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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : a collection of stories based on some of my favorite songs right now. the post with the most notes, reblogs or comments may be expanded into a full story! (yes, this part of the series only exists because i wanted to use the word prelude in the title hehe)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :
i am not dead! i've really been meaning to get back into writing, and music has always been my biggest motivation so i thought i'd really interlink the two!
playlist for the whole series can be found here if you want to listen along. characters & stories are not fully solidified for each part, if you have a vision, please send it over :)
some of these stories will contain mature themes, heed warnings accordingly
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 :
⌲ 'white ferrari' by frank ocean (1.10)
theo nott x reader, angst
⌲ 'i bet on losing dogs' by mitski (4.10)
⌲ 'the bug collector' by haley heynderickx (7.10)
⌲ 'put me in a movie' by lana del rey (10.10)
[trigger warning for song content]
⌲ 'you noticed' by lola young (13.10)
⌲ 'wildflower' by billie eilish (16.10)
⌲ 'the sick' by bella kay (19.10)
⌲ 'lacy' by olivia rodrigo (21.10)
⌲ 'supermodel' by sza (24.10)
⌲ 'forever ... (is a long time)' by halsey (27.10)
summary || in which the reader wants a valentine's gift, but Joel's not exactly her boyfriend
a/n || i'm so shocked i haven't written dark!joel before?? i love him, your honor. also, for the raider!joel concept, though overall popular for fanfic, i was personally super inspired by @toxicanonymity and @romana-after-dark. they both have fantastic raider!joel content, please check them out!!
➵ warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them, this may be triggering content!
➵ technically ooc to joel in the show, but his dark past is hinted at so yeah
➵ not proofread
➵ comment/message if you'd have a request
warnings || smut/dark (dddne)
➵ !! reader is held captive and is experiencing stockholm syndrome. other women to which the same this is occurring are mentioned !!
➵ dubcon sex
➵ unprotected sex
➵ manhandling
➵ controlling dynamics
➵ slight degradation
“you have to do something for her.”
joel wonders how, as his younger brother, tommy always seemed to be nagging him, instead of the other way around. his face pinches in a scowl.
"the fuck i look like? cupid?" he growls back at his brother, rifle sagging on one of his shoulders, forcing him to readjust. tommy rolls his eyes.
"ya even have john and michael doin' somethin' special for their girls." he reminds joel how the other men in the group, with their own souvenirs, at least showed their consideration of the humanity of these girls on valentine's.
"she probably don't even know." joel grumbles, and tommy snorts.
"oh, she knows what valentine's is. the other girls told her. said she'd have liked some clothes."
"the fuck she need clothes for, ya sayin' i can't dress my girl?" joel, ever defensive, hates being talked down to by his little brother.
he hates more the fact that she seems to tell tommy so much more about herself than she does joel.
"y'can dress her, joel." tommy sighs. "but it won't hurt if she wears somethin' other than yer crusty flannels once in a while."
joel rolls his eyes, but he, luckily, doesn't have to entertain the rest of the conversation. a deer rustles the branches of a tree in the distance. joel's a better shot than his brother, always has been. but he's also less agile. as he's about to shoot, his foot crunches on a stick.
the shot still hits the deer's back, but it's a far cry from the headshot he was aiming for. he swears under his breath, but him and tommy are both already stalking the wounded prey, the same glow of determination and predation in their eyes.
they were still family, after all.
she used to never be able to sit still. pre-apocalypse, that meant she was always either fiddling with something, reading a book, or talking but... in the past few years, it meant a lot more silent stimulation. it was okay, she got by counting petals of flowers to herself or tracing the veins of leaves with her fingers to keep her mind occupied.
but the one thing she'd never given up was company. she'd had family, or friends, in every walk of this horrible turn of events, until 6 months ago.
when she was snatched away from her cruel life by an even crueler man. stripping her of autonomy and privacy were mild in comparison to her loss of company. the only other people in the house leered or jeered in her presence.
she was usually locked away from them anyways. in a tall tower she couldn't even use her hair to escape from; kept captive for the satisfaction and pleasure of a bad, bad man.
that's what made her head spin, though. because he wasn't always. yes, he was always sullen, and scowling, rough around the edges and calloused in his touch. but he wasn't always bad.
he'd fixed the bathtub of the house they were squatting in so she could revel in warmth if he wasn't around.
he risked his life for a new pack of cards and even a few books so she could keep her occupied.
and he would sometimes press gentle kisses to her forehead when he slept beside her, unbeknownst to himself, and without realizing the effect he had on her.
