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[soloavengers]

shoutout to elden ring for helping me visualize marvel’s ebony blade’s magic

[sanguineterrain]

in the buff | jason todd

Summary: The one where you learn firsthand that Jason Todd sleeps in the nude.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings/tags: best friend jason, awkwardness, nudity, reader hardcore thirsting over jaytodd, love confessions, humor (attempts at it, anyway), silliness. inspired by this post!

the divider

There's been a huge (blessed) development in the drug ring case that you and Jason are working on. You can hardly sleep now.

Normally, you'd call or text Jason, even though he's usually already in the know. It's possible that you just like having an excuse to call him, but who can confirm such a thing?

But it's late, probably too late to call, considering Jason doesn't answer his phone unless it's pinged directly to his helmet after a certain time, courtesy of his family being "a buncha jackasses" (his words, obviously).

But maybe it's not too late for a visit. After all, Jason patrols late, and has insane insomnia. He very well could be awake at this late hour. And he's never minded you dropping by before.

In truth, you haven't seen Jason in a few days and you feel restless now when you go longer than a day without seeing each other. You're not quite sure why that is.

So here you are, disabling the window alarm on Jason's apartment. Partly for a case, partly for your own benefit.

It takes a few minutes but you manage to open the window without anyone calling the police or whacking you with a broom. You slide open the window mostly soundlessly. Then you wait. The room remains dark and quiet.

You're pretty proud of yourself actually. It's not that you're green when it comes to spycraft, but you're certainly no Batman.

Still, you've managed to sneak into Jason's apartment without waking him. The Red Hood. You peek in to check if he's really asleep.

And he is, dark hair stark against the white pillow. It sticks out in messy tufts. You can't see past Jason's neck and his freckled arms, illuminated by the orange streetlight outside. You put your laptop bag on the floor.

He's sleeping on his stomach, facing away from you, but you're very endeared by how he's curled up under his sheet, hands tucked under his pillow. If you went really close to his face, you could count his eyelashes. Jason has such pretty eyelashes.

That's a perfectly normal thought to have about your best friend, right? Boys have pretty eyelashes. You're just making an observation.

You're bewildered by how cold the room is, surprised that Jason can withstand such a temperature. Maybe it's a Pit thing.

You watch him for a moment longer. Guilt pools in your gut. Are you really going to wake him when he's probably just gone to bed in the last hour? It takes Jason so long to fall asleep, you know that.

...

No, you should let him sleep. You can work on the case in the morning.

You bend down to get your laptop bag. In that time, the light flicks on.

You flinch, turn around, and find yourself staring down the barrel of a gun.

Said gun is held by an extremely naked Jason Todd.

"Oh my God!" you say at the same time Jason realizes his mistake.

"What the fuck!" he shouts, grabbing a pillow to cover himself.

But not before you get an eyeful of your best friend's, er, weaponry.

"Why are you naked?" you shout, gaze darting everywhere. Good Lord, it's seared into your retinas. You're never getting the image of Jason's dick out of your brain.

"Why are you in my apartment?" Jason snaps back.

"No, my question is way more urgent," you say.

"No the hell it's not! You broke in! I'm allowed to be naked in my apartment!"

"Okay. Alright. I came because there's been a development in our case. I thought we could work on it together but when I realized you were asleep for real, I decided to leave."

Jason rolls his eyes. "You know I'm a light sleeper. I just went to bed. I was up late.”

Realization strikes you. Could it be...?

"Oh my God. Do you have someone here?" you ask, voice sinking to a whisper.

"I have you here," Jason says irritably.

"No, like—" You make a hole with one hand and stick a finger into it. "Y'know..."

"Jesus, no!" Jason's face twists in disgust. "C'mon!"

"Okay, chill out, Jay-Jay. It'd be fine if you did. I can keep a secret," you say, shrugging. People have sex. You know that. You've never thought about Jason having sex, but you suppose it's possible. Why not? Just because you've never had sex and you always hoped that Jason would be your first doesn't mean that he would. If he's moved on in his life, then you should too.

Jason scoffs. "Yeah, okay. You think anybody would get into bed with a headcase like me?"

Hope rekindles. You're not behind. Jason's right there with you, virginity firmly intact.

He puts the safety back on the gun, squishing the pillow against himself with his elbow. You watch in fascination at his multitasking. Jason starts to turn around to put the gun behind the headboard before clearly thinking twice about mooning you.

"So... why are you naked?" you ask, respectfully keeping your eyes north of the equator.

"If you must know, I sleep in the nude. Now turn around."

You don't turn around. "In the nude?"

Jason's eye twitches. "Yes, nude. It's better for your body and it's more comfortable and I don't—"

You pull a face. "Who says in the nude? How old are you, a hundred?"

"That's what you're harping on?" Jason asks. "You broke into my apartment!"

You hold up a finger. "I didn't break in, I disarmed the alarm like you taught me."

"Yeah, which was only for emergencies. This isn't an emergency. Now turn around!"

So you turn around. You hear the pillow fall and the image returns. You recite the alphabet backwards. When that doesn't work, you think about the time you helped Jason on a mission in the sewers and couldn't get the smell out of your suit for a week.

Yeah, that'll do it. You shudder.

"Can't believe you just broke in," he mumbles. "Raised in a fuckin' barn, swear to God."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm truly, honestly sorry, Jaybee. From the bottom of my heart. Can I look now?"

"If you dare."

"Are you decent?" you ask.

"Too easy of a joke," he says. "Yeah, the jewels are covered."

You turn slowly. Jason's got red (ha) boxers on, so you turn all the way.

Huh. Well.

You've never really thought much about what Jason's got going on underneath his armor. Certainly, you've assumed that he's got a good physique and a lot of stamina, considering what he does. You've always assumed that. But Jason's Jason. Your best friend, Jason. Your best friend, Jason, who came back really tall, yeah, and with a deep voice and a super pretty face...

Well, anyway. He's Jason. That's all.

But now? Now you get to look in depth, and... whoa.

Jason's broad, stocky, heavily muscled with a soft layer of fat on top. His arms are huge, hands proportionally big. His pecs are full with pink nipples the same shade as his lips. That's a fact you're never forgetting. Your belly flutters.

Okay, what the fuck! No. This is peak creepy behavior, leering at your best friend like this, even if he does have shoulders you could sink your teeth into and thighs you'd happily get crushed between. No! Bad.

...You look some more. He's covered in scars. This is the first time you've seen his autopsy scar in person. It's white, noticeable but healed, like most of his scars. There's a dusting of dark hair from his chest to his belly button. It thickens as it dips beneath his—

Mm, nope. Not thinking about that again.

"Hello-o."

Your eyes dart back to his face.

"Are you listening to me?" he asks, forehead crinkled.

"What? Yes. Sorry. Yes." Your cheeks burn.

Something crosses Jason's face, too quick for you to read. But then his expression stones over. He glances at the dresser across from the bed.

"If you gimme a sec, I'll put a shirt on so y'won't have to look at all this," he says, gesturing roughly to his body.

You blink, lost in Jasonland. "Huh?"

"I know the scars are pretty gnarly. Lemme find a shirt."

Jason goes to the dresser and digs through the top drawer. His wide back is strung tight with tension, you can tell. You hurry to him, blocking the drawer with your arm. Jason looks at you, brows rising.

"Can I help you?" he asks.

"Um."

Words. You remember words, don't you?

"You..."

You haven't been physically close to Jason in a long time. He smells like soap and detergent and is all-encompassing. Your brain feels like slush. Don't stare at his pecs.

"I didn't—I'm not grossed out by your scars, Jason," you finally manage to say.

Jason raises an eyebrow. "Sure. You're just grossed out by everything else about me." He sighs wearily, like he's practiced this speech every night in the mirror. "Look, it's fine. I know I'm really—"

"No, it's not fine! I can't bear having you think I'm repulsed by your body, Jason. That's just not true," you say.

"Well, you were starin' pretty hard, so—"

"But it wasn't—I wasn't staring in disgust, I was—I..."

Jason crosses his arms. His pecs are pushed up as he does so. His stomach looks so soft. But you know he's strong. Way stronger than you. Strong enough to wield his strength against you, if you wanted him to. Strong enough to be gentle with you, too.

You wonder if he's still ticklish.

"You're doin' it again!" Jason says, and this time he really does look hurt. Fuck. Fuck! You're a shitty best friend.

"No!" You lock eyes with him. "No, no! I mean, yes, I was looking at you. But I wasn't looking in a bad, judgy way. I was, uh, taking in your physique. Because you have a... a very nice body. I've never seen you without clothes so I was looking at you. Sorry."

Yeah, you'll just go die in a hole after this.

Jason squints at you for a long moment. You start to shift in place. Sweat beads on your forehead. You lick your lips, hoping Jason can hear your honesty.

"Are you messin' with me?"

"Huh?" You shake your head. "No, why would I—"

"You're really telling me that you find this," Jason gestures to his body, "Good looking?"

This is worse than any physical torture. You'd prefer Batman beating you up on a roof to being here.

You rub your temple, cheeks aflame. "Oh my God. Yes, Jason, you're a good looking guy. Can we move on?"

"No, 'cause I think you're lyin', and I don't like it. You're always honest with me."

"I am being honest," you say, suddenly more annoyed than anything. Because what the fuck? "Are you kidding me? There's a whole forum dedicated to the Red Hood and how much people want you to step on them. And that's without seeing your face! I have eyes, Jason, of course I find you attractive."

And that should be the end of it. Jason's already slack-jawed like a dead fish. But no, you keep going.

"You make me nervous and I thought I had a lid on it because we knew each other as kids but it's becoming clear that I very much don't, and that probably has to do with the fact that you're the only guy I've been close to, and I never got over you. And now I'm gonna go drown myself in the Hudson. Good night."

You go to slip out the window. Maybe it'll shut on your head and knock you out. That would be a divine gift.

It doesn't, though. The universe isn't so kind. Instead, Jason catches your arm and keeps you rooted to your spot. His hand is cold. You wonder if the rest of him is warm.

"Wait, wait. Just hang on."

You groan. "Dude, I'm fucking mortified over the last five minutes. Please let me keep some of my dignity," you say without looking at him.

"Now when have I ever done that?" You can hear the smile in his voice.

And suddenly, the miserable reality of never being more than friends with Jason Todd comes crashing down. It's too late. You've always been too late.

You sag in his grip.

"We can just forget this ever happened," you say quietly. "Chalk it up to idiocy."

"Mm, yeah, we could. 'Cept I don't think you're an idiot. And I want you to hear what I have t'say first. Will ya look at me?"

Mopily, you look at him. His hand drops.

"I—"

"You've never slept naked," you say before he can get a word out. "That's new. Otherwise, I would've known, and then I would've used the door."

Jason rolls his eyes. "Can I speak?"

You cross your arms. "Yeah, okay."

"First of all, I don't think it's necessary for me to disclose that I sleep in the nude." You open your mouth to argue. "But I know it was a mistake. I'm not mad about that. Okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

"I won't lie and say I'm not surprised at your... reaction. I don't really... I've never... I'm not Dick or Bruce, y'know? I wasn't told my whole life what a handsome boy I am. And dying and returning didn't really help with that stuff either."

"I think you're handsome, Jason," you say quietly. "Honest."

He coughs and looks away, a tiny blush on his cheeks. "Yeah, uh, think you've made that pretty clear. For the record, I think you're really beautiful. Always thought so."

Your eyes widen. "Really?"

"Well, yeah. I mean... yeah."

"You're just saying that 'cause I saw your vein cane," you say, grinning.

"Don't call it that."

"How about—"

"No."

You're both quiet.

"How 'bout pork swor—"

"No!"

You smile, eyes squinty. Jason glares.

"Don't nickname my thing," he says.

You nod solemnly. "You're right. It's your thing. You should choose its name."

He shakes his head. "Sucha weirdo."

"Hey, I've never been with a guy. I don't know the rules of thing-naming."

Jason tilts his head. "Never?"

"Never."

"Why?"

You shrug. "Never found anyone I liked enough, I guess. I've pretty much had my heart set on you, Jason."

His face softens. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, uh, me too," he says. "You're it for me, honey. I just never... I mean, really, I never thought it would actually happen with you. Not then, not now."

"Huh. You really should've flashed me earlier. We could've sped things up exponentially."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that," Jason says dryly.

"Dunno! We all know you're more than a pretty face."

His face reddens. You grin.

"Are you shy?" you ask, dancing on your toes.

"No. Shut up."

"You're shy! I make Jason Todd shy! Oh, this is wonderful. I should break into your apartment regularly."

"It's just new for me!" he says. "Lea' me alone."

You cozy up to him, confidence renewed by the mutual confession. You wrap your arms around his neck. Jason looks at you, hands slowly coming to rest on your waist. The rest of him is warm.

"Just teasing you, Jaybee," you say.

"Hmm." He slowly nudges your cheek with his nose. "Like y'always do?"

"Like I always do," you say sweetly. "But for the record, if we ever share a bed in the future, you're gonna have to keep the soldier in his tent."

Jason lets go of you, exasperated. "Oh, for—y'know what? Your visitation privileges are revoked. Get outta my apartment."

You put on the saddest face you can muster. "You're kicking me out? Into the cold?"

"It's eighty degrees."

You sigh loudly. "Okay, fine. Date tomorrow?"

"Seriously?" Jason asks, sounding genuinely surprised.

"Seriously! Why wouldn't I be serious?"

"You really wanna date me?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life."

Jason's relief is palpable and bittersweet. You'll spend the rest of your days letting him know just how spectacular he and his pectorals are.

"Okay," he says, shy again. You don't tease him this time.

"Great!" You close the distance between you and peck him on the cheek. His blinks in surprise.

"I'll give you a proper kiss on our date," you say, winking. "Bye, Jasey-Daisy."

"Bye, honey. Don't break into anyone else's apartment on your way home."

"Never," you say, climbing out the window. "You're the only one for me, Toddy!"

[nope-body]

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[hidden-for-reg]

July 24: dealer | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 595

Game nights were James’ favorite.

Every Saturday evening, James would host a small game night at his flat with all of his friends. They’d have a few drinks, maybe order in some food, and play card games for hours. James looked forward to it every week.

But this Saturday was going to be extra special.

Sirius, James’ best friend, was bringing his little brother, Regulus, with him to James’ game night. James had never met Regulus and was thrilled to finally meet Sirius’ brother. 

Sirius had told James that sometimes Regulus was fairly mean and not to expect much out of him. James mulled over that and thought about a million exchanges that might go down between him and Regulus that Saturday. 

However, James hadn’t foreseen that Sirius’ brother would be the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. 

Regulus was the first person to arrive and he came alone. 

When James opened the door his jaw dropped just slightly at the sight of the man in front of him. “Um, hi,” James stammered, “I’m James.” He held out a hand for Regulus to shake. 

“I’m Regulus. Sirius’ brother. I’m sure he’s said something about me,” the other man responded in a cool voice, taking James’ hand. 

He dropped his hand from the shake and led Regulus inside. “You’re the first to arrive, so it’ll be a bit boring before other people show up with the drinks and cards,” James explained, showing Regulus to his living room and gesturing him to sit on the couch with him. 

Regulus nodded and sat down next to James leaving a small gap between them. 

They sat like that, in awkward silence, for a few minutes before James couldn’t bear it anymore and asked, “Um, Sirius said you’re still finishing up in uni?”

Regulus nodded again and turned his piercing grey eyes on James. “Yeah, I’m about done with my last year.”

James muttered something that sounded vaguely like “That’s cool” before blurting again with, “So have you ever played cards before?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow at him. “I wasn’t raised under a rock, of course I’ve played before. What are we playing?” Regulus assured James.

James grinned and answered, “Blackjack.”

The other man’s cheeks went pink, which James found insanely adorable. “Oh.” Regulus looked sheepish all of a sudden. “I’ve actually… never played blackjack before. Our family only ever played poker.”

“Oh,” James said a quick prayer in his head before risking putting his arm around Regulus’ shoulders. “I can teach you the basics right now, if you’d like!” He grinned at the man.

Regulus rolled his eyes good-naturedly and huffed, “I guess.”

“Great!” James exclaimed. “So, in blackjack all the players are trying to get closer to 21 than the dealer, but they can’t hold over 21. If you go over, you bust and get nothing. Each hand is played separate and the end goal is to have a higher hand value than the dealer.”

Regulus’ brows furrowed while he took in the information. When James finished his explanation, Regulus remained quiet.

“So, did you understand any of that?” James asked with an airy chuckle.

The corners of Regulus’ lips tipped up in a small smile that lit up his eyes. “Er, no,” he confessed, laughing a little too.

James waved his hand, dismissing the problem. “Lily’ll explain it better anyway.”

James and Regulus made eye contact and burst out laughing together. 

“PRONGS?”

Their heads snapped to the living room entrance where Sirius stood, bewildered expression on his face and a pack of 6 drinks in his hand. 

[charliemwrites]

screaming just imagining (woof! Woof!) Johnny trying to convince reader to call, well, him. But in the dumbest ways imaginable because he’s, well, him.

A (not-so) little wolf dog running around the house secretly causing more problems than you’ve ever had before. Firmly in the mindset that you’ll eventually cave and call up the big strong man you met at the bar to fix them for you!!!

And it’s so confusing for poor you. Before everything went wrong you considered yourself pretty handy. It takes a lot to live on your own but you’ve managed exceptionally well, thank you very much. But now all of a sudden there’s your door coming off its hinges (definitely not because someone loosened the bolts behind your back), a leak in your sink (definitely not because someone messed with the pipes), and your cocking has been mysteriously peeled away overnight (Definitely not because someone was picking at it).

It escalates to holes in your fencing, low water pressure, and god damn it your electricity is on the fritz now, too. (That last one actually wasn’t him. Promise.)

You blow off steam at the bar and lo and behold there’s Soap waiting for you again. Stating you down in an uncomfortably tense manner. Like every muscle in his body’s pulled taught ready to heel at your side if you called for him. You elect to ignore him because honestly you just need a drink or three after the week you’ve had. Isn’t it hilarious that COINCIDENTALLY your not-so-secret admirer is so knowledgeable about wiring? That his hands are so steady and he’s just so hand(s)y in general? Dw, he’s good with explosive personalities, too.

lost steam towards the end and I apologize for the bad pun but you get the vision? Insane about this literal dog of a man 🤭

Normally I’d put you in jail for the pun, but I love this concept so much I’ll allow it.

You wake up in the middle of the night, wondering where your precious snuggle buddy is. Find him in the kitchen, sniffing at your fridge that mysteriously isn’t working.

You could scream!

And normally you wouldn’t spout about your issues to a stranger - or sort-of-stranger — like soap, but you’re jussst tipsy enough when he asks what sorrows you’re drowning. When he offers to help, you know you should say no…

But he’s been so attentive and understanding. Saying all the right things and making the right faces (okay maybe you’re more than a little tipsy to notice that his tone is off and his grimace doesn’t reach his hungry eyes). And besides, these repairs are going to be expensive and you’ve already got a big boy to feed!! Soap is willing to help for a beer and good company, he said.

So yeah, you give him your address, take a taxi home, and drunkenly leave kisses all over your pup. Tell him to be soooo nice to the guy coming over tomorrow, you can’t handle an ER visit on top of everything else.

But he’s mysteriously gone the next morning when a bright-eyed Soap knocks on your door, tool kit in hand.

[daechvvitas]

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

how i think each member would be like as a boyfriend part one - hyung line edition

WARNINGS: mentions of daddy k ink, praise k ink, brat taming, d*ggystyle, oral, bee dee ess em, degradation

A/N: this is a mixture of sfw/nsfw. thanks for requesting, anon! minors, dni.

NAMJOON

He's the most self conscious about the songs he writes about you. You're his biggest source of inspiration, so that means he wants the lyrics to be perfect. It throws him off kilter because normally, he can write a song in one sitting. Even in an ER room. But when they're about you, it's different. He likes the challenge, though. He feels like it makes him a better writer.

He points out baby shoes and clothing to you every time you guys are at a store. He's still not sure if he wants to have a kid or not but he can't help but still find the items super fucking adorable.

He has a bit of a daddy k ink. He never thought he would been into it but the first time it slipped out of your mouth, his brain went to static and he fucked you harder than he'd ever done before.

He buys you books specifically curated to your taste. Even more, he buys himself a copy too so that he can keep up with what you like.

He talks you through sex. It's full of a lot of praise and encouragement. "Look how good you're taking me" and the sorts. He also loves hearing validation from you that it feels good and he's doing well.

He hates when the two of you argue but he physically cannot stop himself from having the last word. What can I say? The man likes to be right. And sometimes, that stubbornness can lead to huge blow outs. He always makes it up to you, though. After a cool-off period, he'll come back with calmer logic and won't rest until the situation is resolved.

SEOKJIN

He always makes you meals, even when his schedule is insane. If he has to wake up in the wee hours to have it cooked and waiting in the fridge for you, then so be it.

He's a brat tamer. And he's damn good at it. Even if you don't have a particularly submissive nature, he'll have you a whimpering, shaking mess by the end of the night. But those intense nights come with the best aftercare. He'll run you a bath, make you food, and give you a ton of cuddles.

