fluff ; crack ; a liiiiiittle bit suggestive if you squint

Word count : about 650

Warning : mention of needles (for vaccines) ; making out

Author's note : I know this isn't great but I had fun writing it ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ; the pics on top are not mine credits to the owners ; lots of love to my sweet @nmn-yty for helping me <3

Prompts : from the list made by @quokkareactions

54. "Get in"

"No"

"Get in"

"No"

"Now"

"Make m..."

"Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."

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47. "Why am I on the ground?"

Masterlist || Part 2

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You hate needles. You have always hated needles, these pointy little things made for injecting some products in your body. No, thank you. So when you checked your health booklet and saw that you need to get three vaccines done, you were not happy. Fortunately (or not), your lovely boyfriend is here to make (force) you to go to the doctor.

Right now you are in front of the car, he is trying to get you in the car but you keep refusing stubbornly. You are not going there.

"Are you serious right now ? You're like a kid ! he groans, getting frustrated.

— And ? I don't want to go ! you protest, crossing your arms indeed like a sulking child.

— But you have to ! he replies before sighing. Come on, just get in.

— No.

— Get in.

— No.

— Now.

— Make m...

— Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."

You raise a brow. You are in a provocative mood right now, and this definitely made you curious about what he would do. So yes, you are going to try it.

"Bet ? Make. Me. you look at him with a smug look and he isn't even surprised.

— Alright, babe." it's all he says before gently pinning you against the car, trapping you between his strong body and the door.

His eyes travel between your lips and your eyes as he inches closer to you. You're confused, but you'd never refuse a kiss to the hottest man on earth which happens to be your boyfriend. If what he plans on doing to make you regret your sentence is kissing you, you're not complaining. He gently cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb, yet he doesn't move closer to connect your lips yet. No, he stays like this, purposely making you wait. He smirks as you start pulling him towards you and finally kisses you.

It's slow at first, just to make you want more as he barely moves his lips. But as you get more and more impatient, he finally starts kissing you as you want. He gently pins you against the car, and you let out a surprised whimper. He kisses you more passionately, knowing how much he affects you. He pushes one of his thick thighs between yours as you close your eyes and grip his shoulder. Everything feels hot as he parts his lips as a request to deepen the kiss. You eagerly open your mouth, letting your tongues meet as he grabs your waist with one hand, the other one holding your wrist. It's all so good, but of course Minho is Minho and it can't last long.

You feel him pulling on your arm and tip you over his shoulder, and the next thing you know you're laying on the floor as he looks down at you with a smirk. You're not hurt though, it just made your butt a little bit sore. He carefully made sure to not just throw you down. But still. What the fuck ?

"Why am I on the ground ? you ask with a mix of confusion and annoyance. We were making out !

— I know, I was there. he replies in an almost mocking voice. I warned you. Now get in the car now."

You pout, not very happy, but choose to behave and get in. He sits next to you in the driver seat, watching you while you refuse to look at him. He chuckles at your sulking, you really are just a cute baby.

"But if you're good while we're with the doctor, maybe I'll let you kiss me as much as you want. Sounds good ? he offers as he turns on the car, making you look at him cautiously.

— Yeah... Okay. you mumble and he laughs again. Don't laugh ! I'm gonna kiss you so much you'll regret offering that. you protest, making him raise a brow.

— Sure."

You may be a little annoying sometimes, but he loves you and you'll always be his baby.

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Many bisous to @giddyfatherchris

do not repost, translate or rewrite without my written authorisation

[novashelby]

"His Desk Pet"- Tommy Shelby x Reader

Pairing: Tommy Shelby Warnings: Sub!reader, Dom!Tommy, cock warming, degrading language, humiliation, voyeurism, exhibition, choking, rough. Slight dubcon. Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Tommy wants his little pet to sit under his desk, be quiet, and warm his aching cock. The catch? His brothers are sitting just across from him.

War does things to people, and for Tommy Shelby, it was the blanket feeling of not giving a fuck. ‘Not giving a fuck’ was, of course, subjective. Though, it made his company quite uncomfortable. Tucked away, under his desk like the good pet he told her that she was, he undid his trousers. There was a hidden attempt at being discreet. While she was under there, his two brothers sat across from him; playing the role of oblivious. Of course, neither of them were. Arthur had caught the shadow of her foot through the space between the desk and the floor. John? He eyed Tommy as his hands fumbled with the belt. But remember, Tommy does not give a fuck. 

John offered him an amused look, motioning to the desk. “Really? Are we a bloody audience to your fookin’ circus?” Arthur on the other hand leaned back, nursing his whiskey. He eyed his slightly younger, but more demanding younger brother with equal disgust and curiosity.

Tommy one handedly flipped through the accounts booklet that was scribbled with numbers and names. Drying he said, “I don’t know what you are talking about, John.” Meanwhile, just under that desk, she rested a bit hunched on her knees. He had one rule, one request; cockwarm him. Don’t move your mouth was what he had said to her. No licking, sucking, bobbing your head. Just warm me with that pretty mouth, Eh? With his left hand, he stroked himself hard, rubbing the precum at the top. She watched as he pushed his fingers at her. Without being told, she took his fingers in and cleaned them, devouring his taste. She had to hold back a little whine as he pulled them from her mouth and hit the back on her head to silently tell her to take him. “Now, boys-”

“You can’t be fookin’ serious,” John laughed with a wheeze. “What is she doing? Sucking your langer under the fucking desk?” He turned to Arthur, hitting his chest. “Are we seriously going to talk fixed boxing matches with-”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, John,” Tommy repeated, his eyes looking down at her, unimpressed. Her lips rested comfortably half way; his cock filling just before her gag reflex. Even so, her jaw felt sore. Little bubbles of drool decorated the corners of her lips. With a heavy hand on the back of her head, he pushed her down. Just with a look, he reminded her that you need to warm the whole cock, not only what you can take. 

Arthur rubbed his temple. “A maid?”

Tommy let out a sigh as she took him down completely, her mouth warm and comforting around him. She on the other hand fought against the gags and chokes, drool streaming down her chin. But she was to just keep herself like that. It felt so…degrading? But the tingle between her legs told her that she liked it. Very much, actually. The fact that they knew she was under there, being obedient and good, but also very much a fucking slut. Or how he so casually ignored their curiosities. She fought through the pain radiating around her lips, jaw, and throat for her own sick, twisted pleasure for being humiliated. “Friday night, we will have to-”

“Is it Lizzie?” John asked.

“A whore?”

“That horse lady that you were fucking when-”

Tommy snorted. “Listen, she likes to be ignored. In fact, the more you ignore her, the faster I get off on the whole ordeal.” Arthur and John uncomfortably shifted in their seats and motioned for him to continue. Tommy droned on. But her, the toy under the desk, drowned them out with the sounds of her own spit gurgling. She did her best not lick or suck, or come across as bratty. Drool streamed from her lips, pooling around the floor and on his boots. Her once crisp, neat white blouse was stained with wet marks, clinging to her skin. Tommy eyed her, grinning as her nostrils flared, trying to keep up with breathing. Her whole face was red and flushed. As the gentleman he was, his hand kindly stroked her warm cheek. 

Arthur was starting to become intrigued. “So, lemme ask one question.”

Tommy, lost in her eyes, smiled at her before touching the other cheek. “Good girl,” he mouthed before responding to his brother. “I prefer if you didn’t-”

“But I am,” Arthur cut him off, scratching at his ear. “Is she some type of…ah…um, what do they call it, Johnny boy?” John shrugged, laughing how if anyone was going to know, it’d be him. “A fetish thing…a pet-”

“A pet?” Tommy scoffed, amused, looking at him before at her. Her eyes never left him; big, round, and beautiful. So innocent and telling, yet he knew her too well. “Are you a pet?” he asked, laughing a little. “Hm?” He spoke to her as if she had limited brain cells. She sank a bit, moaning against him. “No, I don’t think you're a pet.” That is when his fingers squeezed her nose and she flipped out, hands slapping against his legs. The overwhelming feeling of not being able to breathe made her gain a sense of severity. Trapped and stuck with another holding her life in his hands. For what was only a few seconds felt like minutes. When he let go of her nose, she fought to suck in all of the air in the room. Tommy laughed, rubbing her cheek again. “No, Arthur, I care about my pets-”

“Tommy!” John choked. “Fookin’ ‘ell,” he sighed, scratching his nose. Arthur had to look away for a second, trying to compose his thoughts. He started to believe he didn’t have any; lost and shocked.

“Get off,” Tommy told her and she was thankful to finally relax her face. It was red, puffy, and messy, and her lips were swollen and pathetic. He swiped at her wet eyes that watered from the pain before he ‘kindly’ massaged her jaw. “Good girl…stand up, come on.” She crawled from under the desk and stood up. John and Arthur immediately looked at her before each other. Tommy pulled her in, enjoying the mess she made of herself. “You’re all messy,” he cooed, wiping her face with his handkerchief. “Come here, hm?” She got closer as he tended to her, rubbing her back. He tossed the cloth to the table before looking at his brothers. She felt a bit embarrassed, turning her head. Without saying anything, he pinched her chin to look forward. “Now, which one are you going to suck off first, eh?” She choked out, turning to him, unsure of what he was asking. He matched her frown with a smirk. “Choose wisely, one is an animal and the other likes to slap his whores around.”

Arthur coughed, nearly dropping his whiskey. “The fuck you’re gonna ask us that!” John blushed a bit in the cheeks, averting his eyes with a grin. 

“Tommy, no…not after she just had you balls deep down her throat-”

Tommy leaned back, taking a smoke from his back and throwing it. His eyes scanned over her before saying. She felt like an animal in a cage at the zoo, everyone studying her. “She’s got two other holes, John. She has no objection to being used in any way needed of her. Isn’t that right?” He looked up at her.

Swallowing, she replied in a hoarse, unsure voice, “yes, sir.”

That made Tommy pleased. “Good girl. Now choose.”

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Chaos Lineage Stellaworth Special Booklet Short Stories ☽ Orange ver.・A New Menu?! Ruki’s Got His Hands Full!

Original title: メニュー開発！？ルキがてんてこ舞い！ English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the scans (as always, kindly provided by @karleksmumskladdkaka!)

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It's been a little while since I translated a short story! This one's set in the Orange mansion in the Chaos Lineage timeline and written from Eve's─so, in a way, Yui's─perspective, before the regains her memories. It's a fun little story that contains some brotherly bickering and a LOT of innuendos (hello, yes, I'd like the soup please...) ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Have fun reading!

Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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Ever since I fled from the church and found refuge in the Orange mansion, I hadn’t been granted permission to return to the guest room. Instead, I quietly sat in a chair in the living area.

Ayato unceremoniously called out to me. “You. Hurry up ‘n become mine already.”

“What? Um…”

I was taken aback by the redhead’s sudden remark and found myself unable to reply right away. The small pause inadvertently gave his two brothers the time to say their piece as well.

“Become Ayato’s? Stop this nonsense. This girl will be mine. I’m sure that’s what will make her happiest as well. Isn’t that right?” 

“Ha. I told you—she doesn’t belong to either of you. Better not misunderstand, Ayato. Kanato. We brought Eve here to help Brother become the Demon King, y’know.”

“You with your ‘Brother this, Brother that.’ Shut the fuck up already.”

The three clearly had no intention to consider my opinion on the matter, and their bickering only intensified. I felt myself becoming nervous. It looked like they might even start punching one another if they kept going like this. 

That was when the living room door quietly opened.

Ruki let out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t tell me you’re fighting again.” 

Again? The eldest made it sound like his brothers had pestered him with similar fights before, many times over. 

“It’s been days since we acquired Eve, and yet you’re still being hostile towards one another.”

“What does it matter? That has nothing to do with you, Ruki.”

“Sorry, Brother. I’ve been trying to tell them the same thing. It seems both of them still think Eve is theirs.”

“You’re the delusional ones for assuming Eve belongs to Ruki. This chick belongs to Yours Truly. I won’t hand her over to anyone.”

“Enough. Remember that we’ve acquired Eve and that we’re on track to becoming King. If we don’t work together, our enemies will take it as an opening to steal Eve from us, and all our efforts will be for naught.” Ruki seemed worried about his brothers’ willingness to cooperate—that, if the brothers kept quarrelling amongst themselves, the enemy might come to steal me away. 

A sense of restlessness lingered in the air after Ruki spoke. I cast my eyes downwards. The prospect of being at the centre of such a violent dispute left me feeling melancholic. 

“I’m not telling you to get along. But I am telling you to reduce the friction at least a little. I urge you, as my younger brothers, to do what I say.”

“That’s my line! You’re getting in Yours Truly’s way.”

“I don’t like this either. This is ridiculous.”

“That’s exactly the reaction I expected from you. So, let me propose something as a countermeasure: a cooking contest.”

“...Huh?” 

Ayato was speechless. And it wasn’t just Ayato: Kanato and Shin were looking at Ruki with equal suspicion. Even I stared at him, wondering why on Earth he would suggest something so strange. Ruki wanted his brothers to work together to come up with new dishes, apparently.

“It’s the perfect solution to work on your team spirit. Besides, you’ll join forces to expand our repertoire of things to eat for dinner. Don’t you think it’s a good idea?” Ruki said, his facial expression exuding confidence. 

After turning it over in my head for a moment, I supposed that… it might work?

“Got it. If you want us to, Brother, then I’ll do it. I’ll help you.”

“Great. Ayato, Kanato—I expect you to help, too, of course.”

“Like hell I would. Why’s Yours Truly gotta do it?”

“I agree. I have no desire to participate in such ridiculous activities. Whoever else wants to participate can go ahead.”

Shin’s immediate agreement stood in stark contrast with the reactions of his younger brothers, who were quick to complain. Ruki stressed that it would have no meaning this way, and proposed his plan on different terms. 

“...There’s no helping it. I’ll let you compile our new menu, then. You may suggest whatever dishes you’d like to eat. We’ll add whatever is picked to our regular dinner menu from now on.”

This idea clearly made Ayato and Kanato more willing to cooperate. The atmosphere in the room immediately became much lighter, and the brothers became a little restless as they thought about what foods they wanted to eat. 

It was decided that I would be the fair judge to taste each dish. I was happy to be afforded a role in Ruki’s plan as well—with my spirits lifted a little already, I joined the others’ conversation.

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A few hours later…

“What? Why’d only this part turn green? …Ugh, smells fuckin’ rancid!”

“Don’t you think it’s lacking sweetness? Oh, well. I’ll share some of my cream with you, then.”

“Hey! Don’t mess with my cooking! Puttin’ cream in there’s no joke!”

I stayed in the living room while Ruki and the others were in the kitchen preparing their dishes for me to try. Things seemed to be progressing smoothly: Ruki seemed to be the one doing most of the cooking, but I could hear the relatively friendly conversation between the brothers all the way from the living room.

“Stop it, Kanato. We won’t get anywhere if you waste this much food. That’s why I told you not to add any more.”

“Kanato! Stop meddling in other people’s business and concentrate on your own cooking. Or, actually, your… cooking looks more like a mass of sugar.”

“Yes, of course. I suppose I should finish my dish. I’ll just have to add one more thing to finish it off…”

“Hold on, are you serious? Covering chocolate in more chocolate is ridiculous. What’re you even doing?”

While it was good that the brothers were engaging in lively conversation with one another, I still felt anxious after hearing that exchange. I was the one who’s supposed to taste-testing everything, after all. I contemplated going to the kitchen to help them before things went downhill, but they’d actually finished already—the four brothers came back into the living room, each carrying the dish they’d prepared.

“Ah, have you already finished cooking?”

“Yes, indeed. It seems like you’ve been waiting here in the living room like the good girl you are.”