when the other men had started getting antsy about her being the only girl around (with her obvious off-limits status), joel relented and let them bring back their own. it was to avoid mutiny and maintain control, sure, but... it gave her company, too. and that was important to her.
the women would confide in her. first, of their fears and then, of their growing affections for their own men. it made her happy, vindicated.
she wasn't alone in her stockholm syndrome.
she's looking at the flowers that michael got for jessica. it's almost comical, with that kinda man and their kinda relationship. but jess liked it - really liked it - and that's all that mattered. john had promised anna something too, which she was talking about as the front door opened.
a dead deer was carried in by the miller brothers, and then some of the other men helped bring it out back to the shed, where they'd scavenge enough to feed the group for the week. as she always does, she approaches and stands in front of joel, greeting him in a low voice. he regards her with a once over, nodding, before his head tilts incrementally up, signalling to his bedroom.
she nods shyly, retreating to the room on the upper floor as joel delegates some tasks, before coming up to join her. she's looking out the window - barred, 'for her protection'- and he finally speaks up.
"what did ya do?" he asks gruffly, referring to the events in his absence.
"played some cards." she smiles softly as she faces him, "talked to anna and jessica." that makes him grimace a little, and she's confused.
"what about?" she shrugs.
"stuff. john and michael are gettin' them things, i guess?" she says it unsurely, "they say it's for 'valentines'?" she says the word curiously, as if wondering if it was something the 4 had made up, or if it was a real celebration. his grimace worsens: he hates when tommy's right. feigning innocence, he continues,
"what's that, then?" she looks at the floor shyly.
"like... a celebration? of... relationships, partners, that sorta thing." it's vague, but it's all she knows.
"huh." joel doesn't continue it further, and he goes silent, as he looks around the room to change out of his dirty clothes.
she sits on the bed, watching him move around, and with every passing moment of silence, her worry grows. did she say something wrong? was he mad? what happened?
when he finally goes to join her, he manhandles her to face away from him. that only makes her more upset, and she feels the prickle of tears in her eyes, as she lays down, and he joins her a moment later.
laying behind her as she feels a tear roll down her cheek, he doesn't realize how upset he's made her: he'd only asked her to turn around so he could fall asleep with the scent of her hair.
she wakes up after he's already left.
she sighs, rubbing her eyes, that always ended up a little inflamed after she cried. there's a little wetness on her pillow, and she flips it so joel doesn't see.
tommy's downstairs, having saved a fruit for her breakfast. she takes it gratefully, cutting it up and fiddling with the bite-sized pieces.
there's something on her mind - tommy, he notices these things. he wished his brother would, too.
"he's getting supplies." he assures her, knowing what was agitating her. she snaps out of it.
"hmm?" she pops a piece in her mouth, sweetness exploding on her tastebuds as she bites into it, "oh. right, yeah." she realizes what he's saying, "didn't he just get some?" tommy shrugs.
"he likes to go out to the abandoned mall - it clears his head." that makes her squirm.
"is he mad?" she mumbles, and tommy pats her shoulder.
"at you? never."
it wasn't exactly true, she thought. he's gotten mad before: if she talks too much to the others, when she doesn't listen to him, or when she finds herself in danger.
tommy knows joel's not mad in those moments. he's just terrified of what could possibly happen to his girl.
after finishing her fruit, she curls up under the blanket upstairs, wanting some time to herself. humming a melody - she thinks it's one that the guys will sing in an off-key fashion when they get particularly drunk - she tries to occupy herself by counting each of the little plaster bumps in the ceiling, and then all the small flowers on the dingy wallpaper of the room.
she gets to 78 when the door swings open. jolting awake, she makes eye contact with joel, who's looking down at her form under the covers.
"somethin' happen?" his voice is less gruff than usual, and she shakes her head.
"nope. just waiting." she gives him a weak, shaky smile. he doesn't return, but he doesn't click his tongue in annoyance, either. it's a win in her books.
he's got a backpack, and it looks pretty full. she wants to ask what's inside, but she knows he'll tell her if he wants to. he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed. she scoots over so he has space.
"let me see you." he instructs, and she sits up, crawling out of the covers. sure enough, she's wearing one of his flannels for warmth, and had slipped into a pair of his boxers instead of her otherwise nonexistent pajama shorts. he's silent for a long moment, before he brings his fingers to examine the material. goddamn, was it old, frayed almost everywhere, and the chest pocket had a hole. he sighs, finally speaking, "comfy?"
she blinks, confused, "huh?"
