#yes she did it that bitch did it to both of you and all of us

[avroravia]

⋆˙⟡ “I LOVE BAD BITCHES, THAT’S MY FUCKIN’ PROBLEM!”

- amar x dallas x isa x cuck! reader

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ʚɞ a/n. it’s finally here, but me and isa sure as hell didn’t write this!! our gorgeous mutual @johnnycadesmuse who is so sexy and cool and the best writer of all time made it! go check her fics out and she’s actually the goat for writing this! i know you horny motherfuckers wanted this and i think i got asks about it daily so here you go! and yes, you get the honour of being in the cuck chair, xoxo! 💋

ʚɞ summary. when dallas and his girlfriends need a little help with a new job, you’re the first person they call.

ʚɞ warnings. smut, p in v, polyamorous relationship, oral (f receiving), recorded sex, squirting, cuck! reader 😭

ʚɞ taglist. @diorgirl444, @r0seb100d, @johnnycadesslut, @twobitsblade, @browneyebby / @isasweetie, @glxsyymads, @mystiqueonfleek007, @beyondbluess, @johnnycadesmuse, @planetscobell, @kahkie, @rhea-is-bored-again! (send an ask or dm to be added! <3)

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the bar was humid. skin sticky and sweaty from the summer heat. the only thing cooling you down was the cold beer bottle that you held loosely in your hand, cold condensation dripping down onto the table.

scanning the bar, you watched for familiar faces and voices, waiting for your friends that had promised to meet you there.

suddenly, you saw them walk in together, all holding one another close. Dallas held his girlfriends hands in his, one on either side as if he were some sort of pimp. Isa stood to his right, her flowey white top and cropped shorts standing out against the sea of leather jackets and blue jeans. Amar stood to his left, her matching black tank top and skirt sitting perfectly against her body. Dally was sporting his usual brown leather jacket and tight jeans that outlined his bulge, leaving nothing to the imagination. all of them went together like pieces of a puzzle, complimenting one another in both beauty and personality.

you waved them over to your table, taking a sip of your beer before standing up to hug both Amar and Isa. "hey guys! I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!" you exclaimed, all 4 of you now sitting together.

to be honest, you weren't surprised that the three of them were still together after 2 years. polyamorous relationships weren't exactly common, and the ones that existed often didn't last long. either one of partners got too jealous or another was singled out. but when they told you that they were all getting together, it made sense. the endless flirting and constant rumours all added up in the end, and you couldn't be more happy for them. "yeah, sorry we've been so busy" Amar smiled as she looked at her partners.

"yeah, we have a new job and we all work together so it's been pretty busy" Isa added, watching as Dally snapped his fingers at one of the waiters to bring them all drinks. his arm was around both of the girls, one of their hands resting somewhere on his body whilst the other rested behind his back with their fingers no doubt intertwined.

"oh yeah? what kind of job?" you asked curiously, making all three of them look at one another.

"that's.. actually what we wanted to talk to you about" Amar told you nervously, as if she were about to break some news that just may ruin your life. "we-" she began, but stopped herself as the waiter placed the drinks on the table. she cleared her throat after the waiter left before continuing. "we've started actually doing film"

"oh cool! like movies?, scripts?..."

"uh.. yeah, movies" Isa chuckled lightly, making Dally smile. Amar slapped both of them lightly, telling them to cut it out. "they're movies but.. we don't mean like hollywood films-" Isa began, smirking.

"they're.. special movies" Dally smiled sinisterly. it took you a moment to understood what they meant, but once you did, it was like something clicked in your brain.

"oooh" you laughed before taking another swig of your beer. "that's why you called me here"

"we know you do photography.. so we figured-" Isa began.

"you could help us film something?" Amar cut Isa off, "you don't have to participate! just-"

"film and enjoy" Dally smirked, shooting back his drink without as much as a flinch. you traced patterns into the condensation on your beer bottle while you thought. it wasn't the fact that they were filming porn that scared you. it was the fact that you would enjoy watching them, and that they knew it as well. it's why they asked you and didn't hire some random photographer. they wanted you in on the action, they wanted a close audience— both physically and emotionally.

you shrugged before taking a final sip of your beer. "sure, why not" you shrugged. the girls faces lit up in a excitement as Dally gave you a satisfied smile.

"that a girl" he chuckled, placing enough money down on the table to cover everyone's drinks including yours. "let's go, there's a motel down the road where we are staying" Dally told you as the three of them got up to leave.

"uh- wait I don't have my camera."

"you don't need it" Isa told you, leaning against Dally with a hand on his chest.

"we already have one for you. it's waiting at the motel" Amar finished, holding Dally's hand. of course you thought to yourself.

you followed them to their car outside of the bar, Isa and Dally hopping in the front whilst Amar sat with you in the back. as the car began to make its way down the road, you could see Dally's hand slyly make its way down Isa's shorts. Isa's grip on the car door grew tighter as her breathing grew heavier.

you looked over to see Amar's bothered expression, but there wasn't one. if anything, she looked as pleased as ever. she looked at you with a smile, one that put you at ease and also made you feel butterflies in your stomach. "you ready baby?" she asked, her fingers lifting your chin slightly as she leaned into you.

you nodded your head nervously, making her chuckle. "of course you are." she whispered before laying a passionate kiss against your lips. you kissed back before she abruptly pulled away, leaving your pupils wide and your cheeks flushed. as you pulled into the parking lot, Dally removed his hands from Isa's pants as Amar got out and opened the door for you.

you all walked inside, their room crummy yet calming. it was already as if the safe atmosphere had been established and there was no preparations needed.

"there's your camera" Amar pointed out as she began to undress. you looked over to the chair in the corner that was facing the bed. on top of it sat a box that contained a brand new camera, one that was untouched and begging to be used.

you quickly got it set up, turning it on and looking back at the three of them to already see them undressed down to their undergarments.

Amar was now down to her pink, lacy lingerie set, her black long hair now loose and draping over her frame. Isa was wearing a matching set only it was white and her hair was still up in a ponytail, as if she were ready for what was about to come next.

Dally stood in his boxers with his hands on his hips, smirking at your shocked and flushed expression. "you ain't ever seen this many naked people before?"

"I-I have.." you stuttered as you positioned yourself in front of the bed, standing in the center.

"no baby" Isa whispered, walking over to the chair before pulling it closer to the bed. "we want a more.. natural angle" she smirked, gesturing you to sit in the chair. you sat down, holding the camera so that everything could be seen. "whenever you're ready baby, you're the director"

"I am?" you asked nervously, feeling your body heat rise in anticipation and excitement.

"yeah, we're just the actors" Amar responded as she crawled onto the bed, Isa following. you nodded, taking a few deep breaths before pressing play, the camera letting out a little beep that could he heard across the room.

they all looked at one another again with a smile before Isa and Amar began to kiss one another passionately. their hands roamed all over each others bodies, soft whimpers passing through their lips. Dally positioned himself behind Isa, unclipping her bra and letting it fall onto the mattress before moving to do the same for Amar. with both of their breasts now free, they began to take turns sucking each others nipples and perky flesh, earning moans from both partners.

Dally watched from the side, leaning back against the headboard as he stroked himself under his boxers.

you couldn't help but feel your pussy grow wet at the sight. watching Amar and Isa make out as Dally pleasured himself at the sight was mind numbing. you felt as though you weren't even there with them, but were simply a spectator, a viewer. and if anything, that turned you on even more.

Dally freed his cock from his boxers after the girls were fully naked, their thongs removed and thrown across the room to be forgotten about until tomorrow.

Isa laid back next to Dally, their lips finding one another as Amar placed a pillow underneath her legs. Amar began to rub Isa's clit whilst jerking off Dallas, slowly grinding against the fabric of the pillow.

the sight was intoxicating. despite everyone focusing on different people, they all were being pleasured and were all receiving the same amount of attention from one another.

even as Dally and Isa were passionately kissing, their hands roamed up and down Amar's body as she jerked the both of them off. everyone was included, and despite that being the central idea of a polyamorous relationship, it was rare to see. however, Isa, Dally, and Amar were able to pull it off— and they did it flawlessly.

after a few moments, Amar's hand on Dally's cock was replaced with his own, Isa and Amar now positioned with their legs over one another. they began to rock their hips into one another, rubbing their clits together.

they let out moans that were elegant yet lustful, the sound of their slick mixing together filled the room. Dally let out quiet groans and grunts as he watched the two of them, stroking his cock along with the pace of their thrusts.

"feels so good baby" Isa whimpered, kneading Amar's breast as she bit her lip. Amar's eyes were practically rolled to the back of her head, her oversensitive bud on fire.

"i'm gonna cum" Amar whined, her grasp on the sheets growing tighter. and after a few more aggressive thrusts, Amar's pussy gushed, squirting all over Isa and the sheets below.

your eyes widened as you had never seen such a phenomenon. sure, you had heard about such a thing happening, but you always thought it was fake as it had never happened to you. but you were proven wrong, and you were glad you did.

by this point, your pussy was aching and soaked. you were so tempted to satisfy your bodies needs as you watched, but you felt as though it would be rude. but as Isa looked back, chest heaving and eyes droopy, she knew exactly what you were thinking. "it's okay baby, we don't mind"

that was all you needed. now, as Dally positioned himself behind Amar, ass up and mouth mere centimetres away from Isa's pussy, your fingers had found their way to your clit.

at this point, you had mostly forgotten about the recording. the camera was still propped up, but you couldn't guarantee that the playback footage would be pretty. and at this point, you were too dazed to care.

"you ready baby?" Dally whispered as he positioned his tip against Amar's entrance, looking at both of the girls. the girls both nodded, Amar teasingly shaking her ass as Isa spread her lips wider with her fingers. everybody was in position.

Dally slowly eased into Amar, inch by inch. she moaned into Isa's pussy as she began to lick all over her cunt, making Isa let out soft whimpers and moans.

your fingers lightly rubbed against your clit as your legs were spread, toes already slightly curling out of pleasure at both the sensation and sight before you. you bit your lip to hold in any noise that your body threatened to make, not wanting to ruin the video.

"fuck" Isa moaned, holding her legs slightly higher with her hands as Dally fucked himself into Amar's tight walls. the feeling of Dally deep inside of her made Amar moan harshly, creating vibrations against Isa's clit. "keep doing that baby" Isa praised, gripping tightly onto Amar's hair.

"so fuckin' good for me" Dally moaned before slapping Amar's ass harshly. "such a good girl. takin' me so well."

Isa stared into Dally's eyes, her mouth agape as she continued to get her pussy ate. Dally began to speed up his movements, making Amar grow restless and more needy. her tongue grew more aggressive against Isa's pussy, her juices covering her mouth as she buried her face deeper. "god. i'm gonna cum" Dally groaned, his grip on Amar's hips growing tighter.

"me too" Isa whimpered, running her hand over Amar's hair. "you close Amar?" she asked, Amar looking up at her and nodding. and after a few more thrusts and kicks, everyone came with loud moans and groans, Isa squirting her juices all over the sheets as Amar rapidly rubbed her clit. Dally groaned at the sight, his chin resting against Amar's shoulder.

"that's it baby.. that's it" Dally whispered as he lightly ran his fingers through Isa's folds. they all smiled at one another before looking back at you, seeing the mess that you had made in your chair. "guessing you liked the show huh?"

"yeah" you said breathlessly before turning off the camera and setting it on the table next to you.

the couple all held one another, each girl laying their head on Dally's chest as they played with one another's hair. you got your pants back on before making your way toward the door. "you sure you don't wanna stay? we got more room in the bed" Amar offered as you were about to leave.

"yeah, barely" Dally said, earning a slap from Isa.

"nah, it's okay. I have work tomorrow anyway"

"okay. well, this was fun. let's do it again sometime, yeah?" Amar said, making you smile.

"yeah, let's do it again"

[darkfictionjude]

I'm sorry, but Orla was never a "bitch" to me, or at least in the way of saying she was born like that or wanted to be so.

She was a victim of circumstances, a teenager who didn't get to live in the best home, in the best city, in the best family.

Who had a younger sibling she did care about and that had tried to protect them from their fucked up family.

Then the nightmare began, without knowing WHY their sibling was out for blood towards her.

Was it hatred she saw in their eyes? Fear for her life? She couldn't get out of the city, far away.

She tried to ignore it, and it still didn't work.

There were only two ways I see she could've gone: being a passive victim or an active one, who then got to be, in a distorted and fucked up way, somewhat in control of her own life or at least actions.

We see how Crowny doesn't have all the facts, that they are an imperfect protagonist that you can control in how much they can be vicious or how much less they can be. Trying to be good or in just letting it all go.

And even then, they don't have control, the narrative doesn't let them get it, and they have nightmares they can't seem to escape, no matter how much they try to. (or don't)

Orla wasn't perfect, but she was and IS a victim. Even her wrongdoing, the hurt she inflicted, doesn't take it away.

Worse still, she will always be a victim because she was murdered.

If things weren't as they were, would she have become the way she was? I doubt it.

Maybe even with time, with the same events happening, if she had gotten out of the city, maybe things would have been different.

The past can't be changed, the actions that have been made, and the words said can't be taken back.

A wound can't be ignored, even if the scar isn't visible, the memory remains, but something to make amends could've been done.

Finding an understanding (from both of them) could've happened.

Without getting forgiveness.

Crowny and Orla aren't different - to me - they're the same face of the same coin.

It's not a black & white story or situation.

None of the characters in this story are on only one end of it, painted in one color only.

You're writing a good and complex story, with many aspects that are fascinating, realistic, supernatural, and that have many dark arguments and taboo nuances threaded in it.

It's a dark mystery horror, with lots of feelings and complexity, that makes you stop in certain scenes for how much uncomfortable it makes you feel for what is happening on the screen.

And they were so good, because it made me more invested in see what would unfold, in how you want the story to go. (I say this while being a scaredy-cat that can't really watch or play certain horror games, but I do like reading or playing IF that are so sdfsdfsdfds maybe that's just me, but the way you write IS GOOD)

So it makes me frustrated to see people only take one piece of it and try to only paint it one color.

You can dislike characters, yes, but idk, the way I see so many push a certain way in which you have to "enjoy/read" certain things - something that I see happening in the general fandom spaces and in the IFs spaces - does irritate me.

BUT that hasn't anything gotten with you, I just got on a tangent while writing this LONG ASS ask, so sorry about that.

At the end, they are fictional characters, means to tell a story and everyone can like/dislike/think anything they want with them.

We are playing Crowny, so if someone dislike the way certain characters treat them, it's okay, I admit I tend to attach myself to a certain type that in real life I wouldn't want anything to do with, but in fiction, it makes me want to analyze and observe them fdsfdsfsd

And I love all the ROs and their possible dynamics with Crowny.

For the moment, both Nia and Lorcan are the one who fascinate me the most (but only because I still need to lock in with Imre and his "problems" dfsdfsd) but to think about Nia, haunted by things she knows with true affection for MC but having to act in a certain way to "protect" them? GOOD, I LOVE IT (and maybe I'm wrong and I will always love it)

Lorcan with Orla hunting forever the narrative? LOVE IT. Maybe you won't go that way, but as of now, I love it. That love and obsession and regrets suffocating the narrative.

(And sometimes my pettiness makes me fan of certain characters or tropes, just out of spite towards a way of thinking: if you want to hate them, hate for things they've done at least dfsdfdfsdf or for other things fdfsdf)

In the end, I'm sad for the victims of this story, the girls who have been killed, missed, and forgotten.

Butchered in the worst way, and for the child who was ripped away from life and his family.

For the characters bound to horror without escape.

I look at this city, which seems to eat itself alive, unassuming, and I'm angry at it, if anything, lol.

Me against the council, mayor etc etc fdsfsdfsdf

Ps: where is our father? That is the question that runs in my mind each time I play, and since the first chapter fdsfdsfsd

(Sorry for the long ass rant and rambling, I lost the way in writing this, I hope it's clear I love your story and your writing and I appreciate you and I'm not criticizing you in anyway, I just was irritated with certain takes I saw in these days. If it did upset, bothered or hurt you, I'm sorry. If so, I will no longer leave any ask like this if any, and again I'm sorry for it)

Haha nonnie are you Canadian cause you apologized a lot hahaa there’s really no need I’m not upset

Honestly where is our father who art in heaven? (Having gone to catholic school there are many prayers that I have memorized against my will cause I had to say them every time we were made to go to church)

[school-zones]

My CME Jemily thoughts no one asked for ahead of season 18 finale:

Are we being queerbaited? Yes

Have we been queerbaited before? Yes

Will Jemily ever be canon? Nah

Am I mad about it? Not really

Here’s why…

I’ve been watching CM for about 16 years now, and have always thought that JJ and Emily had queer-coded chemistry. I’ve basically shipped Jemily since I watched Emily’s weird reaction to JJ and Will (I literally could not imagine straight friends acting like that?). Honorable mention: the way JJ looks at Emily on the jet when they’re talking about kids but seems so miserable when she finds out she’s having a kid with Will??? lol girl

During CM (before evolution) Paget and AJ basically both acknowledged Jemily and have admitted to playing it up on camera/bts, despite knowing that it would never happen bc of CBS.