“All of the sample dishes are here. Let’s start the taste test, shall we?”

“Right. So, which one should I try first?”

“Yours Truly’s should be first, of course!” Ayato said before setting down a huge plate on the table in front of me with a loud clang. “I’m calling this ‘Yours Truly’s Specially Made Super-Gigantic Takoyaki’! Be grateful ‘n eat up!”

“Wow! It’s so big! It’s bigger than my face, even.”

“Right? Bigger’s always better. It’s not very round, though. It’s lumpy. It probably kinda fucks with the taste.”

“You made me prepare it, so keep your complaints to yourself. Besides, it’s your fault for constantly butting in while I was cooking.” As there was no dedicated pan large enough to make takoyaki this big, it seemed that Ruki had used a single-handed frying pan to shape it somehow, and that’s likely why it looked a little sunken and uneven. 

According to Ayato, there wasn’t just octopus, but various other fillings in it as well—he himself didn’t quite seem to know for sure, either.

“A-Ayato, this is…”

“What’re you doin’?! Hurry up and eat it!” Ayato yelled when he saw my reluctance to take a bite. Even then, I couldn’t quite work up the courage to dig in. 

The redhead lost his patience and grabbed my chin with one hand. Then, he brought a spoon to my mouth with his other hand, ready to force-feed me. 

“Geez, it can’t be helped. C’mon, I’ll feed you. Hurry up ‘n open wide.”

“W-wait! Ah—Mm…!”

The spoon quickly came my way, holding a chunk of the giant takoyaki. I had no time to protest before the spoon was thrust into my mouth.

“Hehe, you’re gettin’ teary-eyed. That’s not such a bad sight, is it? Hey! No slackin’ off. Keep eatin’. I wanna watch your face while you struggle even more.”

“Ayato! At least do it gently… Mm!”

With enough force to make me choke, the spoon was mercilessly rammed deep into my mouth again. Even if I wanted to run, I couldn’t—Ayato had a tight grip on my chin. I had no choice but to eat the takoyaki that I was given. A cruel smile played on Ayato’s face as he watched me struggle.

“Ugh, mm… Ha...”

I somehow managed to swallow what was in my mouth. I didn’t risk asking what exactly I’d been eating so far to avoid ruining the experience—mostly because it had actually been quite tasty.

“This is so good, Ayato!”

“I know, right? Though it’s only natural, since I cooked all this up!”

Ayato seemed satisfied with my response. His chest swelled with pride, confident that his dish was going to win tonight.

“Eat mine next, please. I’ve made something much more delicious than Ayato’s takoyaki.” 

Unsurprisingly, Kanato had prepared a dessert. The base was a parfait, loaded with pudding, crêpes, cake, and ice cream on top, and covered in an unholy amount of chocolate. It looked almost sickeningly sweet.

“It looks delicious, but… It seems very sweet, doesn’t it?”

“But really, I’m gettin’ heartburn just by looking at it. You might as well call anything a dish if you load it with enough sweet stuff.”

“You’re hopelessly tasteless, Shin. This is obviously incredibly delicious.” As he spoke, Kanato stared at the sweets as though he were spellbound. “Ah… It doesn’t get any better than this. I’d love this to be added to the menu so that Ruki will prepare it for me every day.”

After having stared at his parfait for a while, Kanato picked up a spoon. 

“Since you’re nothing but a doll, you must be bad at feeding yourself, right? Just for today, I’ll feed you. Please be grateful.”

“It’s alright, Kanato. I can eat by myself… Mm!” 

I tried to move away, but Kanato forcefully grabbed my wrist to keep me in place and thrust a loaded spoon at me. Once again, food was forced into my mouth. I tried my best to chew and swallow each bite, but I couldn’t keep up with the speed with which Kanato was feeding me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Kanato’s hand stilled.

“Oh, you have some cream on your face.”

“Ah!”

Kanato put down the spoon and his tongue darted out when he moved in, licking the cream off my cheek. My heartbeat jumped a little at the sensation. 

“Hehe… Very sweet. My cooking is the most delicious after all, isn’t it?” he asked expectantly, slowly leaning in further as he spoke. 

The strange atmosphere made me increasingly uncomfortable. Still, though… Kanato’s dish was particularly sweet but no less delicious—like he had said—and so I honestly shared my opinion.

“Right? I see you’re able to tell how great my cooking is. It’s quite admirable.”

Kanato left my side, clearly pleased with my answer.

“It’s my turn, then!”

Shin moved in and placed a small plate in front of me.

“...? Shin, what’s this brown, cream-like stuff?”

“It’s peanut butter. Can’t you tell?”

“The hell? How much of an idiot do you gotta be to consider that a dish?” Ayato sneered at Shin, clearly making fun of him.

“Hehe. Who’s the real idiot here? You know fuck-all about cooking,” Shin replied. Then, he went on to expertly spread the peanut butter on a piece of bread. “This peanut butter goes well with a lot of different kinds of cooking. It’s a great all-purpose condiment for bringing out the flavour of stuff like bread and cakes. I’d like you to use it in many different dishes.”

“I object. Won’t everything just start tasting like peanuts?”

“Right, right! My takoyaki’d taste like peanuts!”

“Ha! You can yap all you want, but it won’t matter. Eve’s the one who has to like it. So, here you go.”

I reached out to take the bread he held out to me, but Shin seized my hand in mid air. He pulled me in close with a sharp tug. 

“I’ll feed you.”

“Um… I already said it just now, but I can eat by myself, you know?”

“Just be good and eat. C’mon.”

My lips parted when the bread touched my mouth, and when I took a bite, the sweet flavour of the peanut butter (1) spread across my tongue.

“Good, isn’t it? Make sure to savour the taste.”

Contrary to Ayato and Kanato, Shin slowed his movements to match my eating speed and held the bread to my mouth for me to take bites. The peanut butter went well with the bread. It was really good.

“Hehe. You kinda look like a greedy little pet dog eating from your owner’s hand right now.”

I tried to argue that no, I wasn’t a dog, but I kept getting interrupted by Shin holding the bread to my mouth. Before long, I’d already swallowed the last bite.

“Thank you, Shin. It was delicious!”

“I told you! If you pick my peanut butter, you’ll be able to eat it whenever you like, so… You know what to do, right?” Shin’s mouth curved into a smile, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

There was clearly no safe way to answer that question. I forced a wavering smile in response.

“Well, then. Lastly, it’s my turn.” Ruki put his dish in front of me with more confidence than all his brothers before him.

“Is this… soup?”

The soup in front of me looked to contain a well-balanced mix of vegetables, meat, and beans, giving it a delicious-looking golden colour. However, it looked no different than what Ruki usually made for dinner.

“Soup? How boring. Couldn’t you come up with something else? This is not even a close contender compared to my dish.”

“Just take a sip and you’ll know. Eve, please turn your face my way.” 

Ruki took a spoonful of the soup and carefully raised it to my lips. 

“Drink it. It’s a rather fine soup to give to livestock, but I suppose I should feed you something nice every once in a while.”

I felt myself becoming curious how it tasted, too, considering Ruki was brimming with confidence. Still, it was a little embarrassing to have him feed it to me, so I tried to tell him I’d like to drink it by myself.

“No, drink it like this. You wouldn’t want to trouble your master, would you? Or… would you rather have me feed it to you mouth-to-mouth?”

He looked like he would seriously do it if I didn’t go along with him. Finding myself unable to resist, I obediently opened my mouth.

“Yes, that’s it. Savour it.”

Ruki slid the spoon between my lips. I tried to swallow it neatly, but my nerves got the better of me. A small drop of soup dribbled from my lower lip.

“Mm. Ah…”

“You spilled some of the soup. Good grief, what ill-mannered livestock you are.”

With a stroke of his thumb, Ruki wiped the soup from my lip. My face flushed.

“What’s that face for, staring at me like that? Was that not enough to satisfy you?”

Not wanting to go through something so embarrassing another time, I desperately shook my head. Still, Ruki’s soup tasted amazing. It may have looked no different from what he usually cooked, but I wondered if this was some kind of secret recipe of his. 

I couldn’t hold back my curiosity and asked him what was in the soup.

“It’s a secret. I’m not so kind a master as to teach you my recipe, Livestock,” Ruki said, dodging my question, and traced his thumb over my lips again.

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With all four dishes taste-tested, the cooking contest was over. Now, I had to choose which one I liked the most.

“It can’t be anything other than Yours Truly’s giant takoyaki, right?”

“That’s unthinkable. My dessert was clearly the most delicious.”

“Nah, you’re choosing my peanut butter that goes with any dish, right?”

“Judging from your reaction, Livestock, the answer is clear as day. My soup wins.”

Whatever I picked would be added to our dinner menu from now on, and everyone was passionately advocating for their respective dishes. 

I recalled the flavours of the dishes I’d tasted tonight. After a moment of deliberation, I opened my mouth to speak.

“All four dishes were delicious, so how about adding all four of them to the menu?”

My proposal made the room fall silent for a moment.

“Seriously? It’s a competition! You gotta pick a winner. There’s no way in hell I’m agreein’ to this!”

“What a fool you are. We’ve told you many times over that you can only pick one winner.”

“Besides, aren’t you trying to wriggle your way outta this by giving such a diplomatic answer?”

“That seems likely. Or did Livestock perhaps not understand the meaning of this from the beginning?”

After Ayato first broke the silence, the brothers aimed their discontent at me one after the other. Still, I stood my ground and once again explained to them that I’d truly enjoyed all four dishes. Even though it might put even more strain on Ruki, I insisted that we should add all dishes to the menu since everyone had put in so much effort. 

Ruki contemplated the idea for a little while before letting out a small sigh and agreeing with me. “...If that is Eve’s verdict, so be it. Let’s add all dishes to the menu from now on.”

“The fuck’re you sayin’?! I can’t accept this unless I’m crowned the winner.”

“B-but Ayato, if you kindly ask Ruki, he might make that gigantic takoyaki for you every day, you know?”

“...Heh, that’s true. Well, I’m just gonna make Ruki do it, then!”

“Hold on, please! If that’s the case, then I’d rather he make my parfait every day instead! I won’t lose to an inferior dish like takoyaki!” 

“I won’t put up with having either of your dishes every day. This peanut butter goes with anything, so you’d better use it every day, Brother.”

In the end, the brothers got into a heated argument about whose dish we should eat for the days to come. Even though this contest was intended to foster a cooperative spirit among his brothers, Ruki held his head in his hands as he watched them fight over the results.

Nevertheless, I found myself thinking that I couldn’t imagine this family any other way.

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Look, I’m not trying to ignite a discussion but… is peanut butter really sweet? It’s considered more of a savoury thing where I live (or at least it rarely—if ever—contains sugar), though I do suppose it’s versatile in that it goes well with both sweet and savoury things. 

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saw this and thought of you immediately!! it sounds so cute

ᴀ/ɴ: First of all, thank you SO MUCH for thinking of me! I tried my best with this one, and I hope you will enjoy it! I think I got a little carried away, hehe... Thank you for your time and thoughts, love!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 4182 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: sloppy sex, unprotected sex, teasing, despair, semi public sex, Sam still has a dick piercing (fight me), drool, biting, mentions of oral (male receiving)

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Being a farmer was in direct relation to being incredibly busy. Getting up early every morning; caring for all the hungry mouths that needed to be fed, tending to crops that either required watering or harvesting. Sure, your husband, Sam, was often of great help, getting up even before you to give you a hand, but that didn’t mean you could just relax for the rest of the day. A livelihood needed to be made, after all. Sadly, being a farmer also meant that you hardly ever had time to come up with ideas for dates. You tried really hard to compensate for that with thoughtful gifts or tasty dinners for your husband, yet still, sometimes you wished it was different.

That was also why your heart had leaped in your throat when Sam stopped you as you were just about to leave the house. Green-blue eyes sparkling at you with the excitement they always held when he came up with a new project or idea as he asked you on a date to camp out in the woods. “I will get everything ready; you and your cute ass just have to show up,” he had smiled. And how could you have said no to that? There was no way in hell you could have done that either way, but now he underlined his words with that cute little pout he used when he tried to convince you of something (often of something stupid, you had to admit). Instead, you had wrapped Sam in a tight hug and kissed his cheek, then his lips as you said yes, leaving the man on the porch with a bounce in your step.

And really, Sam was so proud of himself for coming up with the idea. It was going to be perfect, he found. So right after you had vanished in the barn to begin with your daily routine, he shouldered the heavy backpack that contained everything he would need to make his way to Cindersap forest.

He chose the spot close to the river, making sure to be far enough from both Leah’s and Marnie’s homes – after all, he wanted you all to himself tonight. He dropped the rucksack to the earthy ground, excitement rushing in his veins when he pulled out the bag that contained the tent. The user manual was the first thing that smiled at him when he opened the sack, but why would he, Sam, need a user manual? It was just a tent, after all. Pitching it would be self-explanatory, right? And besides, how hard could it be? Those wilderness explorer kids he sometimes saw on TV could do it, so…

It turned out that it was way fucking harder than it looked and those wilderness kids were probably a scam. At least that was what Sam’s bruised ego would have liked to believe, given the fact that he had dropped the metal bars on his toes more than once already and that he had even gotten himself caught in the canvas that was supposed to offer the two of you shelter tonight. Sam was huffing and puffing as he finally managed to untangle himself from the fabric, sweat glistening on his forehead. Where the fuck was the user manual when he needed it? He lifted the canvas again, only to be met with the pile of metal laughing at him. Why did a tent even need this many bars? It was a tent, not a mansion, for fuck’s sake! What had he been looking for again? Right, the manual. He lifted the backpack off the ground, letting out a relieved huff as he saw the booklet resting right beneath it. He was just about to reach out for it, yet a gust of wind proved itself to be faster. The booklet was picked up by the invisible force and dropped in the cool of the river. As if to add insult to injury, Sam was able to watch it drift along the stream, slowly vanishing out of his field of vision. Exhausted, he allowed himself to drop on his butt, hollering as the hard metal bars met his tailbone. What the fuck was this tent’s problem? He got up again to give it a good kick, just to regret it when his toes actually hit the hard material – even he had to admit that he could have guessed that outcome.

A glance at his phone revealed that it was nearing ten AM, and the tent didn’t even have the decency to be halfway pitched. The blond decided that harder measures were needed. Pulling out his phone again, he searched for the only solution he could think of: “Dad? Can you teach me to pitch a tent?”

Sam’s father had appeared surprisingly fast, and after getting the first few questions out of the way -very good questions, admittedly, like why he was trying to pitch a tent at ten in the morning, and where the manual was –, the tent found its master. Kent was quick in setting it up; it didn’t even take him half an hour. Sam was watching in disbelief as his father worked because he made it look as easy as it seemed on TV. “We will practise that again,” Kent offered, smacking his son on the back affectionately. “So you don’t need to call me out here again.” A grin was plastered on the otherwise stern face. “Treat her well tonight.” Sam was left blushing in the Cindersap forest as Kent made his way back home, the blond staring at tonight’s shelter. “Why the hell wouldn’t you act that way for me?”

After staring some more daggers at his newfound mortal enemy, your husband decided there was no more use in crying over spilled milk. You would arrive in about six hours, and Sam wanted this to be perfect. He carefully put up the fairy lights he had brought before he began working on the fireplace for tonight. He had brought a pot and some veggies, hoping he would be able to make a good stew for later. The rest of his plan was executed more smoothly, especially since he didn’t have to make a fire from scratch but instead had the support of his lighter.