"'re ya comf'rtable?" he repeats, voice gruffer. she lets out a nervous exhale. was it a trick?
"ye-yes. yeah, i'm comfy." she assure, and he hums.
"heard ya want somethin' new." he finally looks her in the eyes, something he doesn't do all that often. she shuts her eyes, cheeks heating in embarrassment and worry. dammit, tommy, she thinks, knowing the younger man had told joel about her offhand comment on clothes.
"it's fine, i'm happy with this." she splutters out quickly, hoping she won't upset him. he sees right though it though.
"yeah, yeah." he scoffs, waving a dismissive hand, as he gets up. her heart clenches, wondering if he was really angry, when he reaches for the backpack, throwing it at her.
it's not an aggressive throw, and lands on the mattress beside her.
"open it." he instructs, and she swallows thickly, unsure what to expect. the zipper is a little worn, but she eases it open... only to find not only clean but colorful clothes inside. she looks up at him in confusion.
"what...?" and for the first time in a while, there's just a hint of a smirk curling at his lips.
"go try 'em on." he encourages. giddily, she beams as she gets up, taking the bag of clothes into the cropped bedroom. he slumps back on the bed, trying to will away his fatigue. it'd been a hassle to collect all the clothes - more so, to find clean one he thought she'd like - so he leans back, waiting for her to return.
she lays out the clothes on the cramped sink counter space, starting with a simple pair of slightly flared jeans, pairing it with a light blue cropped cardigan. she goes out to show him, an obvious pep in her step.
he looks up as she enters, eyes trailing up and down her body, including the way the outfit fits her curves, and the slight glimpse of midriff.
"don't you look pretty?" he drawls, and, though it almost sounds sarcastic with his hard features, a light smile plays on her lips. she tries on 4 other outfits she could make out of the 10 articles of clothing he got her, and he seems to like each one even better. sure, he'd taken the initiative to ensure all of them were a little revealing - he deserved an eyeful for his hard work, after all - but she seemed genuinely happy, and the bright smile on her face almost rivals the cleavage that she shows off in some of the outfits.
when she shows him the final outfit, he pats the space on the bed next to him, and she obliges, sitting beside him.
"happy?" he finally murmurs, pulling her closer by the hem of her pants, and she nods excitedly.
"very." she assures, softening, "thank you." she doesn't need to clarify her sincerity, as it pours out in her tone. he caresses her cheek with his calloused thumb.
"good girl. you make sure to tell the girls." she almost laughs, knowing she'd show off the gift in the same way jess and anna have been with theirs. he wanted it to be known that fucking michael and john couldn't treat a better than he could, "got one more thing f'r you." he pulls her so she's standing, procuring two more pieces of small fabric from his pockets.
she inspects them, eyes widening a little when she realizes it's lingerie. he glances back at him, and he has a brazen and unashamed glint in his eyes. she's about to make a joke that this one seems more a gift for him than for her, but refrains, obliging with a small nod of her head, and taking it to the bathroom.
she strips out of her clothes, pulling up the lace fabric. the panties are practically a thong, shaping her ass nicely, while the bra enhances and perfects the curve of her tits, a small, red bow in between the cups, matching the bow on the hem of her panties.
she looks hot, and damn, is his taste good.
going back outside, a noise escapes his throat - like a guttural growl. he signals her to turn, and she does, giving her an ample view of her ass. he grabs her by the hips as she does, and she squeaks, as he pushes her down on the bed.
"oh!" she gasps, trying to sit up, but he's on top of her in a moment, mouthing at her neck roguishly, a sloppy trail left in his wake.
her skin erupts in goosebumps, but she knows better than to touch him when he gets like this - his need for dominance forbidding it. her hands grip the covers to ground herself, as his lips trail downwards, cheekily biting the bow of her bra, and taking a nip of her skin along with it. she moans, jolting, and he slaps her thigh - but gently. he's not meaning to hurt her - and trust her, she can tell when he is.
"stay still." he hisses, finally parting from her torso to marvel at her, "good lord, gonna fuck you in all this, sweetheart." he mumbles, more to himself than anything else, as his hands cup her breasts framed in the bra, squeezing softly so as to not damage the material.
usually, he'd revel in pushing her down to choke on his cock, and, when he was feeling more generous, he'd go down on her like a ravenous man.
but he was a simple man, who had been generous enough tonight. and he wasn't putting her in a position where he can't see her in the whole get-up, so the blowjob was out too.
fuck it, he thinks, reaching for the belt of his pants, i need her.
she gets up to help him undo his pants, but he forces her back into laying down, "wanna see you." he grumbles, finally undoing his pants. already hard, he palms his cock, eyes rolling back, "fuck."
he lowers again to shift the slit of the panties to the side, exposing her arousal, swiping his fingers through her mess, making her bite her lip. he wipes it gently on her cheek - a wholesome act, with a backdrop of degradation and depravity. he presses a soft hiss to the bow on her panties, making her shiver, before rising to his full length.