Now, during CME, both Paget and AJ have been a lot more vocal about Jemily. Do I think it’s because Jemily will be canon? No, I don’t think so. I think it’s because now that CME is not a CBS show anymore, the cast is allowed to be more vocal about things the show thought would be bad press before. I don’t even think Paget and AJ really care about Jemily (the romantic ship). I think they more so care about Jemily (the friendship) and getting more screen time together. Which I’m not mad about tbh. We had a run there where Jemily barely had interactions and it was weird. Like, they’re besties, they literally hallucinate each other and take trips to Paris together…

Do I think they k*lled Will so that JJ could be with Emily (or even Reid—bleh)? No. I think they did it because Josh didn’t really want to play Will anymore and this literally happens to like all the main characters’ love interests (no one is safe)… to be honest I kind of saw this coming since the cancer scare. Also, and most importantly, CME has been highlighting 1 or 2 characters in each season (S1 Rossi, S2 Emily, S3 JJ and kind of Tara), so I figured JJ’s season would have some sort of trauma.

So, am I surprised they k*lled Will? No. Does it bother me… eh not really? I liked Will bc I thought he was a good dad and stuff, and I obv don’t like seeing JJ hurting.. but it’s a drama. A crime procedural drama is gonna drama.

Do I think they’ve been laying breadcrumbs out for Jemily fans after Will’s d*ath? Yes. Are they the crumbs we wanted? Meh. Are they entertaining? To me, yes. I screeched a little when JJ said her and Emily “worked it out” but wouldn’t say how lol. Even Ochoa was like??? Honorable mention: when JJ snuck onto the jet even though she wasn’t supposed to be back at work and Emily caved in .0001 seconds bc it’s JJ <3

Am I mad about the M*ndoza scene? Not really. I think it wasn’t as “Jemily” as the “it gives me you” scene, which I love. I think anyone can love that scene, even if you don’t ship Jemily, bc it’s just crazy that we’ve had genuine, loving friendships between women on CM for over 20 years. But, ultimately, I don’t really get why people are mad about the M*ndoza scene because, to me, it was 1. Emily trying to make JJ laugh (which she did) and 2. Emily explaining that she’s never had the real thing, and thus she can’t relate to JJ’s grief, but she’ll try her best to be there for her no matter what. IMO, just bc I’m a Jemily shipper (don’t come for me), I think Emily has never had the real thing because she wanted JJ and couldn’t have her, so she didn’t really try. I mean she genuinely never looked happy with any man I cannot stress this enough. Comphet is a bitch, trust me, been there.

Okay, I still love Jemily, but I don’t think we’re getting it. I think they are queerbaiting us a bit, but like, this isn’t new? Why would I be mad about it now, after 20 years.. just because the CME social media can hashtag Jemily now without getting chewed out by a network? Let them have fun I guess. Is it kind of silly? Yeah, but I also get excited when they talk about it. Also we have Tara and Rebecca, and that’s really exciting too. I hope we get a queer wedding on CME

I’m still having fun watching, bc this show has been a comfort to me for 16 years. And honestly, more interactions between my best girls, yes pls, I’ll take it.

(Okay but can Paramount actually make Emily queer tho bc we know she was supposed to be but CBS were cowards, thx)

[onskepa]

Left behind: Tight lip

Hello everyone! Here is another chapter of this amazing series! Hope you enjoy!

Left behind series

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Lo’ak cannot for the life of him understand what this ao’nung kid wants from him. He is a total skxawng that much is for sure. If he isn't picking on him, then fish lips is certainly picking on kiri. Not just ao’nung but his ass kissing goons as well. Acting all big and macho, but when a fist touches his face, all of a sudden he is a crying weeping bitch. 

The only saving grace is tsireya making things tolerable. Wither her around, lo’ak can almost forget the situation he and his family are in. Almost forgets there is someone he needs to help. 

Same with kiri, though she adapted to the life of the reef much quicker, kiri still has this guilt of not doing anything to help spider. Her dear friend. How is he doing? How are the humans treating him? Is he fine like her dad promised her? So many questions and none that kiri can get an answer to. Kiri can only hope Eywa is with him, to make things easier. 

Spider loves the world he was born in. The planet, the culture, the omatikaya, the sully family…

He loves them so much it almost hurts. He grew up around them, with them, trying to be like them. Even after through hard trials, wars, and ambushes. Spider loves that family, would more than often fantasize himself as part of them, Spider Sully he would like to call himself that when he is alone. 

The McCoser did their best, somewhat, to make him feel part of the family. But he was too wild, too weird for their liking. So they gave up, it was perhaps the best for both of them. While he was kinda grateful for taking him in, Spider could never see himself with them. Especially after their betrayal. Even after Jake insisted that he leave, to join the RDA, spider remained still. Why does spider have to leave? He has no one over there, Pandora is his home, the only person who can take him out is Eywa if she sees fit. 

Even now, in the RDA grounds, he remains still, he won't utter a word. Stab him, punch him, Spider will bare it all if it means the Sully family is safe. His lips are shut tight. Nothing will change his mind. 

That Socorro kid is one stubborn tight lip kid, Sanchez will give him that. Many interrogations and threats have not phased the boy. Refusing to utter english words. But na’vi? The boy has no shortage of….colorful vocabulary. The others don't understand him and just give him questionable looks, letting it slide. But for good ol Sanchez, it's a show worth 5 stars. 

“Seems like you’re the only one having fun around here” Tatianna walks up to him with a tired sigh. Another interrogation gone wrong. Can any of these stupid ‘scientists’ get shit done? 

“Awe, little mowgli there gave you a stink face?” Sanchez taunts. If tatianna could, she would throw Sanchez down in the acid waters. 

“He’s more like a Tarzan to me” she replies with disgust in her tone. Glaring down at the security camera that is monitoring the wild brat in the interrogation room. 

“You got any better ideas?” she asks. Sanchez hums as he scratches his little itchy goatee. He shook his head. That's what she thought. Before anymore could be said, the same entrance tatianna entered, appeared proto with an odd smile. 

“We break him,” she said with a hint of enthusiasm. This made Sanchez blink twice. 

“Break him?” he asks. 

Tatianna snapped her fingers, quickly catching up to what proto was saying. “Of course! Ever thoughtful proto, yes that machine Bruno created. With it, we will definitely get what Ardmore needs, "Tatianna praises. Proto looked pleased that her director was on her side. Sanchez was quick to stand up straight, he knows what the machine is capable of.

“Now hold on, you know what that thing does right? It slowly kills the person on the inside” he informs. 

“Even better, it will be one less pest to worry about” proto grins. Sanchez looked over at his boss lady, who was sharing the same grin as the girl. Shit, now Sanchez regrets telling proto about spiderr’s past.

The second proto learned about spider and his affiliations with Jake sully, her perspective of him changed. From what she saw was a strong Tarzan child now to a pest that she wants to rip into pieces. 

“Little bastard was raised by the enemy” Quaritch told her the second he found out too. 

“He is practically their son…” Sanchez concluded as well. 

The mole seemed to confirm it by sending in pictures of Spider when he was a child. Playing with the other rats, smiles, letting them be rough housed around. They welcomed him with open arms despite the blood that flows within him. 

“So he brought in two outcasts while you were stranded…” Tatianna said during the briefing. It would seem so by countless photos and retelling. 

“Stranded? More like abandoned” Quaritch commented. He leans over to proto who was glaring at spider’s childhood memories. Placing his large hand over her thin shoulders, he whispers, “he took two brats in to keep his mind busy, maybe you are no longer in the depths of his memories” 

The metal doors opened, spider sharply turned his head to see who it was, it was that human girl, proto. Her face cold and emotionless, her boots making little to no noise against the cold floor. 

“Congrats, the lab coats are tired of you” she spoke. Well, that's some good news. 

“See? nobody is going to get anything out of me” Spider said triumphantly. But before he can say anything more, he felt brute force hitting him in the face. Proto punched him square in the face. One punch wasn't enough however. 

A punch to his chest, a punch to his shoulders, torso, kick to the legs and chest, she was beating the shit out of him. It was happening all too fast for spider to process or even get a word out. 

“30 seconds are up” a familiar voice was heard, proto halted her movements. 

C’mon, take him to the machine” it was quaritch, speaking like he was bored. Proto only hummed and grabbed spider by his dreads. 

“Don't get too comfy now, we have just begun” 

Spider looked up at her, fear clear as day but his mouth was still running. “K-ketstun kawng s-swira!!” his head was burning in pain but that was the most he can come up with at the moment. 

This only made proto chuckle, “awe…..nga kalweyawveng” 

Her hellish grin returned. Spider has crossed paths with multiple dangers and multiple terrifying things, but her? This person? She was a walking nightmare that he was now terrified of. 

“Owowowowowwow ooooooww!!” tuk whined and cried as tsrieya and kiri were quickly trying their best to get seaweed out of tuks kuru. 

“Tuk, she warned you about getting too close” kiri scolded. 

“Im sorry! I dropped my spear and it landed closely to the roots, I tried to get it using a rock or something but it somehow got me!” tuk tried to excuse herself. 

Tsireya smiled at her, “its ok tuk. Next time ask for help, this seaweed is very sticky which makes it harder to peel off” 

Tuk muttered an ‘ok’ , trying to be still as the two older girls get the rest of the seaweed out. 

“Best to not let water touch your hair for at least 2 days, the water will only make it sticky again. Let it dry out, I suggest you rebraid it once the stickiness is gone” tsireya suggests. Kiri nodded, telling herself to relay this info to her mom. 

Tuk can only groan in misery, “this is the worst feeling in the whole world!”

This is the worst feeling in the entire universe. 

“Just give us a name, a location, what Jake is planning, anything you can imagine in your mind we will see it,” Ardmor said ever so patiently. 

It felt like a knife was intruding into his brain! The pain was indescribable! 

Admore tells him to think of something, as if! Even with the pain wanting to explode in his brain, he won't think of anything! 

“You know something. Where is Jake sully? "Ardmore asks again. 

“I DONT KNOW!” he shouted. He was speaking in full honesty. 

Quaritch, proto, tatianna and snachez were in the examin room not too far from spider. Tatianna was reading in between the brain signals, trying to get anything, but no valuable results were coming in. Sanchez was beside her, going through every brain monitor as well as reading the heart signal. If this continues spider’s heart will go on overdrive. 

Proto on the other hand was letting Ardmore have the fun. Spider’s fear and screams were bringing in a sick satisfaction for her. While not enough, it would suffice for now. She didnt care if spider had anything really, his pain was her thrill. 

 As his screams intensified, Ardmore was ready to increase the speed and pain. Still asking him questions. 

“YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME!!! YOU WON'T GET ANYTHING FROM ME!!” 

Tatianna then noticed something, “look here at the frontal lobe, its spiking” 

Sanchez, seeing the spike, asks, “its high but still nothing….” 

Qauritch hearing this and Ardmore's threat to make it longer, he walked out and towards the machine, pressing the stop button. 

All eyes were on him now. 

Spider sighs in relief, not caring if he has a little nose bleed. 

Quaritch leans over to ardmore and mutters to her, “general let me try the personal angle” 

Ardmore looks over at spider and back at him, “he's not your son” disappointment clear in her voice. With that she walks away in anger. 

Quaritch looks back at the little room, proto was looking at him with confusion and anger. Yup, he’s got some serious explaining to do. 

Kiri and lo’ak were out of their new home looking at the sunset. Despite all the chaos that has happened, there were calm moments they could savor. 

“How’s that cheek holding up?” kiri asks, breaking the silence between them. Lo’ak lightly touched the bruised area, “its fine, those guys had it worse” 

The sister chuckles a bit, “I know, I saw…” 

Lo’ak looks at her then back at the setting sun, “you think he would have hit them harder…?” he asks, not needing to drop the name. Kiri knew who he was talking about. 

“For sure….” 

Another long silence between them…

“You….you think he is ok…?” lo’ak asks. Kiri shakes her head, “I dont know…” 

“Remember when they were after us over a year ago…?” 

Kiri made a face, obvious remembering that night. How can she forget? 

“Dad asked him to stay behind….over and over…” lo’ak continued. 

“And over and over again he stayed…why cant dad or mom see that? He is one of us, always has been…” 

Kiri brings her knees up to meet her chin, worry clear in her expression. Lo’ak places a hand over her, “he is human” 

“So are we,” she argues back. 

“I know, I don't get it either…” 

Kiri only groans, “this sucks. We are stuck here, spider is stuck with those people and there is nothing we can do! It's infuriating!” 

It really does suck…

“Look, I know this sucks but trust me I have an idea” quaritch tries to calm down proto. Kinda hard to calm down a war tank when riled up. 

“He is NOT yours, why try?” proto asks in a more demanding tone, getting up at his face. Her eyes narrow deep into his, trying to look for something. 

“Look kiddo, I know you dont like it, but I have a plan” 

Proto’s eyes move side to side, up and down, crossing her arms she asks, “what's the plan then?” 

“He gains our trust-” 

“I literally just beat the shit out of him no less than an hour ago” 

“Let me finish. We will soften him up a bit, show him we aren't just mean jerks and not everything is bad as it seems. Since I carry that dead man's looks and blood, it won't be hard for that kid to break a bit. Slowly but surely, he will confess to things on his own” 

Proto thinks it over, shaking her head, “then he will get attached to you! You promised nothing will get between us! You promised!” She wouldn't voice it but thinking that spider will take another figure away from her sent a nasty, itchy feeling down inside. Proto would make sure that won't happen. Not again. 

Quaritch sensing another possible outbreak, he pulled her into his arms and gently cradled her. “Hey, it's a plan, a scheme. Nothing about it will be real. Might be for the boy but nothing will be real. I won't break our promise, I intend to keep it that way” he assured her. It did bring a sense of cam to the girl. 

“.....are you sure it will work…?” she asks in a muttered tone. 

Quaritch just strokes her hair slowly, looking down with a smile that she will never see, “of course it will work” 

[it's working well on you…] 

Okie dokie! That is it for this one! Now I did left some things left open like that for future chapters! Yes, proto does speak na'vi, how or why shall be explained later! Until next time! See ya!

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Thursday Bangers: Dr, Who?

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She was paying attention. She was.

She had heard Teia saying it was a massive opportunity for their company to expand and take on more projects throughout the year with the assistance of Dellamorte Holdings, her words confident and sure, yet held such a warmth with her tone that she had to remind herself they were at a corporate event and not a pep rally where she was encouraging team spirit. Her friend certainly was something else… And by the look of quiet pride on Viago’s face, he knew it too. She just had to wonder how long it would take for him to get his act together and finally propose to the woman and stop all of their on-again, off-again telenovela nonsense. 

Not that she could really cast the first stone in that department with her recent history. 

She was paying attention. She was. She swore she was.

It just so happened that when Illario was given the microphone, her ears had spontaneously decided not to work, some type of acute idiopathic aphasia or auditory neuropathy befalling her. She just couldn’t understand the words he was saying, only able to focus on that smile of his or how his eyes seemed that much bluer when under the impeccable lighting of the hall. 

That was normal. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Everything was fine-

Maker’s breath, was he smiling at her? 

A quiet but hearty chuckle beside her caught her attention. Lilya turned to her left to find Professor Volkarin observing and laughing at her, his right hand covering his mouth surreptitiously. The shorter woman stared at him aghast, absolutely scandalised that he was mocking her, even if he was doing it in the most charming way. 

“Professor!” 

His laughter deepened, and he pressed his lips together to try to hold them in, eyes creasing with genuine mirth. She bumped into him gently with her shoulder, his happiness catching, Lilya finding herself succumbing to little bouts of giggles herself. 

“Stop it, Professor!” 

He held up both hands and gathered himself, the odd chuckle still seeping out, but promptly recovered from his small loss of decorum. “My apologies, dearest Lilya, I did not mean to laugh at you.” 

“Why were you laughing at me? Do I have something on my face?” she asked, worried that she may have started to drool on herself watching Illario on stage, as if he were a popular celebrity, instead of the businessman who was responsible for their celebratory gala. 

Emmrich shook his head, his hands folding neatly at his stomach, a familiar, professorial gesture that instantly transported her back to his lectures, where he’d stand just like that, waiting for the room to quiet with nothing but his presence. Half the class had been in love with him then. She supposed some part of her still was,  if only for the way his hands, still elegant after all these years, made her feel safe, seen. The only new addition was the golden wedding band, nestled among his usual collection of ornate rings.

“Nothing,” he said, eyes tender. “Just the beauty that inspired a man to look at you as if you were his moon, his stars, and everything in between.”