“Sam, wow,” a voice, so soft, so full, completely in awe came from behind him. He quickly dropped the ladle he had used to stir the stew, turning around to see the love of his life. His heart swelled in his chest, seeing you like this. You had put on a dress and Yoba did you look pretty. You always did, of course. But every now and then he had moments where the realization of just how pretty you were sunk in for him; hitting him like a ton of bricks at full speed. Sometimes it overwhelmed him, to know that you, you of all people were married to him; it made him want to kick his legs, jump around, holler out the excitement that squeezed his heart in a grip full of love. He pulled you in his chest and kissed your head, allowing himself to take in this moment and quietly thank you for showing up. You felt so right in his arms, and Yoba, he would have done anything for you, just to see the look of happiness on your face. Just so you could catch a glimpse of how much he loved you.

“Come on, I made dinner,” he smiled, leading you to the fireplace. He pulled out two bowls from his rucksack – for once it seemed that Sam hadn’t forgotten anything – filling it with the hot stew that he had been preparing ever since he had been done with setting up. The two of you cuddled up near the fire as you took the first sip, a small moan leaving your lips at the taste. If Sam knew how to do something, he always managed to rock it. This stew was a recipe both he and you knew inside out, and yet it always amazed you how delicious it turned out when he cooked it. Sam was so full of pride and love that he felt himself ready to burst. When your head rested on his shoulder, he knew he had done everything right; and fuck, how he wanted to please you. Dinner was mostly silent aside from the sound of you humming happily as you did that little bobbing motion you always did when you were happy about food. It was those little things that had made Sam fall for you hard and that had him in an iron grip even after a year of marriage.

The bowls were long empty as the sun had finally settled in its bed behind the hills, but your head was still comfortably resting on Sam’s shoulder. The blond had his arm wrapped around you tightly, fingers brushing through your hair. He was mindlessly picking up pebbles off the ground as he held you, flicking them into the river. Some bounced across the surface, which always managed to get you to coo out in awe. “You know, I never figured out how to skip rocks,” you murmured into the silence of the night. Sam gasped at your confession, eyes immediately snapping down to you. “You didn’t?” “Nope. I tried once or twice, but my rocks always sank right away.” “That will definitely change tonight.” There was no time to protest because Sam had pulled you to your feet faster than you could have reacted. Just mere seconds later you were standing near the river, pressed up against your husband’s chest with a flat rock in your hand. Sam pulled your hand back gently, just to guide it forward, sending the rock bouncing over the water. “Oh wow, what the-“ you laughed, tipping your head back so you could look up at him. How was someone being so undeniably cute fair? “Now you try,” Sam urged, but what he didn’t expect was the feeling of your ass grinding into his dick as you suddenly bent down, picking up a rock that seemed flat enough to be skippable. “Like this?” You asked, pulling your hand back and then twisting it forward, just like he had shown you. The rock had the mercy to bounce twice before sinking with an audible plop.

“I did it!” You called out, jumping up and down on your heels. Sam wanted to be excited for you, seriously, he tried! But the pressing and grinding of your ass against his crotch was… a distraction.  One that made his cock stir against the fabric of his jeans. “You did it!” He strained, only barely able to hold back the moan at the tip of his tongue as you bent down again. This time your ass was flush against him, having his head roll back. Sam had always been down bad for you, and Yoba did you feel good. He knew you probably had figured out by now that he was hard and that this was part of a little game, but did he care? No.

His hands wrapped around your waist, and it took him nothing but mere seconds to pull him flush into his chest again. With a strong grip on your hipbones, he thrusted forward, allowing himself to inflict friction on you this time around. His voice was husky as it met your ear, and you could feel the smile that was plastered on his lips as you shuddered against him. “I know rock skipping is fun once you’ve got it figured out, but I have got something that could be much more fun.” “Oh, do you now?” It was a weak attempt at biting back, yet there was no way to blame you. Sam’s erection was now grinding between your legs, and you could already feel that delicious cock entering you, drooling all over your squishy walls. You could feel the metal of his piercing bump against you while he fucked into you, praising how good you took him. You could already hear his shaky little whines that always escaped him when he mindlessly and sloppily bucked his hips into you, always like a bitch in heat. It was undeniable that you could feel yourself growing wet, your clit throbbing under that arousal that ran down your spine. You hadn’t thought your teasing would bear fruit so quickly, yet your mouth was able to do much better things, you believed. Like shamelessly bellowing out that shaky moan as Sam rubbed against you much faster, with much more vigour as his hands held you to him with an iron grip. Sam’s thoughts were definitely going in the same direction, his head tipped back, your question long forgotten. He wasn’t even ashamed that he was rutting against you out in the open, illuminated by the innocence of the fairy lights he had put up just hours before. Your moans simply were so delicious, so precious. He could have fed on them for hours, starving as he was. Usually, Sam would have taken you right then and there, not minding if your screams awoke the whole valley. Though tonight, he didn’t feel like sharing.

Sam’s body moved backward to the tent, one of his hands always staying on your hip bone, as the other simply began to tug and rip at your clothes. He simply didn’t have time to be careful with how incredibly hard he was for you, his heart thundering with both arousal and love for you. “Sam!” You gasped out as you heard the seams of your shirt rip, but a muffled “sorry” had to suffice. After all his lips were busy kissing all over your neck as he dragged you to the tent, a set of sharp fangs sinking into your freshly exposed shoulder while his other hand worked on undoing your pants. The urgency within his movements finally made you snap into motion, the fingers that had been curling in the fabric of Sam’s blue jacket now finally working on discarding the bothering piece of clothing.

When the two of you finally stumbled into the tent both of you were breathless, and you were already half naked. Sam clumsily zipped the tent shut, before slowly turning around to you. You had already dropped to your knees on the ground, looking up at your husband with those big doe eyes of yours that he had fallen in love with. He let out a shaky breath, roughened-up palm reaching out to pin back a loose strand of hair. He had to close his eyes for a second when you leaned your head into him; the feeling of love that rushed through him was almost unbearable. “Sam,” you suddenly cooed, your own palms reaching for the tent – that one he had been able to pitch easily – in his pants, “I...I am so wet. Please, please hurry.” It was a mere murmur, but one that sent his stomach into tight twists. He knew his cock was leaking in his boxers, the wettened fabric clung to the shaft in a way that had him embarrassed. Sam licked his lips as he unbuckled his belt, half-opening his eyes to see the look of anticipation on your face. And really, your eyes were glued to his crotch as you rocked your own against your legs. He really was the luckiest man on earth, wasn’t he? Being gifted with a literal angel. He allowed his pants to pool around his ankles, his boxers soon following suit. Sam almost stumbled as he tried to approach you, but your hands on his hips guided him into a steady position. The sweet smile you gave him made his pierced tip leak more globs of pre-cum – at least he hoped it was only pre-cum. He had to hold himself together, to feel your sweet, wet cunt clench around him, hug his dick like a glove. Which, again, was harder than he had deemed it to be, especially now that your tongue darted out and pressed flat against his tip, just to turn to kitten-licks in an attempt to clean him up. His breath was already shaky in his throat, and he was surprised he was able to inhale air with how tight his whole body felt already. “Fuck, babe, no- I- I asked you on a date,” he tried, lowering himself to his knees. He was surprised you didn’t whine as he took in a criss-crossed sitting position, though he soon found out it was only because you busied yourself with getting on his lap. You had pulled off your panties by now, the fabric hanging loosely between your teeth.

“Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?” Sam breathed, leaning forward to grip the string of lace between his own teeth, just to drop them on his lap in favour of kissing you. The kiss was hard and sloppy, teeth clattering against teeth as your tongues licked at one another’s. The moan you two shared made Sam shiver, his cock so painfully hard this felt like the most pleasurable torture on earth. His hands reached for your pretty tits, only to find them still held up by your bra. Your husband grunted into the kiss; a sound of dismay while his hand reached around your back. You could feel his fingers work against his skin, and just seconds later your breasts bounced free. After all, if Sam had acquired a skill, he was good at it. “Pretty, pretty wife,” he whispered against your lips, tugging on the lower one gently. “Fuck, I love you so much, baby. So, so much,” he murmured. You giggled into the silence of the night, but the sound quickly shifted into one of a moan as the blond’s lips wrapped around a perky nipple. You needed Sam; you needed him so, so badly. Your mind had been whirring for him all day, and now you could feel him; smell him, touch him. Usually, it was Sam’s patience running thin, but this time it was yours. You lifted your hips while your fingers wrapped around the base of the man’s heated up shaft, guiding the leaking tip to your drooling hole. It was like you froze Sam in place, his lips still wrapped around your nipple, but his tongue did no longer swirl around it. He was too busy moaning your name, the high-pitch in his voice only turning you on more. Fuck, he really tried to give you the reins tonight, but you were so wet already and your pretty sweet pussy was clenching around him already, as if it attempted to pull him in. He would have been an absolute monster if he didn’t oblige! He needed to, or he would go up the wall. “Saaam!” the whine was long and drawn out as he bucked upwards, his thribbin g dick gliding along your walls. And he had to swallow down the dryness ruling in his throat caused by that glorious sound, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down at the strained motion of his throat. He loved you. Shit, he loved you so, so much- and he simply couldn’t resist. His hips moved upwards, the stretch his length caused only making his eyes roll back. You always felt so perfect around him, and it never did not feel like a betrayal when he had to pull out of you. He could have stayed forever like this, buried to the hilt inside of your beautiful cunt. Yet your hips shifted upwards, and he could slowly feel the tightness wrapping around him so snugly vanishing. This time it was Sam who whined until he felt you slide down on him again. He had to keep himself from fucking into you whenever you lifted your hips, so his arms wrapped around your hips tightly. “That’s my girl,” he cooed, his head thrown back, just for him to crane it forward in an attempt to catch your bouncing breast. “Takin’ me so well again, aren’t you?” His words were already slurred; feeling you around him like this just always had him so incredibly pussy-whipped. He could hear the wetness of your pussy squelching around him in protest whenever you moved upwards, and your moans just mixed so beautifully with that sound. Sam knew he was big; he knew it was always a stretch for you and that it never was easy to take him, but you just fucking did. Fucking yourself on him the way you liked, looking like an absolute goddess as you were bouncing on his lap.

The greenish blue of his eyes was filled with admiration, neigh worship spreading out in the sea of them. And the way you looked down at him – eyes holding the same love for him he felt for you, freckles of lust having them glazed over. He could have cum from nothing but looking at you, yet your pretty pussy felt so incredibly good around him, too. He barely was able to breathe as the cocktail of emotion swirled around in his blood, a trail of drool leaving at least a trace of all these feelings on your chest. “That’s my girl, my good, good girl. Think you can- ah- think you can handle me a little faster?” The beg that was underlying in his words was obvious; Sam simply wasn’t ashamed to beg. His arms were still pressing you to his body as you rocked back and forth, your jaw slack when you felt his pierced tip bump into your sweet spot. And it felt so incredibly good around him, feeling you leak all over him, moaning out his name in a sense of pride, with so much need accompanying these pathetic little sounds. The more high-pitched they grew, the closer you were. Sam knew it- and he just couldn’t hold back anymore. His hips snapped upwards while you rocked yours, tearing that cry from you that never failed to make his world go black. He himself was teetering incredibly close to the edge; each clench around his shaft, each begging whine of his name, each brush of your hands along his neck, soon to be followed by your lips leaving reddening spots behind; it all pushed him closer. His thumb found your clit to rub sweet little circles on, his lower lip now bitten in an attempt to keep himself from filling you to the brim. Not yet, he told himself; he had that carnal need to make you cum first. “Sam! Babe! Oh, fuck!  I am going to- I need to-“ A sob escaped you before you could silence it by biting down on his shoulder, yet the whimper that left your husband only made the twists in your tongue tighten. The blond wasn’t able to produce words anymore, only your name left his wettened lips. A trace of drool ran down his chin, tongue lolling out as he licked down along your cleavage, thumb unwilling to come to a halt on the throbbing bundle of nerves. The whisper of your name, so full of…everything, simply was too much for you. The knot in your stomach snapped, making you shoot upwards and press into Sam, your thighs shaking as they wrapped around his tender hips. You were sobbing quietly while your orgasm rocked through your body like a storm tormenting the sea. You were barely even able to feel how tight you clenched around your husband, who struggled to aim his sloppy thrusts upwards. “Saham!” You cried when his tip bullied further into you, earning a groan in response. “Fuck- shit, so tight,” he yapped, only managing one last buck upwards before he himself came undone.

Only your name left his lips in tiny whimpers as ropes of cum painted your walls, his eyes halfway closed as he tried to overcome the wave of pleasure that seemed to take a never-ending hold on him. His hips were still giving tiny thrusts upwards, unable to hold still under the pressure of his orgasm. You were still sobbing against his neck as his hips finally halted, sloppy thrusts having milked everything out of him he had. And you were full – so fucking full of your husband’s cum that mixed with yours.

Your head tiredly dropped against Sam’s chest, shaky breath nothing but an effort to ground yourself. Sam wasn’t in much better shape; his body still quivered from the orgasm that had just wrecked through him. Still, that didn’t keep him from beginning to run his fingers through your hair, tiny little “I love you”s were sent your way as soon as he had been able to find the words. Sam kissed your head, giving himself permission to slowly drop back onto the sleeping bag that he had brought, his arms locked around you still.

The two of you lay there for a while, allowing the sounds of the night to wrap around you like a warm blanket, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms.

“Take me on dates more often?” “Fuck yes.”

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Nonsense*

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Summary: A coupon book you give Joe for Christmas as a joke turns into you doing something completely out of your comfort zone.

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Everlasting Love

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December 29, 2023

(y/n’s pov)

Sitting in bed, bored.

Seems like all I've been doing since I got back to Athens.

I missed Joe with every fiber of my being. I would give so much just to be able to reach out and touch his soft skin, his blonde locks, and feel the warmth his body emitted.

It was later in the night, ten o'clock.

Joe was probably asleep already, but he hadn't texted me yet saying goodnight.

Maybe he just got busy, I thought.

My thoughts started wandering. I was getting nervous about why Joe hadn't texted me all evening.

Almost as if he could read my mind before I got too worried, Joe texted me.

Hey, baby. You're prob asleep but I'm sorry I'm just getting to you now. I was over at Sam’s and my phone died. He was being a dick and wouldn't let me use his charger for some reason.

Anyways, goodnight, I love you.

I laughed slightly at his text, able to picture Sam arguing with Joe because he didn't want him using his charger.

I'm awake actually. Sam’s stupid btw, and I love you too.

Watching the bubbles pop up quickly, it was just a few seconds later when Joe texted back.

Since you're awake, wanna ft?

Sure!

Seconds later Joe’s name showed up on my screen and I immediately accepted the call.

I was met with Joe’s smiling face when the call connected. He was lying in bed shirtless, curls slightly wet while leaning against the headboard.

“Hi, baby.” - Joe grinned

Immediately, I recognized how deep his voice was. His voice generally dropped an octave when he was tired or aroused, and right now, I had a feeling it could be both.

“Hi, Joey. What are you up to?” - you

“Lying here in bed, thinking about you and how much I want you in this bed.” - Joe

After giggling at his admission, Joe continued.

“I was just thinking about your week here, and then I started thinking about sex… and that coupon book you gave me.” - Joe groaned

“You are insatiable, Joe.” - you giggled

“Fuck… I want you so bad right now.” - Joe

“Well, you're two hours away.” - you

“I swear, I'm always the horniest when you're away. It's like my dick’s betraying me.” - Joe

I absolutely snorted, laughing at his confession.