"you want it?" he grunts, as he strokes his cock, adjusting so it's lined up. she whimpers, as he's prolonging both of their suffering just to highlight her need for him. pathetically, she nods, and he laughs - barking and cold. "i can't hear you."
"yes!" she gasps out, unable to hold back anymore. he smirks in satisfaction, shifting his hips forward to bottom out in one stroke.
she cries out, eyes rolling back and head lolling onto the mattress, trying desperately to adjust to the stretch. he doesn't have that same decency, animalistically beginning to move his hips.
a squeal gets caught in her throat, and she cave to her instincts, gripping the wrist of the hand he's holding her waist with, squeezing as an indication of not her pain, but her pleasure.
thankfully, the adjustment was quick, and her surprised squeaks morph into pleasured moans, as he grunts on top of her, eyes raking the way that her tits try to bounce in the confinement of the bra. unusually, he's not annoyed by her touch, and it only makes him move more aggressively, as he can tell what makes her pleasure increase - as she'll squeeze his wrist harder.
"who's making ya feel this good?" he growls, "who takes care f'ya, sweetheart?" she chokes, garbled, broken moans escaping her.
"y-you!" she manages to gasp out, "o-only you, no one else, you - you take care of - of - oh, fuck!" she squeaks, feeling the pressure of her orgasm, "gonna - can i please - please-?!" she begs nonsensically, but he understands her - of course he does. she's his girl, after all.
"cum, sweetheart." he assures through gritted teeth, "who's making you cum?"
"y-you-" she cuts herself off with a cry as she cums, body stilling and legs trembling, as he continues to thrust and she rides out the orgasm.
he follows right after her, the squeeze of her cunt around sending his body into overdrive. collapsing on the bed beside her, the two remain silent for a minute to catch their breath.
finally, he clears his throat, getting up, and pulling her up, too. "go, clean up." he instructs, voice less gruff and softer, asking her to do something for her own good as opposed to his, "then change. don't think i can do another round right now." he knows that if he sees her in the outfit for longer, he'd get hard again.
with a woozy head, she does as he says. when she changes, though, she decides against the clothes that he bought her. she loves them, of course, but their either too coarse or flashy for night-time wear.
besides, they don't provide the precise comfort of stability that the flannel and boxers she puts on again does. though she tells herself she's not sure why joel's clothes seem more comforting than the new clothes, she's lying.
she feels more comfy in them because they smell and feel like him.
he's already knocked out when she exits, sleeping on his side, having evidently left the perfect amount of space for her to curl into his side, pulling his arm over to cradle her.
summary || in which theo admits the inherent flaw in their relationship
a/n || music helped hella with the writers block guys i wacked this out in like 45 min also pls guys i know it's not top shelf work but it's also been a year since i've written anything lol
➵ part of a series; check the masterlist ^!
➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!
warnings || pretty angsty, technically sad ending
➵ possible ooc i never read the original theo nott work lol
hogwarts was surprisingly quiet after dark.
given all the shenanigans she’d heard about in her last seven years here, she’d always expected the castle constantly milling with the three gryffindors - led by the infamous harry potter - finding some new problem they’d have to save themselves from. a magical creature on the loose, a teacher getting too arrogant or treacherous and maliciously acting under the veil of darkness. it was almost amusing how much action the school had seen in such a short time, but she never really could focus on that.
she was at school, after all, not cut out for a life of mystery and adventure.
her boyfriend didn’t agree, along with his gang of friends. always causing trouble, or getting up to something. of course, he was always the quietest of the bunch, never going out of his way to placate the more mischievous likes of mattheo and draco. that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tag along, simply for the camaraderie of it all.
he was the one to first lure her out of her dorm after hours - a siren song of cigarettes and whispered intimacy in the empty rooms of his newest hidden recluse. often an empty classroom, perhaps a broom closet, or a period in the room of requirement. but his favorite, the one he’d always go back to, was the astronomy tower, with the observation deck always left open, perfect to not cause the fumigation of the acrid smell of smoke, and to look at the stars when the british weather allowed a cloudless night.