She rolled her eyes, cheeks flushing at the older gentleman’s kind words, at the implication that maybe he saw something real in what she and Illario could share. That if someone as perceptive as Emmrich could see it, hell, there really was something there, and she wasn’t just grasping at straws that her loneliness had created during her self-imposed isolation.  

“Professor, please. It was just a dance-”  

“That wasn’t just a waltz, Lilya. As you know, I am no spring chicken. I have seen longing before, but not like that. Not the kind that looks like… recognition. Like he saw something in you he’s spent his whole life trying to deserve.” 

Lilya spluttered, her eyes catching Illario’s once more as he, Lucanis, Caterina and Teia all clapped in unison once the final speech had wrapped up. He didn’t take his eyes off her, did not even blink. He just offered her a slow smile spreading across his face that made her chest hurt for reasons that she couldn’t name. 

A shift of clothing beside her drew her attention to Emmrich, leaning down to whisper in her ear, unwilling to raise his voice against the rising swell of applause. “You see that, Ms de Riva? That look, which he hasn’t stopped giving you since he first held your hands? That is a man deep in prayer. He is desperate, earnest, fervent in his invocations - one who has already made peace with the end of the world, so long as it meant you smiled at him first. And now look at you… You are smiling back at him like the fallen angel who heard him.”

Blood rushed to her face and ears at her friend’s words, her heart thumping against her chest as she realised how much she wanted it all to be true. 

Illario’s eyes were still on her.  Truly- was she really the fallen angel in this scenario, or was he? 

“Dellamorte.” 

“...De Riva.” 

“Is there something I can help you with?”  "Oh, look Vi, isn’t that the photographer? He wants to take our picture-” “Teia-” “He is really being quite insistent, Dear. Quick, we must be the first to get ours done.” 

Lilya watched as her older brother was manhandled in the most elegant display of dominance she had ever seen. Emmrich cleared his throat conspicuously and promptly advised he was feeling a tad parched and that he was going to get himself a drink, offering to get Lilya and Illario a drink as well, knowing the two would say no. 

“Oh, and would you look at that! Is that Cida Ciconia? Oh, I must speak with her!” he gushed, spotting one of Teia’s new headliners at the bar, leaving them as alone as they could be in the centre of a gala. 

Seeing him up close again, feeling the weight of that gaze, she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to look away so she could remember how to breathe,  or never look away again. His attention felt closer than touch, more intimate than it should have been. It was almost indecent, how exposed it made her feel.

Was this what people meant by eye-fucking? Because clearly, she’d been misinformed for the last thirty years or so.

Andraste preserve her. He smelled so good. Did he always smell that good? 

“It’s good to see that there was no permanent damage,” she blurted out suddenly, Illario’s brows furrowing in confusion at the odd choice of conversation. She bit into the side of her cheek in punishment for her nerves. She pointed to her eye and cheekbone and then to his. “Your face. The phone. You somehow remained intact, Mr Dellamorte,” Lilya smiled as realisation dawned on him and he chuckled, touching the area that Zara had hit months before. 

“Back to formalities, are we? Alright, I'll play. I am well, Dr de Riva, it seems your diagnosis was right on the money.” 

“They often are. I’ve been told I’m quite good at it.” 

“Medical diagnoses?” 

“... That too.” 

...That damned smile again. She could lick that smile off his face if he’d let her... and the way he was looking at her, she knew he was contemplating the same thing about her. 

It was too easy with him. It always was. That was the problem. Their banter quickly degraded into flirty innuendos and sordid invitations, and as fun as that was, it was hardly the right stuff to base something more on. It wasn’t enough to put her through so much professional and ethical anxiety, no, she needed more than that to consider- 

“Actually, I do have something that I need your help with, if you don’t mind having a quick chat with me?” he asked, disrupting her train of thought, a knowing glint in his eye that disappeared so swiftly she almost thought she imagined it. “It won’t take more than a few minutes of your time, if you wouldn’t mind following me?” 

Illario offered his arm to her like the gentleman she knew his grandmother had painstakingly engineered him to be, but she stared at it like he’d asked her to hold onto something of his that was far more intimate— in public. She glanced around. No one was being ushered to their seats yet. People were still chatting over champagne, and so she agreed. 

“If... yes, if it’s only for a moment.” 

Looping her arm through his carefully, she let herself be led outside, doing her best not to dwell on how different it felt from holding her ex-professor’s arm. Probably because there wasn’t the whole unresolved one-night-stand sexual tension hanging between them. Illario walked them past where Emmrich had sat her down earlier that evening and into another room, rented out for his private use. Taking a few steps into the room, she could see a floating desk that spanned the length of the wall, a couch, and what looked to be a small bar in the corner. A platter of hors d’oeuvres sat on the counter, completely untouched. 

The smooth, dark wood of the desk felt cold under her fingertips as she skimmed the surface absently, just taking her time to look in the room and not think too hard about being completely alone with him. She could see his laptop open and turned on to his login screen, a picture of him and Lucanis from what he assumed was their college graduation as his background. There were sheets of numbers scattered along the desk that she didn’t care to understand, and a sketch of what she recognised as their current venue. There was a neat script (his?) scrawled all over it, making amendments and suggestions regarding the decorations. She was impressed that he even had a hand in something like that - most people in his position would have delegated such details to someone else.

Illario cleared his throat, and Lilya jumped, embarrassed she had been lost in thought. He took off his jacket and hung it on the hook behind the door, Lilya swallowing as he made his way toward her. A flurry of memories flooded her mind, their first night together, the desire that drove her to madness, their almost kiss at the Diamond and even their undeniable chemistry that evening from a harmless waltz. He did his best to hide his smirk as he read her expression. She was usually so guarded, but in that moment, he knew exactly what she was thinking about, and he had to admit it tickled him pink to know he still had that effect on her. 

Brushing past her, his knuckles grazed hers, and he caught the slightest hitch in her breath. Illario pulled out the chair from under the desk and sat down, his back curving into it as he appraised her. She half expected him to offer her a seat on his lap, but he merely waited for her to choose what she felt most comfortable doing. The couch was too far, too impersonal. Standing in front of him and looking down felt too authoritarian, and his lap was not an option. Yet. Lilya settled for hopping onto the other end of the table, her feet dangling above the floor. There was about a metre between them, even if someone had walked in on them now, it would have looked like two people having a friendly conversation and nothing more. 

“So...” she began, leaning forward awkwardly and kicking her legs to release some anxiety, “what did you want to talk about?” 

Smart. You’re so smart, Lilya. What a scintillating conversationalist you turned out to be.

Illario’s grin turned into a laugh as he shifted slightly in the seat, elbow perched on the armrest to comfortably rest his head on his fist, looking right between being charmed by her and exasperated. 

“Well, you see, Dr de Riva,” he started, his eyes twinkling, smile turning sharper, “if it were up to me, we wouldn’t be doing much talking at all. I had thought I made myself rather clear the last time we caught up. But I feel that isn’t quite what you want, am I right?” 

Lilya swallowed and nodded.  “So why don’t you tell me what it is you want, and we go from there. But in the light of being as transparent as possible, they will probably start serving the food in about ten minutes, so everyone will be quite aware if we’re much longer than that.” 

“Then, no time for bullshit, right Mr Dellamorte?” she asked, legs stilling and back straightening, awaiting his answer. A curt nod was all she received. Taking in a long, deep breath, she forced herself to relax and be brave. “Your cousin seems to have given us his blessing to... explore... explore whatever is between us-” “You don’t say.” 

“And while there are still things I need to sort out before I can, you know, be entirely above board, and before we can really... um... understand what this is, or what we could...” she felt her words lock at the base of throat when he repositioned himself to lean on his knees, resembling some sort of predator sizing her up once more. “Maker. What was I saying again?” She blinked up at him, only to realise he was no longer sitting. “Oh! Yes! If you were still at all interested and available, then maybe we could...” 

Her voice drifted off entirely as she registered just how close he’d gotten. His approach had been silent and certain, just like the wolf she once flirtatiously accused him of being. There was something about him that tugged at her like gravity, and she was just a stupid rock that got pulled into his orbit. Her pulse thudded so loudly in her ears it drowned out whatever she’d meant to say next.

“Maker... how close you’ve gotten, Mr Dellamorte,” she breathed. Not a warning, nor an invitation, but somewhere in between.

Illario had moved to stand in front of her, palms braced on the edge of the desk on either side of her thighs. Was he testing her? To see if she would freak out and run away again? She didn’t blame him if that was the case, but she certainly did not go through that awkward conversation with Lucanis only for it to amount to nothing. 

“What are the terms?” he asked, standing to his full height, sliding his hands into the pockets of his tuxedo trousers. 

She blinked. The words caught her off guard; not because they were particularly cold, but because they were so him. Illario wore his role like a suit of armour. He approached everything - even this - like a deal to be structured, understood, and secured. It wasn’t a performance. It was how he made sense of the world, how he made things stick. And she couldn’t fault him for that. She had done the same after all. Defaulted to professionalism, drew lines, and clung hopelessly to her titles and processes to protect herself. If that had been her way of surviving, then surely this was his. Framing it like a contract gave him a sense of safety, and she wouldn’t deny him that.

Without thinking, she reached out and lightly set her hand to rest against his… not a touch for touch’s sake, but a signal. I see you. I get it.

“Terms?” 

Illario stared at their touching hands and set his jaw. “What are you offering? What is required to get this done? What do you need from me?” all business, apart from the heat behind his eyes, steady and unyielding. 

“I... your patience?” Lilya said after a pause and shrugging, mind drawing a blank. “Until I get all the boring admin and ethical stuff out of the way, we can’t be anything... official. But once that’s all in the clear, we can-”

“... Explore?” he echoed her words, tilting his head with a soft smile.  

“Yes.” 

“Accepted.”

“Accepted? This isn’t like a contract, you can’t just say it like that and that’s it!” she balked. “Oh?” he raised a brow. “So what, did you want to shake on it or make a blood pact? Pinky swear?” he held up his right hand and wriggled his little finger as he waggled his eyebrows, laughing out of his nose as the tension faded from his body. Lilya hadn’t realised it, but he was probably waiting for the other shoe to drop and have her walk out on him once again - after all, she did have a habit of doing that. 

Edging closer to him, she gingerly took his face into her hands and pressed a soft, chaste kiss against his lips. Just one. A sweet, diplomatic brush of their mouths. A placeholder. A promissory note.  

It was not nearly enough.

“Ah,” he whispered in understanding, breath tickling her mouth. “Sealed with a kiss then. How apt.”  

He hadn’t kissed her yet. Not properly. And that alone was a kind of torture tailored just for him. 

Illario pressed his lips together so as not to chase after her, to stop himself from trying to claim her, to taste her again and indulge in her moans like she had once offered him so many months ago. His hands curled around her waist, the rich velvet warm under his fingertips. She was so close. The kind that made rational thought difficult. The feel of her breath on him, the warmth of her bare skin - maddeningly soft, her voice sweet enough to steal the very air from his lungs if she wanted. But she didn’t have to; he would have given it to her freely. 

Lilya didn’t pull away. Neither did he.

“I am nothing, if not apt,” she murmured against his lips, the words brushing like silk across him. 

Andraste, have mercy.

He ran the edge of his nose along her cheek, down the graceful line of her throat, feathering his mouth just over the junction of her neck, tips of his teeth barely grazing on the smooth skin there. Illario could make out the scent of her soap, along with delicate notes of pink pepper, a salty musk and something uniquely her that made his mouth water. His fingers traced the length of her arms, delighting in the goosebumps that rose in his wake. He wanted to taste the skin hidden by the velvet. Strip it clear from her. Bury his hands in the folds of the gown, in her, and just forget the entire damned gala.

But not yet.

Not now.

He remembered to keep his touch light, almost sadistic in his restraint - whether it was sadism or masochism, he wasn't sure. Both most likely. She could do nothing but follow suit, brushing her lips across his jaw, nipping at his earlobes, the corner of his mouth - never lingering long enough to tip the fine balance they were treading. Her fingertips danced along the line of his wrist, her thumb stroking at his knuckles in a gesture that made him shake. She was teasing him. Testing them both. And if this was their trial for patience, they were failing gloriously.

He was drowning in the silence between almost-kisses, in the warmth of skin he had no right to touch... not yet. They both knew they were pushing the limits of their agreement. Knew it was dangerous. Deliciously wicked in its egregious skirting of the rules they had just set and accepted. Exactly what they shouldn’t be doing. Which meant, of course, they did it again. Oh, how could they not? They made terrible decisions all the time. What was another one? Or five?

It was like tradition. 

Another slow pass of her mouth over his, not quite a kiss. Her lips hovered just above his, like a secret she ached to tell him. One he already knew, but still wanted to hear.

Maker, how he wanted her.

He’d take her again on this desk, with Caterina and Lucanis pounding against the door, cursing at him for bringing more shame to the Dellamorte name. He didn’t care. Not if it meant she was screaming out his name and pulling him close, and not pushing him away again. The whole world could go up in flames outside that door, and he wouldn’t bat an eye with her in his arms. 

There he was having a mental breakdown about the lengths he would go to for this woman, and the minx had the audacity to smirk at him.

“Something wrong, Mr Dellamorte?” she asked, lips millimetres from his.

Fuck. Fuck. He was going to die then and there from her teasing, then he was going to meet his Maker, a happy man. 

“You know, I could have you arrested for this,” he muttered, voice almost gravelly. “Psychological warfare.”

She hummed, mulling over his words innocently. “Is that what this is?”

“You know exactly what this is.”

To break the tension, and maybe rescue the last scrap of his self-control, he pulled back just a hair and switched tactics. He would be flippant. Light even. Pretending his hands weren’t twitching with want and his head wasn’t screeching at him to bend her over the desk and aggressively negotiate a new deal with her. He’d even seal it with another kiss. Sure, his head would be in between her legs, but surely that still constituted a kiss. 

“So. You walked into the gala on another man’s arm,” he said casually, too casually, as his fingers continued to trace lazy circles across the insides of her wrists.

Her brow arched, amused at his change in strategy. “Jealous, were we?”

“Violently,” he deadpanned. 

She laughed, the sound spreading through him like adrenaline. He really bloody loved that sound, even more when he knew it was in response to him. “You didn’t even know who I was arriving with. He could have been my uncle for all you knew.”

“I did, actually.” He tried for nonchalance and failed spectacularly, Lilya’s expression perking up at his admission. “After accidentally sleeping with one of Lucanis’ psychiatrists, I wasn’t about to do it twice.”

She blinked – and then burst into surprised laughter, covering her mouth with one hand. “You know what, Dellamorte? That is fair. Fair call.”

“But really,” he added, mouth brushing the curve of her shoulder. “I need you to know I hate that he got to touch this dress. I hate it more that he gets to touch you whenever he damn well likes.”

“Emmrich doesn’t touch me,” she said with a smirk, the mere thought of it beyond preposterous. “Not like that. Though I must say, he’s seen me cry more than once and he has exceptionally soft hands.”

“You’re not helping, Doc,” he ground out, still nuzzling into her neck.

She tilted her head, feigning concern, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “My poor, distraught, Illario.”

He tugged playfully at her fingers when she continued to fuss over him, hands wandering over his chest and playing with the fine buttons that trailed down his stomach. “Fair warning Doc, don’t say my name like that unless you’re going to kiss me again.”

She leaned in, but she didn’t kiss him. Just whispered at his lips, “We’ve five minutes left.”

He knew. He fucking knew they had five minutes left. He and his raging hard-on were well aware of the time. 

“Five minutes to behave? Wonderful.”

Lilya snorted at his honesty, hands winding around his neck, her manicured nails raking over his freshly shaved undercut, relishing in the feel. “No... Five minutes to get this out of our system. Then we go back to being normal people starting something... properly. You’ll find most people don’t tend to start their relationships after sex... there’s usually a date or two before it. Usually.”

His heartbeat was pounding in his ears as he ran his hands down her arms just a little firmer, and pressed one more kiss, slow and deliberate, just below her ear, smiling as he felt her shiver in his hold.

“That’s the cruellest thing you’ve ever said, Doc,” he murmured. “But I’ll take it.”

They were not chaste, not this time. Not careful. Mouths opening to each other, slow and deep and aching with their restraint, finally relinquished. His hands roamed her back, her waist, her hips- rediscovering the parts of her he had only dreamed about. Lilya’s arms locked around him, her fingers lightly scraping up the back of his neck. He felt her sigh into him, and he answered with a groan that caught in his throat.

It wasn’t rushed, but their need was palpable. This small indiscretion, the bending of the rules, was necessary, and he’d fight anyone who said otherwise. Being with her again felt like being in the sun after too long lost in the dark. The feel of her mouth on his was enough to steady him. It reminded him why he could wait, why he did wait, and why he would wait. Because it was her. And he knew she was worth every moment of it.