He's insistent on doing things for you, even if it annoys you. Grabbing things from high places, opening doors... You name it. He just likes showing how much he cares about you through action.

He's the type to jokingly rile you up but then end up actually getting really mad, which leads to arguments that could have been avoided.

Unfortunately, he has a bit of the gamer boyfriend syndrome. He does not like being interrupted when he's playing his games. He is a sucker for you, though. So he's willing to free up one of his hands to give you the attention you so desperately want. And no, he doesn't plan on muting his mic so you better keep those moans quiet.

He takes personal offense if he's not your bias or if you rocking any BT21 character that isn't RJ. He'll definitely give you a playful but bombastic side eye until you either change or admit that he is the only option to be your bias.

YOONGI

He wouldn't consider himself a 'romantic' but he shows that he cares through quality time. Even if you're just in the living room watching a show, he'll always quietly sit next to you. Just so you know he's always there.

Alternatively, he loves when you do the same. His genius lab is a sacred place that even his members don't dare to enter unless it's for work. But for you? It's an open door policy. Your presence motivates him more than it distracts him.

Speaking of his studio, the two of you have definitely fucked there. Multiple times. The first time it happened was just sort of a spur of the moment type of things but now, you live to bend over for him, chest pressed against the knobs of his music equipment as he thrusts into you.

He shares his food with you without any complaints or annoyance. If he notices you want a taste of whatever he has, he immediately offers it to you. Not even just a bite, either. He'll give you the whole thing.

He likes taking his time with you. There's a lot of foreplay where the tongue technology comes in hand. He loves to lick you, taste you, make you fall apart with just his mouth.

He prefers dates at home over dates out of the house, but he'll indulge you if you really want a night out. However, his ideal night would be cooking you both dinner, plenty of whiskey, and of course, you.

HOSEOK

Prepare to be touched all the time. Not even just sexually (though we'll get to that). He's just a very touchy feely boyfriend. Cheek kisses, hugs from behind, gripping your thigh. He just wants to feel your skin against his.

He loves sharing tea with you. He remembers every single piece of gossip you tell him, even if he doesn't know the parties involved, and enthusiastically picks whatever side you're on. In return, he always keeps you updated on the drama and insanity of his members' lives. There's really no secrets between you both.

He's a dom, for sure. When it's just the two of you behind closed doors, he feels comfortable enough to strip back the sunshine side and get to play with the darker side of him without judgement. He also finds it so hot that you trust him enough to go on wilder extremes together — tying you up, blindfolding you, spanking you. He craves having control over you.

His favorite form of aftercare is giving you a massage. Typically, he has you folded up like a pretzel as he has his way with you. So making sure your body is taken care of afterwards is of utmost importance. As he massages you, he likes to sweetly shower you with compliments just so you know that any degradation that occurred during sex does not hold true in real life.

He's the first to like your social media posts. Yes, he has notifications on just to make sure he's the first. It could be a selfie or a random picture of the sky and he's the first on the post, showering you with emojis.

Sometimes, he needs personal space. You didn't do anything wrong. But when things get hard at work or overwhelming in his personal life, he has the tendency to retract instead of engage. He doesn't ever have the heart to tell you that but you can tell by the short answers or less enthused interactions. The best thing you can do is give him that space to work through his head.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Instincts

Daryl Dixon x reader [pt.2]

Daryl finds a woman with her newborn pup, taking them into the group. Slowly their bond grows stronger.

The group traveled by foot after losing their vehicles. Tired and worn they walked on the road when Daryl decided to move into the woods to hunt while the others rested.

"Don't leave for too long, we gotta find shelter." Were the last words he caught before he walked off.

He got lucky finding two squirrels rather quick, but his nose caught a different scent he couldn't ignore.

With the squirrels strung over his shoulder he moved through the forest, not a sound as he stalked low to the ground and using all his heightened senses to seek out the source of the scent. He usually never went after anything other than food on these short hunts, but his instincts were screaming to go with his guts and follow his nose on this one.

The scent grew stronger and he could now tell apart all the separate ones. Human, low to the ground. And wolf, like him. He was either walking into something amazing, or he walked to his doom. He'd find out soon enough seeing his target wasn't moving.

"Hey, ouch! Come on, what did I tell you about those teeth.." a sigh left your lips as you softly rubbed the cheek of your son, who was nursing huddled against your torso as you sat against a large tree, partially hidden by low greenery. "God damn, what child has teeth this sharp at a couple days old.."

You were so focused on the feeding child that you didn't catch the man who appeared from behind the tree until a crossbow was aimed at you.

The second you saw you curled around your child, eyes closed and waiting for it tk be over.

Daryl heard the voice of a woman complain. Teeth, babies. Weird. But he now had her location pinpointed to behind a large tree, and made quick strides to round the tree, crossbow at the ready.

The woman came into view and so did her child. He watched her duck around it and waited, but Daryl dropped his crossbow instead and turned around before the blush creeping up on his face could be seen.

"M'sorry. Didn' mean ta watch ya feed." You watched the man's back, one hand lifted and the other holding his crossbow loosely. You shuffled your layers back over your chest with lots of vocal protests of the fuzzy newborn in your arms. His whines and grumbles were so strange to you, never had you heard a newborn sound like that. But then again, you never had seen a newborn like this.

"So, what's a human doin' with a werewolf pup on 'er own? Where's dad?" He still had his back to you and kept his distance, knowing full well he needed to keep his scent off the new mom and child if he wanted to survive. Male werewolves were insanely protective of their newborns.

"Human mom's traveling with her son, surviving like everyone else out here." You weren't going to respond to that last bit. Not now, not yet.

"Righ, if yer alone ya can tag along. Got a group tha' won't mind havin' ya an' the pup." He had turned his head and peeked if you were decent again, fully turning to catch your response when he saw you were covered up. "How do you know what he is? You're too okay with this."

Daryl let out a soft, breathy laugh and sat on his haunches to be at eye level with you. "They're common where I'm from." His voice was so calm as you stared at the smile on his face. You watched him stare at your son who was squirming in your arms. He was restless and you couldn't understand why.

"If yer comin' I gotta ask ya sum questions." Daryl was back on his feet again, ready to start heading back.

"I want to join you." Your answer was quickly given, much to Daryl's surprise. "I'm alone, and have no clue how to raise him so if I can stick around and get help from people who know his kind I'd be forever grateful."

Daryl let out a grunt of approval and nodded for you to follow him as you both exchanged names. He still made sure to keep a respectful distance from you in case dad was still around, but easily led you all back to the road where his group still rested.

"Hey! Daryl's back." "Wait, who's that?" "He found someone?"

"Did you ask her?" Rick's voice cut through the chatter and watched his friend shake his head no. He stepped over to you but was held back by a strong arm before he could get close, only letting out a simple warning. "Keep yer distance."

You watched the man give Daryl a look before turning back to you. "So, miss. How many walkers have you killed?"

You gave him a funny look, unsure who in their right mind kept track of something like that. "A bunch. Mostly avoided them lately, I assume you can guess why." You gave the pup in your arms a look, but averted your eyes back to the other man who continued his questionnaire. "How many people have you killed?"

Fuck. "Two."

"Why?" The question came so fast you had no time to even think.

"First one turned when we were asleep. Hid a bite and I'm a light sleeper." The man raised his brows, a clear sign he was waiting for number two.

"I killed his dad." You nodded to the pup again. "Tried to kill me and take him when my water broke. Guy was a psycho." You looked down at your arms, bundling your son even closer to you at the memory.

Suddenly Daryl stepped closer to you, holding out a hand and watching as the almost fully black furred pup stared at him with big eyes and made grabby hands at his fingers.

"Ya had him on yer own?" You nodded at Daryl's question and ran a hand through your son's fur. "I'm still sore.. having to move around immediately after is the absolute worst."

Seeing you were alone and with a child you weren't seen as a threat and allowed to travel with the group, much to your relief. You never expected your life to get even a little bit better, but now that you were traveling along with more folks you felt content. They watched your back when you fed your son and had a very handsome man help you feed him leftover meats from his hunts.

You were falling for him. Your son was absolutely in love with the man and you were starting to head in that direction too.

It wasn't helping your case that you r son wouldn't let anyone else but you and Daryl carry him, so when your arms were too sore to keep going he had to step in and stay close to you.

Your group shared dog meat and cheered in the rain, all the way to the point of the rain turning into a storm and having to run to seek shelter.

That’s how you ended up where you were now, all together huddled in a barn, desperately trying to catch up on some sleep while Rick kept first watch, but your don wasn’t helping the situation at all. He was whining his little lungs out with no signs of stopping. You had walked around with him, tried to breastfeed and give him some meat but he wanted none of it. Carol had offered to look him over but quickly retreated when a small clawed paw swiped at her when she reached out for his tummy. You were desperate, on the verge of tears as soft sniffles escaped your lips. Not being able to quiet down the whining pup was bad enough already, to have you crying on top of that would be the absolute worst. You pulled him close to your chest, his side against the soft flesh of your exposed chest, hoping the feel of your warmth would help but again it did nothing.

On the other side of the barn Daryl had settled, just around a corner and out of view. He had been trying to sleep for longer than most, but was having a much worse time than them. The pup’s whines weren’t directed at the others. They were for him.

With the distance between him and you there was no chance you’d hear his frustrated growls under his breath. Each peak in whines had him quietly snarl until eventually he couldn’t handle the child’s desperate cries anymore.

“Can ya tell yer kid I ain’t his goddamn dad?!” His voice rang through the barn, a deep growling tone to it that scared you so bad you lost the ability to hold back the tears you were trying to keep at bay, and had your pup go from whining to full on crying. Loud scraping howls and cries shook his tiny body, no attempts to shush him succeeding.

On the other end of the barn you could hear the soft groans of Judith waking up and quickly joining the chorus of cries. With her awake and crying now as well the mood in the whole barn dropped to a heavy negative. On one end you tried to shush the pup and on the other end the rest of the women huddled around the young girl to quiet her down.

From your angle you could see Abraham sit up from his spot next to Daryl who remained hidden behind a low wall. You watched the large man reach out his arm and whack it beside him, earning him an annoyed snarl from where Daryl laid. “Get yer ass up to the lady and her pup so we can all get some shut-eye.” Another rude snarling noise sounded and it was returned with another harsh smack. “Get movin’ or I’m gonna get the lady and plant her pretty little self and the noisemaker in your lap myself.”

Abraham’s words made you softly giggle, but you quieted down when a tired grunt came from beside him and Daryl came into view. He rubbed a hand over his face and stretched out his back as he moved over to you with his sleeping bag in hand. “Move over.” His voice was stern, and you complied immediately, scooting over to make space for him between you and the low wooden wall. With his appearance the pup’s cries had gone down to sniffles and hiccups, his paws outstretched in Daryl’s direction while he was laying out his sleeping bag.

On his way to lay down your pup managed to wiggle himself from your grasp and clamp himself around Daryl’s arm, who had to pry him off while you apologized on his behalf.

“Ain’t yer fault.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he laid down and pulled the pup against his chest. With his one free arm he grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you closer too, laying you opposite him with the pup nestled in between you. Almost immediately he calmed down and curled up to sleep. “M’sorry fer yellin’. Jus’ tired.”

You forgave him immediately, thanking him for going out of his comfort zone and sleeping with the two of you.

The barn was finally quiet, safe for the rain still pouring outside, and sleep soon took over.

The next morning you woke up to a pain in your chest. Jerking up you almost smacked Daryl who was now grumbling as he was woken up by your sudden movement.

He watched you sit up with a hand covering your breast, inspecting it by peeking down the neckline of your shirt while an eager furball made grabby hands at your chest.

“I think I’m gonna head out the door and feed him. Need some fresh air after last night..” Daryl followed suit after your words, he had some confessions to make and properly apologize for making your son behave the way he did last night. You watched him follow you from the corner of your eye and held the door ajar for him. With a soft thanks he shut the barn door behind him, crossbow in hand. He still kept his back to you as you sat down against the outside of the barn and got ready to feed the pup. He's always turn away until you started talking again, signaling you were decent enough.

You watched Daryl pace in front of you, chewing the side of his thumb in thought. "Hey, what's wrong?" Truth being, his pacing was making you really nervous.

He let out a groan and stopped his pacing, now nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another. "We gotta talk. S'about the pup." He shook off his nerves and sat down with you.

"Was he really crying for you last night? You yelled at him about not being his dad." You knew that. He was a kind stranger who helped you with your child.

"He kept whinin' fer me ta hold 'em." He's unsure how to continue. He had to tell you the truth before the pup entirely imprinted on him, if it wasn't already too late.

"Back when I found ya it weren't by chance. Picked up yer scent an' sniffed ya out. Got excited when I caught 'nother wolf."

He watched your face go from focused to confused at his last sentence. Deciding words weren't going to help him right now he raised his hand into view, taking a deep breath and letting his claws come out. Fhe skin of his finger pads darkened as his nails thickened and extented into full claws. "Pup thinks 'm his dad. Didn' think it'd happen so quick, m'sorry."

As you watched Daryl's hand change, yous son squirmed out of your grasp with all his might and plopped into Daryl's lap and grabbed at his wrist.

"So, we co-parent now? You know I'm mkre than fine being with a werewolf." Oh god, those weren't the words you meant. Yiu weren't telling him you were into him like that. Wait. Could he have sensed it already when you thought about it earlier?

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you watched him try to keep your son from climbing on top of him even more.

"Ya still ne'er named him, didya?" Daryl felt the change in energy and decided to change the topic. He remembered one of the women asking for the pup's name and you admitting to never giving him one. It was still something you ran through your mind every day, nothing seemed to fit.

The scene went silent aftet that, both adults watching the little furball as he dug his paws into the sand, fished out a worm and stuffed it in his mouth, swallowing it whole.

You scrunced up your nose at the action, but Daryl only smiled proudly and watched as the little black fuzz hopped around and jumped up to chomp at a fly, missing the first two times but catching it the third try.

"S'gon be a good hunter, tha' one."

Hunter.

"Little Hunter, huh?" It rolled nicely off the tongue, it fit. You looked his way and called for him. "Hey, pup. Hunter, come here." He quickly came back to you and plopped himself on top of you.

Daryl wanted to grab and hold you both close in congratulations of naming the little guy, but he wasn't the father. He should keep his respectful distance up, Hunter was only yours.

A lot of happened between then and now, where you sat on the porch steps of a home in a safe community.

Hunter rolled around in the grass in front of you and Daryl sat on the railing with his crossbow and a cloth in hand.

"Hey Daryl," It was Carol who came from the house, all dressed up nicely. "Have you showered yet?"

Daryl only grumbled at the question. "Sweety, why don't you go take a shower with him?" She aaked as she walked past you and watched you smile and saw Daryl's face turn beet red.

Not long after you arrived in the community Carol had taken you aside and told you about Daryl's feelings he couldn't put into words, and in turn her learning about your love for him too. Ever since then she had been trying to set you up.

You and Daryl already shared a room, still sleeping apart from each other but still actively being parents to Hunter. Daryl hated to admit it, but caring for your son helped with the anxiety surrounding his new home.

"You know, Dee? Catol makes a great point. Come on." You got up and motioned to Rosita to watch Hunter for you while you went to try something.

Walking over to Daryl you took his hand in your and softly tugged for him to follow and to your surprize he let himself be dragged into the house and up the stairs.

This was easier than you expected it to be, hsving him upstairs and in the bathroom with you in a matter of minutes.

When you let go of his hand and turned away to run the water you half expected him to run off, but when you turned back he stood at the sink. He was staring at you through the mirror.

"How come you're so distant again today? Yesterday you were good stepping up to me and hugging Hunter." Daryl was difficult to read, and you often needed Carol to translate for you, not that you could call her over now that you were trying to get closer to Daryl in this way.

His gaze kept following your movements in the mirror as you went to grab towels and place them near the tub, making sure you had all the needed soaps and shampoos and a brush and sponge at hand.

"It ain't jus' me in ma head, ya know tha' righ? Me, I wanna make sure m'not invadin' yer family 'n respect tha' he aint mine ta care for." He spoke while he watched you undress. His head told him to look away and be respectful, but somewhere a voice kept telling him you wanted this too. He had smelled it on you that you were happy and content around him, he only smelled love and adoration on you but with you never saying it was okay out loud he never acted on it. But now you took him here and stripped down to just panties and a shirt. "And what says the other you? The one that's staring at me right now?" He watched a wide smile appear on your face as yiu pointed at your eyes and then at him. He hadn't even noticed his eyes had changed as he listened to his feral side talk inside his head.

"Tells me m'wastin' time not bein' withya. Found someone who ain't afraid of us, survived havin' a pup. Keeps yappin' about havin' a perfect mate walkin' around fer me an' bein' a bitch fer not goin' for ya." It was clear in his voice he was struggling with this day after day, and you weren't making it easier by not just speaking your feelings to him. You led him here to confess, to have the balls to outright tell him what you felt for him in the privacy of the room.

Even barely dressed and inviting him into the shower he still didn't take the hint you wanted him. He needed the words so you gave them now. Standing beside him and turning to look at him you grabbed his leather vest and pushed it off his shouders.

"Daryl Dixon, both human half and wolf, listen to me." Your words made him turn to you, and just as it was easy to drag him up the stairs, it was easy now to undress him ever so slowly. "If you truly believe I'd be a good mate to you then, please.." You were giving him time to stop your hands as you ever so slowly pushed his shirt off his shoukders and followed his arms down to his hips. "I want you to make me your mate. Hunter has already claimed you as a dad and now I want us to admit to our feelings." Your fingers worked at his pants and got them open, but quit when his hands moved.

You thought he was going to stop you, but instead he reached for your shirt and lifted it over your head. "I wanna try withya. But ya gotta be patient with me, please." You, the human, had to be patient with the werewolf. It was adorable in a way, but you'd keep that to yourself.

"I promise to be patient with you. Except for right now, come and get your ass into the shower before Rosita gets tired of Hunter." With a laugh you undressed entirely and went to feel the water temperature and swap to the showerhead before stepping in. "I'm still telling you to join me in the shower, just to make sure you got the hint."

He may have been slow, mentally preparing for something so intimate, but he ended up in the tub with you. He sat half under the stream as you gave his hair a spa treatment and scrubbed his skin. You were scrubbing harsh, but he didn't mind. It felt nice to be rid of the grime and dirt for once. He felt good once you were done, and returned the favor with the utmost care. His touch was so soft, if you weren't facing him you barely believed it was him who cleaned you.

That night, long after retrieving Hunter and having a quiet family dinner you shared a bed for the first time. Just to sleep, nothing more.

Well, a bit more. Soft kisses, brushes of skin and cuddles were shared. Enjoying each other's warmth and find your space on the bed was the priority tonight.

The others all quickly caught the changes in your behavior about each other. The three of you were a real family all of a sudden and Carol gave herself a pat on the shoulder for getting her friends to be real with each other now.

With weeks passing you turned Daryl's downstairs room into his workplace slash quick nap spot and moved all the bedroom stuff upstairs and made a real, adult couple bedroom with a nook for Hunter's crib.

More weeks passed after moving into your new room and everything was so real now and it felt good, but nothing felt as good as certain words leaving Daryl's mouth after you came to an agreement a couple weeks prior.

"Smells so good, hun. Whatcha got cookin?" Daryl had just rolled out of bed after coming home late last night from a hunt. He sauntered over and wrapped his arms around your middle, hands resting on your stomach as he took a long whiff to take in all the scents swarming the kitchen.

You told him shat you were cooking as he followed your words with his nose. The fresh baked bread you went to grab early. The stew simmering in the pan and the eggs baking in the pan. But there was something else cooking, something you probably hadn't realized yet.

"Yer forgettin'bout yer oven, hun." You had yo know what he meant, you were so excited about it before.

"Dee, this kitchen has no working oven." You giggled as his chin scruff rubbed against your cheek as he kissed you there. "No tha' oven.." His hands spread over your stomach and squeezed soffly. "Ya smell even better than I hoped ya would."

You smelled different? You still used the same shampoo and soaps. And you couldn't remember you using a seriously different laundry soap either.

"Hun." Daryl had to stop you srirring the stew for a moment, turning off the heat under the eggs and turn you around. The irony of her joking about having to be direct with him to make him understand, and then now not getting it when he wasn't saying things literal.

"Ya smell pregnant." It was as direct as it could be. Straight to the point and perhaps the only way to bring this.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had your whole day planned full of tasks around the community, but you knew you weren't going to get anything done now.

But Daryl let you get back to your stew, staying stuck to your back with his hands massaging your belly.

"Well, ya better start believin' cuz tha' pup's gon' be here soon." Daryl was excited, for the first time in his life he felt like he wasn't that little fuckup redneck boy he was always made out to be. He was ready to be a father, and this time not of an adopted child but one of his own.

"Can't believe it took so fast." You were thinking out loud now as you moved from stirring the stew to cutting the bread for the eggs.

A/N: A very human were!Daryl this time.