it was thrilling, at the beginning. hiding in corners from filch or a passing professor. his hand clamped over her mouth even in moments where there was barely a worrying noise, just to hear the hitch in her breath and her soft lips against his rough palm. soon, she was able to find her way all on her own, climbing up to the deck, feet padding against the occasionally creaky wooden floors as she’d greet him with a kiss and subsequent grimace from the smoke he’d try his best to blow away from her direction.
tonight, those dead eyes she stared into - under the murk, she knew there was mirth and warmth - were perhaps more glossy than usual, and maybe a bit further away than she’d seen them before. the tray between them, nearly brimming, indicated how long he’d been there and how much it had taken from him. she shifts closer, fingers brushing his hand, splayed beside him on the wood to support his weight.
“theo?” she murmurs, so softly, the flick of the lighter may have covered it. but he’ll never miss the way his name sounds coming from her, gentle and sweet. like it truly meant something.
“bella?” he return, voice gruffer, coarse from the smoke curling against his throat and lungs. she sucks in a stilted breath, as if trying to manually filter the smoke from the clean night air.
“what happened?” she presses her hair away from her face, shifting to face him. he lets out a sigh, and a plume escapes his chapped lips.
“nothing.” it’s a bold faced lie, and he knew she wouldn’t believe it for a moment. but it’s all he knew to do - deflect.
“don’t do that.” her voice isn’t sharp, instead, almost pleading. she’d known, before her and theo started dating, even before they were friends - he was broken, in a way she had no idea how to fix. she wasn’t sure if she could… or if she wanted to. and this was the worst - the blatant dismissal of her concern. theodore nott was king of the clouds - but wasn’t hubris what killed icarus.
she can see the tick in his jaw as he inhales through his lips again.
“n.e.w.t.s are soon.” he finally settles on, running his fingers through his hair. she looks closer. his pronounced under eyes looked even darker than usual. skin paler, maybe yellow - by the moon or his own lack of self care, she wasn’t sure - and cheekbones alarmingly defined. the epitome of stress, and hauntingly beautiful.
“you’re gonna do good.” she assures in a small voice, reassuring and sweet, like he really could be so much more than his name and lineage. it almost makes him laugh.
“school’s ending, bella.” he mutters gruffly, almost frustrated. hogwarts was the only thing separating him and his father’s wishes, delaying the inevitable as he tried to achieve the impossible - peace. her brows quirk in the middle, expression softening.
“so what? you think we won’t find time for each other?” he lets out a bubble in his throat out of his frustration, stubbing the half-finished cigarette. she rarely saw that, having watched him savor dozens up to the filter.
“my father expects me to wed.” she blinks, confused.
“wed? but you’re so young.” it seems illogical. how could they possibly marry - they were just entering the real world. he scoffs, sparks of annoyance coming out of him.
“you think he cares?” his tone is biting, cold, and she almost flinches. seeing the way her face falls, his head does, eyes closed as he hangs his head. he takes a deep sigh to soothe himself, “he… expects a pureblood marriage, bella.” he finally whispers, like it physically pains him, because it does. god, it does. her lips part in realization, shifting up, to check she heard him correctly.
“he - he expects you to marry someone he chooses?” she’d only heard bits and pieces about his tyrant of a father, but never expected this extent. she never expected he would force them apart in such a way. of course, she’d realized how important purebloods are to all the slytherin legacies, but she didn’t expect it to affect the notts - purely because of how theo let her fall in love with him, and - well - she wasn’t one.
theo is silent for minutes. so long, she wonders if he’s dozed off right there, in a buzz of smoke and unravelling secrets.
when he finally reaches to take her hand, she almost jolts out of his grip.
“i don’t want to let you go, bella.” his voice is strained, tight, and for the first time, she sees fear in his eyes. mind warring with the fear of his legacy, the fear of his father, and the fear of losing her. he pulls her wrist closer, reverent, as he kisses her palm, eyes glossy, as he holds back tears of anger, and exhaustion.
“you - you don’t have to-” she insists, the tension of stress and fear bubbling in her too.
“of course i do.” he says it with such sadness, finality, like it’s a universal truth, the gravity of their relationship.