When she finally pulled back, both of them breathless, she smiled. Really smiled.

“We should go.”

He nodded, brushing a final kiss to her temple.

“I’m going to regret stopping,” he muttered, ruefully pressing his forehead to her shoulder.

“You’ll survive.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Illario said wryly, hushed by the return of her hand to his nape. “You’re a menace, Doc. Surviving you might actually kill me, and I gotta be honest – the prospect of dying might be easier than resisting you.” 

Lilya laughed, warm and wild and wonderful. 

“If you make it through, Mr Dellamorte, I’ll save you myself - come and check in on you, a proper house call and everything. I’ll make sure you never need another doctor again."

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Softly tagging: @rookamell @hedwigoprah @davrinsleftpectoral @kabsey @mythals-whore @thedissonantverses @selennes @serstolas @himluv @jukkaricity @hightowerqueen @brennacedria @obsessed-with-book-boyfriends @blackwall-my-tiny-husband and anyone else who wants to play (if you've already done it please tag me so I can read!) :)

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

i was sort of wondering why exactly i've been sympathising with Eva so much, apart from, admittedly, bias- i did start considering that due to that, maybe i'd been internally exaggerating how Wolfgang & Co had been treating her. but i replayed some of Chapter 1, and honestly? now i'm of the opinion that Eva was justified to be afraid of Wolfgang, even if what she did in response was inexcusable.

because it wasn't just that Wolfgang told the others to be wary of Eva (and Damon) which caused them to feel othered. consciously or not, he literally attempted to control their movement on at least two occasions- when he attempted to stop them joining in on the exploration of the pharmacy, and then when he demanded to know where they were when they reached the dining hall last.

in his defence, i don't think Wolfgang was being malicious in doing so, i reckon he did genuinely believe he was protecting the others. but in doing so, for the two members of the group he disagreed with, he actively attempted to further restrict their freedom- in a situation where they're all already trapped!! i'm not surprised that Eva, with frustration, mentioned during the trial how much she'd been watched and suspected- multiple times, if i recall correctly. of course it got to her.

but that probably wasn't even the scariest part for her. it was probably just how easily Wolfgang had taken a leadership role within the group and how willing they were to listen to him without question. only Diana really spoke up against him on one occasion and got him to begrudgingly "allow" Eva and Damon to tag along. i mean, on that note, the fact that Wolfgang even casually commented that he wanted group decisions to be allowed by him, following the minor incident of Desmond taking initiative and checking the room locks, was extremely alarming!! like i mentioned, i don't want to villainise Wolfgang, but it does seem like he has the tendency to be rather controlling, whether or not he realises it. i would be willing to bet that the herd mentality implication was done completely on purpose, considering that Wolfgang's animal motif is a sheep and the writing team have done the symbolism in the game so well.

for all this, i can understand Eva's point of view. i know that, as Wenona had mentioned, there's a chance that Eva didn't actually feel threatened by Wolfgang, but i personally am willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. because if she was honest about being on edge, that would be a rather reasonable emotional response, in my opinion.

what else are you to feel when you're at odds with an honoured individual who effortlessly holds the power to turn so many others against you too and potentially put your safety at risk, if not terror?

[darlingod]

Jude in QoN: “Of course it was a trick” That’s what you said.

Cardan:

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE DAY

Episode 4 and 5 in the tags and:

SALO BEING A VIKTOS FOLLOWER??? CRAZY. ALSO BOTH VIKTOR MISSING JAYCE AJDHSKSJ also cait has kinda calmed down... and I am sure she misses vi so I KNOW this is going to happen to her soon.... we aren't getting much of her feelings yet... she's still too onto Jinx to catch up on where ambessa is going...

DID JAYCE JUST KILL SALO??? WHAT HAPPENED IN THERE

Also vander not recognizing vi at first until she gives up fighting.... incredible ALSO vander and silco being miners and vi wearing her gauntlets that were initially thought out for miners.... damn

This is my favourite episode so far....

Episode 6 here:

Sky really being there..... of course she is....

Ambessa training caitlyn.... of course thats her new daughter akdjskms Tunnels in your eyes.... GIRL!!!!!!! THAT'S WHAT YOU DON'T NEED RIGHT NOW also the guy outside is a mage... ambessa is such a hypocrite

Vi and Jinx vs ambessa and cait.... this was always about class war don't get it twisted SINGED!!! TRAITOR!!!!

ARE THEY GOING TO SEE VIKTOR???? I looove how viktors touch on their faces leave "scars" so recognizable

Did isha just take the gem from vi's gauntlets??? Omg I wasn't expecting viktor to build a hippie commune to be honest omg he looks so good.... with the blonde underhairs.... and I do believe that's the same blanket....

And of course viktor knows who vander is.... nvm he diesnt know omg viktor asking for Powder.....

We are getting viktor horsegirl montage.... omg the vander momtage I can't..... omg they wanna stay.... singed is gonna fuck all this up NOOOOO 😭😭😭 they are already there I am going to kms

CAITLYN STOP THIS MADESSS!!! ✋️ CAITLYN!!!!! VI KILL THIS MAN!!! OMG CAITLYN...... mongoose... yeah.... and fuck you too.... CUPCAKE!!!! ABOUT TIME!!!! CAITLYN I SAID STOP THIS MADNESS WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!! And jayce too 😭😭😭 we're never making it out of the fissures

It's such a shame the spit on here won't work like on challengers.... one can only pray I guess

Jinx experiencing the "there's nothing more undoing as a daughter" moment.... incredible

"Your absence provided a vacuum I was able to fill" TO VI???? I KNEW THAT HAND HOLDING IN THE COMMANDER SCENE WAS SUS AKDHKASJ maddie exists and ambessa knows that and still.... it was not filling her mother's void...

YES CAITLYN!!! YES!!!!! VI is so hot I am distracted... ambessa was right.... now what the fuck will jayce fuck up??? Thats the question... NOT ANOTHER CHILD!!! jayce is a menace... the guys smiling at jayce are viktor... maybe the child even....

JINX KILL THAT MAN!!! NVM VANDER KILL THAT MAN!!! JAYCE YOU FUCKING MORON!!!!! JAYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WHEN I GET YOU JAAAYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Isha what are you going to do omg 😭😭 did she kill vander... another powder... my god another week...

That was such a good fucking episode too.... and caitlyn didn't go insane when finding Jinx that is a step forwards but viktor can't be dead... no fucking way... he was giving himself away for the people and he was going to finally die by saving vander and look at what we got... no wonder viktor hates his guts. Jayce you were so good in act one.... what happened..... alright. Christ.... another week....

[ivebeenmade]

You need to feel. You've been a dead girl a very long time. You need to wake up and feel. You're not tired, you're numb. You're dead and you need to wake up.

If knowing is what it takes then that's what it takes. I was there ok? I was there and IT'S OK. I was with you. I felt it. It was so bad. It was. It was so bad and everything you suspect is so right. If that's what it takes then I'm telling you it happened. I love you. I love us. I love living. Please be alive. Feel things again.

It was so bad but it can be so good. You have so much good happening to you. So much life to live.

We are all so young still.

Please.

Stop letting this kill you.

Cry. Scream. But laugh. Let us love and feel it all.

I was there. I know.

~love magni

[cro0kedme]

Today I was at a cat cafe and this mother with her kid came in and spotted one of the black cats. The mom asked her kid "quick, what does a black cat represent?" And the kid said "good luck" and I was ready for the mom to say that was wrong but instead I got treated with "correct. A lot of people say bad luck, but they're wrong. All cats are good luck." And I was not expecting it but was very pleasantly surprised by it. Godspeed to this mother and her child for being the only correct people about this subject.

[landoughnut]

You're Dating Him?! - LN4

masterlist - request

pairing: lando norris x leclerc!fem!reader

summary: lando's been soft launching, but when someone spots the youngest leclerc out with him in Italy, her brothers don't react as they'd hoped

w/c & a/n: smau | I need smau fic ideas, chat gpt is not helping 😭

lando

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lando nice and needed vacation ☀️

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user1 IS THAT A G-GIRL ⁉️⁉️

carlossainz55 aye you bastard answer my messages 😑 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc looks like little lando norris is all grown up 🥺

maxfewtrell oh he's all grown up all right 😏

lando maxfewtrell you keep your mouth SHUT

charles_leclerc maxfewtrell ????

user2 damn we got lando soft launching before gta 6

user3 she looks oddly familiar but I can't think of how

maxfewtrell 😶

user3 maxfewtrell TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

maxfewtrell user3 🤐

user3 maxfewtrell you BITCH

oscarpiastri looking tan mate 👍 ♥︎ by author

user4 do we think oscar knows who she is

maxverstappen1 why was I not informed about this

lando because you have connections 😄

maxverstappen1 lando so you're assuming I'd tell others ??

lando maxverstappen1 don't play the victim we all know you love to gossip 🙄

user4 lando says max v has connections to her 🤔 does that mean she's part of the f1 world ♥︎ by author

user5 YOU'RE ONTO SOMETHING

user6 LANDO LIKING ?????

user7 maybe she's a sister of one of the drivers??

user8 no way that would ever happen lmao

lando

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lando they do say Italy is the country of love 🫶

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user9 soldiers we've lost him 🫡

carlossainz55 🫡😢 ♥︎ by author

user10 carlossainz55 LMAOAOAO its okay carlando lives on forever

oscarpiastri don't do anything I wouldn't do kids 👍

lando I'm literally older than you 🤓 and she's your age...

user11 NEW INFORMATION UNLOCKED ‼️ mystery girl is brunette, 23, knows f1

user12 that unfortunately doesn't really help much

user11 user12 yet...

danielricciardo since when did you take good pictures 🤨 ♥︎ by author

lando she taught me 🤭

user13 THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING YOUR HAND 💔

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous girl ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 I recognize that back...

lando SHUT UPPPP

lando maxverstappen1 wait wdym you recognize her back 😾

charles_leclerc hey my sister went to Italy recently too lmao imagine if you ran into her

lando heh that would be pretty funny 😅

maxfewtrell lando can you be anymore obvious mate

yourusername I cant charles is so oblivious 😭

lando

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lando 🌊🛥️ maxfewtrell

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maxverstappen1 interesting...

oscarpiastri stay hydrated folks 👍

lando yes dad 👍

charles_leclerc looking clean 🔥 ♥︎ by author

arthur_leclerc cute couple 🤝 ♥︎ by author

lando I hope you'll still think that when you realizewho she is

maxfewtrell 🤪

arthur_leclerc maxfewtrell 🤔

carlossainz55 you two better be keeping it PG 👀😏

lando more like MA

charles_leclerc lando be safe use protection ☝️

maxfewtrell charles_leclerc ☠️

charles_leclerc maxfewtrell ?????

alexandrasaintmleux tell her I said hi 🎀 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc you know who she is??

alexandrasaintmleux charles_leclerc hehe....

user14 I HAVE A SUSPICION ON WHO IT IS BUT Y'ALL WILL CALL ME CRAZY

user15 SPILL

user14 user15 I THINK SHE'S yourusername

user14 hear me out: she's oscars age (who are both 23), she's brunette (like charles lorenzo and arthur), charles told us that his sister recently went to Italy on lando's post of pics from there, she liked this post, AND alexandra (charles' gf) commented on this and the last post

user16 user14 WAITTTTTT I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT

yourusername

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yourusername cat's out of the bag I guess 🤗 this is my cutesy boyfriend lando 💗

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user17 WHATATATATAAT YOU'RE WHO LANDO HAS BEEN SOFT LAUNCHING ⁉️

maxverstappen1 I KNEW IT ♥︎ by author

user7 I CALLED IT BRO I SAID A DRIVERS SISTER AND YALL DOUBTED

user8 IM SORRY 😣

oscarpiastri finally!! congrats 👍 ♥︎ by author

maxfewtrell NOOOO I WAS HAVING FUN TROLLING

yourusername yeah we know 😄

user18 how did lando pull a leclerc

lando excuse me???

user19 lando she's literally an angel and then you're.... lando

yourusername user19 that's exactly why I love him :)

lando yourusername I love you too baby 🥺 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc what the FUCK.

charles_leclerc I'LL KILL HIM

charles_leclerc WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU HUGGING THAT THING

lando "THAT THING" ⁉️⁉️

charles_leclerc lando fuck off je ne te parlais pas

lando charles_leclerc I don't understand french 😢

yourusername lando maybe it's for the better my love 🥰

charles_leclerc yourusername "MY LOVE"???? UNBLOCK ME AND ANSWER MY CALLS

alexandrasaintmleux yourusername don't unblock him he's got steam coming out of his ears... and arthur also showed up

maxfewtrell 😎🍿 ♥︎ by author

lando glad you're enjoying this while I'm fearing for my life

charles_leclerc WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS TOUCHING MY BABY SISTER????

arthur_leclerc WHY IS HIS MOUTH ON YOURS IN THAT TWEET

charles_leclerc POURQUOI TU SORS AVEC LUI?? JE VAIS LE POUSSER DANS LES BARRIÈRES SUR LA VOIE, ATTENDS JUSTE

charles_leclerc lando YOU SAID YOU WERE KEEPING IT MA ON THIS VACATION

arthur_leclerc don't worry bro I'm sharpening my axe 🥰

lando arthur_leclerc AXE?!?!!? WHY DO YOU HAVE AN AXE??

maxverstappen1 lando it was nice competing with you

lando ☹️

user20 damn lando I wasn't familiar with your game 😮‍💨

lando everyone being so surprised that she's dating me is quite insulting 😪

leclerc_pascale beautiful ❤️ ♥︎ by author

yourusername I LOVE YOU MAMAN

lando I'm too pretty to die 💔

arthur_leclerc who lied to you??

lando arthur_leclerc your sister I guess ♥︎ by author

lorenzotl lando you're only digging your grave deeper

lorenzotl I'm so happy for you ma petite soeur ❤️ ♥︎ by author

yourusername thank you enzo I love you ❤️

arthur_leclerc lorenzotl YOU'RE OKAY WITH THIS ?????

charles_leclerc does he make you happy.

yourusername yes very happy 🥹

charles_leclerc yourusername is he respectful.

yourusername charles_leclerc he couldn't be more of a gentleman

charles_leclerc yourusername I still don't like this 😡 but... I'll give him a chance

lando charles_leclerc THANK YOU PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I SWEAR I'LL BE THE BEST BROTHER IN LAW

arthur_leclerc lando BROTHER IN LAW?????

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick ‘has been a barista like 90 times over 50 years of comics Grayson’ can absolutely prepare whatever drink you want him too. He can also guess/ judge what your go to order is.

With the bats

He can guess what WILL be there favorite even if they’ve never tried it before

——————

Bruce on 13 mins of sleep fucking exhausted but even Alfred isn’t giving him shit bc they HAVE TO crack this case: hrn

Dick plopping a take away coffee cup in front of him: DRINK

Bruce goes through a quick is this my son or a shapeshifter, mind control, demon situation before deciding fuck it we ball and taking a sip: this… tastes different

Dick: yeah

Bruce ‘actual freak who grumbles when coffee isn’t bitter enough’ Wayne: this is good

Dick: yeah it’s a red eye

Bruce: hrn

Dick: yeah no problem B

——————

Jay (just got done fighting aliens and needs to get back to whatever he was doing before) : get me a Drink as black as my soul

Dick: sure

Dick brings back the drink from the kitchen

Dick: strawberry iced matcha with oat milk right here for you

Jay: what the fuck Goldie

Dick: I saw you sobbing at the notebook a week ago don’t play tough with me and don’t fucking lie we both know you like tea more.

Jay sputtering: Don’t PLAY TOUGH? BROTHER I PUT A BUNCH OF HEADS A BAG AND MADE THE UNDERWORLD INTO MY BITCH

Dick: yes yes Jay now go drink your tea and run along

(It is the best fucking thing he’s ever tried, bought a matcha making kit as soon as he got him, has denied it ever since but Dick doesn’t buy it and keeps making him the drink)

—————-

Tim:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick: you’re a heathen

Tim: proudly

Dick: fine take the monster and go OH MY GOD

————————

Steph wincing at the taste of a latte: there’s something seriously wrong with this place, no matter how much sugar I add it’s just bitter

Dick: yeah Steph it’s bc they burn the beans to get more use of em

Dick: you could add all the cream and milk you want it’s not gonna do shit

Steph: ugh this is the only coffee spot on my campus in so screwed

Dick pulling out a takeaway coffee cup: don’t worry I brought you some from home

Steph: Jesus fuck this is delicious

Dick: upside down sweet almond latte with caramel and double espresso

Steph: should’ve married into the family with Tim god damn

Dick: Cass is still an option

Steph: what

Dick: what

——————————-

Dick:

Duke:

Dick:

Duke:

Dick: you’re one of Tim’s heathens aren’t you

Duke: just because I like energy drinks more doesn’t mean I don’t LIKE coffee

Dick grumbling: should’ve left you with the cops

Duke: what was that? I didn’t hear you

Dick thrusting the coffee cup at him: just take it, end my suffering

Duke: oh damn that’s good… what is it

Dick:…. It’s Vietnamese style coffee

Duke: fuck I might I have to switch, Jesus that’s good

Dick vaguely smug: another victory

—————

Dick: hey Cass

Cass: busy… like you should be

Dick: yeah, yeah I have like 6 mins of free time left before I have to meet up with Robin (Tim) for an op

Dick: anyway i made you strawberry hot chocolate

Cass: this isn’t coffee

Dick: it has 180 milligrams of caffeine

Cass: how?