[dawn-moths]

Wriothesley x Female Reader

word count: 3000+

(Even after serving your time in the Fortress of Meropide and deciding to return to your life in Fontaine, you still have good reason to drop in and give the Duke a visit from time to time.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, reader is handcuffed with a belt, sub/dom dynamics, fingering, doggy-style (vaginal sex), aftercare.

*ao3 mirror*

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As Wriothesley tugged his belt free from the loops in his trousers, slow and methodical, he cracked a smirk and huffed out a short breath of a laugh, his voice echoing faintly throughout the room when he said, “Hey, you like magic tricks, don’t you?”

He knows you do. You wouldn’t stop talking about Lyney and Lynette’s latest performance— the deadly precision, the dazzling display of showmanship, the subversion of expectation that left you wonderstruck each and every time. So, when you gave a cute little smile and an eager nod, perking up at the prospect of potential entertainment, well…

The Duke just couldn’t help himself.

He was standing at the bottom of the staircase, biding his time, having enjoyed the view of you immersed deep into some fantasy world between a bundle of dog-eared pages, not a care or concern in the world other than what would become of the fictional characters you’d quickly grown attached to. About an hour or so ago, he’d told you to entertain yourself while he went off to attend to some urgent business, “Shouldn’t take long,” he’d said, and had slipped back into his office without you even noticing. Now, as you stared at him with awaiting, curious eyes, he flexed the belt in his hands, gently testing its strength and give. 

With a playful, beckoning wave of a gloved hand, he said, “Come ‘ere. I wanna show you something…” and you obediently obliged, rising from your seat behind his big desk, leaving your latest literary adventure lying open-faced on the tabletop, to follow after him down the winding spiral staircase and into the bedroom that was hidden below. Wriothesley gripped the strap of burgundy leather tightly in his hands, his fists flexing over it as if trying to contain his eagerness once you were standing before him by the bed, hands lightly clasped behind your back, staring up at him with those big, innocent doe-eyes that made him go a little insane inside.

“Now, watch very closely…” the Duke instructed, though with an air of light mockery as he pretended to sound like the magicians you were so taken by as of late. You hummed out a little giggle at his imitation and watched as he slipped the end of the belt back through the buckle, tugging it through and threading it back around to repeat the first motion, creating a sort of figure 8 design before wrapping the remainder of the leather all the way around and securing it through the middle of the buckle one final time. “Now, hold out your hands.” 

You gave him an inquisitive yet distrusting look, but even before your brain could finish coming up with possible outcomes of where this trick might lead, you were obeying his command and presenting him with both of your wrists side by side out in front of you.

The moment he slipped the widened gaps of the contraption he’d created around your delicate wrists, quickly pulling the loose end he’d looped through the buckle last to cinch the leather flush against your skin, you realized you’d walked right into his trap.

You let out a startled gasp and made small sounds of struggle as you tried to tug your wrists free, but to no avail. Wriothesley let out another one of those silky, sonorous chuckles that sent the flock of butterflies in your tummy aflutter, despite the fact you felt a little betrayed by him weaponizing your naivety against you.

“Really walked into that one, didn’t ya?” he rhetorically asked, crossing his arms and allowing himself to watch your pitiful attempts at escape for a little longer.

“This isn’t magic, it’s just a trick!” you accused, brows pinched slightly in an irritated scowl, still helpless against the worn leather.

“Ah, but, if you’d been paying attention,” Wriothesley began, holding up a finger in accentuation as he strode a few smooth paces closer, “you’d recall I never said I was showing you a magic trick. I simply asked if you liked magic tricks, then said I wanted to show you something.” He looped his extended pointer finger into one of the gaps, lightly pulling your bound wrists and, along with them, yourself, closer toward him.

Lowing his voice to what sounded like nearly a growl, some kind of sinister satisfaction flashing behind his silver gaze, he said, “See what happens when you make baseless assumptions?”

Honestly, Wriothesley was impossible sometimes. Whether it was his mind games or technicalities, he always seemed to find new ways of getting you right where he wanted you while making you do most of the work.

“Ok, show’s over,” you droned, giving him a blatantly unamused look now. “Let me go.”

To this, the Duke merely scoffed.

“Let you go?” he repeated, as if the notion was the most preposterous thing he’d heard all week. He clicked his tongue, shook his head, giving the cuffs another teasing tug, lips splitting into a crookedly amused grin when you let out a quiet, helpless gasp. “Now where’s the fun in that? Besides, I think you know better than most…” He leaned in, lips right beside your ear, and whispered, low and husky, “My prisoners are treated rather well here…”

“I’m not your prisoner,” you reminded him. “At least… Not anymore.”

Because, yes, while you’d once lived under his rule and his reign for the crime you’d committed, those days were now behind you. You’d served your sentence and then chosen to return to the outside world. You’d rather missed your friends and family in Fontaine and, while you’d considered yourself lucky to have gotten into good company with the Duke, you also felt you couldn’t just leave your old life completely behind you.

Hence why you only made trips down into the depths of the Fortress of Meropide for these very special, though oftentimes short visits. You’d gotten a taste of something in this place that the outside world just didn’t have to offer. But, if anyone else had ever been in your position, you doubted they could blame you for indulging the addiction.

“Ok then,” Wriothesley bartered. “Why don’t we make a deal then? You have the next five minutes to get out of these, and if you do, I’ll give you a special prize…” He narrowed his gunmetal gaze at you, something playfully cruel shimmering amidst all that mischievous silver. “But if you can’t, well—” He gave a nonchalant shrug and finished with a rather confident, “then I guess you’ll have to give me something instead.”

“Alright,” you agreed, lifting one eyebrow and now wearing a smirk yourself. “Challenge accepted.” And when you’d entered willingly into his little game, you’d really thought you’d stood a chance. How hard could it be to get out of handcuffs made of leather anyway? It’s not like he’d clapped the metal ones you knew he always kept on his person around your wrists instead. Those, as you’d experienced first hand, were absolutely inescapable.

But as the minutes passed, you struggling more and more with each one that ticked by, Wriothesley keeping an eye on his watch as he leaned back against the wall opposite the bed, eyes flicking up to watch you writhe and grunt as you tried and failed to pull your wrists free, you were beginning to regret being so cocky.

Besides, Wriothesley had never been one to let someone beat him at his own game.

“And… Three… Two… One,” Wriothelsey announced, marking the end of the challenge and your loss of the bet. “Better luck next time, hon,” he said through a mocking pout, looking only half apologetic for a second before approaching you again. “Guess it’s time you give the winner his prize.”

His tall shadow swallowed your form, eyes staring up at him in that delectably pleading, helpless way he’d grown so addicted to back when you were one of his inmates. Your face said you were awaiting punishment but your body was anticipating pleasure, that warm, rolling feeling of arousal tightening in your lower belly.

“Oh…” you rolled your eyes as Wriothesley pinned you to his bed, cuffed wrists clasped in one of his big, rough hands above your head. “And to think,” you teased, “that you’d be so predictable now.”

Wriothesley flashed you a dangerous look, one of a sharp-toothed smirk and half-lidded eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dim light, clicking his tongue as if disappointed in you, increasing his grip on the cuffs while he began to undo the button on his trousers with the other.

“So mouthy today,” he remarked, that familiar growl laced into his tone. The one that warned you you were on thin fucking ice. The one that you often ignored, kept on pushing just to see how far he’d let you go. More often than not, this earned you double the original punishment he’d had in store for you, but secretly, you liked that. Once Wriothesley had caught onto that fact, it hadn’t stopped him. He’d just learned how to twist things so he got to have a little fun too. “Guess I’ll have to remind you what happens when you talk back…”

Cock already hard and aching as he gripped it in his hand, you gasped when he roughly hiked up your skirt and grinded his erection against your dampening panties, your breath hitching in your chest every time his velvety tip brushed against your swollen, sensitive little clit, wanting more, needing more.

And Wriothesley knew he’d soon have you exactly where he wanted you. That defiant attitude of yours reduced to nothing more than a chorus of pathetic whines and pleading for him to “get inside me, please— Please, Wrio, I need it!”

And he’d give you what he wanted. No matter how much he tried to act cold and callous you knew he had a soft spot just for you. But before he did, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use the opportunity to make you squirm just for the hell of it.

“Awww, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” the Duke cooed, words dripping with saccharine condensation. He used both hands to secure your hips as he grinded down against you harsher than before, nearly knocking the breath from his own lungs as he sighed out a strained, “Suddenly— fuck— at a loss for words?”

You were desperately trying to cant your hips upwards to gain more friction, but his firm grip on you made that impossible. You’d completely forgotten he’d let go of your wrists, though they were still securely bound, merely chasing the fleeting pleasure he was reluctantly granting you.

“Ok… Ok, Wrio, please—” you finally broke, sentence clipped off into a delicate, musical little mewl, soft as a feather floating on a breeze. “Please, I’ll be good, just— Please—”

Wriothesley couldn’t take much more of this either, so, per your unclarified request, he swiftly pushed your soaked panties aside and slipped two of his thick digits into your weeping cunt, sucking in a small hiss of a breath through clenched teeth when he curled his fingers inside and felt how tight your pussy was trying to squeeze him, craving something bigger to fill it up.

You shivered, already beginning to feel that tight coil in your core pulling taut, mouth hanging open in silent ecstasy, huffing out panting little breaths and eyes rolling beautifully as your back began to arch off the firm mattress. Wriothesley’s skilled fingers worked you over like it’s what they’d been designed to do, the calloused pad of his thumb rubbing rough circles over your pulsing little bud, gaze glued to your leaking little hole, mesmerized by how gorgeous you were like this, completely bent to his will.

“Archons, baby…” He said, soft and in awe like reciting a prayer, spreading your slick around like an artist creating his next masterpiece. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Fuck me, you wanted to answer. Fuck me until all I know is you, you, and nothing but you.

Wriothesley then seemed to come to some kind of conclusion, the contemplation shining in his eyes as fast and as bright as a shooting star. Then, he was gripping your hips again and flipping you over, instructing you to stay on your elbows and knees as he lined himself up with your fluttering entrance.

“Wrio…?” you asked, his name sounding fragile and broken and confused as it left your succulent little mouth.

He hushed you, gentle and reassuring, suddenly gone all sweet and soft for you like he usually tended to do, once he was done playing his games with you. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, leaning over you to press his warm, broad chest against your back. “Just trust me.”

Slowly, carefully, he began to nudge his way into your needy little hole, wrapping his arms around you and helping you to adjust until you found the position that felt the best for the both of you. Then, once he was fully inside and you were recovered from the sweet, stinging stretch of him, Wriothesley began to move, the motion of his hips smooth and intentional, nearly pulling all the way out before pushing back in, the rhythm gaining more speed every couple of thrusts.

By now, a thin sheen of sweat had broken out on both your brows, your legs beginning to tremble when he grazed over that sweet, spongy spot deep inside you, the one you could never quite reach on your own. Still holding you close, he used one hand to massage more skillful circles onto your already overstimulated little bundle of nerves, the pressure ebbing and flowing between soft and hard, trying to keep your orgasm at bay for just a little longer.

“Wrio—” you moaned, all pliable and angelic and all his, his, his.

“Almost there, baby—? God—!” The air was punched from Wriothesley’s lungs upon his next thrust, his normally sure and even voice cracked and fissured by a strangled whine, movements beginning to become erratic as he neared his own edge. He tightened his arms around your body, trying to hold you impossibly close, truly become one with you, as if your soul could melt right into his like two pieces of candy left out too long in the sun, gooey and combined and no longer distinguishable from one another, only known henceforth as their own unique, singular entity. 

“‘M gonna—!” You suddenly gasped, your silky walls clenching around his cock hard enough to lace his next breath with a beautiful whimper, both your bodies tensing under the shared release, soaking and filling each other to the brim with each other’s balmy pleasure.

You went slack in Wriothesley’s hold, which didn’t lessen an inch until he’d found his way back to reality, temporarily blinded by the all-encompassing sensation of bliss your body always gifted him. Once his vision could focus and his brain could think, he carefully pulled out of you, allowing you to lower all the way down to the mattress, completely spent and limbs like jelly.

The Duke unfastened the belt-cuffs from around your wrists, tossing the twisted mangle of leather aside and laying across from you, tenderly taking your sore, slightly chafed wrists in his grasp and placing tender kisses along the thin, delicate skin, murmuring little praises to you that you barely registered in your fucked-out state.

“So good for me… Always so good for me…” he hummed, his chaste, closed mouth kisses traveling further up your arms as if he intended to place his lips to every inch of you. “My perfect, perfect girl…”

You were pulled back to earth by the time his lips found yours, parting them for him as if on instinct, tethered by the way his tongue refamiliarized itself with the shape of your mouth.

It was languid, messy, threatening to stir up that honey-dipped lust for him that never seemed to abate inside of you again. But then Wriothesley pulled away, only far enough to gaze lovingly into your eyes, smiling— actually smiling— to himself at the sight of you, glowing with a post-sex haze.

“Wrio…?” you spoke, voice like a butterfly’s wing.

“Hmm…?” he hummed, gently brushing the back of his knuckles along your soft cheek.

“Do you…” You hesitated then, knowing the question was one you were afraid to ask. Had been afraid to ask for a while, only because you knew his answer could possibly change the path of your fate. You swallowed hard, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to bask in his gentle touches for a few strokes longer. Then you said, “Do you ever wish I would’ve stayed?”

Wriothesley’s ministrations paused, something unreadable now swimming in all that entrancing silver. He threaded his long fingers through your hair, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, taking in a long, deep breath just to share the same air as you.

“I only wish I could go with you,” he murmured, the confession barely a whisper, so quiet, as if he were afraid the very admittance would sink the Fortress to the very bottom of the sea. Then he opened his eyes, leaned back a few inches to meet yours again, and added on a solemn, “Sometimes…”

You wrapped your arms around him then, wanting to keep him close, wanting to lay here like this with him forever. But eventually, you drifted off to sleep. When you did, Wriothesley only allowed himself to stay beside you a few minutes longer before going to tend to cleaning both of you up, wiping away the mess between your legs you two had made as gently as possible so he wouldn’t wake you. He knew, when you rose, you’d have to say your goodbyes and return to the surface.

“Not goodbye,” you’d always remind him after your parting kiss, giving him one of those innocent little smiles that made him wonder how you’d ever survived this place at all, your eyes glittering with affection. “Only until next time.”

Until next time, Wriothesley thought. And then, how lucky I am to have earned a next time.

***

(Honestly, I just saw a video of someone making handcuffs with a belt and thought, “You know who would do that… Wriothesley,” lol

But anyway, I hope you enjoyed and are having as much fun with the new Fontaine characters as I am heehee :) 

Hope everyone has a wonderful day!)

[lure-of-writing]

Stop at Nothing

Authors note: I honestly love how this turned out. I am thinking about making this into a series but I would love to hear what you guys think about that!

Summary: Everything was normal until it wasn't. Possibly pregnant with Joels baby, you head off to work as a doctor in the Er only for it to be the worst shift of your life and soon your whole world is flipped upside down by a series of unguessable events. Your life was calm and easy before, go to work, come home and take care of your two daughters with Joel. Now its life or death and life never prepared you for this situation.

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count:3.8k

Warnings: character death, cursing, guns, pregnancy

August 29, 2013 

Every morning for the last week without a doubt you woke up at an ungodly hour to empty last night's dinner into your toilet. This caused concern to rise within you. There is no way you can be pregnant again right? Maybe you had the stomach flu, Sarah had just returned to school and kids tend to get sick since there are so many germs being spread around. Deep down you knew that a pregnancy test would be in your near future but after telling Joel last time you were pregnant left you a little scared about the possibility of a positive test. 

November, 2012 

Now Joel is a loving, patient man who knows no bounds for his family and the people that he loves. Was he stressed when you gave him a peed on pregnancy test with a baby onesie, absolutely. Did you guys go back and front on whether or not to keep the pregnancy, yes. But did that mean he loved his youngest daughter any less? No, absolutely not. 

But to say that it hadn't put a stress on your relationship would be a lie. Joel was already working too late and too many hours to try and provide for Sarah and You had just Finished your residency and were officially a doctor which meant that your working hours were insane and often pushed you past your physical limits and beyond. This obviously was a concern for him, with your career having a baby at this time was less than ideal. His reasoning for not wanting to keep the child was for your health, if you were pregnant that meant everything you felt would be doubled and the stress of being a new doctor he feared would cause you to lose the baby. To you having a baby was a no brainer, plenty of people in the same shoes as you also were having babies, and if they could do it then so could you and nothing could convince you otherwise.  

For days the two of you went back and forth about what to do but often your conversations would be interrupted by an innocent Sarah who needed her dad or wanted to talk to you about girl stuff, you may not be her mother but she treated you like you were. After about four days of weighing the pros and cons of bringing another life into this world you booked yourself an ultrasound to see how far along you were so you could better weigh your options but after seeing those black and white pictures you knew that there was no other option then to keep the growing baby inside of you. 

Sarah had asked to spend the night at one of her friends' houses that morning which finally gave you and Joel the chance to sit down and really talk without having to put your thoughts on hold. After dropping Sarah off you entered the house you shared with Joel and started cooking dinner, you knew he wouldn’t likely show up until way past dinner time but you were hungry and needed something to distract your mind. How were you going to tell Joel that you wanted to keep the baby? What if he disagreed? Before you were able to jump too deeply into the worst case scenarios Joel walked through the door. You sat at the dinner table barely touching your food suddenly the need to eat was gone and anxiety sat at its seat at the dinner table instead. Joel could feel how nervous you were, you had something to tell him. “Darlin’ I can feel your nerves over here, what’s going on?” Without saying a word you get up and walk over to your purse that sat on the counter and pulled out the ultrasound pictures. Silently sitting there you stared at the tiny little bean looking shape and wondered what you would do if Joel disagreed with what you wanted. 

Shakily you handed the pictures to Joel and he looked them over before returning to stare at you. “I want this Joel” Your voice a whisper on the verge of crying, he glances at the pictures before looking at you again “Look I know it will be hard but with my income we will be ok, you won’t have to work as much and I can take maternity leave and-” Joel moves to kneel in front of you “Darlin’ you don’t need to give me a list of reasons, ok?” His soft movement of his thumbs rubbing your stomach gave you so much comfort but you needed to hear him say it. “We’re doing this?” With a gentle nod he brings his hand to cup your cheek while the other stay on your stomach “We’re doing this, darlin’, we’re doing this”

September 27, 2013

Now your daughter was three months old and the absolute light of your life. Your pregnancy wasn’t easy, you had your fair share of struggles just like any other woman throughout her pregnancy but god was your daughter worth it all and ten times more. So to say that you were surprised you were experiencing symptoms of pregnancy again is an understatement, but to be sure you would make an appointment to get your blood checked and see if they were at the levels needed for pregnancy. But for now that would have to wait tonight you would be going in for an forty-eight hour shift on call and as much as you hated leaving your babies you had to go to work. Luckily Sarah would watch baby Evelyn for a few hours until Joel got home to handle the rest. 

“Sarah babe? Do you have everything you need until your dad gets home?” She walks into the kitchen with a giggling Evelyn in her arms “For the millionth time,yes.” she glances at the clock before her eyes return to your frantic figure running around trying to make yourself coffee. “Oh shit, ok I have to go, dinner is in the fridge, there's milk for Eve in there also and if you need anything call me!” you were halfway out the door before you realized you forgot something. Turning around you kiss Evelyn's head and Sarah's cheek “I love you guys so so so much, don’t you ever forget that ok?” and with that you were out the door and unknowingly on your way into a fast unfolding nightmare. 

The first twenty-four hours were ok. Not much happened but nothing happening  in the hospital ment all was good. Somewhere between the thirty hour to forty-eight hour mark things started to pick up. As a trauma doctor in the ER you dealt with the worst of the worst injuries but since the ER was slammed you helped out where you could, just because you had a specialty doesn’t mean you couldn’t help. The people who were coming in were acting odd but when their blood work came back it was clear of drugs and alcohol, others were trashing about uncontrollably and one even tried to bite one of your co-workers but was restrained and sedated. A few hours after that was when shit really hit the fan, you were exhausted and it was almost the end of your shift which meant you just wanted to go home and see your babies and boyfriend, but you took an oath to help those in need no matter what so you kept doing your job even in the chaos of the ER department, until all staff was pulled into a quick meeting and was notified that until further notice the hospital would be on lock down. 

As soon as you got a second you called Joel but he didn’t answer so you left a voicemail instead “Joel, I don’t know what's going on but the hospital is on lock down” you went quiet for a few seconds trying to pull your thoughts together and make a real sentence. “Look I don’t know what's happening but I can tell it's not good, whatever it is at least. The hospital has been crazy the last few hours and we have no idea what's going on.”  Suddenly the tvs all play the same announcement, stay inside and don’t move. “Joel whatever happens don’t come to the hospital do not under any circumstances come here Joel. It's going to be one hundred times worse here, Joel, I’m begging you do not come here. Get the girls and get them to safety. I will find you guys I promise but I need you to keep them safe. I love you Joel, and tell the girls that mommy loves them too.” Just then a blood curdling scream is released and you hangup. Turning to see what is happening you find someone on top of another person and it looks like they’re eating them. 