“there must be a way to make it work, you can’t just-” she almost says it. give up. like it’s his own lack of discipline causing this, instead of the insurmountable pressure that makes his chest physically hurt. his grip on her wrist tightens, almost to the point of pain, before he loosens the pressure, shoulders sagging, and his head falls against her shoulder. gripping her so tightly, she worries he’ll crack a rib, but as her robes dampen under his face, she hugs him back rigorously, as if he may disappear in front of her.
it’s an unspoken understanding of the futility of the unfair circumstance, and he kisses her neck when he finally pulls away, angling her chin to look up at him. his face in the shadow, she can only see the glint of his tears off the moon reflecting off her own ones. he wipes them away with a coarse hand, looking down at her with the most adoring look, as if mapping every freckle, every pore, every strand of hair - everything that was the face he fell in love with. he let out a strained breath, tenderly kissing her.
it was nothing like him. his kisses were claiming, rough, needy, knowing. now, in the unknown, they turn soft and pleading. as if each last kiss will exonerate the circumstance, as if they could fix a single thing.
“we must be able to do something, theo.” she whispers between them, and he presses her forehead to hers.
“we’re not powerful enough, bella.” it’s a quiet submission - to the status quo, to his father, to his lonely life of riches and discontent.
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : a collection of stories based on some of my favorite songs right now. the post with the most notes, reblogs or comments may be expanded into a full story! (yes, this part of the series only exists because i wanted to use the word prelude in the title hehe)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :
i am not dead! i've really been meaning to get back into writing, and music has always been my biggest motivation so i thought i'd really interlink the two!
playlist for the whole series can be found here if you want to listen along. characters & stories are not fully solidified for each part, if you have a vision, please send it over :)
some of these stories will contain mature themes, heed warnings accordingly
if you wish to join a taglist, send me a p.m. or leave me a comment and i will try to add you to following posts.
hope you guys enjoy!
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 :
⌲ 'white ferrari' by frank ocean (1.10)
theo nott x reader, angst
⌲ 'i bet on losing dogs' by mitski (4.10)
⌲ 'the bug collector' by haley heynderickx (7.10)
⌲ 'put me in a movie' by lana del rey (10.10)
[trigger warning for song content]
⌲ 'you noticed' by lola young (13.10)
⌲ 'wildflower' by billie eilish (16.10)
⌲ 'the sick' by bella kay (19.10)
⌲ 'lacy' by olivia rodrigo (21.10)
⌲ 'supermodel' by sza (24.10)
⌲ 'forever ... (is a long time)' by halsey (27.10)
yo is there any actual interest in a kane multichapter fic? i've been debating outlining it for agesss but don't know if he's a popular enough character to write about. please vote lovelies <3
yo is there any actual interest in a kane multichapter fic? i've been debating outlining it for agesss but don't know if he's a popular enough character to write about. please vote lovelies <3
𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕤 - young!marcus acacius x priestess!reader
complete masterlist | pedro pascal masterlist
words || 𝟏.𝟗𝕜
summary || in which the reader meets a young soldier under the watchful eye of cupid
taglist || @shesservingcvnt
a/n || ancient greek/roman settings are so goated lol
➵ this one's a bit short and shit lol i think i've forgotten how to write non-sexually charged fics. happy to expand with a part 2 when marcus is a general if there is interest; please show this through messages, comments or reblogs!
➵ obviously set before the events of gladiator II, which i haven't watched yet so if anything is not canon-compliant, oops! also, i did a lil research on the life of priestesses, but have no clue how actually accurate this is haha
➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!
warnings || fluff/a wee bit of angst
work at the temple of venus and roma is hardly quiet and calm. right next to the colosseum, the girls can hear the roars of the crowd and watch the drunken crowds as they leave the fights. some stumble their way into the temple, looking for a quick round with a courtesan, but the high priestess pushes them off. an older lady, still as gorgeous as the day she started, was adamant about the kind of rendevouz' that the women in her temple would entertain.
"help me with this, will you?" the girl is broken from her listening to the cheers of the crowd next door by another priestess, struggling with a large platter of fruit. she quickly rises to her feet, helping the other girl with her task. they place it down at the feet of the statue, and she sits beside her as she recites a short prayer. good fortune and love, prosperity and the continued beauty of rome. there's another roar from the crowd.
a beautiful city tainted with blood.
she still wasn't used to all the customs. coming from a small town, she had come in the cart of a merchant passing through. an undeniable beuaty, when the high priestess found her, she promised her a life of pease and devotion to venus, and she had agreed - it being better than her prospects on the street as a prostitute, or as a seller of wares.
she had been working at the temple only a few short weeks, and seen that these priestesses were nothing like the women of the other temples - they enjoyed the sex, they enjoyed the attention, and they welcomed the advances of the worthy men. soldiers, merchants, the occasional politician. they all filtered through the temple, as was their place.