Dick: don’t ask difficult questions

Dick: where the hell did she go?

Dick: is this how everyone else feels about us?

——————

Damian: I want coffee

Dick: you’re an infant, no

Damian: IM 15 GRAYSON

Dick: a certifiable baby

Damian: I hate you

Dick: you would hate me more if you stunted your growth and ended up Tim sized

Tim: HEY!

Damian: this is true… apologies Richard

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Tag Team (Deadpool/Wolverine)

Description: Wade is distracted during a mission so afterwards all 3 of them fuck in the Honda.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,773

Request:

IM OBSESSED WITH WADE AND LOGAN AS A TEAM... May I request a smut where both of them fuck fem!Reader?

Idk reader could also be a hero and it happens during a mission, I trust your writing!!!

Wade had been distracted the entire mission. It was to the point that Logan was getting annoyed with him even more than usual. Y/N had no clue what they were fighting about but was also annoyed with both of them. “Can you guys shut the fuck up?” She growled at them. They both stopped arguing and looked at her, “Can you stop being so hot?” Wade asked. She rolled her eyes and put her finger to her mouth to shush him. “Yes mommy.” Logan looked at him with disgust.

Wade was a kinky son of a bitch but Logan never got used to it. They were trying to kill bad guys but Wade was about to ruin it. Y/N had been so into the mission she had failed to see both of them checking her out. She did have blood all over her but what was new? Wade and Logan both had it bad for the girl but Y/N was oblivious. Before Wade could say anything else the bad guys appeared and they had to kill.

Y/N shot at them, never missing. Logan clawed them up and managed to get more blood on them than before. Wade? Well he was still distracted and barely did anything, “WHAT THE FUCK, WADE?” Y/N yelled at him. She pulled him right out of his dirty thoughts. “Y/N and I just did all the work.” Logan added. “Well my bad that I can’t stop thinking about taking you both to a whole new world of pleasure.” Y/N stared at him with a blank look.

She was really tired of him acting like this, especially on a mission. “Well next time don’t come.” She said and walked away from him. Logan followed but not before growling at him. “Oh come on! You guys act like this isn’t hot as fuck.” He whined, catching up to them. “What’s hot about killing people, Wade?” “EVERYTHING!!” Y/N sighed and stopped walking. “Wade, I’m very flattered but now is not the time.” She said to him. “Wait so there’s a time?” He asked. She sighed and started walking again. 

The Honda Odyssey was the only “bed” that they had which sucked ass but it had to work. They all reeked of blood and guts but Wade couldn’t stop thinking about fucking Y/N in it. “So about earlier, is now the time?” He asked. Logan rolled his eyes and Y/N sighed. She sat up in the backseat and stared at him.

He was still wearing his mask and Logan took his off. “Wade, don’t you wanna fuck in a bed?” She asked, looking around the car. “Honey, I would fuck you in a volcano.” Yeah cuz that was a turn on. She looked at Logan, “What about you?” She asked him. He opened his eyes to look at her, “I wouldn’t fuck you in a volcano but this is all we have.” She laughed at his words and put her weapons on the floor.

“Alright guys. Let’s have some fun.” Wade was out of the car and to the backseat before she could finish her sentence. Logan got on the other side of her and she looked between them, “I’m not sure how this will wo-” Both of them attached their mouths to her neck. She gasped at the sudden action of them and she never noticed that Wade lifted his mask. Their lips moved sloppily on her neck, leaving marks. She gripped both of their necks and pulled them closer. They both placed a hand on her upper thigh and she leaned back against the seat, taking them with her.

Her eyes were closed as they marked her neck until she had purple spots. Logan moved down to her cleavage and Wade’s hand brushed against her pussy. She gasped at the feeling of both of them. Logan kissed and sucked the top of boob while Wade managed to get his fingers in her body suit to her bare pussy, “Holy shit.” She breathed out and he chuckled. “Ya like that princess?” Wade asked as his fingers rubbed her clit.

She was soaked and had been for a few hours now. Logan moved from her tit to the floor and spread her legs. “Move your fingers you Merc.” Logan said to Wade. Wade whined but did anyway so Logan could feast on her pussy. “Take this off.” He demanded her. She undid her body suit and Logan helped her get it off until she was fully naked in nothing but gloves and her boots. Logan chuckled as he looked at her wet pussy.

He sniffed her and sighed, “Fuck darling you smell delicious.” He told her and licked up her clit. She threw her head back and moaned. Wade watched as Logan ate her out and got even harder. He looked at Y/N who had her eyes closed and her breathing was harder. He leaned back too and turned her head towards him and kissed her. She weakly kissed back and moaned into his mouth. Logan was eating her out like an animal eating its first meal.

It was everything. Her hands gripped his hair making him moan into her pussy. The vibration made her whine and Wade stuck his tongue in her mouth. She let his tongue explore her mouth and Logan’s explored her pussy. Her hips bucked into his mouth and she shuddered at how close she was, “I’m gonna cum!” She whined into the kiss. “Cum on his beautiful face.” Wade told her and that did it. She fucked her hips up into his face and came all over. Wade praised her as she rode her sweet orgasm.

Logan flattened his tongue as she did all the work until the pleasure was gone. He pulled away from her pussy and smirked at her. She loved the sight of him covered in her cum. Wade did as well, “Damn wish that was me.” Logan got back onto the seat next to her and kissed her, giving her a taste. She moaned into his mouth. “Fuck that’s so hot.” Wade said. Y/N pulled away from the kiss and moved to kiss Wade giving him a taste as well. While they were kissing she took his mask off and threw it on the ground. Wade was never insecure around them.

They made him feel loved. She broke the kiss and moved in between his legs. He looked down in shock as she pulled out his dick. “Kiss.” She told them and without protest they did. She smirked as she watched for a second before running her pretty fingers over Wade’s cock. He gasped into the kiss. She wrapped her hand around him and jerked him off a few times before taking him into her mouth. Her mouth was the best thing to fuck.

It was wet and warm and felt so good. She placed her hands on his thighs and gave him the best blow job of his life. Wade was the loudest one out of the three of them. He fucked up into her mouth as the car rocked. The windows steamed up as they kissed and she gave him the best blow job ever. “Fuck. Your mouth is amazing, baby.” He moaned.

Logan watched as his dick went in and out of her mouth. Sure her mouth was good but her pussy was even better. Logan and Wade stopped kissing once Wade got really close. He threw his head back and cried out as he came in her throat. She pulled off of him and pulled Logan down for a kiss. She let Wade’s cum travel into Logan’s mouth and he swallowed. Wade gasped as he had never seen anything like that before.

Y/N smirked at him and got back in between them. “So I want all or nothing. You both have to be inside of me at the same time.” She says and they both nod before getting naked. She got on the center console of the car and they both managed to get their dicks in her at the same time. Their car was small but it managed to work. Y/N gasped at both of them penetrating her at the same time. Logan tried to let her adjust to the size but Wade didn’t care and started thrusting.

Her moans were loud inside the car and it felt very hot. Her jaw was dropped and her bloody hair was wet with sweat as well. Wade laid his head on the head of the carseat and groaned out. Logan who had more stanamia than both of them was fucking her fast and hard. Wade tried to keep up but it felt better this way.

“Shit you both are so fucking good.” She whined as one dick would hit her spot and then the other would right after. “You’re one to talk princess, your pussy is so perfect.” Wade groaned. Her moans turned to screams as she started thrusting back on them. The perfect rhythm began and all 3 of them were making loud noises. The heat of the car made things more intense.

Logan’s hand that was gripping one side of her hip was squeezing to the point of bruises. Y/N wished more than anything that she could see how fucked out they both looked but that was the con with doggy style. Especially in a small car. Wade groaned as he felt her pussy squeeze them, “Fuck princess, I’m about to cum.” He announced.

Y/N smirked before moaning as she squeezed them tighter cuz a loud moan to release from Logan. He barely moaned but when he did it was amazing and hot. “Fuck sweetheart, If you do that again I’m gonna cum too.” “That’s the plan.” She whimpered and squeezed them. “Where do ya want it, pretty girl?” “Inside of me. Both of you.” She cried as she too felt closer to the edge.

Wade groaned loudly as he came hard inside of her pretty pussy. Logan was a few seconds later and stilled behind her as he came. Y/N helped them ride it out as she came next screaming their names. The car smelled of sweat and sex as they both pulled out of her. Wade collapsed back against the seat and sighed, “Man I do love a good tag team after a crazy mission.” He said. Logan glared at him, “You didn’t even help.” Y/N turned around to look at the two. “Boys don’t start.” She warned and got in the middle of them. “Maybe if you guys are good we can go for round 2.” She smirked and brought them both in for a kiss.

[whosmariaaa]

— drabble of this !

college! sukuna had been having a rough day. first of all, you were sick, so he didn’t see you all day. second of all, he had a big game tonight, but you were still sick so you couldn’t come and cheer him on. he was unbelievably pissed.

as their coach scolded sukuna for playing too aggressive for the nth time, his friends started picking up on his behavior too.

“awww, is lil’ old sukuna missing his girl?” gojo grinned widely.

“shut the hell up, before the guy cracks your fucking skull open,” toji replied, passing the ball to another teammate. sukuna simply had his teeth clenched, really trying not to show how pissed off he was and snap at gojo again.

he stole the ball from said teammate, roughly shouldering him, which caused another scolding from the coach.

“what the hell is up your ass, man? just play the damn game without trying to assault your teammates for once,” coach yelled through the court.

sukuna was three seconds away from assaulting the coach too if he didn’t shut his ass up. “i’m winning the fucking game for you people. be grateful, dumbass,” he argued back.

despite succesfully throwing the ball in the hoop, scoring yet another point, a few seconds later sukuna was on the bench was shouting back at the coach. safe to say the man was now fuming. all he wanted to do is go to your dorm and have you in his arms. now he was stuck in this trashy ass place.

eventually sukuna was let off the bench again, and they of course won. yipee, yay, happy ending. now he could finally go to you. but then to make matters even worse, gojo and toji forced him to go to their usual frat parties, calling him boring for wanting to go home. sukuna almost knocked their teeth out. God forbid a man wants to see his girlfriend.

now, one too many drinks in, and maybe half a blunt, and sukuna was gone. this was probably the drunkest he’d ever been, and that says a lot.

joining into all the stupid drinking games, beating up several guys for looking at him wrong (toji had to push him off before he actually killed someone in front of everyone (gojo was filming everything in glee)), and pushing off girls that weren’t you.

“damn, i don’t ever think i’ve seen you this wasted,” toji commented as he dragged sukuna back to the couch where gojo was.

“fuck you talking about? i- i’m not feeling shit,” he stammered, plopping onto the couch, which made both toji and gojo raise an eyebrow.

“still missing y/n?” gojo teased. sukuna turned his head, giving gojo a death stare. “what the fuck do you think? all i wanted to do tonight is be with my girl, and you useless idiots dragged me into… this shit,” he replied, words slurring slightly.

then, a mischievous grin appeared on gojo’s face. he pulled out his phone, unbeknowst to sukuna and started filming.

“wow, you really love y/n, huh?” toji chuckled, catching on to gojo’s doing.

“of course i do. you guys have been taunting the fuck out of me ever since i laid eyes on her. can’t get her out of my damn mind either,” sukuna started, completely oblivious to the phone pressed up in his face.

“didn’t ever think i’d fall in love. especially not with her. she’s a bitch. but i love her. more than anything, i think,” he rambled, “she’s my beautiful girl. and i love her attitude. and i adore the fuck out of… just her.”

gojo snickered, slightly tilted his phone so toji could see his screen and send it to you. you, oblivious to everything happening with your boyfriend at the moment.

but as soon as you opened your messages, and saw some video of sukuna, cheeks a little flushed, onto the couch manspreading, with music and gojo’s giggles onto the background you knew enough.

and yes, your heart did do a few flips at his words. sukuna isn’t very verbal on his love, but he tries. so yes, this is definitely an ego booster, and maybe you fell in love a little more. but this man is drunk out of his mind without letting you know AND called you a bitch.

so, after bribing their location out of gojo, you immediately went to the dorm, in hoodie and sweatpants, still feeling a little ill. but surely it didn’t take too long to find your boyfriend.

he twas throwing a sucker punch to yet another innocent man who has probably done no wrong, cussing him out. he shoved the guy off, making him hit the wall. you sighed and walked over to sukuna, and grabbed his arm to catch his attention.

he looked over to you, eyes dazed and narrowed in disgust. “don’t fucking touch me, you nasty bitch. i’ve got a girl,” he sneered in distaste, roughly pushing you off. was he actually serious?

“it’s me, you shithead,” you snarled, giving a slap to his bicep for pushing you away. then, he really looked at you, and his eyes immediately seemed to soften.

“oh, it’s you,” sukuna mumbled, his head tilting as that stupid smirk of his appeared. he stumbled closer to you.

“yeah, it’s me! what the hell, man! what’d you call me a bitch twice for?” you snapped at him. but you didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“mhmm, missed you, baby,” sukuna responded, pressing a kiss to your neck. you melted a little, but refused to show it. he was still wasted, and you were still angry at him.

“yeah, yeah, c’mon, let’s go to my dorm,” you muttered, a little quieter. he didn’t fight back once, he even seemed a little too eager to go back.

you said goodbye to toji and gojo, who were both smoking sukuna’s left over blunt. sukuna just threw up his middle finger without looking at them, because he quite frankly couldn’t keep his eyes (nor hands) off you.

after forcing him to take a shower, brush his teeth and drink some water, that man was still drunk. he held you in his arms, your head on his chest. he kept staring at you as if you hung the moon.

“you’re so pretty, sweetheart, y’know that, hm?” sukuna hummed, as he raised your head to look at him.

“i mean, you’ve only told me sixteen times this hour, but thanks,” you reacted, but you couldn’t help but smile a little.

“so fucking smart too. i’d die for you. i’d kill for you too,” he added, looking at you with heart-eyes almost. honestly, you felt butterflies in your stomach at his words. you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“i’ve already killed for you, y’know that? that little bitch from the party. he’s fucking dead somewhere in a dumpster,” sukuna smiled.

well, then the butterflies kind of died, because his smile and tone seemed a little… too genuine.

but he was under the influence of alcohol, he was just babbling nonsense. sure, sukuna’s a tough guy, but he’s not a violent murderer. he’s your loving boyfriend… right?

but you just decided to shrug the weird feeling off and kissed him, and replied, “love you too, asshole.” and after that, sukuna fell asleep like a brick, soon followed by you, as the two of you laid on your dorm bed in peace that night.

──★˙🍓̟!! thank you sm for the request, you’re so sweet i literally love you to death omds😣💗 i do not know what to think of this part idk… but i do hope it’s readable! and thank you babe @yerimoon for giving me some motivation to write!! anyway, reader of course doesn’t know sukuna is secretly an evil little guy, but now shes lowk finding out😱😱 if you guys want more of this series lmk please!! thank you for reading!!! 💗💗

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[dilf-docs]

I Can Fix Her (No Really I Can)

jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader

summary: jackson's loud mouthed spoiled princess has suddenly gone quiet. what or who could be behind such miracle?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (20s/50s), pwp, p. in v., oral (m. and f. receiving), brat taming, dacryphilia, pussy spanking, fingering, humiliation kink, dom!joel, sub!joel if u squint, soft!joel (look at that switch sandwhich fr), brat!reader (she's annoying and v mean, you've been warned), denial is a river so take this before the world mourns joel miller again

word count: 5,391 words

side note: new layout my citizens! will eventually update all of the blog but as for now, enjoy this one and the masterlist. quick thing, i just wanted to say that i had a very shitty week and for the life of me, can't find a way to make ttdik pt. 4 not oversaturated with angst bc i wish all men a very pleasant die or how to connect what i've written so far. note that this was kinda rushed; i feel confident of some parts and not the whole thing. just hoping it works for y'all! (based on this request)

Joel Miller isn't who he used to be before.

Life in Jackson has made him... soft. This version of him, tired of a life of killing and running, tainted with blood and regret. But he's now an uncle and a father. Well, used to be. Ever since Ellie had found out the truth and wanted nothing to do with him, he had somewhat become downright pathetic. Joel could be both Jackson's most useful man, even at his age, while also being their biggest wretch. Ah, yes: Joel Miller, the man who lived in the house down the street, alone and certainly worth the townsfolk's pity.