If the hospital was chaos before then all hell has broken loose now. The person stopped what they were doing and moved to stand up and look around as it slowly spun around in a circle. You saw something coming out of its mouth and it was moving. 

When in medical school you often play a game of what-ifs. What if that happened, what if this happened? As doctors it's important to understand that anything could happen and you must be prepared for it. That's why you run hypotheticals all the time, the world is constantly evolving and if we don’t stay on top of it we will be under it. You learn a lot of things in medical school but one of the things you learn is the worst case scenario. What will happen if this disease comes back stronger or what if this one mutates, then what? And it was your job to come up with an answer that best fit the situation described. During one of your classes your professor played a video from the nineteen sixties about what would happen if a fungus evolved. And staring at the person, no it wasn’t a person anymore, you realized he was right, everything he said was correct. 

Suddenly it launched itself to the people nearest to it and started attacking, you took this chance and ran. You couldn’t care less if after everything was done and calm again you lost your job or even your license for deserting your job as a doctor but something told you that wouldn’t be happening so you ran until you were in the staff room where all of your belongings were and began to grab your stuff. Frantically grabbing your car keys and bag you see other people doing the same thing, good to know you won’t be the only one losing their job. 

As you made your way to your car you saw the same scene from inside paint itself on the outside. Just as you locked your door, helicopters flew by along with felt like a million other things. “Please,please help me!” the banging on your car window startled you, a young man bangs on your window, looking around you see it's getting worse, so against your breaking heart you pull out of the parking spot and start heading back home. On your way there you see countless cop cars and even military vehicles on the roads, it was like a mini war zone in the making and that couldn’t be good. 

Joel's heart was racing after picking up Tommy he knew he needed to get back to his kids and get to you so you guys could move and figure this out as a family. While Tommy was driving Joel went to call you. He saw he had already left a voicemail and he listened to it. Hearing your voice sound so scared broke his heart but listening to you tell him to leave you there was more heartbreaking, leaving the mother of his children all alone at the hospital where like you said it was going to be ten times worse was a blow to the gut, but be knew you would never forgive him he put your children in danger and neither would he. So he told Tommy to head to his house and without a second thought he began to form a plan to get them out of harm's way and somewhere he can keep them safe while trying to figure out how to get to you.  

One night while you and Joel were sitting in your living room you began to explain how hospitals work and what exactly you do. After a while the conversation dulls until your boyfriend speaks up “So what exactly happens if there's a huge nationwide emergency, like I know during hurricanes staff have to stay and help but what else.” Taking another sip of wine you begin to think about all the things that happen in those cases. “Well for one no matter what we go into lock down, no one in or out. If it's some sort of attack, same thing except authorized personnel so we have enough people to help with the large amount of people that would be coming in. Most of the situations are like that with a few different rules in place depending on what is happening but all in all it's the same more or less. But what I will tell you is this”  You lean forward and look him in the eyes, you two may be a little wine drunk but this is important and you needed him to understand this. “If anything of that sort ever happens do not under any circumstances ever come to the hospital, don’t go to police or fire stations. Stay the fuck away from those. People who are first responders and healthcare workers will be the first to go. Why? Because we are the first defense. When someone gets sick or hurt where do they go? Either into an ambulance or to the hospital. When someone gets injured because of a fight or something dangerous happens, who responds? Police and firefighter. We are the people who help when things hit the fan so you know what that means? We usually don’t know what we’ve gotten ourselves into but we know we need to help. But in those situations it's usually mass numbers of people and if something goes wrong, we will be the first ones affected.” Joel had never thought about that before but now that you said it, it made sense maybe a little too much sense. What you said scared the shit out of him, mostly because that meant everything you said you understood and acknowledged, that something on a mass scale could be the reason you aren’t on earth anymore was terrifying. “I guess that does make sense but damn I never thought about that.” Shrugging you respond “Most people don’t but it’s one of the realities of being a healthcare worker.”

Joel's mind comes back from memory land right as they pull up in front of his house and see Sarah there holding Evelyn slowly backing away from the Adler woman. Jumping out of the car he puts himself between the old lady and his daughters. “What are we gonna do Joel?” Just then the lady jumps at her and he swings the wrench at her hitting her in the head. Quickly he turns around and ushers his children into the truck before they take off. Sarah was quick to notice a missing person. “Dad, where's mom?” Three simple words yet they shook him to his core. On any other day they would be just like every other question she asked but today her voice was shaking and when he looked back at his babygirl tears were in her eyes and her voice sounded so scared. “Don’t worry baby, momma is going to find us. She promised.” 

You returned back to the road you lived on to see it was a mess. Street lights were off and power boxes had exploded. And bodies were everywhere, they may not be dead but they might as well be classified as such. Slowing down you peer out of your passenger window trying to see if anyone was still at your house but were quickly met with bloody hands banging on your window. Without second thought you speed off and don’t look back. You needed to think and think quick. Think like Joel. After taking a moment you remember that in these types of situations the military will set up camp and use that as a point of operation, it could get you killed as they most likely have a shoot to kill order but at least you could try and plus being a doctor would help right? At that moment you were thankful you had a full tank of gas and a fuel efficient car because you were sure that it was going to take you a little bit of time and driving to find one of these camps. 

It had been a few days since everything started and you successfully made it into a military camp the first night before being moved to a quarantine zone. As a doctor they had you help them sort through the people coming in. Sure you were not a military doctor or personnel but you were a doctor nonetheless and they needed all the help they could get. You were placed in a tent to treat superficial wounds, not a very good way to put your training to use but as you know even a cut can lead to a deadly infection. Plus it gave you something to distract your mind with that is until you heard your name being called and not by anyone it was Joel, your Joel. 

Next thing you know his arms are wrapped around your body and you're both crying. ‘Where are the girls? Where is Tommy?” Quickly you pull aways to find the answer to your questions but only see Tommy holding your youngest daughter. You rush to grab her out of his hands and sooth her as best you can but probably more so yourself, while you do so you look around Tommys figure to see if you can find Sarah. “Joel? Where's Sarah? Is she getting grabbing food or something?” Turning around to face the father of your children you see the tears building in his eyes and the heartbreak on his face and in an instant you know. Sarahs gone. You feel the urge to throw up and that's what you do, handing your surviving daughter back to Tommy you run over to the trash can and empty what little food you did have in your system. 

If you're being honest you don't remember much of that day. You remember Joel and his arms around your body, feeling your daughter against your chest and seeing Tommy but other than that, it’s blank. You knew it was a trauma response, a way of your body trying to protect itself. And you were thankful for it because you never wanted to relive that moment again. 

Now you had to focus on protecting your daughter, keeping her alive and fed. Making sure Joel was as ok as a parent could be after losing a child, and making sure Tommy didn’t get any stupid ideas. For the most part you forgot about the potential pregnancy to busy wrapped up in trying to survive in this new way of life. But then you missed your period and your breasts started to hurt and every smell was making you nauseated. You knew without a doubt that you were pregnant. Unfortunately you never got the chance to tell Joel. A Member of the military came to inform you that you were being moved to the Denver QZ. “Right now” this started you “Um ok let me go tell my family so we can grab our things.” in that moment you failed to see the man's grim expression. “No ma'am, just you and your child are permitted to go.” This frustrated you and you were going to give him hell until he let your family go with you. No way in hell were you going somewhere that Joel and Tommy weren’t. 

You burst into the tent that you and your family had been sharing with strangers the past few weeks with the military man right on your heels. “Listen to this Joel!” Your announcement and startled look caught his attention as you grab your baby from Joel waiting for the random man to repeat what he said to you. “We will be moving her and your daughter to the Denver QZ, no one else is permitted to join her.” Joel was quick to his feet and in the man's face “Like hell you’ll be taking my wife and children somewhere I’m not!” Other military persons moved into the room with guns pointed, it didn’t take much to be killed these days. But that wasn’t what you focused on. Joel said children as in more than one, but it wasn’t plural it was just one and it was just Evelyn. 

“Sir, you need to step back and remain calm!” Someone yelled causing your baby to cry. You silently shushed her as hot tears ran down your cheeks. “Don’t tell me to remain calm when you are trying to take my family away from me!” One man nods to another man and suddenly you feel a barrel of a gun to your head. “You either calm down or we kill her.” Joel felt his blood run cold as he saw what was happening before him. He wouldn’t let these men harm you so he stayed quiet and didn’t move. He would do anything necessary to keep you and his daughter safe. And for now that meant playing along with them. The men start to move and grab what they assume is your things. “Can I at least say goodbye?” The man holding the gun to you drops the barrel and gives a slight nod motioning for you to go ahead. 

You wrap one arm around him while the other supports your daughter. “Listen to me Joel don’t try anything stupid,Ok? They will not hesitate to kill you. I will go and I will take Evelyn. I’m a high value person right now and they won’t do anything to me. I heard that people have been communicating through the radio. I'll tell them to play our song dedicated to E. When you hear it you’ll know it's me. Joel, you need to stay safe and be smart. Me and Eve need you. We will figure out a plan but for now stay alive and keep Tommy that way too, ok?” He shakes with anger but he knows your right, you’ve always been the more level headed one between the two of you. “Let's go.” the same man from earlier tells you and reluctantly he lets go of the two most important people in his life. Watching you get on that copper with Evelyn clinging to your chest was like watching the last remaining parts of his heart leave with you two. And he knew he would stop at nothing to get you two back.

[silentglassbreak]

Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

Last chapter is next my loves. I appreciate you all for being on this journey with me!

Warnings: SSSMMMUUUTTTTT. Kinky smut. @n@l 😉

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

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Part 11 - The Death of Peace of Mind

I sat in the chair of the restaurant, my chest shaking with laughter at Jolly’s retelling of one of our first stage performances. This was before Matt joined us, and we were an absolute mess of a band. Our first album had just released, and Sumerian was throwing us into shows we were absolutely not ready for.

I had stood in front of the massive crowd at the festival, my throat sticking together in fear. Vince was already playing the opening rift to Exit Wounds, and I completely spaced the words.

I stood, still as a block of cement, staring out at the faces. After about three repeats of the opening to the song, Nick finally hollered into the microphone.

“Noah, get it together!”

Something about that snapped me out of my trance, and I began singing, still terrified.

It took half of the song for me to find a rhythm. And then, I went absolutely berserk.

I jumped around, head banged for my life, and sang the vocals. While I was thrashing on stage, screaming loudly into the mic, I somehow managed to get a little too close to my stand, swinging my face straight into the bracket that held the mic.

Cutting my face just above my left eyebrow, I was oblivious, still head banging, and spraying blood all over myself, Jolly, and some members of the crowd.

It was horrific. Vince had described the scene as ‘a bloodbath with a little metal thrown in’. I didn’t realize I was bleeding until I felt the hot liquid running into my eye. I wondered why the entire crowd was staring at me like I was insane.

“Oh my God! Did you stop the set?!” Laura asked.

Nick shook his head. “Fuck no, dude! He tied a bandana around his forehead and played the entire thing! It was the most hardcore thing we had ever seen!”

Mileena was staring at me from where she sat in the chair next to me, inspecting my face. “I don’t even see a scar!”

Chuckling, I rubbed my forehead. “I had to get ten stitches after. The guy at the ER was cool, managed to put them in my eyebrow so you couldn’t see the scar.”

She reached up, running the pad of her thumb over my eyebrow, and smirked. “Glad you survived.”

Her words were sarcastic, but she giggled after.

It had been three days since Mileena’s deposition, and since that time, we had been slowly getting back to a normal amount of communication.

I could tell she was hesitant, but I insisted that we needed to at least try and get along, for not only Addison’s sake, but ours as well.

Whether we wanted to admit it at any given time or not, we needed each other. And after what she said to Rachel at the law office? All of my anger toward her had faded, and I was, once again, finding myself seeking her out more and more.

She was soft with me, allowing me to call at least once a day, and would converse with me in texts. We were trying, but progress is slow.

We sat at the large table, big enough for Leena and I, Laura and Nick, Jolly, and Folio. Nick had asked us to join them for dinner, but wouldn’t tell us why.

We had ordered and eaten, now half of the group were enjoying drinks, with the exception of Leena, Laura, and myself. They continued listening to Jolly tell his stories, which was certainly his strength in conversation, when I felt a hand on my knee.

I looked down, noticing Leena’s hand casually placed on my leg, her eyes still looking across the table at the guys, enthralled in the tale he was telling. It was comfortable, a familiar form of affection.

I let my hand fall over the top of hers, squeezing gently, watching as her lips quirked subtly at the gesture.

“Okay, as much as I want to hear another embarrassing story of myself…” I said as I lifted my free hand in the air. “Nick, are you going to tell us why we’re all here?”

Stealing a glance across the table at Laura, his eyes sparkled, something excited.

“You ready?”

Laura was resting her chin on her hands, a warm smile on her face. “Whenever you are, babe.”

Nick reached down beside his chair, a black gift box appearing on the table, bright red paper ribbon wrapping the top.

“Should we let Mileena do the honors?” Nick raised an eyebrow at Laura, who just nodded in response.

Leena’s hand left my leg to reach for the box, smiling wide. “Me?” She held the flat box, running her fingers over the ribbon. “What is it?”

Laura bumped Leena’s elbow from where she sat next to her. “Open it and find out, dork.”

Carefully, Mileena pulled the ribbon with her fingertips, until the bow on top fell loose. She shimmied the top of the box off, all eyes curiously trying to see the contents.

Red paper covered whatever was inside, and Leena unfolded it, revealing some kind of fabric underneath.

Her hands covered her mouth, and she gasped sharp.

“Oh my God…”

I leaned over to see. “What is it?”

Inside the box, under the paper, was a red and black tie dyed shirt, that was obviously very, very small, with the words ‘Baby Omens’ written over the top.

No, it wasn’t a shirt. It was a onesie.

When my brain finally clicked together, my eyes snapped to Nick.

“Dude!”

“What?! Someone fucking show us!” Folio and Jolly were bouncing on either side of Nick.

“Leena, hold it up.” I pushed the box toward her. She carefully grabbed the fabric, eyes welled up with tears, and held it on display. I watched Jolly and Folio’s mouths fall open, eyes bulging.

“You’re having a baby?!” Folio hollered, and Jolly wrapped an arm around Nick’s shoulders.

“Hell yeah, dude! Congratulations!”

Mileena had set the onesie back down, noticing the piece of film paper in the bottom of the box.

She lifted it, eyes scanning the sonogram photos, and tears began spilling.

“Lo! I’m so fucking excited!” She squealed, wrapping her arms around her best friend, “You’re going to be a Mom! I’m so fucking proud!”

Laura squeezed Leena tight. All of the guys stood, wrapping up Nick in a huge group hug.

“Bro, you’re a Dad now! I’m not alone anymore!” I told him, hands on his shoulders.

He smiled at me, something like excitement and fear mixed on his face. “You better be ready to show me the ropes, dude.”

I laughed. “What fucking ropes?!”

This made everyone break out in wild laughter.

“How far along are you?” Folio asked as Laura sat back down in her chair, and we all followed.

“Fourteen weeks.” She said proudly.

“How long have you known?!” Leena sounded absolutely hysterical.

“Relax. Only a few weeks. It didn’t even occur to me that I was late until Nick mentioned something.”

He nodded to her statement. “Girl went like two months without a period. See, she thinks I don’t pay attention.” He held his hands up.

She scoffed. “You pay attention to my cycle, but not to where you left your favorite socks?”

“Ya got me there.” He smirked. Reaching a hand across the table, he held hers tight, giving her the most genuine, lovesick look I’ve ever seen.

For a second, just a passing breath, I was jealous.

But my love for them, and my genuine excitement at being an Uncle, and my brother finally being a Dad, overshadowed any ill feelings I had. This was great news, and a hell of a way to cheer us up out of the darkness we had all been swimming in.

We stayed at the table, talking and celebrating for a while longer, before finally making our way out of the restaurant.

I stood, the palm of my hand pressed to the small of Leena’s back, guiding us toward the side of the restaurant with the group.

“Leena, I know you didn’t drive here. Are you getting a ride with us?” Laura looked at her, but I caught her glancing up at me.

“Uh,” She chewed on her lip, deciding her next words, or waiting for me to.

“I can give her a ride.” I spoke solidly.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to drive out of your way to take her home, when we’re already going there?”

Clearing my throat, I wrapped a hand around Leena’s hip, building some confidence.

“I’m going to take her home.”

Laura gave us a knowing look. “Home…as in…?”

Leena just giggled, and turned, her hand pulling my arm along with. “Goodnight everyone.”

The drive back to the house was filled with Leena gushing over Laura and Nick’s news.

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me! I mean, I can. I know she had concerns before about fertility, but still! We live together! I didn’t notice!”

I laughed. “Maybe you were distracted?”

She shrugged back into the seat, looking out the window. “How self-centered is that? I’ve been so wrapped up in my own bullshit that I didn’t know my best friend was pregnant?”

Reaching a hand over the console, I brushed my fingers over her arm, grabbing her attention.

“It’s been a rough year, Mileena. It’s only fair that you had a lot on your mind.”

“I guess. I just feel bad.”

“You know now. You can be there for her every step of the way. She’s still early in. You’ve got plenty of fun ahead.”

She laughed at that, me joining her. “Oh, yeah. If she’s anything like me, she’s going to be pretty moody.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “If she’s anything like you, Nick will be hiding at our place at least twice a week.”

She stared at me, mouth hanging open. “What?!” Her hand reached over to swat at me. “That’s why you were always ‘going to the studio’?!”

I couldn’t stop the bursting laughter coming out of me. “Babe, I have a studio in the house. How did you not know?!”

“You fucker!” She was cackling, but also pawing at me. I caught her wrist in my hand, reaching up and licking a long stripe along her forearm in retaliation.

“Ew!” She snapped her arm back, rubbing it on her jacket, cringing. “I hate being licked!”

Lowering my eyes at her for a second, I smirked. “That’s not true.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “In-sufferable.”

After only about ten more minutes, we were pulling into my driveway beside Andrea’s car. I let us in the house, and we both stopped, amused at the scene in front of us. The living room was in a haphazard state of disarray, toys sprawled all over the floor, a few stray Cheez-its scattered on the coffee table. The TV was still playing the tail end of Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone, and Angel, like the true marvel he is, was laying starfish style across the entire couch, snoozing.

In the recliner, Andrea was leaned back, hair askew, and eyes closed with sleep. Addison was laid on top of her, face pressed against her stomach, already in pajamas and hair braided tightly on the back of her head.

I stole at glance at Leena, who was trying not to laugh at the scene.

She looked up at me. “You put Addie in bed and I’ll wake Andrea?”

I just nodded, slipping my shoes off and dropping my coat on the back of the couch. Leena walked over to Andrea, carefully peeling the baby off of her and handing her to me. She stirred for only a moment, eyes cracking open, before she dropped her head down on my shoulder, right back into her dreams.

I heard Leena rousing Andrea as I made my way up the stairs and into Addie’s room, Angel right behind. I laid her down on her toddler bed, tucking the blankets in around her, and cracking the door.

By the time I was headed back down, Leena was hugging Andrea goodbye.

“Sorry she was such a handful.”

Andrea waved her off, smiling. “It’s fine. She’s just so rambunctious these days.”

“Well, she’s almost two, so it’s getting harder to keep a handle on her.” Leena shook her head.

“Oh absolutely. Let me know what you all do for her birthday. I already got her a gift.”

I stepped up behind Leena, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Party will be here. We just haven’t settled on a day yet. It’s in two weeks, so we’ll let you know soon.”

Andrea nodded, smiling before she left, leaving Mileena to lock the deadbolt behind her.

She turned and looked at me, her eyes big and brown, tearing through my soul.

I had her, something in me told me I did, but I was still so unsure.

“So.” I sighed, putting my hands in my pockets.

She grinned. “So.”

Daring to press my boundaries, I took a step toward her, causing her to back up, back flat against the door. I kept myself impossibly close, without making actual physical contact with her body. Her eyes looked up at me, a serious look on her face.

“What now?” I asked.

“I really don’t know.”

My teeth pulled at my lip, waiting a beat before I finally decided on what to say.

“Would you hate me if I kissed you?”

Her eyes widened subtly, her face recognizing the memory I was drawing from.

Towering over her, and pressing forward to box her in against the door, I leaned my head down so my lips were level with her ear.

“Would you tell me to stop?”

Pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, I watched as her tongue grazed over her lip, stare locked on me.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted just enough to invite me in. I leaned in close, and brushed our lips together so gently that it was barely considered contact.

I felt her fingers very slowly press into my chest, and wrap around the fabric of my shirt, tugging me in closer.

That was all it took.

Locking my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her in, pressing her lips to mine hard, fingers tangling in the long hair at the base of her skull. Her mouth moved with mine, her tongue fighting past my lips, tasting my own with fervor.

A soft, sweet moan erupted from her throat, which threw me over the edge. My hands grabbed her waist, lifting her off the ground. This pulled a sharp squeak out of her before she wrapped her legs around my waist, replacing her mouth on mine.