it was not a lonely life. the girls were kind, and sweet - truly devoted and their beauty shone both through their radiant appearance and their glimmering personalities.
they watched the temples at night in pairs. there's usually not much incident, save for the occasional drunk or vandal, but they rarely worried of that. they were easy enough to tame. they watched women and men pray at the feet of the goddess, late into the night. sometimes, it was from a place of elation, and other times, of anguish.
today, she watches on along with one of the other priestesses, keeping up with the nightly cleaning. the other girl had a suitor, who would join her in the late nights. she at least had the courtesy to let her know if she was leaving early, and tonight was one of those nights. left alone in the temple, she tended to the candles and the cleaning. it's been quiet, and no one had come in yet, until she hears loud steps up the stairs.
glancing back, she sees the silhouette of a young man. he had something in his hand, and the moonlight shone on his armor. a soldier.
not the most common visitor to venus, but not uncommon, either. she stays quiet, watching him lower to his knees and murmur a prayer to the goddess.
she places a new offering at her feet, as the man's prayer ends. as she turns to step away, he takes her hand, head tilted up to her, still on his knees.
"a priestess?" his voice is gruff, but not ornery. there's that lilt of curiosity that young men tend to have. she nods silently, and she can see the hint of a smile on his shadowed face. "then you know the story of mars and venus, of course." he continues.
her brows furrow.
"of course." her voice is quiet, confused, but not dismissive.
"the most passionate of lovers." he starts to muse, rising to his feet. he towers over her, but she can't tell if that's his height, or his presence.
"did you wish to place an offering for the goddess?" she points to the bundle in his hand. he tilts his head, and hums.
"yes... but i feel that she's telling me it would be better suited for you." her eyes widen in shock, until he procures flowers. she purses her lips.
"it's not right to take a goddess's offering." her murmur is quiet, but makes him laugh.
"my prayer was for her to send me a pretty woman. and she has done so without offering." her cheeks warm, and she giggles.
"leave them at her feet, soldier." he nods obediently, carefully placing them on the feet of the statue.
"would she approve me stealing one of her priestesses away?" he asks, after doing so, and she rolls her eyes.
"hardly. and if she's not angry, then the high priestess will definitely be." he shrugs.
"i must be back in the barracks by morning. perhaps i can keep you company until then?" his suggestion makes her perk up. company from an attractive soldier who was obviously entranced by her? it was almost as though cupid guided her head to nod.
he's respectful as she finishes her tasks, before they sit on the steps on the side of the temple, used to go up to the upper floors.
"so... mars and venus?" he continues, once he's sat down with her, thigh, only partially covered by rough undercloth, brushing against hers.
"indeed. a pairing born out of an affair." she reminds playfully.
"well... sure, but mars was doing venus a favor." he argues, and she laughs.
"hardly. he got venus. she was doing him the favor." his brow raises, and he smiles.
"i suppose we will both argue for our favorite." she shifts to face him.
"i am her priestess, it would be blasphemous to not." he shrugs.
"i'm a soldier. i'm like a priest of mars." she looks at him in such a way hat he immediately retracts the statement. "okay, fine. just a follower." she smiles, nodding in agreement.
"better." she decides, "how long have you been a soldier."
"just a year." he shrugs.
"been outside of the empire yet?" he shakes his head.
"not yet." her eyes follow his strong jawline, strong nose, strong arms and strong legs. he's imposing, and seems to hold more authority than he does.
"did you really come in here tonight to ask venus for a pretty girl?" he looks over, a little sheepish.
"well... yes, i suppose. but i also figured there'd be a lot of pretty girls as priestesses." she rolls her eyes playfully, pretending to be disappointed.
"you men." she shakes her head, scolding him, and he laughs, taking her hand.
"why must you women be so pretty, hmm? have you asked that?" he kisses her knuckles. "and i think i've found the most beautiful to enjoy a hardened soldier's company."
"hardened? you've hardly been a soldier for a year!" he pouts playfully.
he comes the next night, and the night after. and then he comes in the mornings too, with a bundle of wild flowers for the goddess, with one that he always reserves for his priestess. the other girls talk, but she hardly minds that, spending her free time in the courtyard with her soldier.
one night, he's tracing the lines on her palm. it's a quiet night, and the fabric of her robes rustle in the wind.
"you're quiet tonight." she murmurs, and it's true. he'd usually speak of his training, his mates, his hardass of a general.
"i wish not to speak." he sighs, almost defeated. she blinks in confusion, looking over at him.