“I’m sorry it's like that and that I can't do anything to help you, baby.” - you

“Not your fault. I just can't stop thinking about you… and being inside of you.” - Joe

“If it makes you feel any better… I think about you all the time. Wish I could suck you off through Facetime.” - you giggled

“Shit, don't say that.” - Joe

“Why not?” - you grinned

“I’m getting super fucking hard right now. I'm just trynna wait for my hard-on to go away, but that's not possible if you keep saying things that make my dick twitch.” - Joe

“Boy, you're feeling very blunt tonight.” - you laughed

“Sorry… I know I get whiney when I'm horny. If I get too annoying just hang up.” - Joe

“You’re not being annoying. Not wrong about the whiney part, though. Like I said, if I could help you I would.” - you

Joe sat for a second, looking like he was deep in thought.

Out of nowhere, he got that ‘lightbulb!’ Look on his face and sat up on the bed with a grin.

“What if there was a way you could?” - Joe

“What are you saying?” - you

“Can I cash in a coupon virtually?” - Joe

I thought for a second. I mean, I didn't want to make him wait to use them just when I was in Cincinnati.

“Yeah, I guess.” - you

“Fuck yeah!” - Joe

Giggling at Joe as he fist-punched the air and did a little dance, I waited to see which one he wanted to use.

“Remember you can only use one a day.” - you

“Oh, I know. I only need one.” - Joe

“Which one do you want to cash in, baby?” - you

Joe flicked through the little booklet, trying to find the one he wanted.

“Ooo! I quote… extra sexy lap dance.” - Joe

I gave him a “what?” look but he only grinned devilishly. His tongue poked out as he bit down on it.

“Joe, how am I gonna give you a lap dance when you're two hours away?” - you laughed

“Just do it right here, on call.” - Joe

A few seconds of silence passed, his cheeky smile oddly convincing.

“Okay.” - you

“Yes!” - Joe yelled

“I’ll be right back, I have to change and grab my speaker.” - you

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I turned my camera back on once everything was set up. I already had a routine planned for a song and everything, but doing this over the phone would be so different.

Having to essentially dance and grind on my bed, pretending it was Joe.

“You ready?” - you

“So fucking ready.” - Joe

Pressing play on Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter, I immediately started moving my hips in the most sensual way possible.

Just pretend you're in a club, performing for Joe.

Hearing Joe make a strangled noise gave me more confidence, he's enjoying this.

A few seconds later, I straddled the bed and started paying attention to the phone.

“Can I touch myself? Please?” - Joe

“Go ahead.” - you purred

Joe slid his hand down his pants and immediately wrapped it around his hard length.

“Fuck.” - Joe grunted

He was trying to match the movement of my hips with the slow pumps of his hand.

I could tell he was conflicted between closing his eyes or not. With his eyes closed, he could easily pretend it was my hand jerking him off, but he wanted to watch me.

A minute in, a third of the way through the song, Joe was moaning loudly.

“You… are so… goddam pretty.” - Joe groaned

Just a few seconds later, Joe abruptly pulled his hand out of his pants, and I heard the waistband snap against his stomach.

“I have to stop, I can’t cum yet…” - Joe breathed heavily

I stopped moving around, but Joe didn't like that one bit.

“Not you! Keep going, baby!” - Joe

Moments passed as I watched Joe bite on his lower lip, slowly rubbing over his bulge with his palm.

“Joe, there's a minute left of the song. You might wanna start back up.” - you

So he did. Joe immediately moved his hand back down his pants and pumped his cock faster than before.

“Good Girl, baby.” - Joe moaned

Joe’s head fell back as his chest started heaving, sweat dancing over his bare torso.

“Fuck! I'm gonna cum!” - Joe

“Joe, please take your shorts off. I wanna watch you.” - you

He immediately did my bidding.

I watched Joe lift his hips and pull his shorts down with one hand, never once letting go of his erection.

Joe grabbed his phone and brought it closer to his cock to give me a better view of one of my favorite parts of him.

“See what… you fucking- do to me?” - Joe

He was right. The entire shaft was beet red as his tip was wet from the precum constantly leaking out.

I watched his cock throb one last time before a loud moan left Joe’s lips, and he shot his load onto his hand and stomach.

“Shit…” - Joe hissed

Joe dropped his phone face down onto the bed, his screen was pitch black but I could still hear soft whimpers in his breath.

Pausing my music and getting under the covers of my bed, I got comfortable before checking on Joe.

“You okay, Joey?” - you

“Mhm. I'm just cleanin’ up.” - Joe

“Okay.” - you hummed

A minute later, Joe crawled into bed and picked up his phone.

One thing I loved about Joe was his post-orgasm expression. He always had this delirious smile with tired, hooded eyes.

“You want me to dance while you get off?” - Joe

“Babe, I love you, but I don't think head bobbing and the airplane is gonna help me out much in that department.” - you laughed

“What about my get the gat dance?” - Joe

I snorted when Joe formed a gun with his hand and did a little move with it.

“If you have the cigar, then yes.” - you giggled

Joe went to say something but when he opened his mouth the only thing that came out was a yawn.

“Noted.” - Joe finally said when his yawn was over

We just sat there for a moment, staring at each other with smiles on our faces.

“You seem pretty tired, baby.” - you

“After that orgasm? Yes. I don't think I've ever come that hard from jerking off.” - Joe

“It’s my effect on you, huh?” - you joked

“For real.” - Joe yawned again

“Goodnig-” - you

“Wait… can we just stay on FaceTime? I wanna fall asleep with you.” - Joe

“Of course.” - you

Butterflies erupted in my stomach as Joe placed his phone on the pillow next to his, the one I was sleeping on last week.

“Goodnight, y/n. I love you.” - Joe

“Goodnight, Joe. I love you too.” - you

A few minutes passed by and I heard his light snores through my phone speaker, causing me to smile.

I thought about hanging up, but instead plugged my phone in on my nightstand.

Though I wouldn't physically be falling asleep next to Joe, I knew he was with me.

And with him is where I wanted to always be.

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Authors note: I was super hyped to write this idk why 💀

Request for this fic; I kinda tweaked it but it's still generally the same idea!

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[cor-lapis-candy]

I will die on the hill I am camping on currently and tell you all that Fontaine would 100% have basic sex toys and fucking machines.

Anyway, I want to put Neuvillette on all fours and watch him get railed by an inanimate object or well a fucking machine, so enjoy!

It was a gift from the warden, a little wink and a nudge written in the note that came with the delivery as the heavy box was passed towards you, instructions folded and bound neatly atop it in an unsuspecting booklet.

Wriothesley was nothing if not smug when you blushed as you read the title printed in neat black writing.

Wiring, spare cogs, bolts and everything else making a mess of the floor as you messed up a few times and had to redo the lines of wires that would make this strange gift work, now all you needed was your dear Iudex to come home for the fun to truly begin.

Offering to play new games of pleasure with Neuvillette was something new, something you had only just barely managed to get him to agree to. Sighing as you can already see the arch of his back, the sight of his cocks hanging hard between his legs as he rocks backwards into the feeling of your hands spreading him wide, while only partly divine it is still easy to fall into this daydream almost like an act of worship.

It is a dance and a half as he comes home, tired smile and soft hands cupping your cheeks as you coax him through a long and through bath, teasing away the idea of a calm night and managing to ease him into the very position you had daydreamed about.

On his hands and knees, a pillow cushioning his form and making this more comfortable as you begin.

The trust he has in you as you ease him open, fingers slowly working in and out of him, streaching and easing the way for something much bigger, much more filling and surely more rough than you could ever be with him. The slick shine of lube and sweat makes already glittering skin seem ethereal in the low light of the room, and the deep groans that follow as you pull your fingers free, sliding your hands up and down his back shushing the slight whine that follows you pulling away.

"Shh, shhh, honey I'll be right back, this surprise was a gift and I spent all afternoon setting it up just for you! Now sit still and be good for me, I'll be right back..." pulling his hair away from his back and out of the way as you teasingly run your hands down his horns, the messy kiss you steal as you finish up is worth it as Neuvillette is nothing if not a sight with cheeks flushed a deep red and mouth open as he pants, chasing more of your kisses.

"Now comes the fun part, you know what to say if you want it to all stop, but for now behave this is more for you than me."

The blunt press of the toy attached to the machine makes him jolt, rattling his frame and causing him to gasp, the mess of lube across his hole and the toy means you have to guide the head in, pressing down on the lukewarm silicon, completely entranced as the head slips in, shallow as shallow can be before the small switch in your hand lets you ease the machine to life.

The piston arm slowly worked the toy deeper and deeper into him, sinking to the base in a matter of moments, so slowly working him into the feeling of the mechanical fucking that he was about to experience, "Look at you honey, so pretty like this, such a big powerful dragon on his hands and knees getting fucked by a lowly mortal machine..." its easy to coo at him like this, sighing as you wrap a hand around one of his cocks, stroking in time with the arm fucking into him.

"Shall we go a little faster? Harder? Or maybe you want me to stop? What will it be precious?"

The machine is still slow enough that you can clearly make out the way he pants a shameful 'harder' and 'faster', letting you flick your wrist once more, smearing the dripping pre-cum along his shaft before turning the dial on the remote up, filling the air with hisses of air compressing as the toy that was fucking him speeds up, making him throb in your hand.

The tense muscles of his back shifting as he bucks back into the machine hips chasing the full feeling as you give the cock in your hand one more long stroke before moving back towards his face. Snagging a pillow for your own knees makes it easier to get comfortable, long since having stripped down and joined Neuvillette in nakedness, tilting his head up so you can see how his eyes are barely focused, hazy and lost as they look up at you.

"look at you big boy, barely started and you already look wrecked, Maybe I should find some more little attachments for this thing, keep you fucked dumb and pretty like this whenever I want..."

From the amount of panting he had done, Neuvillette's chin was slick with spit and perfectly positioned for you to press against his face, using the excess spit to slick yourself up more before pressing against his lips. Fingers drag through his hair as he presses forward, taking you with his mouth and laving against the skin, his hips twitching as he pulls forwards to pleasure you and making the machine press further into him.

The power for the machine would last at least another hour and a half, and there were two more speeds and one more angle that you could set the arm into, the night was still young and the look of your dear hydro dragon panting lips slick with spit and your own mess was nothing if not encouraging you to push him further into this new pleasure.

Perhaps Wriothesley would like a new tea set or two for gifting this too you...

[asharasasylum]

♡ drabble aegon targaryen booklet - entry 1

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ warnings: non con. dub con. incest. (house of the dragon) smut. 18+

Frat boy! Aegon who had been flunking all his coursework and had been told he needed to get his grade up otherwise his parents would stop funding his awful lifestyle. He doesn’t have anyone else to turn to, they’ve given him a small allowance to live on so he can’t pay someone else to do it and all the girls in his class he’s pretty much already slept with. There really is no point going to them.

You’re the perfect solution and you’re his niece he’s obviously not going to get distracted by you while you tutor him. Clearly.

His grades start going up for the first time and all of a sudden his parents are adding more funds to his bank account. He really just needs to keep it up and he does…until he doesn’t.

Fuck! You’re both related, he shouldn’t be getting distracted by the way the pen flicks over your bottom lip whenever you concentrate. Or the way when you lean over the desk to show him something, you end up pressing your tits together with your arms.

Really he should stop the tutoring and stop seeing you for a while until he gets his head together. And he does, making it his first mission to get laid and to not think of you ever in that way again.

But then after a week of him not replying to your texts and calls you show up at his frat house with genuine concern on why he suddenly doesn’t want to do the sessions anymore. And why he couldn’t tell you of all people the reason.

He’s not good with words, or communication. Before you know it he’s dragging you up stairs, pressing his lips to yours and shoving you onto his bed. Let’s be honest, he’s ignoring any sign of protest from your lips, swallowing them with his own sighs as he presses his body to yours.

Nothing matters once he’s inside of you, it’s heaven to him. You’re so wet and in need of his attention, I mean you’re clinging onto him with your nails digging into shoulders unable to do anything but whimper underneath him.

Genuinely he thought that he’d hate himself after, that there would be shame and guilt over what he had just done. But it doesn’t come. He’s too happy peppering kisses all over your wet cheeks, soothing you as he tells you everything’s going to be fine.

The tutoring sessions are back onto normal, even though you practically tried to do everything to keep him out of your place. He’s just so insistent and you cant tell your friends or family what happened because some sick part of you enjoyed it and another part of you would feel horrible to see him get in trouble with his parents again. So he’s in your room, saying he just wants to study when he’s at the door but then twenty minutes later with himself buried deep inside of you, practically begging you to look at him as he comes close to cumming.

Eventually you do get some tutoring done, only when you warn him of the consequences of his parents pulling him out of university if he doesn’t do it. He doesn’t want to leave now, not when he has such a great arrangement going on.

[wolvesandfoxes25]

"You should leave."

Jaskier looked up quickly from where he was writing lyrics.

"I beg your pardon?"

Geralt wasn't looking at him, eyes facing the adjacent side of the hut.

"Leave for Oxenfurt...or Redania. Find that Prince you fucked."

Jaskier felt his stomach lurch.

How did he know about that?

Clearing his throat, he shoved his booklet into his coat.

"I'm not sure what you're playing at Geralt, but I've no intention of leaving."

He was still facing away.

"You're wasting your time here. I'm sure the noble could provide you with many adventures."

The words came out sardonically and snappish.

Jaskier felt whiplash at the statement.

"We enjoyed our time together. Until afterwards." He mumbled the last part, feeling the same dreg of anger at Radovid come to the forefront. Even if he had apologized, it hadn't changed what he'd done.

What Jaskier hoped he wouldn't do.

He wasn't looking to marry the man, but a romance that was his, where he wasn't pining and panting after someone who would never love him, well, it would've been nice.

"Cut from the same cloth, I bet you did." Geralt growled.

Jaskier furrowed his eyebrows.

"And just what do you mean by that?"

Silence.

"You've no right to judge me based on my dalliances, Geralt."

How had the conversation come to this point?

"Dalliance?" Geralt asked, eyes finally turning to Jaskiers.

The brunette looked sideways, being pinned under the weight of those eyes had always been too much for him.

"Where did you learn this anyway?"

Silence.

The dryads were little gossipers then.

"You cared for him." Geralt grit out.

Jaskier pinched his lips together, feeling as if this were an interrogation.

Silence.

Sighing loudly, Jaskier turned his gaze back to the Witcher.

"It felt nice. With him, I felt I was actually being seen. He learned my songs, even if knowing them was just for nefarious reasons. I-I was... lonely. Being back in the thick of this isn't always easy."

Geralt took in his expression his nostrils flaring.

"It used to be."

Jaskier blanched.

That was before Yennefer was everywhere.

He couldn't blame Geralt and Yennefer for their feelings for each other. But, it wasn't easy to always have it in his face.

"Age tends to change things." He murmured, hoping the other man believed the lie.

Geralt grunted.

Guess not.

Jaskier felt the tension in the room thicken.

"Had I known you went for poncey little Princes, I would have left you at a royal court to do their bidding long ago."

Knashing his teeth together, Jaskier stood up in a furious flourish.

"I don't know why you're being such a bloody bastard to me, but I'm not your punching bag, Geralt! Those days are over! Do you understand me?"

The Witchers eyes flashed and he pulled himself up into a piteous representation of sitting up.

"Fuck you."

Jaskier hissed.

"Fuck me? Fuck you." He fired back at Geralt.

What was happening right now? Why was Geralt behaving this way?

The two of them stared each other down.

"I don't know how you can sit there and have the bleeding audacity to berate me over a potential partner."

The golden eyes narrowed.

"Meaning?" He hissed.

Jaskier felt the anger start to build higher and higher.

"You have your great romance! Yennefer! Your sweet little family! Then there's me, who you tossed away like yesterdays porridge!"