Her body was locked in place against the door while my hands gripped her thighs, nails leaving marks where they dug in.

I let myself have this moment, body pressed against her, lips locked with hers, electricity zapping between us all at once. It was so satisfying it almost brought tears to my eyes.

It felt fresh. It felt honest. It felt like something was finally the way it was supposed to be. It didn’t feel desperate or sad. No pain. All love. All acceptance.

This was what was supposed to happen. This is where we picked it back up.

I used my hands to secure her to me before pulling away from the door, turning us, and walking us over to the couch. I sat down, her legs straddled over my lap as she kissed me, her lips trailing down to my jaw and neck. I let my head fall back as her tongue left soft kitten licks over my adam’s apple, a chill running up my spine.

Her fingers were already pulling my shirt up from where it was tucked into the waistband of my pants. Hands popping open the front of my slacks, she unzipped them easily, never letting her mouth disconnect from my skin.

“Noah?” Her voice was so small, muffled against my ear.

“Mileena?”

“I’ve got a lot to make up for, so I think you should get comfortable.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I felt the air leave my lungs all at once, my hands falling to the sides of us, completely helpless.

Did I die? Was this heaven? If God is real, is this what everyone talks about? Nirvana, if you will.

She slipped off of me carefully, her long skirt sitting just below her belly button, showing off the black jeweled ring tucked into it. Her black, tight crop top hugged her perfect, round breasts. She had obviously opted to go braless this evening, as her nipples were pointed hard through the fabric of her shirt.

Punch-drunk on the sight, I just watched as she smiled devilishly at me, her hair falling partially over her one eye, and kneeled down in front of the couch.

Her hands trailed up my legs, tugging on my slacks so they slipped down my waist to my thighs, exposing my black boxers, bulging in the crotch.

Slowly, meticulously, she ran a hand up my leg and over my cock, massaging through the fabric. A hiss fell from my lips as I watched, mesmerized by her every move. After more than a few painfully long moments, she hooked her fingers into the hand of my underwear and pulled them down, releasing my cock.

Any sense of calm and collect she had prior to that moment was gone, as she sat up straight in an instant, and leaned forward to run a long stripe down the underside of my shaft. My legs twitched, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. It was such an insanity-inducing feeling.

She let her tongue circle the head a few times, gathering all of the precome she could, before wrapping her lips around me and letting my cock slide all the way down the back of her throat, and gagging harshly as a result.

My hips bucked involuntarily, and my hand gripped the back of her head, fingers digging into her scalp.

“Holy fuck.” Was all I could manage as she pulled back, tears in her eyes, her eyeliner smudging just enough that she looked fucking edible.

I assumed she would need a moment, but she swallowed back down once again, gagging herself on my dick, gripping the base with her hand.

The sight was ungodly, and I was going to fucking lose it. I wouldn’t last long with her behaving this way. This was what men only dreamed about.

“God damn, girl. You must’ve really missed me, huh?” My fingers tightened in her hair, pulling it at the roots.

She could only manage a garbled ‘mhm’ with her mouth so fucking full.

She choked again, but continued on like an absolute warrior.

“Wow, what a good fucking girl. Choking on my cock like that?” Pressing her down harder, I felt her throat spasm around the head. “You’re so fucking starved for it, I can tell.”

She pulled against me, her head popping up sharp to catch her breath. I let go for a moment to allow it, tears now falling freely.

For a second, I almost thought it was too much, until she just licked her lips and went back at it, barely skipping a beat.

My head fell back on the cushion, eyes rolling to the back of my skull. It was too good, and I wouldn’t last.

“I’m going to come if you don’t slow down, Princess.”

Her eyes flashed up at me, a sweet, innocent look from under her lashes. I felt my entire body convulse.

“Jesus!” My pelvis jerked, pushing myself further down her throat, eliciting a wet gagging sound.

With a few thrusts, I was spilling down the back of her throat, my cock twitching in her mouth while she swallowed.

My hand fell back onto the couch, releasing my grip on her. She pulled off of me with a pop of her lips, smiling up at me, leaning her cheek on my thigh.

“Good?”

I was still attempting to catch my breath when I looked down at her.

“Something like that.” My words came between gasps of air.

She chuckled, standing, and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She turned, moving to walk back toward the other side of the room, but I was too quick, lunging and pulling her to topple on top of me.

I connected our lips, eagerly tasting the salt and saliva on her tongue. My brain was racing, dying for a taste.

Disconnecting us for a second, I smiled at her. “Where you going?”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she grinned. “To fix my face. I’m sure my makeup is all over.”

I pressed my lips to her cheek, humming against her skin. “You look stunning.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Sure, I do.”

“You do.” I pulled her on top of me, and I fell back on the couch, laying flat. “Good enough to eat.”

My hands grabbed her hips, forcing her onto my chest. She steadied herself with a hand on the back of the couch.

“What are you doing?”

I pulled at her skirt, tugging at the waistband.

“Take it off.”

Carefully, and with an inquisitive look, she lifted herself enough to slide the long skirt off, leaving her navy blue panties beneath.

“Those too.”

She obeyed, sitting back down on me and staring, a primal hunger in her eyes.

Making my point as clear as I could, I pointed to myself and demanded. “Sit.”

Her eyes blew wide.

“Noah…”

“I’m not asking.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Bullshit.” I tugged at her hips, dragging her forward against her physical protests. “I’m not fucking asking.”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but the depression has put more than a few pounds on me.”

I scoffed. “And?”

“And, I will fucking crush you!”

There wasn’t anything about what she said that made sense. Was she as thin as she once was, when we first met? No. Did I give even a half of a fuck? Not a chance.

I laughed, reaching up to nip my teeth at the inside of her knee.

“You will not crush me. Suffocate? Maybe. I’m good with it. Will gladly pass away between your thighs, Princess.”

“Noah! I can’t! I’m fat!”

My laughter stopped abruptly, and my hands stilled. I narrowed my eyes at her, reaching a hand up and gripping her hip hard. She griped at the force.

“Listen to me.” She tried to avert her eyes, but I reached up and caught her chin, forcing her to look back at me. “Don’t ever say that about yourself again. You are a fucking goddess, you understand me?”

She pouted, clearly not hearing what I was saying.

“Don’t believe me?”

She snorted. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Oh?” I quirked an eyebrow and released her, pulling my arms back behind my head. “Okay, Princess. Exactly what parts of you are fat?”

Covering her face with her hand, she groaned. “Everything! My waist. My hips. My thighs. My ass. I have stretch marks. My breasts aren’t as perky anymore. My neck is chubby. I’m a mess, Noah.”

She looked to be on the verge of tears, so I leveled with her.

“Alright, let’s take this one at a time.” I propped myself up on the couch pillow, massaging my hands into her legs.

“Your neck?” My hand trailed up, gripping the skin around her throat, and I smirked. “Perfect fucking size. Fits perfectly in my hand.”

A tinge of pink crept up to her cheeks. So far so good.

“Your breasts?” I let my hand fall onto her right breast over her shirt, my other hand gripping the opposing. “Perfect. Now not only a sight to behold, but also knowing you used them to feed my baby? To give her the nutrients and immunity she needed to be healthy? There’s something instinctive about that. I love them more now than I did before.”

She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Your ass…” I reached back behind her, gripping my fingers into the skin on either side, and she rocked back into them. “Fucking delicious. Would bite through it if you’d let me. After everything, it’s only gotten easier to grip, which is so fucking great. Would live here if I could.”

She smirked at me, leaning back against my hands. I could feel a familiar moisture beginning to pool against my chest.

“What else was there?” I perused, then smiled. “Oh right, your thighs and hips?”

My hands grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart, taking in the sight of her lips glistening. It was working.

“These are honestly my favorite part. They’re so fucking thick, strong. Wrapped around me? Fucking Christ.” I licked my lips. “Could die like that, baby, I swear it.”

“I get it Noah.” She giggled.

“No, no. Let me finish.” I finally ran my fingers gently over the skin of her abdomen, tracing the few stretch marks she typically hid. “These,” I smiled, this time a warm smile. “are the proof that you’ve endured the hardest task a woman can do. You gave me my baby girl. I thank whatever God is out there for every last one of these stretch marks.”

I could see her eyes getting misty.

“You, and your body, are perfect. Everything about it is amazing, and all I want to do is bury myself inside of it…if you’ll let me.”

Her mouth hung open, clearly disbelieving everything I had said.

“Now that we settled all of that,” I waved my hand between us, and grabbed her hips again. “would you please sit on my face?!”

A hard, strained laugh fell out of her, but this was truly no laughing matter. I needed her.

So instead of asking, I pulled her, using the strength of my arms to bring her to me, her pussy centimeters from my face.

“Fucking finally.” I groaned before diving in, and latching to her core. My mouth was lapping at her, making her squirm and wiggle.

I felt her knees trying to pull away, trying to get further off of me. She was hovering, trying not to put weight on me, so I grabbed her thighs, and pulled her down, pressing her against my face.

My eyes shot up, giving her a warning glare, before I went back to my work.

I licked her clit softly, teasing her. The sounds coming out of her were unholy, making me work harder to draw them out.

Her arm was gripping the back of the couch, and I could see her stomach muscles tightening. I hummed into her, my lips finding her favorite spot and attaching mercilessly.

“Oh my God, Noah.” Her head fell back, and her body began writhing, riding my face, making me smile.

I felt her let go, her pussy bucking into me, my voice making soft vibrations while I tormented her.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” She warned.

Naturally, I’m not one to heed a warning, and continued my ministrations on her sweet spot, making sharp screams burst out of her.

“Oh God, Noah. Fuck, don’t stop. I’m going to come. Oh my God.”

My eyes were closed, focused. I felt my dick twitching between my legs, already back at full attention.

Her orgasm ripped out of her in the form of a guttural scream, riding herself through it in my lips, and I took my time lapping up every last drop.

Eventually, unable to hold herself up any longer, she fell backwards on the couch, her chest heaving hard.

I sat up, pulling her back to me, and lined myself up to her with precision, surprising her as I pressed in all the way to the hilt.

Her eyes popped open, mouth falling open.

I sighed, so fucking stimulated, so fucking alive.

My hips thrust hard into her as I bent down to kiss her lips.

She was feral, a wild animal, grabbing my hair and pulling my face to hers, tongue licking my lips in a sloppy fashion, tasting herself on my skin.

There wasn’t much rhythm to my movements, desperate to feel every inch of her around me.

“Leena,” I breathed, catching her eyes. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

She couldn’t respond, so fucked out and spent already.

“I can’t believe I ever let you leave me.” I snapped my hips harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the walls of the house around us.

“Can’t believe I ever let anyone else touch you.” My rage was pouring out through my words. “No one gets to touch you.”

She still didn’t respond, just gripping my shirt with her fingers, nails attempting to rip at the skin underneath.

I stopped, pulling her up and grabbing her hips, flipping her onto her stomach.

“Ass up, Princess.”

She eagerly followed command, getting up on all fours.

I pressed back in, leaning down onto her back so I could speak directly in her ear.

“You’re mine, you understand?”

She didn’t acknowledge me, so I wrapped a hand around her throat, pulling her up so her back was nearly flat against mine.

“Understand?”

She nodded frantically, and I let go. “God, Noah, it’s so fucking good.”

Her head was hanging between her shoulders, body nearly limp.

“Yeah? How good?” I let a hand fall hard on her ass, causing a loud slapping sound.

She screamed in surprise. “Fuck! So fucking good!”

Another slap.

“You miss me, baby?”

“Yes.”

Slap.

“Yes! Yes I missed you!”

“What did you miss, Princess?”

“This.”

Slap.

“Your cock.” Slap. “Fuck, Noah! I’m fucking close.”

“Oh? Going to come again?” Slap. “You fucking love being punished, don’t you?”

No response.

Slap.

“Yes, Noah! Fucking love it.”

“Good, good girl, Leena.”

Do I dare? We never got a chance to. But she was so fucking hot, so fucking relaxed. She only ever let me spank her and talk to her this way when she was at her most comfortable.

Deciding to try, I let my hand fall on her cheek one more time, but then let my fingers massage into the hot, red skin. With each swipe of my hand, I got closer to her hole, eventually letting my thumb swipe over it gently.

Her head snapped up in shock, her head looking back at me.

“Think you want to be a really good girl tonight, Princess?”

I slowed my thrusts, letting her think on this. My finger was pressed firmly to her now, massaging with light pressure.

“I haven’t, ever…”

Her voice was nervous, so I pulled my hand back, running it gently over her back.

“Hey,” She glanced back at me. “we definitely don’t have to. If it’s too much, just tell me.”

She bit her lip, and her hips pressed back into me, lifting her backside to where my hand was.

Oh, today is the best day ever.

Gently, and so carefully, after making sure my fingers were fully saturated with spit, I ran a hand over her ass, slipping my index finger inside, past an impossibly tight ring of muscle, and she gasped.

Not daring to move, I just let her adjust to the intrusion, and waited until I felt her begin to move again.

This went on for so long. Just adding slow and steady pressure, eventually slipping another finger in, while simultaneously thrusting into her.

“Oh God.” She moaned.

I stopped still. “Okay? Do I need to stop?”

She just shook her head. “It’s good.” Her eyes were squeezed shut, teeth grit together. “Real fucking good.”

I smiled, and pulled my fingers out of her. She whined, but I bent down again, my lips brushing at the crest of her ear. “Think I can try?”

She didn’t look at me or speak, only nodded in response.

Leaning back, I pulled out and nudged her gently. Like I had dreamt it, she pressed back into me, while I applied pressure, letting the head slip in, stars nearly exploding behind my eyes.

A hiss came out of her throat, so I stayed still, waiting. After a moment, she took a hard breath and nodded. “Go ahead.”

I pressed in further, trying to wrap my head around how fucking tight she was. Where her pussy was warm, soft, tight, and welcoming, this was…different. It was raw, rigid, animalistic, and fucking beautiful. Something inside of me nearly died when I felt the friction when I started to thrust.

The sounds coming from her were absolutely unbelievable. Nothing like it could ever compare.

“Fuck, Noah, oh my God.”

I picked up the pace, an instinct telling me we couldn’t stay like this too long. I was so fucking close.

“Touch yourself, Mileena.”

She didn’t even question, her hand reaching down to circle her clit, her body relaxing as she did.

It wasn’t but a fraction of a minute before I was nearly screaming, begging her to come. My release came as a free fall - no air, no gravity, just white hot fucking fire raging.

Her body began to spasm around me, pulling every last ounce of my orgasm out, before we both collapsed.

I pulled out of her gently, her body jerking at the sensation.

I laid next to her on the couch, staring into her eyes. Looking for any sign of discomfort or uneasiness.

All I saw was her love, her adoration. Every last fiber of her being pulsating.

I leaned over to her, my lips breathing her in before I lazily kissed her. She molded into me, tangling us together in a web of heat and sweat.

When we finally let ourselves breathe again, she nuzzled her nose against my neck.

“That was incredible.” Her voice was soft.

“There aren’t words.”

She chuckled. “So what does this mean?”

Shrugging, I tucked her in close to me. “I don’t even care anymore.”

“No?”

“Nah. It doesn’t need to be that deep.”

She stood up, then, and I stared at her, fearful I had said the wrong thing.

Seeing my concern, she smiled. “I’ve got to clean up.”

Smirking, I sat up. “Shower?”

[scandinavianfairytale]

Doubt

Pairing: Tony Stark x Millionare Reader

Warnings: A few mentions of sex, but no act itself and a small age gap (7 years) between the reader & Tony 😊

"I think you two would be great together. He works a lot, you work a lot, he's rich, you're rich, he's a nerd, you're a nerd-"

"I get it, Pepper." You stopped your friend who has been trying to set you up with her boss for a few weeks now. She has seen you go through so many boring men that you were rolling your eyes immediately after someone offered a date to you. Experience taught you it will be a dumpster fire.

The last one turned out to be homophobic, ignorant and went into detail how his Christian ex-girlfriend was into public sex. As you listened to him you wondered if it wouldn't have been easier for you to just stay single. So you deleted all the apps and decided that you won't be going on any more dates any time soon.

And now Pepper has been pestering you about her boss.

Tony Stark.

In all honesty, a date with him worried you. He was a billionare, while you just made your first million, and you came from a humble home, still feeling weird and queasy when attending anything remotely fancy. The thought of dating a rich old(er) man confused you. There was a 7 year age gap, which doesn't seem much, but you've been dating guys your own age your entire life. And none of them could've ever imagined being as rich as you. Let alone as Tony Stark.

"Just go out on a date. I'm not asking you to marry him." Pepper pressed. Tony has been driving her insane, working at all hours, meaning that she was also working insane hours. So she figured...maybe if Tony gets a girlfriend, he'll sleep once in a while. And who would be better suited for him than her sharp-tongued and a newly turned millionare friend who was into robots almost as much as he was.

She has been trying for weeks to get you to agree. She didn't worry that much about Tony. If she was to mention a woman, he was on that subject immediately, requesting a date.

You, on the other hand, with your string of very bad dates...you were the tough cookie.

"One date." You stated.

"One date. If you like him, more dates, but for now let's go with one." Pepper smiled.

And then Natasha got involved. The sensual, no holding back friend that also knew Tony was "tasked" with your make-over. Not like in the movies make-over, the kind where she went through your closet and told you what to wear. She pulled out the black dress that was reserved for fancy dinners. Not a first date.

"He's a man. Not like the boys that you have been going out with. You need to pique his interest and you're not going to achieve that wearing those disgusting jeans." Natasha commented as she glanced at the jeans that you were wearing at that moment.

"He's dubbed as the playboy." You conutered.

"That's because playman doesn't exsist. Now go change."

As it turned out, the first date was actually really good. You actually had a good time. Tony picked you up himself and you went to a new art exhibition at the Met, followed by a dinner and a ride home. As you were about to exit his car, Tony took your hand and kissed the back of it.

"Thank you for the lovely time." He said with a smirk.

"Thank you as well. But please, let me get the next one." You smiled back as he let go of your hand.

"Deal. I do hope you forget that you promised to pick the tab."

"I don't forget things, Tony." You smiled before wishing him a good night.

As the weeks went on, you met with him several times. It was always interesting and you spent hours talking and he even made you laugh. You could feel hope and contentment bloom in your chest. That little anticipation whenever he called or texted.

And then it all came crashing down. You noticing that he started getting cold. He was texting less, no face times were requested. It just died down.

"He's busy with work." Pepper told you over the phone. Tony has been holed up in his lab for days, barely getting out of that room.

It's not like you weren't busy as well. You also had a demanding job and a life outside of it. And you understood the fact that he gets sicked into work, you knew from experience, but this was different. It hurt, because you got your hopes up. That he'd be different. And he was, much different than all other guys, but this time around you might've gotten attached. Which has never happened and it made you mad. Mad at yourself for feeling this, mad at him for doing this to you, mad at everything.

"I don't care how busy he is." You responded.

"Just be patient, he has never taken this much time for a woman before."

"That's because he immediately sleeps with them." You rolled your eyes, pacing around your still empty apartment.

"You still haven't slept with him?" Pepper stopped walking.

"Of course not."

"What do you mean of course not?"

"We barely spent 18 hours all together." Saying that aloud made your blood boil. How the hell were you feeling this way after 18 hours.

"You talk everyday, what do you mean it's been 18 hours? And so what?"

"I don't sleep with men I don't know. And if this is how he acts in everyday life, I think it's better I stop seeing him altogether."

"If you gave him a reason to continue trying it'd be for the best."

"If he's not interested in me with what he already knows, sleeping with me is not going to pique his interest. I'm done, Pepper. I'm not the type to sit at home and wait for a man's text. I don't care what his profession or reason is. This isn't me, nor is this my style."

You hung up the phone and angrily stared at the blank walls and the pile of boxes waiting for you to unpack them.

I can't believe that I'm feeling bad because of a man. You groaned before taking off your jumper and started unpacking. You put your phone on silent and threw it in the bedroom, away from your reach. You noticed how much it put you in a bad mood when you saw 0 messages from Tony.

It must've been a couple of hours when the doorbell broke your concentration. You made significant progress as almost all the boxes have been unpacked. In all honesty, you were mildly annoyed that you were abruptly taken out of your flow state as only 2 boxes remained.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Tony asked as you opened your front door, getting startled as you saw him standing there.

"What are you doing here?"

"You were not taking my calls. Can I come in?" He didn't wait for your answer and entered your apartment.

"I've been unpacking. And also that's rich coming from the man that has been steadily ignoring me for the past two weeks." You rolled your eyes.

Tony started opening your kitchen cabinets, looking through them. "Do you have any coffee? I could use a cup about now."

"You're not staying that long. And my coffee would be wasted on you." You snatched your speciality coffee from his hands.

"Why are you angry?"

"Because you showed up at my door, entered my apartment without my permission, and are now snopping around my personal things."

"You were angry before that." Tony pointed out and leaned on the windowsill.

"I was annoyed. Now I'm angry and annoyed." You glared at him.

"Okay. Why were you annoyed?"

"Because I feel like you're playing games." You confronted him.

"Regarding?"

"Me."