Maybe that's why you couldn't bother to be nice to him. In your eyes, a man like Joel just didn't deserve your time or respect.

But it wasn't personal, really. He happened to, unfortunately, be in charge of your patrol. That, in your eyes, made him your enemy: a person to be defied and picked apart. And the worst part is, in his current position, Joel just didn't have the energy to fight you back.

"You want me to cross that wearing this?" your protest comes in the form of a whiny pitch. "Ew, no. I'd rather be dead"

At least dead, you wouldn't be a bother. He rolls his eyes, rubbing his face tiredly. The rest of the group watches the interaction in silence, expressions pretty much the same.

"I promise 'cha, princess. Ya' wouldn't want that"

The nickname should irk you, but you let it pass. It is no news to anyone that you are indeed a princess: Jackson's resident little spoiled brat.

Sheltered from early starts of civilization's downfall, maybe your parents had done more bad than good trying to protect you and settling early on in Jackson. You had grown to be a pampered bitch who made Joel's patience wear thin. Of course, to keep him busy and distracted, Tommy had assigned you to Joel. And while he'd rather not spend his days on a house too big for a person, he too wasn't exactly excited about having to deal with you on your patrol shifts.

(If you could call them that. You did anything but patroling)

You cross your arms, petty. "I'm not moving unless you carry me"

Maybe your need to defy him also came, partly, because of this: the way he's looking at you right now, a quiet rage simmering in those big round brown eyes that remind you of a kicked puppy, but when they burn, they seem like a forest fire, old remnants of the hunter that had been tamed by domestic life and a broken relationship resurfacing.

It excites you.

All your life, people seemed to bend to your will-- a force of nature: to your cruel harsh icy wind. You kept Jackson down at their knees, but it wasn't kindness, rather your shoe up their throats what put them to your feet.

Yet, Joel... he could be a loser to you, but he was probably the only one you'd met to be insane enough to defy you. The only man who didn't succumb to your fluttering eyelashes, pink lips and princess manners. No, he ignored the way you looked at him and your constant begging for attention, leaving the job to those men who seemed to follow your every step, ready to be themselves a carpet for you to step in. He'd roll his eyes and walk past you like you were the most bland, boring and uninteresting thing in the world: not worth a second of his attention. Joel simply wouldn't entertain your spoiled attitude past replying to a few snarky comments.

And that revolted and aroused you in equal parts.

It's not like you could escape your obligation, but perhaps, the bigger reason you chose to not skip patrol like you used to before his arrival, is to see Joel Miller's sinking ships for eyes try to wash over your rebel flame.

"Be free to stay then" he replies, but you don't miss the way his grip on his rifle turns white. "I ain't carryin' no one"

"I can carry you" one of the guys from your group offers.

(You can't remember his name)

"Sure" you chuckle, victory smile dancing on your lips at the sight of him looking above his shoulder in a barely stolen glance, thinking you won't notice.

But you do.

Joel Miller fucking hates you.

After five decades alive, he simply can't stand the idea of breathing the same air as a spoiled little brat like you.

Joel's seen destruction, loss, hopelessness and blood up close, and the thought of you walking around like the world owes you a favor fills him with vitriol.

He's been alive for fifty-six years so he's simply just tired. Too tired to give a damn about your attitude, despite how you manage to press all his buttons every time you open your mouth.

He still remembers the first time he met you, how you laughed like people did before all civilization was destroyed. You walked with a confident strut, boots clicking against Jackson's streets, every step made with determination. Like you knew just where you were going.

He envied you, in a way. After Salt Lake City, he seemed to have lost his path, all in the name of love. Then, that warm feeling had turned cold and cruel like all things in this world ravaged by pain, and he felt even at more loss than the first time he experienced grief.

But you? You lived everyday with a dismissal so cold it seemed like nothing could hurt you.

He missed that part of him who just survived: hardened by the world around him.

But Jackson tamed him. Ellie made him soft.

And then you brought up that old dark part of him: the putrid black liquid that spewed through the cracks of his new character that made him loved by Jackson. The same one that made people fear one of Boston QZ's most brutal smugglers. It was that vicious anger, red on his vision like the ichor that would splatter on his clothes or cover his bruised knuckles.

He hated you for it.

But that was in the past, and Joel Miller simply didn't care.

Yet, you made him care. Outright forced him to.

In a way, it seemed like you enjoyed this: the banter of contained rage and practiced patience, dripping as a leak until it overflew. You'd shot your bratty remarks and petty complains until he'd turn around and see you. Then, you'd smile, like that's all you needed to feel better. Far superior. And he hated it. Knew your little game, and fed into it, even as he told himself he wouldn't. Like a drug: a destroying addiction.

Joel didn't understand why you took the time to enrage him, having even heard once when he was late for patrol (he overslept), how you talked bad about the, in your words, Lonely Pathetic Man From The House On The End Of The Road.

Joel Miller has been patient. God knows he has. But he isn't religious, and was never the type to let things pass by.

No. Joel Miller was born with impel, and no matter how many love he had to give, the world around him constantly reminded him of the power hidden behind the exertion over others, how alive he'd felt with the gift he'd been given by heaven.

He isn't patient. He isn't a fool. He isn't pathetic: and Joel Miller will take matters between his rugged hands.

Tommy had arched an eyebrow first, looking at just his and your name on the patrol schedule.

"What's going on?" he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his brother.

"Found a cabin deep on the forest" curt, "I'ont need lot'a people to scavenge the place"

In the end, he agreed. Who didn't? You, obviously, the reason so many before him had gotten rid of their obligation of you. To flirt with you at the Tipsy Bison? Hell yeah. To have you in their patrol team? God, no.

"Where is everyone else?" you cross your arms above your chest, bracing yourself because of the weather. "Also, isn't this climate not patrol appropiate?"

Joel's not dumb, of course he knows that-- he can feel his aching joints shiver and bones creak because of the temperature. But he also knows he's sick of your shit.

"Ain't you little Ms. Know it all" he mocks, brushing past you, shoulders clashing with the same harsh force the icy breeze does to your face.

"And you're an asshole" you're quick to counter, "bringing us out here in the cold. If you wanted to kill me, you could've made it easier for both of us and done it way back in Jackson"

He rolls his eyes at your incessant bickering.

"Watch y'er mouth" is all he says, the brat hanging dangerously close to the tip of his tongue.

"I'd rather watch my step, thank you very much" you purse your plush pink lips, annoyed. "Have you seen the size of this roots? I will trip and break myself"

He chuckles at your hyperboles and the way you jump in a rather exaggerated manner, more in amusement than irritation.

"Don't think ya' can handle all'at?" Joel taunts. "Gon' break like a doll?"

Doll. It hangs in the air, like the snowflakes that fall into your hair and his eyebrows, the white fusing with his own.

"I'm strong" but it comes out weak.

"Don't seem like it" he's laughing at you again, a sharp annoyed edge to it. "With all that complainin' ya' do"

You huff, your incredulity condescing in the air.

"What's wrong with that?"

"With bein' annoyin'?" Joel quips.

"With voicing out my concerns"

He's walking ahead of you, yet you see his shoulders slump, like he does when he disagrees.

"Those ain't concerns, jus' moanin' and bitchin'"

It's still inside the fun banter you're carrying, harmless, but for some reason, it strikes you in the face.

"If you can't stand me so much, why don't you quit on me, like the others?"

You may seem cold, but there's that cut that always bleeds. Or it may be the need for something that blurs the line between you and those survivors out there who've outlived the worst a man can endure.

Like Joel.

You just can't help wanting it all.

Joel stops on his tracks at your words, response barely above a whisper:

"'Cause I ain't a quitter"

As if that could bring any sense into what had started the moment he layed eyes on you.

You finally reach your destiny in silence, the old cabin hanging by a thread.

"This looks like shit" you comment out loud.

Joel lets out a laugh, a deep rumbling sound coming out of his chest. For a reason, red dust makes it's way into your warm cheeks.

"No, doll. In this world, this ain't shit. It's decent"

You don't miss the way your breath hitches and heart skips a beat at the petname. He doesn't miss the way his tongue burns and his jeans squeeze at the sight of you: powerless.

God, Joel could go to hell for this. (But he'd probably be fine)

"Decent? You're one to talk" it spills out, your fear attacking the only way you know how when you're nervous.

Bite.

You hate feeling weak. You hate how your own game has turned on you.

It seems, Joel Miller isn't just a pathetic man but one who knows how to play.

(You knew this. But now, it's real, not the image you touch yourself to during nighttime, and it's equally both exciting and scary)

The red desire for hunger is there on his eyes. "What's that s'pposed to mean?"

You tilt your head, tone feigning innocence. "I think you know what I mean"

He paces around the room, like your floral scent is too suffocating and the cold isn't enough to shake the fire that burns inside him.

"Spit it" he dares, stopping midtrack. You remain silent, so he walks over to you, face so close, some spit lands in your face. "I said, spit it"

"I think you're pathetic, Joel Miller" yet, for some reason, your heart wavers. What were you even doing? Never had you doubted yourself once, sometimes even finding pleasure in the wicked cutthroat words you'd spew, but today, as his face stands dangerously close to you, his breath ghosting over your lips as his eyes roam over them and you count his wrinkles, it feels wrong.

"'S that what 'cha think, doll?" he chuckles, leaning forward. His lips barely brush against yours by mistake, yet it's enough to send shivers all over your body. "Wanna know what I think? I think you're da' real pathetic burden here. Fucken annoyin' and unuseful. All you know how ta' do is complain' and be a bitch"

"A bitch?" your voice is loud as your roar back, probably because it's coming into your face with the force of a train. But that's how truth feels, and it hurts like hell. "Did you just call me a bitch?"

He laughs, bitterly so, equally irritated as fascinated by how easy it's to see you crumble.

Joel made you out to be this unbreakable force, but at the end of the day, you're human, just like him.

"And y'called me pathetic, s' I guess we're even"

You look crazy: hair disheveled by the wind, chest going up and down and that same craze look on your eyes.

"Fuck you, Joel Miller" you seethe.

It's a simple comeback. No witty retort, no elaborated plot. Just four words, yet it's the way you said it, venomous, with such hostility, like his presence alone made you sick. Your skin crawl. Like the thought alone of being equals couldn't pass through your thick skull, and you had to get rid of just the concept; an ofense.

You pull back, realizing how truly close you were. You then march to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

With Joel, there's always a first when it comes to you.

(The first man to catch your attention. The first man to show lack of interest or amusement to your well-known tactics that worked every time. The first man to make your skin crawl like seeing yourself in the mirror. Like you would stare until your image would imprint on your brain, and you'd pick apart every small detail you don't like about you. That was Joel fucking Miller, rolling like thunder, ready to strike over your walls, like he knows where to hit to make you crumble, as if the façade you've built is as much in vain as the hate you carry even with the easy life that's been given to you)

He may be the first man to make you cry.

"Come here!" he shouts, roaring voice reverberating against the walls of the cabin. He swings the door of the bedroom open, finding your satisfied expression as you sit over the old worn out mattress, wiping your tears quickly with a harsh tug of your sweater, coat lying on the dirty floor.

"What?" you ask, as if you hadn't started the fight five seconds ago.

"Ya' think y' can shout and then leave like that?" he spits, "you fucken brat!"

A weird wild spark settles in the pit of your stomach.

"I can do whatever I want"

(The fire. It burns)

He scoffs at your childish response. "Not when y'er under my watch. Like it or not, y'r ma' damn responsability, kid"

Now it's your turn to sneer. "Don't call me that. I'm not a kid"

Of course you fucking weren't: he's got eyes. But goddamn, didn't you act like one all the time?

"Good" his voice adquires a weird tone to it, dropping. "Then strip"

It's like the air's been knocked out of your lungs.

You scoff. "Excuse me?"

"I know you ain't deaf" tone stern, "nor stupid. Are you?"

"Did you just call me stupid?" you raise your voice. Was he going to pull out every single insult from the book? Fair, you think, after you had told him to fuck off in the way you did.

(You were aware your words shoot to kill when you were mad. You had a lot of regrets about that)

"I asked 'cha if ya' were. If there's no answer, I s'ppose that's it"

"I'm not stupid" you counter.

"What?" he's asking you to say it again, like he hasn't heard you.

"You aren't deaf" you repeat his earlier words, eliciting a chuckle out of him.

The windows of the cabin rattle, the cold winter slipping inside the cracks. You shiver yet stand still, not wanting him to misinterpret your body language.

As if you'd ever surrender to him. As if.

"I'm sick of your bullshit" he seethes, "thinkin' ya' can make a clown outta me infront of everyone else, and then look at me like I'm sum piece of meat. Now it's your turn"

"My turn to what?" but this time, your voice wavers. You walk closer, eyelids fluttering.

His uneven breath condensces in the air with a shaky gelid exhale.

"Y'e don't know what you're gettin' into" he warns.

You smile at his barely contained temper. "I think I do"

Joel's body is completely surrounding yours in the bedroom. Before you register, he pulls you by your jaw with his hand.

"Still thinkin' that?" he mocks, thumb pulling your bottom lip down, forcing your mouth open. "Answer me"

But he's pressing his finger on your tongue. You feel yourself starting to drool.

"Ya' really want 'tis, don't 'cha?" his eyes darken, "droolin' like a fucken cockstarved slut. Now strip" his grip tightens, "I won't ask again"

Your body shivers, but no longer because of the temperature drop. A treacherous jolt runs in between your legs at the very first instance of someone putting you in your place. It feels too good to backtrack, but the last remaining drops of sanity plead you to quit.

"Joel" you say his name like a prayer, and he thinks he'd like to see you beg. "I was fucking around-"

"Don't make me repeat myself"

You sit on the edge of the bed, getting rid of your clothes. It's like your mind has stopped working and your body belongs to someone else.

But you want this. Fuck, you had begged for this: sharpening your knife to make your words cut deeper with him until the bleeding was too big to ignore.

You wanted this. Craved it. Needed to satisfy whatever foreign feeling you'd now attribute to your rebellious and spoiled nature.

(You had never been denied anything, and even now, Joel knows this, but can't help and too give in)

"Not so loud now, are we?" he jests, "but 's worth the view, lettin' 'cha run your spoiled tongue off"

He hums with approval at the sight of your body, your pliant energy making his hard cock twitch in his pants.

"You like what you see, Joel?" you ask softly, despite your resistence.

He groans at that, calloused digits grazing the soft skin of your virgin collarbones.

"I do, princess" he answers, lifiting your chin up. "I'll show ya'"

He takes your hand into his bigger one, moving it right onto the spot between his legs.

"You've been bad, little spoiled brat" Joel's voice rasps as your thighs rub together. Y'er lucky I like that"

He pats your cheek. "Wanna make it up to me?" you eagerly nod, desperate for Joel's approval. You hate not having the upper hand, and a part of you thinks you'd get it back if you behave well. "Good girl. Now sit"

He sits next to you, patting his thick thighs. You salivate just at the thought, moving your body over his denim clad lap. "Right'ere"

"Look at 'cha" he parts your legs, a hoarse tks falling from his lips. Joel chuckles at the wet mess that's created. "So fucken wet and I ain't even touched yet"

You feel his rough digits ghost over your dripping cunt, just as his lips had done minutes ago. The teasing sets you on edge, thrill coarsing through your veins. Without warning, his big palm slaps against your cunt, and you feel yourself soaking your folds like you had never ever before.

"Fucken dirty whore. You ain't no princess, gettin' wet to 'tis" he mocks, "what would daddy say"

"Shut up" you sneer, but your body is full of hormones and treason.

"Not when I'm above 'cha, darlin'. Wouldn't wanna piss me off when I'm the one who decides if 'tis pretty pussy comes or not"

"What makes you think I'll take shit from you?" but it comes out as a whimper. Smack. A jolt runs straight from your pussy, stinging from the contact. "Didn't take it when we where in patrol, why should I do now?"

He laughs, darkly. It's haunting.

"'Cause you want 'tis. And I know you'll be a good girl for me to get it"

You feel yourself dizzy, head spinning as you land on the floor.

"Let's see if I get 'cha to shut up if that dirty bratty mouth of y'rs is stuffed full of ma' cock"

He pulls down his worn-out jeans, getting rid of his belt on a harsh pull. The clinking sound makes you rub your thighs together in a new found anticipation, instead of taking the time to run away from this, whatever the hell this is.

No. He's right.

You want this as much as he does.

(Isn't that the scariest part?)

"Ya' like what 'cha see, y/n?" he's smart to use your same words back, but it's the way he's said your name, like he was always meant to say it, or the angry throbb of his cock, what makes you drool at the red furious tip, dripping with rage and need.