Geralt moved to get up, but hissed at the pain.

"Don't do that, you idiotic lump of a man!" Jaskier chided him, moving to shove him back.

Geralt pushed him away, catching his breath to gather himself to his feet.

"Yennefer healed me, I told you that." He snapped, flinging his cane away.

Jaskier watched him sway, but he rolled his shoulders, catching himself.

"But we both know your leg is still giving you trouble, Geralt."

The Witcher glared.

"Easy to leave then, huh? Just like you did on the mountain."

Jaskiers jaw dropped, feeling his balance shift at the fury that ran through him.

"You have the unmitigated, bleeding gall to say that to me? You blame me!?" He yelled.

Geralt scowled, looking away from him in what seemed like shame.

Suddenly... it all made sense.

"You're jealous." Jaskier whispered.

The Witcher moved to leave the hut but Jaskier grabbed his arm to halt him.

Geralt growled.

"How in all the hells are you jealous? You have never expressed anything regarding romantic affections towards me. Ever."

"All those women you were constantly fucking was supposed to tell me otherwise?" Geralt replied sarcastically.

Jaskier threw his hands up in frustration.

"You could've asked me!"

Geralt said nothing as the other man set his hands down upon the bedding of the cot.

"You have got to be the most stubborn, burlish lout I have ever met in my existence upon this earth."

Silence.

"You have no idea how I fe-."

But he stopped himself, the words clogging his throat.

The truth he had figured long long ago. And had told no-one, not Vespula, not the Countess, nobody.

Yennefer had probably guessed after hearing his song in the tavern, but said nothing in reference to it.

Thank the Gods.

"I don't want to continue this conversation further. If you want me to fucking leave so badly, I'll leave. And I'll go back to Radovid and suck his cock in his pretty little throne room. Would that make you happy, Geralt?" He snarled, shoving past him to get some air outside, when a hand clamped over his wrist...

TBC?

[blue-sadie]

After Class

Teacher Tonowari x Student Reader

Summary: who knew a little incident could lead you into your teachers arms

Warning: modern day au, teacher x student, tonowari is divorced from ronal, slut shaming

Yn/3rd person pov

I smiled down at my phone as I read the texts tsireya was sending on how she loves that the teachers give her special treatment since her dad was a teacher here as well.

I rolled my eyes as she started gushing on about her new bio teacher and how hot he is 'not as hot as your dad' I bit my lip knocking off my phone and turned back to the lesson.

She is my best friend since childhood how could I do this to her fuck I let out a shakey breathe as he flexed his muscles as he wrote on the board.

My skin tingled as I listened to his voice as he explained the upcoming assignment but I wasn't focusing on that.

I imagined him bending me over the desk and thrusting into me telling me how naughty I was for thinking such things.

But as I got more into each fantasys I thought back to my last sleepover at tsireyas, I clenched my thighs together my breathe quickening.

While tsireya was sleep and her dad was out on a date I couldn't help myself but sneak into his room stripping myself of my clothes and touching myself in his bed.

My body squirmed in his bed I couldn't help myself "yn yn" I shook my head coming out of my daze "get back into the lesson" tonowari murmured handing out a small booklet to each of us.

His presences lingering at my desk people starting asking questions on the new work and before I knew it we were packing up for the end of the day.

I swung my bag over my shoulder and started making my way to the door "yn I need to speak with you" I froze blushing at his commanding tone.

I stared at the door for a few seconds as I watched the last student leave "yes Mr tonowari" I tried my best to smile as I turned to him "close the door" he murmured.

I did as I was asked my hands slightly quivering as I stood infront of him he quickly grabbed something from his desk and when I caught sight of what it was I wanted to die.

"Are these yours" he grinned as he hung the slutty looking red underwear infront my me my face turned fifty shades of pink "n-no" I stuttered.

He rolled his eyes and stuffed them in his pocket before coming closer to me and leaned down to my height "oh really then who was it I caught touching herself in my bed" he said teasingly.

I wanted to run and hide never to come out again but why wasn't he mad did he actually like it.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out he only shook his head chuckling to himself "who knew the girl that used to be in our house since she was in diapers was such a slut" he growled.

I stumbled on my feet and he was quick to catch me and pulled me in close "and who knew she had a crush on her best friends dad and her own teacher" he bit his lip looking down at me.

We stared at each other in silence in till he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss he started guiding me with his hands to his desk i let out a small squeak as my back hit the desk.

His hands started gliding up and down my body as he whispered dirty phrases to me "i bet you've fantasized about this before slut" he groaned as he started grinding into me.

I bit my lip so hard i thought it would draw blood just to stuffle my moans I could feel his cock throbbing through our clothes.

It was like an unspoken conversation we just started taking off eachothers clothes and admiring eachothers body's "fuck I wanted to fuck you since that sleepover" he muttered as he pushed inside me.

My mouth formed an o shape as he started thrusting inside me "tonowari" I moaned my nails dragging themselves up and down his back making him groan out.

Tonowari picked me up and layed me on the desk so he could get a better angle "f-fuck yn" he growled his hands gripping my shoulders and pulling me onto his further.

My eyes started to roll as I felt myself nearing my climax and I guess he felt the same as his cock started to throb and pulse.

"C-cum in me" I whined wrapping my legs around his waist locking them tightly "yn" he warned "please just cum in me" I moaned loudly as my back arched as I cam.

He yelled out in pleasure and spelt himself inside me as he slowed his thrusts he moved his hands from my shoulders onto the desk caging me down as he stared at me with half lidded eyes.

"Fuck I needed this"

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@sweetirilly

@greekgods15

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drawn Together 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You admire the tattoo through the plastic film. It’s so vibrant and red. The outline is beautiful and precise. You worried it would be less than with all your fidgeting but the hours of sitting paid off wonderfully.

You set your feet flat as Sam tosses his gloves and gathers up his tools. You fix the flat pleats of your straight cut skirt and smooth your white blouse. Plain and simple and neat. Just how everything in your life is. Well, except your tattoo.

You’re almost giddy. You feel so… edgy. You know you’re not but you’re going to enjoy the idea.

Your excitement is short lived as a heat settles over you. Like a shell you can’t see. You latch onto your wrist, holding your arms in front of you meekly as you peek across the shop. That man, Steve, he’s watching you again. You’re not sure he ever stopped as you kept your eyes on your round-toed flats for most of the time.

He smiles. The expression deepens the lines in his face and adds definition to his bearded jaw. His blue eyes sparkle deviously as you shy away. That’s the kind of boy, well, man, your mother would warn you about. Fifteen years ago and today.

You follow Sam to the counter and stir out your wallet from your black purse. You count out the rest of the fee in cash and hand it over. He explains the after care as he checks your count.

“Once you see blood under that film, you should take it off. Don’t keep it on longer than six hours. Don’t wrap it after and try to wear light clothing.”

“First ink?” The man interrupts, causing you to visibly flinch. Sam looks over your head and you hesitate to answer.

“Um, yes,” you turn your head only slightly and raise your voice so he can hear over the buzz.

“Can’t see it from here. What is it?”

“Steve, mind your business,” Sam retorts as he closes the till, “sorry about that. He’s always been too nosy for his own good.”

“You don’t gotta apologise for me,” Steve calls back, “I’m curious, is all. Sweetheart, if I disturbed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you bend your ankle nervously and try to muster a smile at Sam, “thanks, I really like it. I love it. The colour is so good.”

“Appreciate it. As long as you're happy, I’m happy,” he grins, “here, take this.” He takes out a small booklet, “it’s everything you need to know about aftercare. Keep it clean, don’t touch it.”

“Oh, great,” you accept it, “that’s wonderful.” You tuck it into your purse, “thanks again. I’ll, er, I’ll go.”

“Have a good day,” Sam responds smoothly, a much needs balance for your awkwardness.

You turn and head for the door. You hear a low growl and peer back as you push through. Nat lifts her gun and punches Steve’s arm as he leans to keep an eye on you.

“Would you sit fucking still?” She hisses as he snickers in amusement.

You escape his gaze and the shop swiftly. That went a lot better than you thought. You only wish he hadn’t been there. Watching. A scary man like him, tattoos and all.

Well, you’ll never have another reason to go back to the shop or see that man. You had your dose of rebellion.

🎹

You resist the urge to scratch your ankle. You have discipline. An overbearing degree of discipline. Hammered so deep that you’re left hewn in rigid stone.

The rules. You’ve always been good at following those. It’s the one talent you have.

Aside from the piano.

You set up for the day, your ritual the same as every other. You change the water in the vase and place the long stems inside. The lilies are starting to wilt but they look good enough. You put them on the window sill, a soft breeze flowing in and fluttering the curtains.

You quickly brush a feather duster around the apartment, searching for any spec of dust. You’re gentle at the piano, the old boxy instrument is finely tuned despite its worn varnish. The bench is in a better state as you recently had it reupholstered.

You kick the corner of the carpet down as it folded over with an errant step and you pause to check out the tattoo. It’s so cool. Or cool to you. It’s probably lame to everyone else.

You imagine the rolling eyes and low whispers. Not really the tattoo type…

The boring type. That’s what you are. You live in your corner of the world and you keep to it. You don’t impinge, you don’t intrude, you are a very mindful person. Of others as much as yourself.

You fold the dusters and hang it in the closet from the hook on the inside of the door. You shut it, the hinges squeaking slightly. The walkup was inherited along with the piano. Both belonged to your grandfather. The same man who taught you how to play.

You breathe out as you run your fingertips along the belt of your dress. Some would say it’s out of style, you say it’s vintage. Nothing too flashy. Forest green with cap sleeves.

It’s always a bit nerve wracking to take on a new student. Amanda moved away and so the vacancy needs to be filled. You keep to a particular capacity. Both to maintain your sanity and your finances. Too many and you won’t be an effective teacher, too few and you won’t be able to afford the keys to practice.

It’s not too difficult. Usually their parents walk them in, talk a little bit, and go. Some of them stay after a few lessons to hear their children’s progress. You offer them tea if they do and some shortbread cookies; your grandmother’s secret recipe.

You pace as you check your watch, a slender golden chain attached to an oval face. You tap the glass with your fingernail and sigh. Two minutes.

You twirl and repeat your steps across the rug, just across the top of the stairs. You pull down your lip anxiously but correct the impatient habit quickly. Don’t fidget so much. Stop picking at yourself. Your mother’s voice lives in your head.

You circle around and straighten the framed embroidery above the antique side table. You lean back on your heel and consider it. Still a bit off. You work at getting it perfect, your obsession pierced by the doorbell.

You recoil and go to the top of the stairs. You look down and see a silhouette on the other side of the half-moon pane set into the thick walnut door. You glide your hand down the banister as you descend and steady yourself at the bottom.

You set your shoulders and smile. You’ve done this so many times before. Why are you so unsure? When have you ever been sure? Oh gosh, what if they see your tattoo? What if they think you’re trouble?

You grasp the curled handle and twist it. You pull the door open and your cheek twitches in surprise as you face the unexpectedly familiar face. You blink long and hard. You don’t believe it. It can’t be him. You must be dreaming. That must be why this whole day has felt so surreal.

“Hi,” Steve’s deep tone washes over you like a tide.

“Um, hello,” you look to the right, then the left, then at him. He’s alone. It’s just him. Why is he here?

You can’t be mistaken. You see the tattoos peeking out at the ends of his jacket sleeves along his knuckles. His newest addition shows through the white fabric of his plain cotton tee. It’s definitely the same man. How could you forget those eyes?

“I’m here for piano lessons? This is the right unit, right?”

“Piano? I– yeah, I teach but, er…” you reach to rub your neck and his gaze follows the gesture before returning to your face. He watches you intently, just like at the shop. “I usually teach–”

“Beginners,” he smirks, “yeah, I know I’m a bit old but I always wanted to learn.”

“Well, of course, um, anyone can learn but I…” you try not to show your confusion.

It’s not his age. You’ve taught adults before. No, it’s that he’s even there. This can’t be a coincidence, can it? Or maybe he doesn’t even remember you.

“So, you healing up?”

“What?”

“The tattoo.”

“Oh, uh,” you look down at your feet, “sure. It’s… alright.”

“I’m dying to scratch mine,” he chuckles, “which is why I need something to keep my hands busy.”

“Yes, I mean, okay,” you grip the door tightly.

“All cards on the table, I heard you in the shop say you taught piano,” he confesses, “I looked you up. I’m sorry. I hope that’s not weird.”

You let out a long breath. It is weird but he is being honest. He doesn’t seem like he’s up to anything. And anyone can get a tattoo, even you. So maybe he isn’t too bad. And maybe you need the cheque.

“You’re late,” you say, “usually I ask my students to be ten minutes early.”

“Got it,” he nods, “promise, it won’t happen again.”

“Put your shoes on the mat,” you back up and open the door, “since we’re already behind, I won’t have time for the tea.”

“Maybe next time,” he breaks the threshold as he peers around at the entryway, “nice place.”

“It is,” you say, “the piano is upstairs.”

You spin on your heel and scurry up the steps. You cling to the railing to keep yourself on your feet. Now that he’s inside, you’re even less sure about this.

[justagalwhowrites]

Yearling - Ch. 11: Touch

Ellie helps you recover from your discovery in the wilderness. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-10 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Mild violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only 

Length: 8.5k 

AO3 | Chapter One | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

The pounding on your front door broke you out of the daze you’d been stuck in for who knows how long. 

You were in the closet under the stairs, curled up on the mattress, staring at the wall. That’s all you’d really done besides work at the stables since coming back from the run to find the feral horses. It had been just over a week. Or you thought so, anyway. Time had warped, condensed and extended and melted and combined. You’d worn the same clothes for at least three days at one point. Maybe longer. You weren’t entirely sure. Getting changed required time and effort and energy you just didn’t have. So did playing guitar and going to the mess hall for food and anything but working with the new horses, really. And that you only did because it was cruel not to, stealing wild and free things just to imprison and neglect them. They had to be trained and taught so you did. You just weren’t thrilled about it.

“Bambi!” Ellie called, pausing the pounding for a moment. “I know you’re in there, lemme in!” 

You groaned. 

“C’mon,” she called. You suspected she had her face pressed to the glass of your front door from the sound of it. “I’m not leaving until you answer!” 

You shoved yourself out of bed and drew Joel’s shirt tight around your front, heading for the door. You were right, Ellie’s face was pressed against the glass. With a resigned sigh, you opened the door. 

“About fucking time,” she said, pushing past you and into the house like she lived there. 

“Oh excuse me for not running on your schedule,” you rolled your eyes, closing your door behind her and trialing behind her to your living room. “Look, Ellie…” 

“Here,” she dropped her backpack onto your couch and rifled through it until she found a CD and she pressed it to your chest. “Educate me.” 

“Um,” you took the CD and Ellie crossed her arms, her brows up expectantly. You looked at her for a moment before looking down at the case. The cover was cracked and the booklet warped and water damaged but you recognized it. “This is The Smiths by… well, The Smiths. They’re great, you’ll like them. This Charming Man is on this one, it’s one of my favorites.” 

You held the CD out to her. She just looked at you. 

You sighed. 

“Ellie…” 

“I could have just listened to it without you, you know,” she said. “Didn’t want to. Tell me about the music.” 

“Well, Johnny Marr is amazing…” you trailed off, looking at the CD for a moment before looking back at Ellie. “Look, kid, can we do this another time?” 

“No.” 