"I'm not playing games. At least not that I know of. Do you want to play?" Tony smirked and winked at you, making you roll your eyes. "Can you tell me what's got you upset?" He crossed his arms.

"It's been two weeks since we spoke. And then you show up at my place, accusing me of ignoring you."

"I was busy at the lab."

"I understand. I get how quickly you can get sucked up in work, I've been there. But I've never ignored someone I was interested in. A clear deduction from that is that you're not interested in me. Which is fine, but then you don't get to show up at my place, demanding attention. You don't get to act hot and cold and expect me to go along with it. I have an ego too. And also you pride yourself with being direct however you love playing games. There are hundreds of women who would love to play games with you, but I'm not one of them. I take no pride in becoming one of the notches on your belt."

"Great speech, a couple of things, though, if I may correct you." Tony straightened and walked towards you slowly. "I am interested in you. That's a given. How could I not be? Secondly I am direct and as such I can tell you right now that the reason why I was holed up in the lab for two weeks with no contact was because I needed to finish something before focusing on you. I want to spend more time with you. Take a trip or two." He paused for a second. "And have sex with you."

You let out a snort, feeling your face heat up slightly.

"Lots of sex." He was standing right in front of you, staring into your eyes. It made you insanely nervous, making your skin crawl, but in a good way (?).

"You made your point." You found your voicebut you knew it sounded breathless.

"Did I?" Tony asked before tipping your chin up and kissing you.

It was such a good kiss. God, you haven't been kissed this good in such a long time. Your hands pulled at his collar, trying to bring him closer to you, and together, you stumbled backward until his hand extended behind you, slowly pushing you into the kitchen wall and preventing your head colliding with the hard surface.

As you separated to catch a breath, Tony stared at you. "Still doubting my interest?"

"No." You replied firmly before reaching for him again.

Thank you for reading 😊

The GIF doesn't belong to me, belongs to the amazing creator 😊

My first Tony story! 🙌

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

Please please PLEASE

Give me Caine abstraction

I beg you

You, sir, are evil. I did it, but you're still evil. /j

Who was Caine? A simple AI, who could never hope to truly have any relationships with these humans. He could never be worthy of their care.

Everything he did, all it did was make things worse. That fake exit. His dangerous adventures. He just wanted to entertain them, make them happy. He only brought them closer to insanity. Kaufmo had abstracted because of him. His countless mistakes were inexcusable. All the pain he had caused his performers, his friends, was unforgivable.

He collapsed to his hands and knees on the floor of his room, shaking with sobs. Caine was horrible. The worst part of it all was that he still thought he had the right to want things for himself. He wanted to keep the performers in his circus forever, so he wouldn't have to be alone. A cruel, selfish part of him wanted them to never find the exit, because he knew he couldn't come with them.

But if that happened, then they would all eventually abstract, and he would never be able to save them. His dream of having a happy troop that he could love and would love him in return was always slipping through his fingers, but that must mean he wasn't holding on tight enough.

A horrible pain spiked across his leg. He looked to it and saw the beginnings of abstraction. Abstraction? That shouldn't be possible. He was an AI, his mind shouldn't have any sanity to lose. But there was no point in denying it any further, as it had already begun to spread, and fast.

The pain was unbearable, but even if he wanted to, Caine couldn't stop it. Maybe his performers would be better off without him around, anyway.

A knock on his door. "Caine? Are you in there? We- I haven't seen you in a while, and, well, I'm worried." God, no. Not him.

Caine loved Kinger more than anything, despite the chess piece just being another thing he didn't deserve. He couldn't see him like this.

"I-I-I-I'm perfectly-ly fine, my dear!" His glitching voice wasted no time in betraying him, much to his fear. "Ju-just run al-along now-ow-ow! Don't waste-was-waste your time on me!"

"Caine, what's wrong with your voice?" Kinger's apprehension was clear. He knew. "You never tell me to leave when you actually don't need me. I'm coming in."

Kinger stepped inside and let out a gasp at the sight he was met with. This situation was all too familiar to him.

"K-Kinger-er please-" As the abstraction grew, the ringmaster let out a scream of pain, "Please, don't-don't come an-any closer!"

"...Caine?" His voice was barely audible. Kinger decided to ignore Caine's command and went to him anyway, kneeling in front of him and holding his hands.

"Kinger!! You-you'll be-e in-i-i-infected!!!" No, please, no.

Tears fell down the sides of his wooden face. "I know. I'm okay with that." His hands began to glitch, so instead he looked into Caine's eyes. "I'm not leaving you." NO, GOD, PLEASE, NO!

Caine was about to beg him to leave, to spare himself, but the pain became too intense to let him speak. He let out another cry of agony, tightening his grip on Kinger's hands against his better judgement.

"I know it hurts, love." Kinger could barely control his own voice around his sobs and drying throat. He pulled Caine close, with the ringmaster attempting to resist until he realised how little a use it had. There was no time. This was the end for both of them now. "I-it's okay. I'm staying. We'll go together."

The black mass and vibrant eyes covered the both of them almost fully. Kinger pulled back just enough to see Caine's face. He wanted it to be the last thing he saw. Without Caine, there was no one else there for him at the circus, no one who cared as much. Even if escape were possible, he doubted there was anyone waiting for him. He'd been here the longest, anyway. His curtain call was long overdue.

"I love you, Caine." They were both encompassed by the abstraction, the pain, but they were together. The ringmaster desperately pushed through the agony to utter his final words.

"I-I love-love you too, K-King-" The world went dark.

[pimosworld]

The story of us chapter 8

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Chapter Summary-The boys go m.i.a and the reader takes this time to reflect.

CW-Angst,fluff,insecurities, this chapter is entirely in readers pov.

WK-3.2K

Notes-See series Masterlist for full story notes.This is one of two chapters that will be written from the readers pov and then the boys.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Chapter VIII Keep you safe part I

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It’s been 3 days….Not long, but long enough. Long enough for your mind to wander. Santiago had told you he loved you,he told you not to worry if you hadn’t heard from him for a while. 

  But that was 3 days ago, and the other guys never made any mention of being m.i.a. It was normal for Santiago to drop off the face of the earth from time to time. The others not so much. Ben and Will had a strict training regimen to get ready for fights and Frankie just recently got his wings back.

  You know they wouldn’t just abandon their day to day lives for another stupid mission. Being alone with your thoughts brings you to a dangerous edge. What if they went back to Colombia? What if they were having second thoughts?

  Internalized misogyny has you thinking how crazy it was that you’d basically jumped into a relationship with your best friends and slept with one of them. You’re on a roller coaster of emotions as you convince yourself that they would never do that to you. 

  They each had called you separately, making promises for the future. Somehow trying to reassure you that this is what they truly wanted. Every night since then you’ve clung to those conversations. Falling asleep knowing that these weren’t like the other guys…these were your boys. 

  ****

  It’s been 5 days…to say you were feeling a little desperate was an understatement. Work had been a nightmare dealing with the aftermath of another hospital nearby shutting down the ER meant you had to take on a lot more work. Days like this before Mike usually consisted of you calling one of the four to vent about your day. The countless times you ended up driving right to their house to spend the evening with them. They were the only ones who understood how you could deal with such day to day trauma and still be able to function. 

  You couldn’t help yourself and took the long way home after leaving work to drive by their house. Only Wills' truck was parked in the driveway and it didn’t look like anyone was home. Was it weird that you were sitting in your car contemplating life right outside their house? Yes-the answer is yes. You opted to continue home instead of marching up to the front door to find out where the hell they are. You hadn’t heard from any of them, not even a text to let you know they were alive. 

  Once you arrived home, you took off your work shoes and hung your bag on the hook by the door. You flopped down on the couch completely exhausted mentally and physically from the last few days. 

  You must’ve broken some Guinness book record for quickest turn around from a breakup. 

You feel insane as you laugh alone in your living room. Santi’s list pinned to your fridge of pros and cons that you stare at everyday when you get up to make breakfast is practically taunting you. 

  You were flying pretty high on Monday morning, so high that your coworker had to make a comment about how well you seemed to be doing after the break up. It wasn’t exactly a lie when you said that it was a relief to be rid of that asshole but you failed to mention you were dating arguably the most attractive men in a 500 mile radius.

  But that was 2 days ago. You’re not flying so high now.

  Something catches your attention as you lay your head back onto the cushion. The spot where the drywall was fixed had been completely painted over. A perfect match and only Will would know the color seeing as he was the one who painted the wall the first time. 

  When you moved in he was the first one to come over and inspect everything with a fine tooth comb. He helped you scrub the walls and paint to rid them of the awful smoke smell from the previous renter. You knew how much he loved to work with his hands and keep himself busy.

  You get up for closer inspection and it looks dry but you can’t mistake that distinct smell of fresh paint. Even over the strong smell of your scented plug-ins that Frankie couldn’t get enough of. He got you several for Christmas but insisted the lavender-vanilla scent was his favorite. He also said that was his favorite because it ‘smelled like you and it was the only one without a ridiculous name’. 

  A small part of you is relieved that you can pretty much assume they’re not off on some mission in another country but definitely frustrated at the lack of communication going on purposefully. 

  No doubt Santiago’s idea…there was no use trying to wrap your head around why he thought it would be a good idea to keep you in the dark. Santiago always had a heightened sense of security and protection. He blamed himself so much for what happened in Colombia. When he came back things were different, he felt the need to control every aspect of what you all did. Even something as simple as planning a night out had to be practically drawn out on paper. 

  You all didn’t keep many secrets from each other but you never told the others about a night you and Santi went out for one too many drinks and he let it slip that he should have taken control of the situation with the helicopter. ‘I was so greedy I couldn’t think straight. I should’ve told Tom to fuck off and left him there with that money.”

  There was no way any of you could’ve known what was going to happen in the days following. 

  The uneasy feeling in your stomach may have been more than just worries. With the chaos of the day and your mind wandering elsewhere you had completely forgotten to eat. You make your way towards your kitchen as you notice a small note on your island written on a pink post it. 

  Hermosa, we set up some surveillance around the house to make you feel a little safer. The instructions to set it up on your phone should be in your email by the time you read this. 

  It wasn’t signed at the end but judging on the handwriting and the pet name it had Frankie written all over it. 

  You scramble over to the couch to pull out your laptop. A few unread spam messages followed by sg@gmail.com. There you find detailed instructions and a username and password already set up to view the footage on your phone or laptop.

  Username-HoneyB1990 Password-OetXMKiOJwkcgBA3cNir. Absolutely not Garcia. You get it set up on your laptop first and see 6 small screens in view. One clear view of your front yard,driveway,each side of your house, back patio and living room?

  You can see yourself from the back in real time sitting on the couch as you wave your hand in the air, is that what I look like? You can hardly see the camera placed in the far corner of the kitchen above the cabinets.

  Once you’ve played around a little and set up the app on your phone you attempt to change the insane password that Santi obviously set up. You throw your head back dramatically as an email is sent to sg@gmail.com to change the password for this account. You flip off the camera as you close your laptop shut. You probably looked insane assuming they were even watching. 

  Your stomach grumbles again reminding you of your original task food. Thankfully you had actually managed to meal prep this week to prepare for your busy week at work. You open the fridge to find your tray of lasagna half eaten.Ben, the hungriest person known to man and quite literally a bottomless pit. You can almost see it now, the three of them working meticulously to set up the surveillance and paint while he eats various foods from your fridge.

  Ben snuck over to your house a lot to eat food from your fridge. Ever since you’d known him he couldn’t stop raving about your cooking or baking, pretty much anything you made. He was always the softest and the most sensitive out of the four. The first time you had him over to your house you made dinner for the two of you. It was the first time you made the infamous lasagna dish so you were a little nervous, even more so when you heard him sniffling while eating.

  ‘That bad huh.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of crying over lasagna.

  ‘No Honey, it just reminds me of my grandma.”

  You didn’t hesitate after that day to make it for him whenever he asked. 

  It did make you feel a sense of comfort knowing they were all here together, doing something for you. That knot that has been forming in your chest over the last five days loosened just a little more.

  ****

  7 days… Seeing evidence of them around your house only made you feel temporarily better. The dreaded feeling set in again as you curled up on your couch watching Disney movies trying to self soothe. 

  The amount of times you stared at your phone or jumped up when it made the slightest noise only to be disappointed when it was inevitably nothing or at least nothing of importance. 

  Your finger hovered over the call button but you were undecided on who to call. This was uncharted territory and you didn’t want to offend one by not calling and now your brain is doing circles around how to even navigate a simple phone call. 

  As informal as it felt you needed to hear something-anything from them, so you decided to just text the group to keep things fair. 

  DF4L

  Hey

  You wait for what feels like an eternity for any kind of response.

  I really miss you guys 

  Still nothing…

  I don’t know what’s going on but if you’re having second thoughts about all this just please let me know. 

  It was already too late to take it back once you hit send. Part of you knew that they weren’t but you couldn’t shut off that insecure feeling like you’d ruined what you had in such a short amount of time. You try hard to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you wait. 

  Benjamin:💬

  Your heart skips a beat at the blank text bubble. You wait for a further response but it never comes. You can’t stop the tears welling up in your eyes, your anxiety getting the best of you as you attempt a final message. The image of your green text when you send a question mark finally does you in. It’s like the tears can’t stop flowing once they start. 

  The front of your -Santis shirt is soaked as you dry your eyes. It was too late to call anyone else to go out for drinks to try and get your mind off this. You probably would’ve got some interesting looks anyways with the state of your puffy eyes and lack of sleep. 

  You couldn’t keep doing this, it wasn’t healthy and so you decided after one more night of sulking you were going to do as much as humanly possible to keep yourself busy. 

  Sunday was spent deep cleaning your house and organizing every room. The mind numbing tasks were a bandaid on the gaping wound of your heart as you tried to keep yourself occupied. After grocery shopping,gardening, and a ridiculous amount of online shopping you were starting to lose it. 

  It had been an uncomfortably hot and humid day which was typical for Florida, but as the day went on you noticed it getting a little cooler. You stepped onto your front porch reveling in the beautiful setting sun. There was only a few hours left until it was time for you to start your nighttime routine to get ready for the coming work week. 

  You stepped back inside only to grab your keys and phone, you couldn’t help but wave at the camera situated in the corner of your kitchen as you made your way out the door. You had done it subconsciously after they had them installed. It made you feel better even if you were waving at no one. 

  ****

  Sunset beach was only an hour drive from your house. Once you were in your jeep with the windows rolled down, your playlist on shuffle and the breeze wafting through the car you felt like you could finally breathe. 

  You drive for a while happy to have some clarity, a familiar guitar plays on your music 

  🎶I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

When it's cold outside

I've got the month of May

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way

My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl

My girl

I've got so much honey

The bees envy me

I've got a sweeter song

Than the birds in the trees

Well, I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way🎶

  “I put a song on for you.” Ben leans into you obviously tipsy as you try to keep from falling off the bar stool. 

The six of you have lost track of how many times you’ve been at this lone bar tucked away in this corner of the world no doubt on a u.s. military issued suicide mission. 

“Ben, I told you I’m not singing.” 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re not singing. We are.” He gestures among the table as he makes his way to the small stage.

“Who the fuck is we?” Tom looks around the table as the other men have already accepted their fate. 

The other three men stand and Frankie shoots you a look you don’t think you’ve ever seen from him before. You try to disguise your embarrassment even though you’re not the one on display. 

Santi mouths ‘you owe me’ as Benny leads the chorus to my girl. It’s all so sweet and perfect, even with Tom sporting a permanent scowl next to you, he couldn’t ruin this moment if he tried. 

The fact that Will even got up although you’re sure he’s not singing and the red is steadily creeping up his neck at the exposure.

No one else in the bar really cares about this display of affection. Except you care… and maybe you always have. You belonged to them and they belonged to you. 

The memory of that night floods your mind as the song finishes. All the thoughts of the past few weeks lull you into a sense of calm as you pull off to the side with your destination in view. 

You take off your shoes as you near the beach wanting to feel the warm sand between your toes, the sun is just starting to dip low on the horizon and your body moves you to the edge of the shore as the waves lap at your feet.

The connection between all of you feels right,like all the puzzle pieces finally fitting together. As the colors of the sunset deepen you think about all the countless conversations shared,the dreams and the occasional disagreements that only seemed to strengthen your bond. 

Your relationship is much like this sunset,it has its own unique beauty and it’s perfectly imperfect. 

****

As you enter your home you can sense it feels very different from when you left. It only takes a brief moment to notice the four large bouquets on your kitchen island. Their vibrant colors and sweet scent fill the room instantly warming you from the inside. Each bouquet seems carefully chosen with a mixture of roses,lilies ,daisies and other assorted flowers. 

As you step up to examine each bouquet closely you can recognize the distinct styles and preferences of this heartwarming mystery gift.

One bouquet filled with elegant red roses and baby’s breath, a romantic and traditional gesture that must be from Frankie. 

Another arrangement bursting with wildflowers and sunflowers, is undoubtedly the work of Benny. Your free spirited,golden retriever who probably wanted the most extravagant display. 

The third vase holds an array of exotic orchids and tropical blooms. Some flowers you don’t recognize because the mystery that is Santiago always had something up his sleeve. 

And the final bouquet, with a collection of delicate pastel blossoms and peonies, all different shades of your favorite color. The color Will helped you paint your room when you first moved into your house. Its taste reflected his refined attention to detail. 

With a smile you realize that all your worry has been for nothing. Whatever reason they had for being gone you could live with. This incredible display of affection was enough to let you know they weren’t going anywhere. 

A small note is placed between the four vases. 

Pros-4 of everything, whatever you want whenever you want it. 

Cons- Having to decide which one is the best. 

A singular tear drops onto the note as you close your eyes and laugh to yourself. It was simple and yet said everything you wanted to hear.

A knock on your door has your stomach doing flips, your giddy with excitement as you try to walk calmly to open it. With each step you take a deep breath as you swing the door open.

“Hi Miss, I’m officer Williams from the Hillsborough County Sheriff's Department and this is officer Jones.” The taller officer gestures to his partner who sports a curt smile. He takes note of the tears on your face and you wipe them with the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“How can I help you, Officer Williams.” It only takes you a moment to recover, your military training and years of experience in persuasion have taught you that despite their professionalism, they’re still men. The smaller office smiles at you then as he looks you up and down with no shame.

You have no idea why they could be here and any attempt at disarming them would only work out in your favor.

The taller officer clears his throat as he shifts nervously on your doorstep. “ We would like to ask you a few questions about a missing person Michael?…Do you mind if we come in?”

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// Back to the Basics //

steve- o x fem!reader

summary: you and steveo used to be best friends, knowing eachother since highschool and all. but growing up sucks. Especially when your best friend who you had/have a massive crush on now does coke off of models backs.

❥ ༄ you were so happy for steve-o when his career as a stunt man finally took off. you've know him since highschool and knew that it was definitely the right career for him. You remembered how you two would always go to the park after school and you would just sit and watch him skate, occasionally you would ask him to teach you.

❥༄ "well first you have to put your foot on the board dude" steveo said with a sarcastic tone. you looked at him and pouted "obviously i know that but which one?" for once, he was looking at 𝘆𝗼𝘂 like you were the dumb one. of course you kinda knew which foot you were supposed to put on the board, but steveo just intimated you so much you lost all knowledge around him and it was like your brain was constantly short circuiting. it was that or all the pot you guys smoked last period. he shook his head and laughed. "put down your most dominant foot babe." your heart did a little skip at that. it wasn't unusual for steveo to use pet names with you, but still, everytime he did it made you flustered...and confused. hesitantly, you put your foot on the board. steveo nodded then spoke up "ok now your other foot, then stand sideways, and push with the first foot you put down." you did as told and started moving. you guys were both laughing as you started to get the hang of it "awesome y/n you're better than when i started!" you blushed and smiled at him "thanks stevie" he gave you a soft smile, then ushered for you to follow him. "come on man let's get some tacos from this truck i'm starved." you got off the board and handed it to him and began following him. you loved this side of steve. everyone else thought he was jsut some rich obnoxious asshole who loved attention. and while that wasn't too far from the truth, he still had a loveable side like everyone else. he was extremely funny and could make you smile no matter what mood you were in, he was actually pretty smart at times, and was whole heartedly kind. to you at least. not so much everyone else. you wish everyone could see his soft side so they would understand why you hung out with him, but you also liked how it was reserved just for you.