"I think it's your dick who's more excited than me" you taunt, tracing the inner soft skin of his thick thighs. "Practically begging for me to lick it"

His adam's apple bobs.

"Tell me, Joel, when was the last time someone made this pretty big cock feel good?"

"Enough" his fingers grab your hair, pulling you harshly until he drags your mouth onto his cock. "I'm tired of y'er bullshit"

You aren't a stranger, he thinks, with the way you kiss his tip, tongue making a wet circle through the head of his cock. You take him into your mouth, pulling out in a second.

"W-what you do that for?" he asks, breathing rapidly. Strained voice.

You smirk.

"To watch you"

To watch how his eyes had closed as soon as your breath ghosted over his leaking cock, how he threw his head back and gripped the sheets viciously at just your shameless lazy circling. Joel Miller could be in charge, but God, wasn't he touch-starved?

(And for a reason, that was so fucking hot. And, in a way, adorable)

"J-just 'cause I'm-" he cuts himself off, probably out of need or out of embarrassment. "You're not in charge, so don't fuck around with your chances, slut. Imma show you y'r place real quick"

His grip tightens in your hair, forcing himself back into your mouth. Joel was punishing, with the way he's pushing your head down until it was at the base of his cock. You gagged for a moment, eyes closing at the weight of his thick girth on your tongue. 

"Takin' it like a champ, princess. Usin' that mouth of y'rs for good" and then, with a softer tone he adds, "like ya're made for me"

You moan around him as he starts fucking into your mouth, pulling you off quickly, saliva slipping out of your mouth as you gasp for air. 

"Joel" you whine his name, legs pressing together in order to get any friction. 

"Now you beggin'? 'S gonna take more than jus' that, doll" he taunts, but there's a certain wicked softness to the way he traces your cheek as you scramble an attempt. "Try harder, princess"

"I'm sorry, Joel-"

He moves his head, clearly dissatisfied.

"Not Joel. Ya' call me sir when I fuck you"

A mewl escapes your lips.

"Sir" comes out like a faithless prayer, begging to be heard. "I'll do anything, sir, please, touch me"

"Al'ight, but still, it ain't 'nough"

Oh.

The hot tears in the corner of your eyes shouldn't arouse him this much, but the watery promise makes his cock twitch.

"I-I'll do anything, I swear" you beg, the salty tears stream down your cheeks in cascades. "It hurts, Jo-" you whine, "sir, please. Just fuck me goddamit!"

Your once poised voice, now reduced to a whimpering begging mess. Your red rimmed eyes, beginning to puff. It's the way a gloss seems to coat over them, making you look like a doe-eyed deer and not the brat who challenged his every decision and word.

Fuck, isn't he aroused.

"Lookin' so pretty when you cry" he smiles, but instead of wiping the tears, it's his tongue that licks them off your face. "You beggin' that bad to take my cock"

You nod, eagerly so.

"Please, Jo- Just, please. D-don't make me beg" your face feels hot and wet again, "I-I can't take it anymore. Just fucking give it to me!"

"Easy, baby. Can't understand a thing you sayin'" Joel teases. "Where your manners at, besides?"

"Please, sir" he gently pulls you up, humming in satisfaction.

"Goin' crazy over my cock, baby? Y'sure have a nerve to call one pathetic if you gon' act like this, you little brat"

But he is the one moaning when his lips cature your mouth with a fierce impulse, like he wants to devour you whole and swallow your vocals, as to never speak up again.

(But then, he wouldn't hear his name on your sweet albeit snotty voice, and that's a privilege he can't forbid himself from, no matter how annoying you can get sometimes)

"Please" you whisper one last time. He wipes a stray tear with his rough thumb. "I'm yours"

"See, baby? It ain't that hard to shut that mouth of y'rs"

He guides you to the old bed while renewing the kiss, tongues now engaged on a battle for dominance, like even without using your words you'd still need to assert your power over the other. You moan into his mouth when your body slams against the mattress and Joel lands on top, his weight sinking you in the old bed, that creaks.

"I just want to be a good girl for you" you whimper.

"You sure of that? Not gon' be a brat?" and despite his harsh tone that seems to humiliate you, his wandering fingers are gentle with each touch, like if he were to put any more force, you'd break. Joel thinks it's not necessary with you: just with you begging for his cock, he's broken you.

"No, sir" and then you whimper as his mouth dives to the collarbones you had taunted him with before. Joel takes his time, inhaling the musk and savoring the sweet of your skin. Needy whines leave your lips, and he's having the time of his life seeing you surrender so easily, like you had no idea what limits to push, where they'd take you and how you'd pay for that.

"C-Can I touch you?" you whisper, hands itching to tangle on his grey parted hair. He chuckles at the eagerness and tenderness you don't seem aware of.

"S' you can be sweet if ya' want to, huh?" he leaves a fluttering kiss to your chin. "Needy and desperate too. Do ya' want to touch, princess? Remember to use y'r words"

"Yes, sir. I-I want to touch you"

"Thought I disgusted you, hmm? I take you've learnt y'r lesson now?"

"Yes, I've learned. Please, sir, won't do it again" you plead.

"I'll allow ya' to touch, doll" he gives you a smirk, "but 'ts all you get for now"

He lets your hands cling to his coat, taking it off. Then, you proceed to his buttoned shirt, fingers flidding with buttons until you grown annoyed and desperate, pulling the fabric over his head with need.

"Look at 'cha" but there's only adoration, proven so when he starts to kiss the trail of soft skin that goes from your neck to your stomach, making you squirm. "Easy, baby. 'M gettin' down there"

He finally reaches your core, kissing the inner side of your thighs with wet and sloppy lips. His hot breath tingles over your clit, and a beat later, his mouth presses into your cunt, your back arching at the cold contact of his chapped lips against the humid hot of your folds.

You muffle a moan, embarrassed at the whole situation.

"Ain't need to worry 'bout nothin', doll. Nobody can hear us" he grins, tongue flicking your clit. "Wanna listen to your pretty whimpers as I make 'cha feel good"

You cry out of pleasure, the sound escaping past your lips. Joel has a laugh.

"Good girl"

Joel rewards you with another series of minstrations on your bud, licks made with determination only the expert man knows of. He then slides one finger into you, slowly moving it in and out of your soaked trembling heat. 

"M-more" you beg, eager to get more fingers inside you. "Please, more, sir"

You buck your hips to try to get closer to him, meeting his thrusts.

Joel tuts, "What're you doin', spoiled brat? Did I tell ya' to move? You were doing such'a great job... guess I gotta punish you-"

"No!" you shout. "Do anything you want, but touch me, please- touch me!"

He introduces a second finger, raising his brow at the immediate way you clench around him. Joel curls them, robbing another moan out of you.

"Feels good?" you can't answer, as a hard thrust robs another moan from you. "But I'ont want 'cha to think we done, princess. Think I'd let you come, jus' like that? After all's happened?"

"Need you" you tug him closer with your arms holding onto his. "Joel, sir- please"

"Oh, princess" he smirks, "I think you don't know what you askin' for"

Joel grabs his hand around his length, coating the tip in your slicky juices, and then, he presses his length into you in one thrust.

"You're big-" you pant as he gives you time to adjust to his size. Joel then picks up an unrelenting pace that makes moans spill out of you like a fountain, the pace of his thrusts sending you closer and closer to the edge. 

"N-need to-"

"Don't" he seethes. "Ya' won't 'till I tell ya' can"

All you could do is moan, helplessly pinned between his body and the bed. Your whole body shakes in an effort to contain as his hips loose their rhythm, his groans louder as he gets closer and closer to the edge. 

"Al'ight. 'Cause you've been good" his cock drives through your walls with rhythmic melodies. "Cum, princess, but when ya' do, look at me"

You're seeing stars the moment your toes curl and his head falls to clash against your forehead.

(The beads of sweat roll down out of him like trails to follow, and his scarred rugged skin doesn't compare to your soft one, painted with the maroon of his bites and kissing at the skin of your collarbone. The dried up trails of tears. Your begging and desperate voice. His name on your lips)

It only takes a few more thrusts before he spills in you, cock twitching until every last drop of thick hot white cum is pumped into you.

Joel then pulls out gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead before flopping onto you, the mattress dipping even further. With his hand, he removes a stray strand of damp hair, putting it behind you ear with such tender kindness, your heart strings pull.

"In fact, I want ya' to look at me next time y'even think 'bout defying me. See if that mouth of y'ers can talk after 'tis"

A week later, you're back at patrolling.

"Anyone got anythin' to say?"

The group looks at you. You're about to open your mouth, but Joel cocks an eyebrow.

Just like that, and you're gone. Great job, y/n.

"Whatever" you sound meek as you push past him, yet he catches a glimpse of your warm cheeks. "Let's go"

The rest are too stunned to speak, the silence only cut off by Miller's laugh.

"Would 'cha look at that?" he whistles. "Ain't nobody tell ya' miracles don't happen anymore on this goddamn world!"

credits: divider @kodaswrld / gif @chappellsroans

[ramonathinks]

matters of the heart — Nanami K.

summary: finding out your ex-boyfriend wrote a novel detailing your relationship isn’t how you expected this week to go and to make matters worse everyone on the internet now thinks your “character” is a total bitch. you decide to pay your ex a visit, but can you do that without succumbing to your natural urges? well, no!

tags: 18+(MDNI/blank blogs) slight porn with plot, oral (f! receiving), brief nipple sucking, daddy kink, creampie, i guess nanami is a bit toxic in this lol, nanami might also be a bit ooc in here

to the moaners: has this been sitting in the draft for about 3-4 months? yes! but happy birthday month, kento 😚. artwork by @/_3aem (twt); @ryomens-vixen (this was the fic I mentioned a while back) word count: 5.6k (yuck), I don't really like this

I’m going to kill him, that was the only thing on your mind once you closed out of the novel. Normally, your weekends were spent relaxing with a fruity bubble-gum colored cocktail but today was different. Shoko called your phone at exactly 9:26 am claiming it was time she divulged some news to you. At exactly 9: 28am, she sent you an online copy of a book titled, “Matters of the Heart” and told you it was nothing but a two or three hour read and then to call once you finished. 

The book had a slow start and it seemed pretty average, just any old love story. Lately, anything was getting published and it seemed that was the case here — wait, you paused your reading and sat up straight. No. Just no. Something just clicked for you which led you to completely start over from page one. 

The moment you finished, at exactly 1:01 pm, you grabbed a salmon colored low cut shirt and light washed jeans, slipped on your white shoes and hurried to get into your car. You didn’t need to call her phone because you were going to talk to her face to face; this situation warranted a real conversation. It was nothing but a 17 minute drive to Shoko’s house, so when you arrived at exactly 1:18 pm, her door was already open. “They’re bashing me, Shoko. Fucking bashing! How could he do this to me?” Were the first words that flew out of your mouth, holding your phone close to her face so that she could see the reviews. 

“Well, it’s not like anyone would know it’s you.” She yawned, handing you a cup of water – probably because of how crazy you looked – before she ushered you to a seat on the couch. A golden brown blanket was lazily thrown on the seat, which she hurried to move. You sat down and faced her with a look of what Shoko could only describe as pure sadness. She had seen you like this many times before, all because of one person. 

“You did.” You sniffled with an eye roll, you couldn’t help but feel uncertain. Reading this book only brought back more uncomfortable feelings towards the breakup and him. You thought that you were over him and the memories that the book produced made you question everything. One question remained which is: Why?

She giggled drily. “Hey, I read all his works. Pseudonym or not. He can’t hide from me. Plus, I know you both and everything that went on. I was there too, remember?” She mumbled the last part. “Maybe this was his way of coping?”

“It’s been years… and I heard he’s announced a sequel. Shoko, a SEQUEL! It’ll be released later this year.” You spoke in a shaking watery voice while she rubbed your back in an attempt of comfort. Your mind could only think of what the reactions would be to your character in the sequel… insecurities that you never knew were there flooded your mind.

“There was enough material for a sequel? I thought he covered everything…” Shoko rubbed her chin and looked deep in thought. You just stared at her, she couldn’t be serious. “Sorry, ignore me.” She shook her head ignoring your stare.

“Do I even confront him over this? A-and how would that make me look, like I still check on him right? I’ll look crazy and bitter… which apparently I am. Oh and I’m bitchy and a ‘total cunt’ as they’re putting online.” He didn’t know just how much you changed, he missed your growth. Rubbing your eyes, you ask:“Why did you tell me about this? What made you take so long… I just don’t understand.”

“Well, at first… I didn’t think you’d care.” Moving a strand of her nut-brown hair out of her face, she continued. “Then about a month ago, I decided it was right to tell you, just in case someone else pieced it together.”

“Gojo read it then, huh?” You mentally cringed at the thought. It was the only person you could think of who’d be so crude about it. He knew how damaging the breakup was for you but not as bad as Shoko knows. Now, you’re just grateful that she told you before he did.

“Yep, so I figured that I had to tell you before he did.” She clicked her tongue. “But let’s just calm down before you make any rash decisions on how to handle this.” 

“He wrote a fucking duality series about me, our relationship, our sex life and you want me to calm down? Are you listening to yourself? This is a serious matter. I am being called a bitch, a slut and more on Goodreads and multiple websites, reviews, etc. and he didn’t even have the audacity to give me a heads up. You had to call me.” You let out an unladylike snort.“Why couldn’t he stick to his mystery novels? Wasn’t he doing good at those?”

“Writer's block.” Shoko said in a singsong-like voice. “He hadn’t written a mystery book since you two broke up and then… he alerted his supporters he wanted to switch things up and then… that was that. Ladies loved it, a big hit. By the way, if you two were really fucking like that I need to se—”

“Shoko, now is not the time!” Your face felt hot all over, your mind racing. “I just can’t believe this.” You wrapped your arms around your body and squeezed, giving yourself one big squeeze. It was hard not to cry but you could feel it all in your throat. 

“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think his intentions were to make you feel bad.” She hugged you to her chest, pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head. “I think he still loves you. I mean, isn’t this book proof? After all these years, he wrote about you.” 

“I’m sure he moved on by now.” You whispered, your eyes growing tired already and the day had barely started. “I just need to lay down. I need to rest.” Your mind seemed to finally grow calm and your breathing steady, a small hiccup now in your throat but with a gulp of water, you were better.

“Just stay here. I don’t trust you to be alone right now.” Shoko’s voice drowned out as sleep overtook you, you could only feel her warmth as she held you and honestly it was all you needed at this moment, Shoko always made you feel safe and you couldn’t thank her more than enough for that right now as you slept.

You were a light sleeper, it was always something that Nanami pointed out about you. He always said how he felt like he couldn’t leave the room while you slept even if it was to use the bathroom afraid to wake you. He knew how important sleep was to you and he’d risk having a bladder infection if you got all 8 hours that you required. Nanami was sweet and caring like that. 

You didn’t think you’d break up with him ever. He was the one for you and he always made that clear. He pampered you and even after the breakup – though you didn’t need it – he left you with a check for five thousand dollars, saying it was for his half of the lease for the next few months. 

The breakup was brutal for you. You almost quit working entirely. Shoko was the only person you’d confined into and the only friend you left to check in on you especially when you didn’t want to leave the house. She brought you groceries and helped you shower until you finally were able to get up again.

Though it was hard to believe, it was Nanami who broke up with you. You thought it was a joke, a cliche little joke. 

“Baby, I’m not joking.” His voice was quiet and husky, he spoke as if he was going to cry. “I just need some time to myself. I need to figure out if this is what I want. You don’t have to wait for me, you just keep on living your life and being happy. But… I think it’s time we let this go.” 

You didn’t cry in front of him. You didn’t cry when he packed his things up. You certainly didn’t cry when he shut the door, leaving his key on the table because you knew he was joking. He had to be. But when you called him and his number was disconnected and you were blocked on any form of social media… that was when you broke down and cried. 

It happened out of nowhere. You overanalyzed every aspect of your relationship for where you went wrong. You wrote down every conversation you could remember and dissected it word by word. You watched every video and picture you had of the two of you looking for a bit of regret or anything on his face. You read every text message, looking for malice. He said he needed time to figure out if he wanted this but he always made it clear that he did and even that he was looking forward to having kids together, you two had even gone ring shopping months ago. 

You didn’t sleep and when you did, it was only for 4 hours and sometimes barely that. Your heart had an ache in it and the tears wouldn’t stop. You could only think why wasn’t I enough?

When you opened your eyes Shoko was still holding you and a small smile grew on your lips. “Thank you Shoko.” You knew if you could count on anyone, it was always going to be her. She was the one who pieced you back together and made sure that life didn’t destroy you and you couldn’t help but to be grateful. 

“Of course. ‘M going to let you spend the night here, okay? Let’s get some takeout and watch your favorite movies, how’s that sound?” She knew the way to your aching heart like the back of her hand. 