“I’m just…” 

“I haven’t seen you in like a week and a half,” she said, her expression oddly soft. “Not really, just at the stable where you say like three words to me and I thought maybe you were mad at me or something…” 

“Oh, honey, no, I’m not…” 

“I know,” she cut you off again. “Because I actually went and talked to Joel. Fucking Joel. And it turns out you’re just not talking to anybody right now, you’re doing that whole ‘Hi, I’m Bambi and I don’t need people I’m going to just hide in my house’ thing you do and you know what? It fucking sucks, OK? Because you have people who care about you now, you let us be friends with you and then you just decide to go hide and not tell any of us why and make us worry and it’s shitty. You’re being shitty. You’re supposed to let us help you.” 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose for a moment, your arm propped on the one around your waist.  

“Look, Ellie,” you said, dropping your hand away from your face again. “You’re a kid, alright? You’re a really fucking great kid but you’re a kid. It’s not your job to deal with my shit.” 

“Well, you’re my friend,” she stuck her small chin out, defiant. “And I don’t know about you but I help my friends.” 

You shook your head. 

“I’m old enough to be your mom,” you said. “It’s different.” 

 “Fine,” she said. “Don’t talk to me about it then. But we’re going to dance party about it. Because I want to. And apparently I’m a fucking kid which means I get what I want.” 

You just raised your eyebrows, skeptical. Her face softened again. 

“C’mon,” she said. “The dance party thing helps. You know it does.” 

You sighed - a little dramatically, maybe, but purposely - and went to the stereo to put the CD in. 

“I’m skipping to my favorite song then,” you said. “We’ll give you a full education on The Smiths and Johnny Marr another day.” 

She smiled.

“Hell yeah.” 

You hadn’t ever expected Ellie to be the one making you dance around your living room but it made you oddly happy that she wanted to, that she saw it as a solution. 

Up until now, you’d been the initiator of the dance parties. The first time was after a movie night. You’d stayed at the back, next to Joel, and, at the end of the night, watched as Ellie’s face fell when her friend Dina leaned in and kissed her other friend, Jesse, on their way out of the hall. 

“Oh, I forgot, I have something for Ellie,” you said, looking up at Joel. “Think I’ll drag her to my place. See you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” he said. “Let me… let me know how she’s doin’?” 

“I will,” you smiled a little and jogged to catch up with the teenagers, falling into step next to Ellie. 

“Hey kid,” you said. “I have a CD for you, you free?” 

“Oh, um…” She looked at Jesse and Dina, talking the way couples do, before looking back to you. “Sure. See you guys later?” 

She said her goodbyes and followed you home, a little distracted the whole way.

“So,” you said as soon as it was just the two of you in your living room as you looked for a CD. “How long have you had a crush on Dina?” 

“Only for…” She froze, eyes wide before looking up at you. “Wait, no, I…” 

“What?” You asked, finding a Weezer album. 

“Dina’s a girl.” 

“Your observational skills are top tier, kid,” you said, turning on the stereo. “Should put you out on patrol as soon as possible.” 

“I just…” She looked at the ground. “I don’t…” 

“You like girls, right?” You shrugged. “That’s OK.” 

She was quiet for a moment before she sighed. 

“Doesn’t feel OK,” she kicked the ground a little. “Feels fuckin’ shitty.” 

“Why?” You asked, putting the CD in. “Because people think you shouldn’t like girls or because you’ve got a crush on Dina?” 

“Look, it’s not that big of a deal,” she said after a minute. “And it’s not like I’m Dina’s type so I should just get over it and move the fuck on.” 

“Who says you’re not her type?” 

“Uh, me,” she looked at you like you were nuts. “Because I’m a girl, in case you hadn’t fucking noticed. Dina likes boys, she’s made that very clear.” 

“She can also like girls,” you shrugged. Ellie looked skeptical. “Kid, if you can’t like boys and girls, someone’s going to need to explain something to me and my ex boyfriends and ex girlfriends, alright? I’m not saying Dina will ever be into you. She’s an idiot if she’s not but that doesn’t mean she will be. I’m just saying don’t write her off because she likes boys.” 

You pressed play on the stereo. 

“This is Weezer,” you said. “Which, as it happens is excellent dance party music.” 

“The fuck do you mean dance party?” 

“I mean,” you said, taking her hands and tugging her to the middle of the living room before shoving the coffee table to the side. “Sometimes there’s not a damn thing you can do about shit and, when that happens but you still feel like you want to do something, you dance party about it.” 

“This sounds dumb.” 

“It’s not. Stay put.” 

You went back to the stereo and skipped ahead to Buddy Holly and started just kind of bouncing to the beat, just like Marisa had first done with you in your cabin almost a decade and a half before. She’d been trying to pull you out of your own head after a particularly bad day on both the trapping and horse training fronts. 

“You carry that shit in your body, Baby,” she said as you hummed Tubthumping - because that was what Marisa wanted to dance to and you’d give her just about whatever she wanted. You rolled your eyes as she put her hands on your hips and made them twist in time to the song. “Gotta shake it out before it eats you up.” 

But she was right, it did feel better when you moved your body. So you’d kept doing it, even after Marisa left. Though it was definitely better when you had access to electricity and a stereo.

Ellie watched you skeptically and you took her hands again, pulling her in toward you before stepping back out again. She made a face but started bouncing a little on beat. 

“There we go,” you smiled, still holding her hands until she was fully into it. By the time you let her go, she was jumping and yelling along with the music. The two of you moved without any thought or plan to it until Ellie collapsed, breathless, on your couch. You turned down the stereo and flopped on the loveseat. 

“Better?” You asked, a sticky sheen of sweat on your skin. 

“Weirdly yes,” she said, sinking back into the couch. “Still shitty but… it’s better.” 

Now, it was Ellie trying to get you to dance. 

You pressed play and checked the back of the CD for the track number before skipping ahead. You turned up the volume and Ellie pursed her lips, nodding a little, analyzing it. 

“So who is Johnny Marr?” She asked. 

“Guitarist,” you said. “Obviously. Lead singer is Morrissey but he’s kind of a dick. Or was, I suppose, he’s probably long dead.” 

“Or being a dick as an infected,” she smirked a little, taking your hands the same way you’d done with her the first time you were trying to get her to dance in your living room. You let her move your arms and you started bouncing a little to the music. She smiled and let your hands go and, for a moment, it was like your brain switched off. You jumped and moved your arms and let yourself go out of control, all this anger and hurt and despair that had been building and building inside of you since you’d found your home burned to the ground and lost any hope of finding everything you’d lost suddenly spilling out of you. You weren’t sure how long you were dancing like a maniac, just that, when you finished, you grabbed a pillow off the couch and screamed into it until there was nothing left inside you and you collapsed, body limp. 

Ellie went and turned the music down before flopping next to you. You looked at her and she dropped her head to your shoulder. 

“Better?” She asked, breathless. 

“Yeah,” you panted, resting your head on hers. “Thanks kiddo.” 

“Still not going to tell me what it is, are you?” She asked. 

You sighed. 

“I went back to where I used to live,” you said, picking your words carefully. “There was… I was hoping to find… I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s gone now and I hadn’t expected that and… It’s been hard.” 

“What’d you lose?” Ellie asked. “I’m sure we could find it or something like it…” 

You laughed once, a little darkly. 

“Not really something you can replace,” you said. “But I appreciate the thought.” 

“Shitty,” Ellie said. 

You smiled a bit. She was a blunt little thing, you’d give her that. 

“Yeah, it is.” 

“Was life shitty before?” She asked. “Before the outbreak, I mean. Like I know shit wasn’t great all the time but…” 

You frowned for a second. 

“It had its moments,” you said evenually. “You still lost what you cared about the most sometimes. But it wasn’t like it is now, out there. Jackson’s better, at least.” 

Ellie sighed heavily, sounding far too sad and almost guilt ridden for someone so young. 

“Hey,” you elbowed her lightly. “Still want to learn more horse shit?” 

“Yes,” she shifted so she was looking at you again. “Are they getting to the point that you’ll let me work with them?” 

“Not quite,” you said and she visibly deflated. You laughed a little. “But if you want to come practice, help keep the horses we already have trained up in good shape…”   

“Yeah?” She asked, her face lighting up a bit. “Can I come by tomorrow?” 

“Sure,” you shrugged. “I’ve been focused on the new additions, anything you want to do with the rest of the group is welcome.” 

She hung out for a little while longer, just talking. You had a hard time fully paying attention, you had to ask her to repeat a few things. It was like your mind was fogged, like you were trying to see through haze or hear through a dull roar. But Ellie didn’t complain, going back over whatever you asked. 

When you walked her out, you felt exhausted but better than you had in a while. A low bar, but you’d take what you could get. 

“You’re not going to like… run away or some shit right?” Ellie asked as she stood on your porch. You frowned and went to answer, but she didn’t give you the chance. “I don’t care about a lot of people, OK? But just about all of them have fucking died or left me and I’m really tired of losing fucking everybody. So if you could just…” 

“I’m not planning to leave, kiddo,” you cut her off, smiling as much as you could. “You’re stuck with me.” 

She nodded for a second before she was quickly, suddenly, hugging you. It surprised you for a second, her small, warm body against yours. There was a shock of fear for a moment but you put your arms around her, anyway, and the feeling faded. When she stepped back, she had her usual Ellie expression. Like nothing could get to her. 

“Good,” she said, shoving her hands in her pockets and turning to leave before she turned around. “Right, I forgot, Joel said he missed you. And that he’d be at the mess hall early tomorrow for breakfast. Not that I really care but… I can count on one hand the people who are alive today that man gives a shit about and you’re one of them. So… Maybe go to breakfast tomorrow. Early.” 

You smiled a little. 

“Right,” you said. “Not that you care but… I’ll try. Really.” 

“Cool,” she smiled a little. “Nice to actually see you again, Bambi. Try not to ditch me again.” 

You were exhausted but had a hard time actually falling asleep. You hadn’t been this… conscious since you’d gotten back to Jackson. It was like Ellie had dragged you out of a stupor you hadn’t fully realized you’d been in. Now that everything wasn’t dulled and hazy, there was an ache in your chest that radiated out through everything. You tried not to think about what was lost - tried to remember that you hadn’t been there in years, nothing had really changed just because you’d seen it. Tried to remind yourself that it had been a long shot, anyway. That you hadn’t really expected to find anything useful, anyway. You’d gone on the off chance that you would. 

It was still devastating. 

You let yourself cry for a bit before your mind drifted to other things, things Ellie had talked about. That you had people here, people you’d all but abandoned in the last week. 

It should have occurred to you sooner. You’d thought of both Joel and Ellie but you hadn’t really realized that they would think of you, too. 

But a new shirt from Joel had shown up, wrapped in paper, on your porch a few days earlier. You’d barely taken it off since, the warm scent of him wearing off faster than usual this time around. It should have at least crossed your mind then that Joel was still thinking about you, even as you’d been actively avoiding him. Not because you didn’t want to see him or be near him but because you were worried it would hurt too much, that he’d see right through you and call you on your bullshit. 

You owed it to Joel to at least talk to him, you realized now. He’d made it very clear that he cared about you - all but shouted it, really - and you’d just cut him off. Ellie was right, you were being shitty.

It was still dark when you went to the mess hall, the town still sleeping. You headed there slowly, kicking rocks in the dirt and fidgeting with the sleeves of Joel’s latest shirt as you walked. You leaned against the wall of the hall, near enough to the doors that you could see them but far enough away that it was unlikely anyone would come talk to you, and you waited, arms crossed over your chest. 

You tried to not think about it, still adjusting to the new level of consciousness as you emerged from the fog. Instead, you looked up at the constellations, the twinge of sunrise on the horizon. 

You heard Joel before you saw him, his heavy footfalls on the rocks oddly loud in the quiet of the early summer morning. You found him then, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped, turning down the road you were on. He looked almost sad and you hated that you might have something to do with that. 

You pushed yourself off the wall and stood there, arms crossed, watching him. He noticed you quickly and, even from a distance, you saw him smile a bit, walking a little faster. You met him in the street in front of the mess hall, lips drawn into a tight, awkward smile. 

“Hey,” you said, shoving your hands in your pockets. 

“Hey,” he smiled wider, standing so close to you that you could feel the heat of him on the morning air. It was alluring, magnetic. You wanted to fall into it and be absorbed by it. “How’ve you been doin’? Missed you.” 

“Missed you too,” you said looking at his chest instead of directly at him. “Joel…” 

You trailed off, not really sure what to say or how to say it. 

“S’OK,” he said gently. You looked up at him. His eyes were tender and soft, crinkled at the edges. “Really.” 

You nodded and swallowed past the pinch of tears at the back of your throat, leaning forward until you were against him. He didn’t even hesitate, his arms wrapping around you, one hand on the back of your rib cage, the other cradling your head to his chest. You pulled your hands from your pockets and clung to him, fingers clutching onto his broad back and a sob slipped free, one that made it hard to breathe. 

“I’m sorry,” your voice trembled and he stroked your hair. “I didn’t think and…” 

“I said it’s OK because it’s OK sweetheart,” he said softly, his hand keeping a steady, grounding rhythm over you. “As long as you’re alright, that’s all I care bout.” 

He held you like that for a while, until the edge of the sky was pink with a cotton candy dawn and you broke away from him, wiping your eyes on your shirt sleeves. 

“Think I soaked your shirt,” you sniffed, laughing a little. “Sorry about that.” 

“Don’t mind,” he said, voice a little rough. “Just… glad to see you again.” 

You nodded and sniffed again. 

“You too.” 

Things were a bit easier after that. Your life had been strangely off kilter without Joel in it, you were just still so accustomed to weathering it alone you hadn’t fully realized why. It was a natural pattern to fall back into, being next to him again, talking to him again, touching him again. When you went by his house that night, he brought out the guitar but you didn’t take it. Instead, you sat next to him on the porch, your head on his shoulder as the crickets chirped and the wind rustled in the fullness of summer leaves. He played Blackbird and you sang quietly along, relishing making something with him, being a part of something with him. 

It was better because of Ellie, too. She came by the barn every night for the next two weeks and dove right into helping with the other horses, taking a different one out every day to give it a work out, focusing on ones that hadn’t been on patrol in a few days. 

She even liked watching you work with the other horses. The stallion, Ares, was feisty. He was pushing back on you every step of the way, reminding you of Triton on your father’s ranch when you were a girl. 

He was taking a lot of work and you were having to coax him to where you wanted him to be. You knew better than to try and force him. He was like a teenager in that way, he’d push back on something you required just because you required it.  He seemed to resent captivity, seemed to resent you. You had to wear him down, bit by bit. 

You got him to saddle broke and decided to try him with a rider, something Ellie was especially interested to watch. 

“You cannot do this,” you said sternly as you got in position to mount him. “I mean it, Ellie, do not even think about tryin’ this, you hear me?” 

“Yeah yeah,” she said. You could hear the eye roll in her voice. “And how old were you when you broke your first horse?” 

“That’s different,” you said. 

“You say that a lot.” 

“Because it’s true,” you said, offering Ares your palm. He sniffed it and huffed for a moment before he pressed his velvet muzzle into your hand. You curled your fingers gently over him and gave him a scratch. “I was on a horse before I could walk. This guy is dangerous. Do not - and I mean do not - go anywhere near him without me. Say you understand.” 

“I understand, Jesus,” she rolled her eyes again. “I swear, Bambi, sometimes you feel like my fucking mom…” 

“That’s because I’m old and I’m bossing you around,” you said, climbing the fence post and putting your hands on his saddle. “Don’t come in here while I’m workin’ with him, get ready to jump on the other side of that fence.” 

“I heard you, damn.” 