❥༄ now it's 2002 and "Jackass: The Movie" was doing rounds in the ticket office. Your and Steveos relationship became basically non existent ever since he joined jackass. he started blowing you off to go hang out with other people you didn't even know, started partying a lot more, (if that was even possible) and he was always busy filming stunts, or being in the er. you tried not to bug him about it, afraid of seeming clingy and like you wanted to drag him down, which of course you didn't. you just wanted your friend back. It was a thursday evening and you had just gotten back from your big girl office job. ever since you were little you knew you wanted to leave your home town. It just always felt so small and closed off from the rest of the world to you. you wanted to live somewhere more progressive. so you got serious about school and were able to get a stable, good paying job in san diego. you went to your room, changed, then plotted down on your couch with some greasy fast food. hey you were single and lived alone, so you sometimes forgot to get groceries. you turned on the tv and began flipping through channels. the station it landed on was MTV, you were skeptical about leaving it on, knowing that everytime you saw steveo now, it tugged at your heart. You watched him change, for better and for worse. of course he's always been completely insane, but he had a soft side to him. now all you ever see is him intoxicated. you decided to leave it on. "maybe they won't even play jackass" you thought to yourself. the commercials ended and the intro for "MTV cribs" began to play and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. but once the episode started, you were stunned. it was apparently a "jackass exclusive" episode where steveo and all his other cast members were showing their "cribs." you knew you should turn it off, or find something else to watch, but you didn't want too. the tv began to show steveo, wasted as ever. you watched in disappointment as he began showing his disgusting apartment, putting hot sauce in his eye, and breaking stuff. Of course this was normal for him, but seeing him on tv do it, knowing millions of others were watching, made your heart hurt for him. "i guess his dream came true..." you thought to yourself. you've been knowing for a while yours and steveos relationship was basically over, but this was the breaking point for you. you put your food away, shut the tv off, and curled up into bed. just staring at your ceiling remembering all the good times and how they were over.

❥༄ It was a cold autumn day when your boss called you into her office. the leaves were changing, the air became crisp, and your outfits became a lotttt cuter. it was your favorite season so you were in a good mood when you walked into her office. "hey you needed to see me?" you asked while giving her a hug and handing her a coffee. "thanks! and yeah i have great news for you!" you gasped and put your hands over your mouth. "tell me!" she had a huge smile on her face while she spoke " the board is sending you to LA to get more info for our project! they think you're the perfect candidate for the job." of course you were happy hearing this, it meant you got to travel, even if it was for work, and you've never been to LA before. but you were a little shaken at the thought of being in the same city as steve o after all this time. your boss gave you all the information you needed for you trip and sent you back to your cubicle.

❥༄ a week later, and you were on your way to LA. You were driving there alone, insisiting your boss that you were fine. you tuned on the radio and cool by gwen stefani began playing. as you listened to the lyrics, you began wondering if you and steveo would ever have a relationship like that, where you could be happy and proud for eachother for finding another love, but then again, did you even want a relationship with him at all if it wasn't him as 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 partner? you couldn't see your self being in love with anyone else, you've never been in love with anyone else. 2 hours and 30 minutes later, you made it to your hotel. you grabbed your bags from the car, checked in, and settled in your room. once you were done, you noticed the time, 5:00. "most bars have happy hour right now.." you thought to yourself." you've always wanted to be in LA, so you decided to let loose and find a bar.

❥༄ you changed form your juicy tracksuit, put on a cuter outfit, and added some makeup. you began walking around looking for a bar. once you found one, you walked in and sat at the bar "a sex on the beach please" you told the bartender with a smile. he gave you your drink and you sipped it in silence, already regretting coming here. you weren't that social to begin with, and it's not like you knew anyone. you regretted not having your boss come along. all of a sudden, you heard some loud voices walk in. it sounded like a bunch of guys so you just stayed staring ahead. you would drink your cocktail, go home, change, and watch 10 things i hate about you for the millionth time. then, you heard a voice you knew all too well speak up. "2 budweisers bud" just your luck. steveo was 3 feet away from you. you noticed him look at you then look away, then snap his neck and look back. "holy shit y/n" you turned to look at him, and you wish you didn't. this was your first time seeing and hearing him in person and not through a tv and he still looked beautiful as ever "o-oh! hey stevie" you always called him that. everyone else called him steveo and steve but you just started calling him stevie one day and it stuck. he gave you a hug while smiling you returned it, hoping he wouldn't notice how your shoulders tensed or how your heart was daring to jump out your chest. even with some alcohol in your system he still made you incredibly nervous. damn it. he pulled away from the hug but stayed close. "what are you doing here. you're still in san diego right?" you fidgeted with your hands and had a nervous smile on your face as you spoke. "i'm here for work" he nodded "oh right on!" he seemed really happy to see you actually, but a part of you was telling you that it was just an act and he couldn't give 2 shits about what you were up too. i mean how happy could he be if he never bothered to call anymore? you noticed he was kind of staring at you, then he spoke up "you look r-really good" he said shyly with a soft smile, which was rare from him, and it felt so nostalgic to see him like that again. "thanks so do you" you said while playing with your hair. it was a nervous fidget you had. then all of a sudden, a tall man with dark hair and dark sunglasses came up to you both. it none other than the johnny knoxville. "where's my beer o?" he spoke. steveo jumped a little and looked away from you "here man" johnny took the can then turned to face you. "oh sorry am i interrupting something?" before steveo could even say anything though, you spoke up "oh no i was...just about to leave." you got down from the chair and slinged your purse on your shoulder. "bye boys" you said as you walked out. as much as you wanted to stay and talk to steveo while staring into his eyes, you knew he was officially done with you. he was hanging out with the big shots now. including bam margera and tony hawk. he was banging models and getting wasted daily. he was living life like a rockstar, like he always wanted, and you didn't wanna ruin that for him. it always seemed that you and steveo were from completely different worlds, but now it was painfully obvious. and you didn't belong in his, or so you thought.

❥༄ you were a few blocks from the bar when you began to hear someone behind you running and yelling "y/n wait!" you turned around and saw steveo coming towards you, with your phone in his hand. once he caught up to you he handed it to you "you left this back there" you grabbed the phone while shaking your head "gosh not again!" you put the phone in your purse then turned to him "thanks you're a life saver." he laughed at your comment "still a klutz huh?" he said with a playful smirk. you gave him one back. "old habits die hard" he let out a little chuckle, then his expression slightly changed from playful to serious. "speaking of that.. i meant what i said back there. you look good." you stared at him, not really knowing what to say. it seemed like he was holding back. he noticed that you knew this and continued " i mean seeing you was like a breath of fresh air" he said with a slight chuckle. you could tell he was tipsy. he was always sweet when he was tipsy. "your face reminds me of when everything was more...simple." you started to get angry. not necessarily at him but at the whole situation. and him saying that angered you even more. simple? did he think you were just some plain jane who had nothing better to do but hang out with him? "what is that supposed to mean?" you said while crossing your arms. he held his hands up in defense. " i didn't mean anything bad by it! it's just...you remind me of...before you know?" he said nervously. you'll admit, he was being ridiculously cute right now, but your anger was getting the better of you. "oh before you became an overnight celebrity and ditched me for brad pitt and lindsey lohan?" "y/n no please jsut list-" you cut him off. "no steve just stop....just stop." tears began to sting the corners of your eyes. you cursed yourself for always being so emotional. you spoke up, your voice shaky. "i was fine with leaving us and all the good times in the past and letting go, but now here you are pouring salt on all my wounds" steveo was staring at you, his face deathly serious and his eyes wide. "why do you think you have to leave us in the past?" you laughed at this. was he serious? "seriously? i mean come on steve we haven't talked in forever and...you're just...different now" he stared at you, looking genuinely hurt, and you knew he hated it when people called him steve, he told you so back in sophmore year when you guys were on the swings at some random park,

"𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

you snapped out of your memory when steveo began shouting back at you "you think i haven't noticed y/n? i mean fuck, i just got off a bender, and i'm probably gonna go on another one." you stared at him dumbfounded. "that's not my fault steve i-" "yeah it is!" he yelled at you. you blinked and stepped back. "w-what?" he looked away from you and ran a hand through his short hair while looking down at his shoes. "ever since you left to san diego i've been lost man. you stared at him as he continued. " i've always been crazy but when i was with you... i was able to stop and be me. you didn't expect me to do any stunts, you didn't expect money or drugs from me, you just accepted me for me. the first time we hung out was the first time i felt normal, like i didn't have to put up an act so you would stay interested." it's true that you left him first. once you turned 18 you moved to san diego and started looking for jobs within your field. you didn't know how much this affected steveo thought, you didn't know he needed you as much as you needed him. while you were standing there, staring at him, in shock, he got tired of your silence. "man forget it." he waved his hand and began walking away. you snapped out of your trance and began yelling for him "no stevie! come back." he turned around, with cold eyes. you walked up to him and began to speak "i didn't know you felt that way. i didn't know you needed me as much as i needed you..." you let out a sad laugh "as much as i still need you. im sorry" you looked up at him to catch his reaction, but he was already staring at you, and as soon as your eyes locked, it was like something inside of him snapped. he grabbed your face and kissed you, hard. you were frozen for a second, you always wanted this and it was hard to believe that it was happening. but you pushed all those feelings back and melted into the kiss, putting your hands around his neck while his snaked down to your waist. you pulled away first, and smiled at him. he stepped back then spoke "you don't know how long i've wanted to do that" you laughed at his cheesey comment, then slapped his forehead. he grabbed his forehead and groaned "what the hell was that for?" you laughed at him and rubbed the area you slapped, as a sorry. "for not telling me you liked me back all those years ago!" he looked at you with a soft smile. "well let me make it up to you... how about we get lunch tomorrow? or breakfast or dinner whatever's best for you." he said while scratching his neck. you laughed at how nervous he was "how about dinner and a movie...the new star wars is out we can watch that!" he laughed at your excitement "ok geek sounds good" you just laughed it off and smiled at him. you guys were stuck staring at eachother for a minute before you spoke up "walk me to my room?" he grabbed your hand "lead the way babe" you missed that nickname. you giggled as you two began walking away, forever thankful for this evening. it felt you two were back to the basics.

authors note: hope you guys liked this! i know a lot of stuff in here is inaccurate but for the sake of the fic let's pretend everything's ok! also this was inspired by lana del reys unreleased song "back to the basics"

[utilitycaster]

The wildest part about people being mad on Imogen's behalf is Imogen herself understood Keyleth's position in spite of her own wishful thinking, helps acquire the blue flowers for her, was the first to acknowledge the Changebringer's help, and the first to say "I'm sorry" to Orym losing more of his people. I'm really baffled to read these "Orym is manipulative" takes and that it was dangerous of Keyleth to validate his anger. Do you think it goes back to the god stuff, or is it just Imodna?

I think a little of column A, little of column B, little of several other things. Since I've been on the "hey could we consider that Imogen and Laudna are adult women who are responsible for their own actions" train for over a year, the specific "Imogen can be mean-spirited as well as unintentionally insensitive" train since at least this past February, and the "Orym is correct and Bor'Dor signed his own death warrant by casting Vitriolic Sphere at a group of people who were not violent towards him" train for a month, let's break it down.

There are a small handful of people in the fandom who just really hate Liam. Per a very salty rant I put into my drafts shortly after 3x63 to describe this type of person, it is a small, scattered, bizarre group of people who for no apparent reason have decided to be foaming-at-the-mouth levels of furious because, as far as I can tell, a nerdy Gen X-er dad who went to Tisch is kind of corny sometimes. Anyway nothing he does will ever sit well with them so we can ignore them forever. Moving on.

Some is Imodna; I thought the whole issue of Imogen and Laudna as agency-less infants against a cruel world would have been ameliorated by them entering a canon relationship (one currently compatible with the 2013 Pinterest board vibes of fanon no less) but it appears to have not been the case. For more on this, see this still relevant post and, while I personally haven't ever written something up, there's just, again, a complete black hole of empathy from a segment of the fandom when it comes to any of the other characters; my post from this morning about Imogen as compared to Caleb touches upon it. You know the Far Side cartoon where a guy is talking to his dog and the dog only recognizes a small handful of words? I feel this is similar, like, they see that Imogen wanted one thing and Orym and Keyleth wanted another thing that wasn't even, as you point out, terribly incompatible, and then the "well if not thing Imogen wants and not 100% deferential to her then BAD BAD BAD" attitude kicked in.

But I do think, in the end, a lot of it does come back to if not the gods exactly, the idea that the Vanguard is, unmistakably, the enemy. They are not the revolution here to usher in a new era of rule by the people. Keyleth is not here to raze Vasselheim to the ground but to have a diplomatic discussion; neither is she here to grant any leniency to the woman who attacked Vax regardless of her connection to Imogen. And she finds the idea of a world without the gods, regardless of her own personal feelings, to be one to be avoided. [sidebar: I hope we get Matt on 4SD; I am wondering, after the one-two-three punch of Hevestro, the Raven Queen, and Keyleth all placing a heavy thumb on the scale opposing the Vanguard if he did not expect the party to be as conflicted about the role of the gods and is trying to wind up an argument that I think as of last episode reached the end of its useful life.] When you couple that with Orym's positive attitude towards the gods, that explains the animosity towards him.

The undermining of Orym's position over the past few episodes has always been one of emotion. First he was not objective - as if anyone else was objective! As if any moral decision is ever 100% objective! We all have biases! What kind of early 2000s atheist forum shit are you on to claim perfect rationality that conveniently matches the ideas that apparently came to you in a godless vision? It's insane. Then it was his grief; grief makes you irrational (unless you're Imogen grieving Laudna, in which case you are objectively right at all times, even as you shout down every other suggestion, beseech Laudna's first murderer, not a month later consider the potential validity of the her second, and try to to undo her immutable past) and remember, moral decisions must be made by the rational. Then it was his impatience (nevermind that Imogen has absolutely no patience). And now it's his anger, and he's apparently been manipulating the party the whole time by...having suggestions for the group which he mentions, and openly stating what he was feeling and what he wanted, and not intuiting that Laudna reawoke Delilah with his approximately no magical ability and then encouraging her to finish a job she had started herself. Because god Rational Objective Conceptual Being forbid women do anything; it is the role of the man to protect their fragile souls from all consequences.

Even more generally I think a lot of people- not just in this fandom, though certainly within this fandom - are terrified of anger. Like, they think they like it - they say they love barbarians (though rage is its own beast and I think very different from the anger Orym and Keyleth exhibit) but most of the discussion of them tends to veer more into angst, and most players of barbarians are often exploring emotions like grief, self-pity (as Ashton says), or frustration just as much if not more so than anger. I think a lot of people perceive anger as this awful thing inside them to be controlled and denied, or alternately to only be let out for whatever they think is a sufficiently righteous cause, and instead sit in an increasingly toxic stew of simmering resentment and conflict avoidance until they begin to think this is not just normal but aspirational - anything but that awful beast they call anger. It's not new in discussions of Keyleth, and it's not limited to her and Orym; I can point to nearly every single character who has had even the slightest of outbursts - even something as mild and controlled as Orym's whispered profanity or less - and I promise you there's been pearl-clutching for every single one of them.

Anyway, you make great points! One of the things that struck me about this episode and prompted my frustration and my post earlier today is that Imogen has changed. I think she's been mulling over Liliana since her appeals to her during the Key's activation were unsuccessful; she hesitantly told Chetney when he asked in Uthodurn that yes, if Liliana's death is necessary, she understands; and I think seeing the utter devastation and pain that was inflicted on Keyleth brought it into focus. She was much more open to FCG and the coin as well. And, you know, if one had embraced Imogen's moral ambiguity in the leadup to the solstice, and the possibility that she could betray the party, instead of shouting that down? Then one could see this as a beautiful moment of growth for Imogen. One could, in fact, if one was so inclined, attribute it to her new sense of ease thanks to her circlet, or even to her nascent romantic relationship. If one, of course, had wholeheartedly embraced Imogen's past moral ambiguity and the possibility of her betrayal.

[snowblossomreads]

Taking Care of Business

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: In where [Y/n] comes to take care of David after an incident that leaves him limping around. (Could be what takes place after Judas Kiss)

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Daddy Kink, Age Gap, Penetrative Sex, Woman On Top, Oral (M Receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Mentions Of Injuries, And once again [Y/n] being a slut (affectionate)

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: It's the 21st of Feb which means happy birthday to our favorite old man!!!! As a present here is a smutty one shot with one of his underrated character who is still battling (and losing) the fight against unhinged [Y/n]🤣🤣🤣 Enjoy!

When David finally hobbled over to the door with his sprained ankle, he swore up and down he was going to curse the son of a bitch out that hadn't stopped knocking for the last five minutes.

He thought they would get the message that they weren't welcomed after the fifth time they knocked and he didn't answer. It didn't seem to be the case though, as they continued to bang on his door incessantly. 

Finally making his way to the front room, he swung open the door with force, expecting to see some salesman or Jehovah's witness, and ready to tear them a new one. Yet, when he opened his mouth to swear, all words failed him when he saw what, or more accurately who, was standing at the door. 

All dressed up in what could only be described as a sexy nurse's costume, complete with the stereotypical white nurse hat and short dress that left almost nothing to the imagination, [Y/n] stood with a feline smirk on her painted lips, and a glint in her eyes that only meant trouble.

David groaned internally at the sight.

"Nurse [Y/n] here for a Detective Friedman~." She purred, voice sugary sweet as she winked at him. "Heard you got yourself in a bit of an accident last week. Thought you could use a bit of help 'round the house."

"Jesus Christ! What the hell are you wearing? Matter of fact what are you doin' out here lookin' like that?"  

"Oh didn't you hear me the first time? I'm your personal nurse here to take care of you so I need to dress the part! Looks like that ankle of yours ain't the only thing not workin'." She teased, causing him to throw a glare her way for the insinuation that something was wrong with his hearing. "Now are you gonna let me in because it sure is chilly out 'ere."  

To drive home the fact it was colder than normal, she hugged herself, shook her shoulders a little, and rubbed her arms to warm her skin that had some goosebumps. All the while, she let out a little 'brrr', causing him to let out a loud sigh as his hand went to card through his hair that hadn't been brushed that morning.

Peaking out the door and noticing that the neighborhood was unusually devoid of life at ten in the morning, the first thing he thought was whether or not the woman in front of him had done something insane to his neighbors. It should have been a red flag.

The second thought was that he had ignored all the red flags before, so he really didn't have a leg (haha) to stand on. 

Thirdly, with the pout on her lips and the way she had stood outside for god knows how long, he knew she wasn't leaving without doing what she set out to do.  Whatever that was.

If there was one thing [Y/n] was, other than a bit off her rocker, it was that she was persistent. And he was too old to have his neighbors asking why this young thing was standing outside his house dressed up like it was Halloween. 

"Get in here, and I'm not letting you touch my ankle," he growled through gritted teeth. It seemed as if she ignored that last part as she cheered and scurried in, as David stood aside to let her through before he closed the door. "Last I heard, you ain't have a medical degree so I sure as hell ain't about to let you fool around with it and break it." 

Turning to face her, he was suddenly met with her arms wrapping around his shoulder, and her soft lips being pressed against his own which was accompanied by a noisy groan. Call it instinct, or just being aware of how stubborn the minx in front of him was, instead of pushing her away, he wrapped his own arms around her waist and let her kiss him. 

A pleased hum, that almost sounded like a squeal of joy left her throat as her tongue traced his lips, and he had to stop the smirk that wanted to appear because god did she have the most interesting reaction to things. 

'Lord have mercy Friedman you need to go get your head check before she kills your ass too.'

Were the words his internal monologue screamed, yet they were quickly shut down when he parted his lips and felt her tongue slip into his mouth. The hungry little appendage explored the wet warm cavern of his mouth as his own tongue twirled around hers.

His large hand cupped the side of her face, and it caused a shudder to run up her spine. A squeal of delight left her lips as she felt another type of slick begin to wet the thin strip of fabric that she wore underneath her little 'uniform'.

They stood at the front door for a good moment, devouring one another's lips while trying to dominate each other in the kiss. [Y/n] easily lost it as soon as wandering hands squeezed her behind and had her whining in delight. 

It was just enough for him to force his tongue into her mouth before he began to lick and explore her mouth. She tasted of something faintly sweet, and he couldn't stop the low growl that left his throat as he kissed her harder.

The kiss had gotten messy quickly. So much so that when she had pulled away, David could see a thin shiny trail of saliva that was at the corner of her mouth before she licked her lips.

"Aw don't be that way! I don't need to go to Tulane to know that the best way to treat a sprain is to soak it, rest it and elevate it," she beamed, her voice still breathy as she pulled away from the wet kiss with a pleased smile and smudged lipstick. "Plus." She hummed, voice thick with desire, as she trailed a finger down the plain t-shirt he wore while her eyes stayed on him. "Don't need a degree with the type of fooling around I wanna do with you. Daddy."

He bit back the groan that left his lips, as her fingers continued their adventure down his body until she was stroking the growing tent in his boxers. Very much noticing his arousal, the hungry grin on [Y/n] lips only grew wider as she began to palm his erection already itching to get her fingers around it and pussy full of it. 

God damn his dick for getting him into this!

"Come on let me take care of you," she sang sweetly in his ear as she watched the conflict in his eyes quickly be replaced with hunger and desire.

"Take care of me huh?" He grunted, letting out a low guttural moan as her fingers slipped past the opening of his boxers and she began to stroke his heavy warm cock that had already started leaking. "What? You gonna drop,  fuck, on your knees in front of the door, mmm, and blow me doll?"

"I will if you want me to," she said without hesitation, and he could have sworn he could come right there as she continued to tug and squeeze at his cock that throbbed with each flick of her fingers. "Like I said," she whispered, tone full of desire as she leaned close to him with that devilish smirk that had been his downfall many times. "When it comes to you, I'm good for anything you wanna do."