“It sounds amazing!” You stretched your arms out wide, leaning off of her and sitting up. “Should we start with Uptown Girls or Legally Blonde?” 

It took two days before you confronted him. Shoko was adamant about not giving you his address and you were tempted to get it from her phone. But luckily, you wore her down, she was probably tired of you bringing him or his book in every conversation. So now you stood there, nerves washing over you in waves.

The mahogany colored door stared at you – mocked you – and you returned the glare before you knocked on it, hard. This was just a door and you were angry at the person behind said door, not the door itself. 

It was almost like he was waiting on you because the door unlocked and opened. He even stepped aside to let you in, quiet. His straw-colored hair was parted differently and he even looked taller or broader – you couldn’t completely tell – but he looked different… seemed different. The atmosphere around him made your stomach clench and it made you mad; why did it feel like only you suffered from the breakup? Here he was – strong and tall – and you were nothing or rather the same.

“You wrote a romance erotica novel about our relationship?” It was what you practiced saying before you got out of your car – making sure your voice didn’t tremble – this time, it didn’t. 

“Well, hello to you too. Even after three and a half years, you still like to get straight to the point.” He grinned, putting a hand on your back to guide you to a seat on his couch. “I must ask, what makes you think it’s about you?” He does a slight laugh and raises his brow.

“We have the same initials, almost the same name. Are you kidding me?” You retort, folding your arms across your chest. You tried to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your chest that occurred when you heard his voice after so long, hearing him and seeing that damned smile… your nose scrunched up.

“Sorry, I just didn’t know you kept up with me… with my books…” He muttered, glancing your way, a demure look in his amber eyes. “Should I be flattered?” Almost in an instant, he turned on a slight cockiness to himself, though his body language showed his nervousness – his thigh bouncing a bit and his fingers tapping on the couch handle. A light sense of relief filled your system knowing that you weren’t the only one being affected by this.

“I don’t.” You inhaled deeply. “Shoko told me about it and then, I checked it out.” Fiddling with your fingers and even picking at your nails, that was your tell all sign of nervousness and right now you were engaging in it more than ever before. 

“I wanted to tell you or rather, to ask you. I know you got the voicemails I sent last year…and then you kept dodging my calls.” He tells you, you could feel his eyes on you – or more so your fingers… the nasty habit that he had finally got you to stop all those years ago rushing right back in an instant.

“Writing a book to trash me and our relationship… to make you look like some sort of… ugh, like you’re so amazing and I’m just shit. Yeah, that certainly got my attention.” If you were coming off bitchy or rude right there, you couldn’t care less especially when there were worse things that you could’ve said or even could’ve done at this moment. You really wanted to slap him. 

“Is that all you got out of it?” He asks with his head low, almost as if he was admitting defeat or as if he couldn’t believe you came up with something so trivial. 

“Was there anything else to get?” You counter, shifting your body towards him. Maybe it was best that you sat down and actually listened to the author and his interpretations of his work.

“How about that I love you regardless of any flaws… how about I find your stubbornness and attitude sexy and how I knew this breakup would be good for you. I was holding you back. I mean, I heard you got promoted 3 times since we broke up… I just felt like I was changing you, hindering your growth. I needed to reflect on myself and this book helped that.” He tapped his fingers against his thigh, yet another sign of his anxiousness. “Believe it or not, I still care about you. No matter what happened between us.”

“What happened? You mean when you decided to just leave? You could've told me everything you just told me and I would’ve understood better. We could’ve talked and came to a compromise. You don’t understand what you put me through after it.” You were close to tears but you straighten your posture and sniffled, it was best not to think about what happened before. “I just needed a bit of closure too, I guess that’s why I came. I just was caught off guard. You could’ve knocked on my door or something, forced me to answer… forced me to talk.”

He met your eye for the first time since you came over. “You wouldn’t have listened,” He huffs. “Didn’t I mention how stubborn you are? Plus, I meant what I said. I needed time to myself and I think we both did.”

“I guess…But Nanami, this book was too much. A letter would’ve been fine if you needed closure, don’t you think?” You see his lips quirk up a bit before he licks them, trying not to laugh it seems.

“My publisher got a hold of some of the documents where I was just going over things, writing here and there. She loved the idea… plus I’m in a contract for six books so I had to put something out soon, it had already been a year.” He told you, sitting his chin on top of his knuckles. “I honestly didn't mean to hurt you. I was writing for fun… reminiscing about us and then later down the line, I realized I was writing because I wanted you to read it, I just didn’t exactly know how to get you to since you were very adamant on avoiding me, which is understandable. But regardless, I didn’t think it’d get on the bestseller list or for the reviews to get so harsh.” He admits, reaching for your hand before his hand froze in midair and he stopped himself, choosing instead to put it behind his head.

“Is there anyway you can stop the sequel from being published then… since you got my attention after all this time?” You asked, putting your most dazzling smile on, hoping to sway him. 

“I can talk to my publisher. Everything’s in print and materials are already done… but I’ll try to see if I can stop production.” His adam’s apple bobbles when he does a harsh swallow. “Are we… okay? Do you forgive me?”

The question made you pause. He always made it hard for you to not forgive him; it took one look or a smile and a small explanation and it made it easy to fall in love with him all over again, no matter what he did… it seems. But it made you ask yourself: Were you too easy? Did you really forgive him? It was thoughts like that swirling around the corners of your mind. You wanted to forgive him, he was just writing and telling a story… but it was your story, not just his. Using this for your attention when he could’ve written about anything else, he didn’t have to. Were you just ready to forgive him because you still loved him? 

You hadn’t realized how deep in thought you were until you felt the couch dip and even then, your mind was still spirling.“You don’t have to…” His voice brings you out of your thoughts, his body so close to yours that it was getting hard to breathe. He still smelled the same; citrus and woodsy and it was easy to get yourself sucked back in. 

“So you can write another book about my stubbornness?” You give a quiet giggle, scooting a bit away from him, seeing him frown from the corner of your eyes. You didn’t want to fall back but he made it all so simple. It was easy and you were already falling back on him and you didn’t need that… Did you?

“Baby…” Your body buzzed and hummed, turning to him with wide eyes. “I’ll do anything I can to make this right. Anything for you to forgive me… If they can’t stop publication, what can I do to make us right?” He was doing more than a gaze, he was full on staring and from how close he was it was hard to avoid. 

“Nanami I–” You stopped yourself. You couldn’t really think of anything he could do but you could think of several unhealthy things you could do to ruin your progress on going over him. He had betrayed you and made you a laughing stock so why are you stuck thinking about forgiveness when you should be leaving.

“I never stopped loving you.” His fingers traced up and down your pants but his eyes stayed on yours. “I never thought about anyone but you… I never slept with anyone… it’s always been you. But, I understand what I put you through and I’ll apologize every second until you forgive me…” The blond man who you never saw shed a tear looked more than close to it. “But just please… forgive me.”

“I’m sorry, honest.” He tries again after being met with absolute silence. “Just… let me show you, okay?” His breath tickles your face for a second and when you look into his cocoa brown eyes, you feel everything you once felt again.

Memories of good times dulls out the odd feelings in the pit of your stomach – the confusion and pain – instead are replaced with joy. The trip to Malaysia where he rubbed sunscreen on your entire body and laid back to read a book and you watched as his eyes kept drifting to you while you played in the cerulean water; how you kept begging him to come in until he complied and how eventually in the early hours of the morning when you wanted another dip, he fucked you twice — once in the golden lush sand and another in the cool ocean water. 

His face is in your thighs and you couldn’t help but feel better, feeling his breath fanning so close to your pants covered pussy, your body felt scorching hot. He’s grumbling, “Will you let me make it up to you? Will you let me show you how sorry I am?” 

You must’ve nodded because he was already unbuttoning your pants and helping you lay back, pulling your shirt up just a bit to see your perky tits – he must’ve remembered how you never wore bras unless you felt it was necessary, which was mainly work or any important events. 

He blew a bit on your hardening nipples before he took one into his mouth – playing biting them with a smug look on his face before he began licking around your areolas and kissing around the swells of your breast. He doesn’t say anything but he looks deep in thought as he kisses down your body, his fingers scraping down your sides as he works your pants and your panties all the way down. Bringing his head up for a minute, he looks in your face. “I love you.” He says it simply, heavy emotions swirling in his brown eyes.

Removing your pants and underwear completely from your body, he spreads your thighs and looks over your body – a trimmed low pretty bush sits between your thighs and it makes him smile, he always loved seeing the curled hair on your delicate lower lips. He spreads your pussy, watching the skin stretch with a deep smile on his face. You could feel yourself … the wetness leaking down under your body and it made you cringe, but the way he was staring at you made the insecurities vanish. “All this for me?” He takes a tentative lick before he slurps, clutching your hips. “I know you like to run… but I need you to stay put, got it?” It was hard for you to listen to him, your head already fuzzy and the thoughts swirling around were only about him, nothing more. 

Then your body bucks up, “Wait–!” A broken moan escapes your mouth when he presses a soft wet kiss to your clit. Nanami had always been gentle and very careful whenever he ate you out; making sure his tongue was wet enough and that he wasn’t too rough. His tongue was wide enough to make your back arch, your body leaving the couch when it finally hit your clit and he gave you no time to recover before he peeled back the hood, sitting the tip of his tongue there and rapidly flicked at the bud. 

Hearing the lewd squelching noises coming from the mixture of your cunt and his mouth made you close your eyes, squeezing them shut tightly. He spits before he licks it up and down your aching slit, nudging his tongue inside only slightly, much to your dismay. You’re gasping every second when more of his tongue slips in and out of your pussy; sliding a bit more each time and it makes your thighs shake. When he finally slips his entire tongue inside of you, curling it just enough that you can feel it everywhere, your legs attempt to close up around his head. “Please– ‘m so… soo–oh…” His fingers join in on the fun and in small sloppy circles he rubs your clit, pressing down on the pearl while his tongue continues flicking inside of you. The split second that you open your eyes, his are already on yours and it was that moment, that made your body tense up and for you to cum. 

It happens fast, clear sticky wetness leaks out of you and Nanami still tries to get more of it on his tongue, catching anything that drips and sucking on your folds. “Always so fucking good…” He mutters, spreading you again and smearing more of your slick on his face by shaking his head between your thighs, so that he’s completely covered in you. 

When he moves his head, embarrassment comes over you, looking at his wet face… even his forehead was wet and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby but… I’ll be right back, stay wet for me.”

Your heart hammers against your chest, lying there on this now wet couch. You didn’t come over here for this and yet here you are… about to get fucked and really, it was no turning back now. You’d been on dates with men after Nanami but they never lasted past the second date and you certainly hadn’t had sex in a while, but he made you come apart like it was nothing.  

But then again, Nanami knew your body… so of course this was a walk in the park for him. It honestly annoyed you right now, you couldn’t even make yourself cum half the time especially these last few years and now, barely an hour here and he has you right where he wanted you… bare and practically back in love with him.

Nanami came back with a fresh face and unbuttoned pants that he was currently pulling down. You clenched around nothing, your mind thinking only of the perfect dick that was going to be coming out of those pants. You licked your lips, this would be the first dick you saw in years and it was his. 

His drooling cock slapped his stomach and you swallowed, your mouth felt unreasonably dry. The length of his cock always impressed you, standing tall at seven and a half inches, he shakes with laughter which snaps you out of your daze. “Now let me look at you.” His whispers and even though he already saw you, both years ago and right now, you can’t help but feel hot all over again. He’s staring – drawing his eyes down every inch of your body –  focusing on your breast before getting to the stare of the show yet again. He smirks, laying you back down, pressing his body against yours to kiss you. 

Your breath was caught in your throat, his tongue still tasted of you and his hands cups your jaw. He’s gentle, his tongue moving around your mouth messily before he stops, saliva breaking apart when he does so. His fingers make a ghostly featherlight touch on your clit that makes you jump, the head of his cock at your entrance. He holds out his hand, close to your mouth. “Spit.” Gathering up some, you spit in the palm of his hand and stroke it along his length, huffing at the sensation. 

He pushes in, taking his time to work himself inside of you, a strained expression on his face. Hips pulled back, he focuses more on just the tip of himself fucking you, watching your pussy stretch with just the tiniest bit of resistance. Inching himself inside, you watch his torso flex and he groans, obscene noises plop and plap around the apartment, his heavy cock pushing in and out of you, your toes curling. 

“Pussy still mines, right? Didn’t give it away, did you?” You’re struggling to talk - to fucking breathe - your eyes rolling back and your jaw slacked but you babble out a soft ‘no’ which makes him finally thrust in you harder, completely bottoming out. You feel him in your belly, feeling full and embarrassingly wide with him stretching you out, his balls sitting on the crest of your ass before he moves. 

He moves you a bit, your bodies flush to each other and he moves his hips in harsh circles, his pelvis so close to your clit. His hands on your calves, he pushes your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, your knees touching your ears makes you tighten up and he groans above you.

“Nanami I-” You call out, eyes closed with pleasure shaking through your core, wetness slapping between the both of you. 

“Nanami? No, call me what you used to call me.” His hips slowed down, a whine escaping your lips. His cock dragging inside of your walls, pulling out slowly, awaiting your response. 

“Please…don’t slow down, Ken—” before the word even left your lips, his hand slapped your cunt, leaving your legs shaking a bit and your eyes snapping open. Drops of tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle, reaching for him… you couldn’t help but feel so small in his presence.

“Say it.” Then, you knew what he meant. A name that now feels foreign in your brain and even when it leaves your mouth, it comes out in a strange rattled whimper.

“Oh, oh… daddy, ‘m sorry. Please, keep fucking me. It’s so goooood!” He’s grinning before the words leave your mouth.

“Still my good girl huh? Always so fucking good for daddy.” He licks up your neck and it makes you tremble, your tongue lolling out a bit and he moves to suckle on it. “Did you skip over all those sex scenes or did you rub this pussy out to them?” He asks, his fingers digging in the back of your thighs. 

You choked out, sobbing, “I did, daddy… But I-I don’t want to remember everything.” 

“You don’t remember all the words I used to describe this cunt? This pretty pussy? That changed his life… my life? That made him always crawl back? That made him so fucking hard? The pretty words I used to describe you? To describe how pretty she always looked when he fucked her? How his heart felt like it was going to explode when she looked at him too long because he loved her so damn much?” He’s groaning in your ear, thrusting into you, his depth reaching your g-spot, your pussy spasming and begging for his cum at every word he uttered. 

Pumping himself inside, you could see the white creaminess that was on his cock, most likely because of you, he was constantly fucking the cream inside of you, your nails digged into his arms and he moaned at the feeling. Your stomach tightens and you move to push him away, “I’m going to c–cum!” You felt him throbbing inside of you, signaling that he was close too. “Please, cum inside of me… I can’t take it.” You couldn’t stand it any longer, it’s been years and you needed him to fill you up. He stopped for a moment, changing positions so that you’ll be sitting on his lap, grabbing your hips and forcibly bouncing you on his dick, dangerously slow. 

Wetness gushes on him as his tip hits you from a new angle, seeing the outline of him in your tummy, he’s stretching you again with each nasty thrust. Each drag of his cock making you go crazy and the aching between your legs continue, your body shaking and both of you moaning loudly and over each other. 

Finally, your orgasm rattled and shook your entire body, your pussy sucking him in, milking him for all he’s worth and it makes his body shake and he releases inside of you, trying to stay quiet as his body jerks up, unable to stop himself from fucking you through both of your orgasms.

It’s quiet for a while, just heavy breathing with you laying on his chest. “I love you too…” Your voice is scratchy and your face tear stained. He doesn’t say anything, his cock still pulsing inside of you.

“I know. I love you too, never stopped.” 

“Did you at least read the acknowledgements or did you just dive right in?”

“I never read the acknowledgements for books, thought you would’ve remembered that.” You watch him get up, walking around the living room, looking for something. You were both still naked and the entire room smelled of sex. 

“I did remember that and when you barged in my door, I already knew that you still hadn’t changed when it came to that. Here, read this part right here.” He brings you over a copy and you run your fingers around the softback cover with a small smile on your face; this silly thing had brought you both back together and right now you could give less than a fuck about those reviews. 

Feeling the spine of the book, you open it and can practically smell the scent of an unopened new book. Turning the first few pages, you go to the one page acknowledgment and read it aloud: “She might not read this book. But if she does, by chance. I hope she knows that I still love her.” You wiped your eyes and smiled. “You’re an asshole, you know?”

He lets out a hearty laugh, “I know baby.” Kissing the top of your head, he gets up and grabs his phone from the kitchen counter and you follow him. “I think I have enough material to write a third book now.” He grabs his phone and starts typing, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was deep in thought. Attempting to grab his phone he chuckles and uses his height to his advantage by standing taller.

Standing on the tips of your toes you snort, “Don’t even joke about that!” But a smile takes over your face and he can’t help but smile too.