You nodded and took a deep breath, a new appreciation for the grief you’d given your family when you’d started climbing on the backs of unbroke horses as a child. You jumped on Ares’ back and he whinnied, immediately trying to buck you off. You got a good hold with your boots, heels dug low in the stirrups, and you let your hips go loose while holding on with your legs. He got a good jerk in and the hand not holding the reins flew down to the back of the saddle, holding on tight as he stomped and hurled his massive body through the air. 

He tried to throw you for what felt like forever but, eventually, he started losing steam. You took advantage of the lull and moved the reins down into a one rein stop, forcing him to circle, his feet still stomping impatiently. 

“There we go,” you said soothingly, gently, loosening your legs’ grip on his ribcage. “You’re doing so good, Ares. Just my best boy, that’s what you are…” 

It took a few minutes for him to calm entirely but he did, still tossing his head periodically as he walked around the outer edge of the paddock. Every now and then he’d think he had you, try and buck again, but you were getting better at reading him. You could tell when you needed to hold on, when he was going to act out. He wasn’t heeding real commands yet, but he was at least starting to tolerate you on him. You’d take that.

“Is it OK if I go get Shimmer?” Ellie called after a few minutes. 

“Should be safe,” you said, staying focused on Ares. “By the time you get her saddled, I’ll be wrapping up with this guy, anyway. Don’t wanna push him too hard.” 

You stayed on the horse, letting him control things for the most part, starting to try to nudge him this way and that with your legs and by shifting your weight, when you heard raised voices inside the barn. One of them was Ellie. 

You got off Ares faster than you should have considering his lack of training. He stomped and bucked as you moved, making you fall off him and land with a thud in the dirt. You scrambled to your feet, dodging his massive hooves and left him to run the paddock alone, racing for the source of the noise. 

“Fuck you, motherfucker!” Ellie was yelling at Simon. The man towered over her but she didn’t seem to give a shit, hurling her little body at him, shoving him back and before advancing on him again, getting in his face. “You don’t get to just say that shit…” 

“Hey!” You snapped, grabbing Ellie and putting her on the other side of you so you were between her and the man who stood there, his eyes narrowed at her. “Want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?” 

“This little…” Simon began but Ellie cut him off. 

“He was saying some bullshit about you to his stupid friend,” she jerked her chin at another man who was in the corner, looking like he wanted to stay out of it. You were pretty sure his name was Ben but you weren’t sure. He was relatively new to town, the man Tommy had been patrolling with while Joel was with you. “He can’t just say that shit!” 

“Ellie,” you said gently. “Don’t need you to pick fights over me…” 

“I didn’t pick shit,” she snapped, lunging for him again. You caught her, throwing your arm out across her stomach. “He called you a stupid cunt, fuck him!” 

You looked at Simon, brows raised. 

“I’m a stupid cunt?” You asked. “Love to know where you got that idea, especially since I doubt you’d know what a cunt looked like if one smacked you in the face.” 

There was a twinge in his jaw. You waited for him to talk. This wasn’t anything new for you, though it had been years since you’d had to deal with this kind of shit. You’d been the only woman on the ranch you worked on and none of the men ever wanted to listen to a damn thing you had to say. You always had to make them. But by the time you were done with them, they listened. Whether they liked it or not, they listened. 

“It’s bullshit you’ve got some fuckin’ kid in here working with the animals,” he bit out. “She doesn’t know jack shit, I ran this stable for years before you showed up and you’ve got me in here mucking goddamn stalls when I’m working here instead of…” 

“Instead of you fucking up my fucking horses?” You finished for him, crossing your arms and stepping closer to him. “If you don’t like the way I run this goddamn stable you can get the fuck out. Any idiot can muck a stall, that’s why I’ve got you doin’ it. Can’t trust you with fuck all else, you proved that. These animals are my responsibility and I’m not about to entrust them to someone who can’t tell his head from a hole in the ground. When you’re here, you do what I fuckin’ say so you can either get with the program or drag your sorry ass over to Maria and explain why you’re not allowed in the stable anymore. And I swear to God I hear you raise your voice to a kid again I will put my boot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting leather for a week, do I make myself clear?” 

He looked like he wanted to hit you. You planted your feet. 

“Try it,” you snapped. “I’ve killed bigger assholes than you.” 

He glared at you, grinding his teeth, before he stomped off, the other man trailing behind him. Ben caught your eye as he passed and you frowned, watching him. It was the first time you’d been close to him at all, the first time he’d made eye contact with you, and there was something familiar about him but you couldn’t place why. You shook yourself mentally before looking back to Ellie. 

“You OK?” 

“Fine,” she was watching the doorway, her eyes narrowed. 

“Next time, just get me,” you said, dropping your arms and trying to release some of the tension in your body. “I’ve been dealing with idiots like that since before you were born, it don’t bother me.” 

“He shouldn’t get to just say that shit,” she snapped. “He’s a dick.” 

“He’s a dick,” you agreed. “But, in the grand scheme of things, some asshole calling me a cunt is nothing. Not worth you getting hurt over, alright? But I appreciate the thought.” 

Ellie shrugged. 

“He should just be thankful Joel didn’t hear that shit,” Ellie laughed once, darkly. “He’d be dead.” 

“And that’s definitely an overreaction,” you smiled a little. “You saddle up Shimmer, I’m going to bring in Ares before there’s any more trouble here today.” 

Joel met you at the barn to go to dinner and Ellie was still there, putting Shimmer’s tack away. You were prepared to try to run interference but, it turned out, it wasn’t necessary. 

“Hey Kiddo,” Joel said, giving her a soft smile. 

“Hey,” she said, taking the bridle off the horse. You glanced at Joel, your brows up, trying not to freak out. It felt like she might startle if you spoke too fast or reacted too big, like she was a wild animal who needed coaxing. 

“How’ve you been doin’?” Joel asked, voice almost disturbingly calm, all things considered. 

“Alright,” she shrugged. “How about you?” 

Joel was quiet for a moment, clearing his throat. When he spoke, his voice was thick. 

“Oh, you know,” he shrugged. “Doin’ OK.” 

“Good,” Ellie nodded. “That’s… that’s good.” 

“School goin’ alright?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly. “Been reading some cool stuff so…” 

“That’s good,” he replied. “You should tell me about it sometime. If you want. I’d like to hear about it.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” she said, hanging the last of the tack on the wall. She looked at you. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Yup,” you nodded. “See you then.” 

She looked at Joel again. 

“See you,” she said, not waiting for him to reply before leaving the barn. Joel just stood there, watching where she’d walked for a moment, almost like he was waiting for a ghost to return. 

“Joel,” you said after a moment, pulling him out of it. 

“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat before looking at you. “Ready?” 

“Yeah,” you said, going and standing close to him. “You?” 

“Didn’t think she’d actually talk to me,” he said, looking back toward the door again. “I’m gonna keep tryin’ even if she never does but… Damn, it was nice to actually get somethin’ out of the kid.” 

You put your hand on his back and ran it over him gently. He took a deep breath, one you could feel below your palm. You rested your head against his arm, hoping that having someone close was a help and not a hindrance. 

“C’mon,” he said, slipping an arm around you, his hand finding the curve of your waist as he squeezed you against him. “Let’s go.” 

At the mess hall, it was business as usual with Ellie. She was sitting with her friends - including Dina - and ignoring Joel. The two of you sat with Tommy, Maria and William and you were laughing at some smart ass comment Tommy made when Ben ran over to the table. He put his hand in the middle of your back, making you stiffen. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said quickly, his eyes wide. “Went back to the stable, left something there earlier, and there’s something wrong with that new stallion, he’s thrashing something fierce, I’m worried he’s going to hurt himself…” 

“Shit,” you said, jumping up. Joel went to follow you but you waved him off. “No, stay put, I’m the only one he knows, you won’t be any help. I’ll see you later.” 

You didn’t wait for a response, just running for the stables, Ben at your heels. 

It was quiet when you got there, dark. You frowned. Ares might have calmed himself down but that seemed unlikely. 

“What…” you began but the stable door closed and latched, the sound heavy behind you. 

You spun quickly, heart pounding, suddenly sharply alert. 

“Hello, cunt.” 

*** 

Joel felt uneasy. He couldn’t put his finger on why but something wasn’t right. 

“Joel.” 

Tommy snapped him out of his own head. 

“Sorry, yeah,” Joel said. “What was that?” 

“Next week, you and Bambi, overnight patrol,” he said. “Think that’ll work?” 

“Yeah,” Joel nodded. “Yeah, that’ll be fine, she’s more than ready for it, so long as she’s not too exhausted from the extra shit at the stables…” 

“I’ll check in,” Tommy said. “See if things are at a point where she can take a few days, I know she’s been going pretty non-stop over there.” 

“Yeah,” Joel said again, looking back toward the door you’d ran out of. 

Tommy sighed. 

“Yo, space cadet.” Joel looked at him. “You’re literally on another planet. Just go find her before you pull your fuckin’ hair out. That’s the last thing you got goin’ for you, can’t afford to lose it all to stress.” 

Joel just nodded, looking back toward the door, too busy fighting off the growing anxious feeling in his chest to give Tommy shit back. 

“See y’all later,” he said, not even looking back at Tommy and Maria. He had to try not to run through the mess hall. Something was wrong. He could feel it, the thrum of it in his body, on the air. 

Once he was on the street, he ran the short distance to the stables. When he got there, the door was closed and locked but he could hear something on the other side of it, the cadence of voices and a quiet yelp that belonged to you. 

“Hey!” He slammed his shoulder into the door, the wood jerking forward just an inch under his weight. 

“Joel!” It was the first thing you’d said that he could understand, followed by another strangled cry before you voice lowered to something he couldn’t make out. He threw himself against the door again and it budged another inch. His heart was in his throat. Something had happened, you were in trouble just feet away and he couldn’t get to you. He threw himself against the door again and again and again before it finally gave way and he stumbled into the barn. 

Simon and Ben, a man who was new to Jackson, both looked surprised to see him there, like they hadn’t expected him to get in. They were standing by the gate to Ares’ stall, the horse thrashing and mad inside of it. 

It took him a second to realize what was happening, to recognize where your voice was coming from. He hadn’t been able to understand you before because you were using the voice you used with the horses, soothing and gentle, trying to ease the animal to calmness, but he couldn’t see you. Your voice was coming from the stall but he couldn’t see you. 

“Fuck off, Miller,” Simon snapped. “Not your business.” 

“Joel!” You called and the horse reared back. He realized where you where then. He couldn’t see you because you were on the ground, below the angry, 1,500 pound animal. 

“Not your fuckin’ business!” Simon yelled this time. There was blood at his temple, Ben’s lip was split. 

Joel felt it before he fully realized it, the rage that was spilling through him, flowing out from the core of him through his whole body. These men had put their hands on you, hurt you. He needed to kill them. Once you were safe, he was going to kill them. 

“Move!” He didn’t wait for them to listen, going for the door to the stall. Simon was stupid enough to try to block him and Joel punched him, hard, across the face. “I will kill you right here, fucking move!” 

Ben took Simon’s shoulder and pulled him back and Joel could actually look down into the stall and see you. You were on your back, arms up in front of you, saying “It’s OK, it’s OK” over and over in that calm voice of yours. 

“Bambi,” Joel fought to keep his voice calm, not wanting to risk alarming the horse any further.

“I’m OK,” you said quickly, rolling to dodge a hoof. Your voice was still almost disturbingly calm. “Open the gate and the go block where ever you came in through, make sure he can’t get out. I can get him back in if we can contain him but he’s too dangerous to let out.” 

He looked back behind him but Simon and Ben were both gone, apparently smart enough to take his threat seriously. 

“I got it,” he said, unlatching the gate and opening it. Ares charged forward and Joel ran for the downed door, blocking his path, going to reach for him before you cut him off. 

“Don’t touch him!” You were on your feet, already scrambling to get to the horse. “I’m the only one he knows, I got him…” 

You got in front of the horse, gently soothing him until you could get ahold of his bridle and guide him back to the stall, closing him in. 

The second the stall door was closed, Joel ran for you. You slumped against the nearest wall, panting for breath, your eyes shut tight. 

“Bambi,” he said, fighting to not touch you. 

“I’m OK,” you leaned forward, your forehead pressing into Joel’s chest and it was a relief when you did, his body relaxing. He pulled you against him, holding you close. “I’m OK.” 

“What happened?” He asked, resisting the urge to go and beat Simon to death with his bare hands. The fact that you were in his arms was the only reason he wasn’t.

“Got into a fight earlier with Simon,” you winced when Joel’s hand skimmed over your ribs. “Apparently didn’t take too kindly to that, decided to take shit into his own hands.” 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him,” he growled. 

“Not worth it,” you said, pressing yourself closer to him. “Leave it alone, Joel. I’ll tell Maria and the council in the morning, don’t do something stupid.” 

“Protecting you ain’t stupid,” he muttered, pressing his nose into your hair and breathing deep. “Not supposed to have people like that here, that’s the whole fuckin’ point. Gotta take ‘em out when we do.”

He pulled back from you enough to look you over. From what he could see, you’d landed more blows on Simon and Ben than they had on you. 

“You hurt?” He asked. “Can take you to see the doc…” 

“I’m fine,” you said. “Just gonna have a nasty bruise on my side where they slammed me into the stall door. Had worse.” 

He pulled you back against him and you melted into his body. Touching you, holding you was a grounding force. 

Joel hadn’t felt anything like this since he’d traveled with Ellie, this burning drive to rip and tear and hurt and kill. Someone had hurt you, tried to do worse to you and he hadn’t been there to protect you. “That’s why men like you and me are here.” Bill had been right. Joel had a job to do and not even God could help the motherfuckers who stood in his way. 

“C’mon,” he said, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Let’s get you home.”

You insisted on checking on Ares again before you left. He’d calmed and you got an apple, feeding him from the palm of your hand as you scratched his head. Joel tried to not think about how close you’d been to dying because of that horse. 

He kept an arm around you on the walk back to your house, looking and watching for any threats along the way. He wasn’t sure where Simon and Ben had gone but he sure as fuck wasn’t about to let them anywhere near you. He tried not to think about how he’d handle leaving you alone that night, considering setting up on your front porch to keep watch because his chest got tight at the thought of going home while leaving you vulnerable and alone. 

“Can I ask a favor?” You asked when the two of you reached your front door. 

“Not going to leave them alone if that’s what you’re askin’,” Joel said gruffly. 

“No,” you shook your head and shoved your hands in your pockets, looking at his chest instead of his face. “Would you… would you be OK staying here tonight? I don’t…” 

“Course, Bambi,” Joel cut you off. “I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

He didn’t just mean tonight. 

“Thanks,” you looked relieved and unlocked your door. 

You went in first and Joel hesitated a moment before following you. He’d never been inside your house before. It almost felt like he was stepping into a sacred space, something there worthy of worship and protection and adoration. He moved slowly, could sense the tension in your body. He put his hands in his pockets. 

“It’s probably dumb but…” you clenched your jaw for a moment. “When I’m… when it’s a bad night, I sleep in there.” 

You nodded toward a closet door tucked below the stairs. 

“It’s smaller so it feels safer, I can run easier if I need to, don’t think anyone would start there if they came in lookin’ for me…”

“Not dumb,” Joel said gently. Thinking of you sleeping there, alone and afraid, made his heart ache. “That where…”

“For tonight, yeah,” you said quickly. “If that’s OK.” 

“Course it’s OK.” 

“Right,” you nodded once. “Right, thank you.” 

You went to go get cleaned up and Joel tried to absorb as much of you as he could, moving slowly through your space. There was a book on the side table, something Joel didn’t recognize, some kind of historical thing. When he opened it, he found that you’d made notes in the margins. There was a stack of CDs by the stereo, a mix of artists and genres he couldn’t find much rhyme or reason to besides that they were just good. The music collection in general was huge, something that made him laugh a little. It was like you’d always been meant to live here, the house just waiting for you to move in and call it home. He was just trying to figure out how you had it organized when your voice appeared behind him. 