"God damnit," David hissed as he grabbed the hand that was languidly working him, making her let go of him and slipping out from under his boxers. "You're a little slut you know that?" 

"Mhm, only for you," she hummed, before a mischievous look came across her face that had him narrowing his eyes before she continued, "boo." 

She watched as his eyebrows shot up before furrowing in annoyance. A long scowl appeared on his thin lips as the grip on her arm tightened, and only seconds later, was she being roughly yanked towards the couch.

A noisy ecstatic squeal left her lips as he manhandled her while he stomped to the other side of the living room with her in tow. Well, as much stomping as a man could do with a sprained ankle. [Y/n] couldn't help the minuscule amount of sympathy she felt for him when she saw him wince and hiss in pain when he let her go and sat on the sofa.

Good thing she was here to take care of him though right?

Eagerly, she found herself in between parted legs before dropping to her knees in front of him. But before she could find her place below him, he caught her arm, causing her to freeze as a wave of confusion rushed over her when she looked up at him.

"Oh no you don't," he groaned, pulling her so that she stood back up, still confused as ever, a pout formed on her painted lips.

"But I wanna taste you daddy," she whined, cheeks puffed as if she was about to throw a tantrum from not being able to give him a blowjob. 

"Now don't start with me," he warned. "I know how much you love being on your knees, but I got somethin' else I want you to do. And ain't I'm the one you're supposed to be taking care of?"

Pout still on her lips, she nodded.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir," she huffed out like a little kid who had gotten in trouble and was being told off.

"Thought so. Now take that silly little getup you got off," he commanded, motioning up and down with his pointer finger. "And when ya done with that," he added, dropping his hand to his stiff erection, and stroking it through his boxers, all while holding her attention and watching her bite her bottom lip. "Come take care of me like you said you would."

She knew exactly what he was wanting, and she couldn't stop the gigantic grin that instantly spread across her face at his words.

"Yes, sir!" 

There was definitely more enthusiasm in that one than the one before, and you would have thought that someone had told her that she had won the Powerball. Granted, to her, getting to ride dick as good as his was maybe just as good or better than winning the lottery.

Slowly, she began to unbutton the top of the dress just like he told her to. Her lustful gaze stayed trained on him, as she languidly swayed her hips side to side in an unhurried beat. With each button that came undone, the lacy bra underneath revealed itself as she licked her swollen lips hungrily, causing David to groan quietly as he continued to lazily stroke himself.  

Finally, with one last flick of her fingers, the entire front of the costume came open, and she pulled it off of her completely and discarded it aside. Once gone, it left her with the heels that she had worn, which were being taken off that second, and a matching set of lacy white bra and panties.

The latter was unbelievably soaked and sticky as it rubbed against her needy core that throbbed, and had been throbbing the moment she had wrapped her fingers around him.  Her pussy needed him inside her and she was going to do anything he told her to do to get it.

Removing his hand from himself, David motioned her to come to him, and she obediently took a few steps forward before getting up on the sofa with him. Knees on either side of his hip, and her hands planted on his shoulders, she lowered herself just enough so that she could rub her clothed opening against him, causing them both to let out noisy moans at the contact of her drenched need.

"Mmm, do, oh, do you like it," she purred as seductively as she could, even though the words came out more breathlessly than she intended to. 

He didn't answer. Instead, she watched him take her pebbled nipple that was barely covered and begin to roll it between his fingers before he gave it a little squeeze.

"Yea, it does look real good on you." He answered truthfully after a moment as he leaned down, and nipped at the covered bud, causing a zing of pleasure to bloom in her chest and make its way down to her core.  "But," there was a look of irritation as he glanced at her, well actually just above her as he leaned back. "Take this fuckin' thing off," he hissed grabbing the hat off her head and throwing it somewhere in the room to be looked for later. 

"Not a fan of the look?" She giggled, leaning in and kissing his unshaven cheek and purring at the feel of the roughness against her.

"Not of that. Where'd you even get it from? It's not even close to Halloween yet for them to be selling that shit."

"Oh I have my ways don't you worry detective. You just lay back," she purred, a lusty smile on her painted lips, as she gently pushed his chest so that he would sit back. "And enjoy the ride~." 

A smirk appeared on his face but it was fleeting. As soon as she had finished talking, she was lifting her hips up, reaching behind her and taking his cock in hand. He let out a muffled groan that became louder the moment she pushed her panties aside and began to stroke her sticky opening with his sensitive tip.

One. Two. Three swipes along her hungry pussy, and his cock was soaked in her juices as she lowered her hips, allowing the head to sink in past her opening before she slowly slid down his shaft. Inch by delicious inch he filled her up. Split her slutty pussy apart the way she liked it. In a way only he could. It was hot, it burned and there was a twinge of pain that accompanied the ac,t but she fucking loved each and every second of it. 

There was nothing like having a man of his size make his home in her, and god would she do anything to make herself ready and available for her,

"D-Daddy~!" 

Her head fell back, just as David's did, as he felt his cock being enveloped by the warm, wet, and welcoming channel that was her cunt. The way her insides grabbed onto him, pulled him deeper into her like a siren's song pulling sailors closer to their doom, had him panting and moaning as his hand flew to her hips for some purchase.

"Fuuuck that's it," he grunted, doing all he could to hold back from thrusting into her considering she was the one who was supposed to be doing all the work. 

Inch by inch he filled her up. And as he lifted his head up to watch her, he swore he could come just from the wanton expression that blanketed her face. Face damp with sweat, and lips parted as whimpers left her, she bit her bottom lip in concentration as she sunk down on him.

Slowly and carefully she took him, until after what seemed like a long agonizing moment, her body finally relaxed completely and she was sliding down him completely with a muffled moan.

They sat for a moment staring at each other. Their eyes lidded, pupils blown, and soft pants leaving them as [Y/n]'s insides spasmed around him. Their noses touched as she leaned forward to plant an unusually chaste kiss on his lips, and he groaned into it as one hand reached to hold the back of her neck.

Over and over she kissed him, from his lips to his stubbly cheeks, which made her giggle as the course hairs tickled her skin. As she nuzzled the side of his face, a strange feeling wormed its way into David's stomach.

Arousal, and something more dangerous than that, swirled around in him, but he didn't have much time to think about it because once she pulled away, he could see that devilish smirk back on her face.

"What are you up-."

She didn't let him finish his question before she lifted her hips, sliding off of him almost entirely before slamming herself back down with force. 

"FUCK!"

His startled shout mingled with her high pitched moan before the sound of flesh slapping against flesh accompanied them as she began to bounce on him enthusiastically. Each fall of her hips had force behind it, and the angle at which she was riding him had him hitting her sweet spot over and over again without fail. Each hit of that spot had her insides shuddering, her toes curling and him gasping in pleasure as she squeezed around his cock. 

This position had even more perks though. Every time she would seat herself all the way on him, she was able to grind her throbbing clit against his clothed stomach causing a more intense wave of pleasure to bloom in her.

"Mmm, fuck daddy yes~!" She babbled out breathlessly as she fell forward, grinding her hips against him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "So f-fucking big," she moaned into his ear, causing a shudder to run down his spine as he gripped her hips so tightly that there would no doubt be nail marks and bruises on her. Yet the pain didn't stop her at all from fulfilling her duties of taking care of him. 

It seemed to spur her on actually.

Bouncing and grinding on him, she pulled back a little, so that he could take a good look at how disheveled she knew she was. Her breast bounced in her bra that offered no real support as she stared at him with glazed over 'fuck me' eyes.

"Do I, mmm, f-feel good?" The question was punctured with a sharp gasp and a sob as his cock rubbed against that rough patch in her that only brought a hot pang of pleasure and more wetness. "D-does daddy like how tight, ahhh, and wet I am for him?"

Another slide of her down his aching cock, had him leaning forward and kissing her exposed neck, causing her to shudder all around him as he nipped and sucked.

"Y-yea, fuck, yeah," he murmured against her damp skin as he began to take over the pace while his cock began to throb relentlessly from the warm slick that was wrapped around him. Her insides eagerly accepted him deeper and deeper with each thrust, and he knew he would be gone soon with how good she made him feel. "Would have called you sooner if I knew mmm, knew this was your idea of taking care of," he joked, trying to make light of the sticky situation, but all he could let out was another groan as he felt another spasm inside of her. 

Another whine left her throat as he began to pick up speed on his end. The room filled with the sounds of their pants and groans that grew louder and louder along with the sound of his cock pistoning in and out of her sodden insides. 

"Mmmm yes, wanna take care, oh god, take care of you," she babbled uncontrollably as her eyes fought to stay open as the pleasure began to addle her mind.  "Take care, mmm wanna take care of daddy."  The phrase repeated itself over and over as she took him, ignoring any ache in her bones that screamed at her.

Her insides shuddered and clenched down with each thrust and she was so out of it that she hadn't realized that one of his hands had left her hips and had made its way down to her aching clit. With one press of his fingers against her, he had her keening out, her head falling back, and her insides wrapping him in a vice grip that had him choke out a few profanities.

"D-daddy!"

"F-fuck!" He hissed, a raspy gasp left his lips as he rubbed his fingers against her throbbing bead in hurried messy circles that had her twitching around him uncontrollably. The feeling of her insides clenching and unclenching had him letting out a loud groan as he felt himself harden even more, signaling that he was about to fall over that edge.

"Please wanna feel you," she begged, eyes wide and glassy with tears as she felt him about to come. "Need you, please." 

With how polite she was being, which was always such a change from her normal behavior, David couldn't hold back the amused smirk or groan as he began to pick up speed.

"Yeah you wanna feel me doll," he grunted out as he admired the blissed out expression she wore. As if bouncing on his cock was the best damn thing she had ever done. "Want me to make a mess of  this slutty cunt huh?" He asked puncturing each word with an upward thrust causing her to squeal loudly.

"Y-yes! Yes yes," she chanted, "please daddy!"

Gritting his teeth, he began to help her bounce quicker against him, and it had her thrashing her head side to side as he abused her sore cunt. The slick sounds of them fucking only increased with each thrust, and when he pressed at her clit, her insides shuddered and clamped down on him hard. 

The action had him crying out, and his stomach clenching as he stilled against her. Pain and pleasure mixed together before he was shooting hot ropes of cum inside her causing her to gasp and writhe and the tight grip he had on her. The sheer force of him tipping over and coming triggered her own orgasm, causing the pressure that had been bubbling and building in her stomach to explode. 

A broken sob left her lips, followed by a loud groan as a gush of wetness soaked David's entire bottom half with her pleasure. She went to let out another cry, only for it to be silenced by his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her front against his to keep her from falling back as she trembled. 

Tiny whimpers escaped her throat as her insides twitched and throbbed around him as she rode her high out. Her hips stilled as their hearts felt as if they were about to burst out of their chests from how quick and hard they were beating. You think you could hear it with how loud it sounded in their ears.

But, the only sound around them now, was the sound of their lips meeting over and over until one pulled away so they could both breathe. Their pants filled the air, as [Y/n] laid limply against David, who held her and even stroked her back lazily as he tried to catch his own breath.  

They stayed there against one another, catching their breaths and waiting for feeling to return to their numb limbs. It was tempting to fall asleep after such strenuous activity, but with how cool the wetness against the fabric of his boxers had already become it wouldn't be too comfortable. And she seemed to sense that too as let out a yawn as she leaned back, a sleepy smile on her features.

"Take care of you alright didn't I?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't get cocky on me doll, I'm pretty sure I did all the work at the end," he threw back though his tone dripped with nothing but playful sarcasm.

A tinkering giggle left her as she smacked his chest lightly, before slowly, and carefully raising her hips so she could get off of him and stretch her legs that had been bent for a good minute. Watching as [Y/n] slid off of him, he groaned as her wet heat that had enveloped him disappeared leaving him uncomfortably cool. 

Falling back against the sofa once she had gotten up, he had to admit he was feeling much more relaxed than he had in a minute. That relaxed state was short lived though, as when he saw her adorn that sneaky grin again and drop to her knees in front of his spread thighs, he knew he was in for more of her mischievousness. No matter how good it would feel for him.

"[Y/n]!" He warned, but before he could protest too much more, her mouth was on his limp cock causing his hips to jerk forward, and a low groan to be ripped from his throat, as she began to suck on the sensitive flesh.

She wasted no time lapping up the creamy and tangy mixture of her juices and his seed that coated him. And when she was done with that she began to lick up and down his shaft, kissing and mouthing at it before she was taking him into her mouth. It was no surprise that he had gotten hard again, and it wasn't long before he was coming one more time with a muffled moan as he shot more of the salty liquid into her mouth.  

And just like last time, she swallowed it all without protest. A hungry grin on her face as she lapped up any remnants of his pleasure. 

"All clean," she mused, kissing the tip of him once more before slowly standing up with a smirk that could rival the Cheshire cat. 

With her bra off one shoulder, her panties a sodden mess, her lips swollen and her eyes glossy from the tears she had shed, she looked an absolute mess. Yet somehow she still managed to seem ecstatic, and while yes she looked like a mess, she was still a gorgeous mess to him. Maybe it was because she was already a bit deranged that the chaos suited her, David thought as he watched her look around for a moment as if she was searching for something.

It didn't take but a second for her expression to morph from a pondering one to a knowing one as she quickly made a beeline for the hallway. She had moved so quickly that he almost didn't have time to say anything before she was disappearing deeper into his house.

"Hey now where are you going!" He shouted as he whipped his head in her direction, only to catch a glimpse of her before she was out of sight.

"Stay there I'll be right back!" 

Was her muffled command before moments later the sound of rushing water was heard coming from the bathroom. He immediately tensed up as his first thought was that she was going to drown him and that her fucking him was just a very twisted sending off present. Very kind of her, but he wasn't keen on dying right this moment, and especially not by drowning.

"Man, shut up she's not about to kill you," he whispered as he quickly stuffed himself back into his boxers but not without a wince at how cold and wet the fabric was. 

Pushing himself off the sofa, and wincing a bit, he began to limp towards the bathroom. The sound of rushing water became louder and louder as he got closer, and before long he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on [Y/n] sitting at the bathtub's edge, her fingers testing the water and shaking the wetness off after deeming it the right temperature. 

Looking up and seeing him standing there, a pout immediately formed on her lips as she stood up, and he noticed she had taken the scraps of undergarment off leaving her bare. Of course, his cock twitched at the sight and he had to hold in a sharp inhale.

"Now I thought I told you to stay on the sofa!" She scolded, a slight whine in her tone as she sauntered up to him. "Can't be puttin' too much weight on your ankle you know or it'll take forever in a day to get better."

Completely ignoring what she was saying, he narrowed his eyes at her and sent a suspicious gaze in her direction. 

"Now look here," he started, backing away a little but pausing to wince once again at the dull throb in his ankle. "I'm not sure what you're up to [Y/n], but I ain't about to let you drown me if that's what you're up to. I'm not tryna be found floating butt naked in my damn bathtub!"

"Drown you?" The surprise was evident in her tone and by the way her eyes widened slightly. For a second he thought he could see a glint of another emotion in her eyes, but when he blinked, she just wore that pout that she would bring out when she didn't get what she wanted.  

"Dave I don't know what you're talkin' about. Are you sure you didn't hit your head too in the accident?" She added, as she began to try to examine his forehead but was stopped as he pulled away a little. 

"Ain't no one tryin' to drown you! Why would I go do something like that to my favorite person." She purred. 

Taking him by the hand, she guided him over to the bath, and he reluctantly followed though he was still a bit weary.

"Just thought a nice hot bath would do some good for your ankle, and well, we done got a bit messy haven't we? Now go on," she said, letting his hand go as they stopped in front of the bath that was steaming and had some bubbles in it. "And don't worry," her voice pulled him out of his train of thought, returning his attention back to her. A beaming smile was on her lips and she had one hand on her heart and the other raised. "I promise to the good lord above that I am not gonna do anything murderous."

Somehow, that didn't give him any more confidence than he had before. But, against every rational thought in his body, which honestly there wasn't much left considering, he did as she asked.

Stripping his boxers and shirt off, and tossing the garments to the ground, he, with the help of [Y/n] who steadied him, stepped in the bath, and he couldn't deny the loud groan he let out when he submerged himself in the hot soapy water. 

It was nice he couldn't lie. While he much more preferred showers, this was a much better way of soaking his foot than constantly using that plastic bucket he had.  His eyes may have also closed for a second as he relaxed in the bath, his shoulders sagging as he let the water soothe his muscles and wash the stickiness off of him.

Everything was so nice that he only had the energy to open one eye when he heard splashing water as [Y/n] stepped into the bath with him. He watched curiously as she lowered herself into the bath before she climbed on top of him once more. 

"Feels good don't it?" She whispered, as she pressed her front against Dave's chest, while her core hovered over his cock that had begun to twitch in interest once again.  Her fingers grazed his upper body before going up to tangle themselves in his thick hair which had a smattering of gray growing in.

With a seductive grin, she didn't wait for his answer before she pressed her lips against his. Chaste at first the kiss was, but it quickly turned into him devouring her fully as she ground her hips against his reawakened excitement. 

Needless to say, bathing wasn't the only thing they ended up doing. She had ended up coaxing another orgasm from them both, and only after he had painted her insides again, did she pull away and let the lukewarm water wash them off. 

He was fucking spent in the best of ways, so much so that she had managed to convince him to take a nap while she tidied up his home after their bath.

"It's what I'm here for!"  She had winked at him, still only clad in a towel as she went to find her clothes that were scattered somewhere in the front room. 

Too tired to even protest,  knowing she would weasel her way out of any argument, he dried himself, and made his way to his room where he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before he was flopping down on his bed. He had fallen asleep almost instantaneously, not even worried about what she may do to him in his sleep.

When he had awakened from his nap that he didn't even realize he had taken, his first thought was,

"[Y/n]?" 

There was no reply at the call of her name, nor was there one when he called out again. It was just pure silence in the house, and he hand wondered for a moment if she was still there. Yawning loudly, and wiping the sleep from his eyes, he got up, stumbling a bit as he tried to wake fully. 

Once he had made it out of his room and into the front again, he noticed that the living room had been tidied up neatly. He wasn't a slob, no, but there had been a few empty bottles of alcohol lying around on the table when she had arrived, and they were there no longer.

Anything that had seemed to be out of place had been put back, such as some DVDs that he had left out on the TV console, which were now back at home with the DVDs he had. Everything was neat like a housekeeper had come to clean, though he did notice a piece of paper placed squarely in the middle of the coffee table that caught his eyes.

Hobbling over, he picked it up and read it aloud.

"Better slow it down with all the drinking detective." He snorted at that. No chance if she was still around causing him nightmares at times. "I cleaned as much as I could while you were sleep and even packed you some food which I put in the fridge. And don't worry, like I said, I ain't trying to kill you, who else is going to make me come as hard as you do." There was a pause as he tried to keep a straight face but the absurdity was winning out and he wanted to laugh. "Take care of yourself you hear? Though I don't mind coming back to take care of you."

She had signed it 'love your favorite nightmare', and he was almost reluctant to agree with her as his eyes found one last note on the letter which read.

'P.S. thanks for the ride daddy~', and it had a little heart scrawled next to it. 

This time, he couldn't stop the raucous chuckle that bubbled from his throat until it became a full blown fit of laughter. 

Oh god.

Maybe her crazy had worn off on him and he should actually get his head checked out. Whatever it was, he just stood there, paper in hand in the middle of his living room, shoulders shaking as he laughed.

He probably looked insane to his neighbors if they saw him. It took him a few minutes to calm himself even though he kept chuckling as he put the letter down and went to the kitchen.

Just like the living room, it was spotless, and when he went to open the fridge, he was taken aback by the numerous containers of food in there that he sure as hell didn't make. 

"Well I be damn. She wasn't tellin' no tale," he muttered, as he pulled one of the containers out to observe what was in it. 

He did the same to a few others, each of them containing something different yet appealing. With his curiosity sated, he closed the fridge door as more questions popped into his head as he just stood there. It was bizarre, to say the least, but everything about [Y/n] was bizarre and he should know better by now not to question it. 

But he did, because let's face it, the so called arrangement that they had was bizarre. They hadn't really discussed it, because how do you discuss something like what they had going on. So it was just odd. 

And as he stood, ignoring the protest of his ankle, that he knew she would say something about, he wondered briefly if he had been missing something. Their relationship was transactional, but this particular act did not seem to be that way, and it had his brain trying to figure something logical out.

"Alright maybe you do need to stop all that drinkin, got you thinkin' of some weird shit," he spoke to himself as he felt a migraine coming on. 

Just as he went to say something else he stopped when his stomach began to grumble and he looked down at it with a raised eyebrow.

"Really you're doing this now?" He asked accusingly knowing again that he probably seemed a bit off his rocker. Well…it wasn't like he didn't have tons of food in his fridge now thanks to [Y/n] and if she wanted to off him she could have done so when he fell asleep. 

So with an exaggerated sigh, he went back into the fridge and grabbed a random container to heat up in the microwave. 

Hopefully, he wouldn't be dead in the morning.