“By genre and then artist,” you said, all but reading his mind. “Genre’s by preference, though. But I kinda like everything.” 

It was more of your skin than Joel had ever seen, your legs bare below a pair of cotton shorts, arms and collarbones exposed in a matching tank top. The shorts made your legs seem long and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to ghost his hand over your skin, how soft and smooth you would be below his touch. There were scars at your wrists and ankles but you didn’t seem worried about hiding them, something Joel only just realized was probably purposeful. 

“You’ve got good taste,” Joel picked up the top CD, The Smiths. You smiled. 

“Ellie brought me that one. Conveniently ‘forgets’ it when she comes over. She’s a good kid.” 

Joel smiled a little, too. 

“Yeah, she is.”

He looked you up and down again, reassuring himself that you were whole, that they hadn’t hurt you. 

“You’re sure you’re alright?” He asked. 

You nodded and lifted your shirt to your ribs on one side, your skin already changing color. 

“Just that.”

Joel was moving for you before he fully realized what he was doing, his hands gently taking your waist and back where it didn’t look like you were hurt. You jumped but, before Joel had a chance to take his hands back, you leaned into his touch. 

“Sorry,” he said softly, bending to examine you. 

“It’s OK,” you sounded almost breathless. “It’s… it’s nice actually. You have nice hands.” 

He ran his thumbs over your damaged flesh, your skin somehow softer than he’d imagined it to be. Maybe it had just been too long since he’d properly touched a woman and he’d forgotten or maybe you were just that much softer than anyone else he’d ever touched but it made the want in him grow and rage inside him worse. You were softer, more delicate than you appeared. He was supposed to protect you and someone had hurt you, tried to kill you, and he hadn’t stopped it. He would stop it now.

“I’ll be fine,” you said quietly after a minute, voice still breathy. “Just tired.”

He brushed the bruised skin with his thumbs again, tracing the outline of your injury, before he straightened up. You lowered the shirt. 

“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s get you to bed.” 

You led the way to the closet and turned on the light. It wasn’t as bad as Joel had been expecting, more cozy than cramped. But the mattress was small, just a twin. 

“If you’d rather take the couch or the bed upstairs…” you looked up at him, your eyes wide again. Not with fear so much as hope this time. 

“Rather be close to you,” he said. His voice was rougher than he meant it to be. “In case they decide to try somethin’ stupid.” 

Joel’s accent got stronger when he was worked up. It was strong now. 

You nodded, the edges of your lips turned up in the barest hint of a smile, eyes relieved. 

There wasn’t much room in the closet outside the bed but you stood on one side of it and Joel on the other when you turned the light out. It was pitch black and Joel could only feel or hear your movements, but he could tell when you lowered yourself to the bed. He followed, as carefully and delicately as he could, trying not to accidentally hurt you. But once he was on the bed with you, everything seemed natural, simple. 

Your body curved - slowly at first and then all at once - back into him. He stretched the arm below him out and your head settled against his bicep, your hair damp from the shower. He didn’t mind. His other arm curled around you, gently pulling you back into him. He felt the tension leave your body, your limbs going soft and pliant, your breaths deep and even. He pressed his nose into your hair and took you into his lungs, absorbing the smell of you and your shampoo, floral and clean and slightly wild. 

Joel tried not to think about kissing you. Tried not to think about slipping into your warm, soft body, about how close he would be to you if he were inside you. How no one would ever be able to hurt you if you were that close. 

“Joel,” you said his name so softly he wondered if he imagined it. 

“Hm.” 

He felt you take a deep, shaky breath before you slid your hand over his arm that was draped over you, your palm brushing over him until you reached his hand where it rested on the mattress, lacing your fingers with his own. Your hand trembled as you took his and brought it, slowly, to your stomach, slipping his palm beneath your shirt and pressing it gently to your warm, soft skin. Joel’s breath caught in his throat and he was hyperaware of your every move. You held your hand there, intertwined with his, before you eased your hold on him and pulled your hand away, leaving him touching your skin with nothing to hold him back. He tried to relax without getting hard against you, without letting his hand reach further up your body to feel as much of you as he could reach. He managed to let his arm and hand loosen, his elbow in the gentle curve of your waist, his fingers spreading wide over your bare skin, so soft below his callused touch. 

“Bambi,” he breathed, voice shaky. 

“I…” your voice broke. “I want you to touch me. I like when you touch me. Anyone else and… But I like when you do.” 

You pressed yourself back against him and Joel closed his eyes tight, like it would somehow ease the desperate, clawing want building inside him. 

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart,” he whispered instead. “I’ll take care of you. I have you.” 

He kept his hand on you, kept your body against his own with his nose pressed into your hair, until he felt you drift off.

Joel gave up then, just for a moment. His hand on your body, your frame curled against his own, the scent of your soap and your skin. He gave in and pressed his lips against the crown of your head, his fingertips sinking into the softness of your stomach, his legs curving up against yours. He kissed your hair for what felt like a long time but not nearly long enough, your quiet, sleepy breaths and the way you felt against him and the way you smelled the only things he could think of. 

He settled for holding you close all night, settled for keeping you safe. 

Joel had failed at that before. He failed with Sarah. He failed with Tess. He’d even failed with Ellie and now with you. He wouldn’t fail again. If all he did for the rest of his life was protect you and Ellie it would be a life well lived. And he would protect you. If it was the last thing he did, he would keep you safe. God help any motherfuckers who stood in his way.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for the 300 followers Milestone!! I’m so happy that all you decide to stick around with me! Sorry this took a while and is gonna to take a while to complete haha! But I am doing a very special event! Where you, my dear reader, have the chance to pick a lovely man to spend the night with!

This is a Escort Service AU with characters from both One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen!

Each character will have their own separate fic written at a later date.

The Prompt is: Virgin Reader picks who she wants to spend her first night with!

Some of these choices are more…spicy.. than others so be warned! But most of all have fun!! :3 Thank you again for the milestone! Hope to see y’all at 500 next time!

You nervously paced around the elevator, clutching the booklet in your hands with a fierce grip. Taking in shallow breaths and jumping slightly when the elevator doors ding open on your floor. You held the booklet close to your chest as you quickly walked past other hotel guests, hoping that they wouldn’t notice you. You search for your room number and dig out your keycard to be let in. Swiping it on the door, and with a soft click, you pressed on forward. The cold air of the hotel room gives you a slight jolt as you look at your surroundings, first checking out the bathroom. It was a sliding door with no locks that slid easily with a little push. You stepped on the tiled floor, and the first thing that grabbed your attention was the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror right in front of the doorway; "Woah.." Woah… woah…….. There was a small echo in the bathroom as well when you spoke out, causing your shoulders to hunch up even more. You glance at the two sinks and then the large shower across from them. ‘Enough to fit five people…’ You thought to yourself, imagining a scenario where five people would use that shower together with a blush.

The sinks being right across from the shower means that the sink’s mirror is also across from it, giving anyone showering the perfect view of themselves. You let out a shaky sigh. ‘This hotel really knows what it's doing, huh…’ Backing out of the shower to check out the rest of the room, a king size bed, a tv, a small couch on the corner, and other very normal things you expect in any hotel. You were expecting a whole wall of whips and chains, to be honest. Glad to be mistaken around that, you sat on the foot of the bed, smoothing out the booklet that had been wrinkled to all hell since you had been crushing it in your hands this whole time. You bit your lower lips as you opened it, your eyes scanning through all the names, pictures, and descriptions scattered in the pages.

Your friend had recommended this service to you, tired of hearing you whine and bitch about how you were going to be a virgin forever. A ‘Escort Service’, your friend had tried it before, multiple times, they said, and every single time they left with a smile on their face, legs trembling, and pussy wrecked. With a bit of pressure from your friend, you finally decide to take the plunge and see what all the hype is about. You already booked the hotel room and paid for everything, the only thing left was to choose who you wanted to be your first…..

PICK YOUR POISON

Roronoa Zoro:

25

6’4ft/192cm

"I like drinking sake and working out…what? What the fuck else am I supposed to say here?"

Looking for a hot and dense muscular man to turn you into a drooling mess? Well, look no further! Zoro here may have a hard noggin, but that's not the only thing that's hard about him. Rocking six-pack abs with wide shoulders and bulging arms with those veins, I know you ladies just love to look at. He can pick you up and mold you into any position you can think of! Don’t be scared by the alluring scar over his eye and his seemingly permanent scowl etched on his face, he’s got a soft heart on the inside and is willing to cater to your every need; just say the word! If you want this fierce-looking, rough but gentle piece of man-meat, call this number now! XXX-XXX-XX01

Don Quixote Doflamingo

37

6’8ft/ 203cm

"Some call me the ‘Heavenly Demon’, Pick me, and I’ll show you the true meaning of worship"

DO NOT PICK THIS MAN!!!! I DON’T KNOW WHY HE ISNT BANNED OR IN JAIL YET *A warning written by your friend*

Mere words cannot even begin to describe the greatness that is the ‘Heavenly Demon’, Sir. Don Quixote Doflamingo himself! Just basking in his godlike glow can make any man or lady cream in their pants instantly. You should be honored that you have the chance to spend a lovely night with this Celestial being! After just one night with him, every other person on this earth will never compare, so be warned; this is a ride that you will never forget. But be honest with yourself… can you really resist this sinful temptation? Call now :) XXX-XXX-XX02

“Black Leg” Sanji

26

6’3ft/191cm

"I believe that every single beautiful lady in the world should experience earth-shaking orgasms at least once…"

Yowch! Watch out, ladies! This saucy cook not only know his way around a kitchen but also around and inside a lady’s pants as well. He’s almost as sweet as the desserts he whips up, so if you’re looking for a tender and loving night with a man that will treat you and eat you out like a five-star meal, well, look no further! Sanji here is everything you could ask for in a man, his skilled hands will have you trembling under him before the moon is fully up! And don’t get me started on his sultry voice and accent, oh la la~! A few words are enough to even make me fall to my knees! Don’t you worry, though; Sanji will never let a lady suffer in his sights. Call now and be treated right! XXX-XXX-XX03

Trafalgar Law

25

“Don’t act like a brat unless you’re ready to be punished… try to test my patience and I’ll have you begging to turn back time..”

6’2ft/187cm

Tan, tattooed and pierced, Law is man of mystery, stricter than most with a seemingly cold personality. Don’t worry though, if you play nice, he’ll quickly warm up to you! If you want to spend the night with this hunky man, make sure you listen to whatever the Doctor say, unless you’re ready to be strapped down and pounded all night. We know your type though, acting all bratty and spoiled so you would end up a drooling mess faced down in the bed. Tsk Tsk, naughty girl! If you think you’re prepared to go head-to-head with this MD (and get his D heh) Call now! XXX-XXX-XX04

Eustass “Captain” Kid

25

6’5ft/195cm

"My dick is big, and I know how to fuck and eat pussy. Why bother picking any of the losers when you can pick a champ like me?"

Such a crass mouth on this wild red-hair! He’s better off putting that mouth to use somewhere else, don’t you think? That is, if you’re able to tame him~ "Captain" Kid is not for the faint of heart, dear reader, you have to be ready to ride if you end up choosing him. He is as fiery as the color in his hair. You can dream of biting back, but he will bite back harder and leave marks on your body that you won’t even see coming. If you ever dreamed of being tossed around like a sack of potatoes, then Kid is the man for you! Just don’t sue us if you end up more sore than you signed up for. Call now! XXX-XXX-XX05

Gojo Satoru

25

6’5ft/196cm

"Handsome, strong, and charming~ I’m the total package, baby, ain’t no one better than me &lt;;3"

You should have said "Cocky" as well, though we all know that some ladies love a man who knows his worth and Gojo? Gojo definitely knows his worth (Maybe he blows it out of proportion sometimes, but still). Pearly white hair as soft as fresh snow with stunning blue eyes that will capture the heart of anyone that dares gaze upon them. Gojo Satoru is the ‘total package’, and you’re guaranteed to at least have a laugh with him by your side. Not here for laughs? Well, let me tell you all about Gojo’s soft lips, which he moisturizes every day, and his long and slender fingers, which he also moisturizes every day. (Who let Gojo in the writing room again?) He also wears a blindfold most of the time; did we mention that? Call now and see what this "package" has to offer you! XXX-XXX-XX06

Sukuna

30

6’6ft/197cm

"Everywhere I go, I am the ‘King’, my mere presence alone is enough to make the masses fall to their knees. So why aren’t you already down there?"

GOOD LORD DO NOT PICK THIS ONE EITHER, FOR YOUR OWN GOOD  *another warning from your friend*

You already heard of the ‘Heavenly Demon, now meet the "King of Curses", Mister Sukuna! Cue Applauses. Ahem, those who are still reading this far and have not quivered and ran away in fear yet, behold and rejoice! You are some of the few who are worthy to spend a night with a King. Make no mistake now.. You are here to serve him, not the other way around. If he says ‘Sit’, you are expected to already be sitting on the ground near his feet. If he says ‘jump’, you will not ask ‘how high’ because you should already know what he wants. After one night with Sukuna, his teachings will be ingrained in your mind, body, and soul. :) If that sounds like a fun time to you! Call now! XXX-XXX-XX07

Geto Suguru

25

6’6ft/198cm

"Hmm? Something about me? Ah…. I rather let my actions do the speaking for me..*chuckles*"

Wowee… is it getting hot in here, or is it just Suguru? If I could, I would cut in front of the line to spend the night with this charming man. His sultry voice can lure anyone into his clutches; Suguru could start a whole cult with all the people he attracts! If you want to be treated right by a man and fucked to the high heavens, whew, I don’t know who else I can offer but Suguru. Just don’t get too sad once the night ends and the morning comes, ladies. I know it's going to be hard not to fall in love instantly with a man like this. If you think your heart can handle it, Suguru will be waiting for you at the end of this call. XXX-XXX-XX08

Nanami Kento

24

6’4ft/193cm

"I plan to execute my work well and leave every customer satisfied with the end result…. Uhh Nanami, could you be more.. sexy about this? Sigh…many people say I have a very ‘toned body’ and that my jawline can cut diamonds…also don’t expect me to stay longer than I need to; I don’t work overtime under any circumstances."

All work and no play make Nanami a dull boy… at least that’s what I would say if he wasn’t so damn good in bed. He does the job right, and oh boy, does he know how exactly to make any lady squirm and squirt underneath him. Don’t be put off by his cold-hearted look, he is a big-ol softy beneath all that muscle. He’s cool and calculating, not like some of the other muscleheads on here; just be honest with what you want from him and Nanami will make sure that all your wants and needs will be met to the letter. Though if you want, you could always try to push his buttons and see where that will go….:) Call here! XXX-XXX-XX09

Fushiguro Toji

28

6’7ft/200cm

“You know what you’re getting with me doll.. heh…if you want a good, long, and hard fuck all night, you better pay the right price…” A whole hulking mass of a man, Toji is not for the faint-hearted, mind you. Lewd, crass, and a goddamn mess of a man as well! It's hard to believe that a guy like this can get with any girl; oh, who am I kidding, We all know why we simp for him (his muscles). Don’t think you can try to fix him, ladies; he’ll end up wrecking you and have you drooling on his cock in five seconds flat. You ain’t never been forced into a real mating press or a full nelson before unless you spent the night with Toji, he’ll show you that no matter your size or weight, you’re nothing but his cocksleeve. Call now and see what’s its all about! XXX-XXX-XX10

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