"what happened?" she shifts closer, hand on his arm. he sucks in a deep breath, not looking at her. he stares out into the empty courtyard.
"i must go, in two days. to egypt." she blinks in shock. of course, she'd anticipated it, but not so soon. and she never thought about facing it head on.
"why didn't you tell me?" he closes his eyes.
"i don't want to have to think of being away from you." he whispers, a vulnerable crack in his arrogant shell. she places her head on his shoulder.
"mars will see that you're back soon."
"and will venus make sure you'll wait?" he asks, and she suddenly realizes his worry.
"of course i'll wait, marcus." she promises. feeling slightly less conflicted, which she can tell by the way his shoulders loosen, she presses a small kiss to his cheek, and he pulls her closer by her shoulders, peppering kisses to her hairline.
"wait for me, my priestess." he doesn't pull away, he can't imagine he will until the sun comes up.
"always."
"when i'm back..." he starts tentatively, "i'll wed you." her eyes widen in shock.
"you will?"
"if you'll have me." he pulls away to look into her eyes, and he's uncharacteristically sheepish.
"i'll have you, my soldier."
it's a painful year of not knowing what had happened to him. her peers noticed the bout of depression that hung over her for the first few weeks, and the devout praying she would stay up to do every night. they girls understood, but they all usually knew better than to get attached to soldiers - the empire's war fodder. still, they would add a small prayer for the peace of mind of their young friend.
it's a sweltering day that she's been having, and she's waiting impatiently for the cool breezes of the night. it's a quiet day, and again, she hears the roars - human and animal - from the colosseum. she's broken out of her thoughts by one of the girls struggling with a platter of fruit. she springs up to help her, and an almost eerie shiver runs up her spine, the deja vu leaving her star struck for a moment after she places it at the feet of the goddess.
the night is similarly familiar, but she chalks it up to routine. her peer has left with the same boy, a thought that makes her heart ache at her own uncertainty over marcus. she's saying a prayer as she hears footsteps enter, but they don't bother her.
finishing the prayer, she clears the older offerings to make space for the morning's new ones, and the man steps forward. the shine of the moonlight illustrates the yellows and blues of the flowers he places, and she catches it out of the corner of her eye. he steps back, staring up at the goddess, before approaching he. she hardy notices, until she sees the single remaining flower in his hand, that he offers.
she adjusts to the shadow cast on his face, and immediately feels the overwhelming recognition wash over her, jumping into his arms.
"marcus?" almost as though she can't believe it.
"it's me." he assures, voice soft. kind and breathy - almost elated. he tucks the flower behind her ear, pulling away to look at her: that same face, as perfect as he'd remembered it, eyes brimming with - hopefully - joyous tears.
"you came back." she giggles softly, over them moon.
"and you waited, my love." he presses a kiss to each cheek, and she presses a chaste one to his lips.
"i think that means you have a promise to fulfil."
young marcus acacius and priestess of venus reader coming soon! y'all i'm so excited to watch the second gladiator movie, i'm going with the guy i'm seeing too life is really looking up 😇 lol.
if anyone wants to be tagged in the fic, comment, send a message or come over to my inbox! much love to all of you <3
now that the day is coming to an end (at least for me here in Europe) all I can say is Jesus fucking christ.
how?? 4 more years with arguably the worst person is the world as the leader of the west? what the actual fuck??
i don't know if this alienates people. I don't really care. if you chose Trump over Harris or abstained from voting because 'they're both bad' or over the war in Gaza, or any single issue, you are a fucking idiot. possible abortion bans, Russia overtaking Ukraine, and national and global economic downturn for what?? because you couldn't care enough to do research??
do better america?? I hope I'm preaching to a choir here but what is actually going on. I hope nothing but the best for the minorities and women in the US, please stay safe out there. it's been a long fucking day.
summary || in which the reader gets stood up, and logan consoles her - in more than one way
a/n || self indulgent :)) guess what happened to me guys !!
➵ i know i've been literally dead but i may be back! not sure fully yet lol but i've missed writing. shocker, college is in fact hard and i've spent a whileeee adjusting. that also means my writing is prob a bit shit here but i just wanted to get this out
➵ first time writing logan - i watched deadpool & wolverine and oh my godddd this man can fucking get it. haven't watched the x-men movies so i kinda had to guess his accent, sorry if it's inconsistent. this is set after the events of deadpool & wolverine
➵ shall i revamp the blog theme guys? i don't have any ideas but idk if you guys are bored by it haha
➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!
warnings || fluff/smut/a wee bit of angst
➵ fingering
➵ age gap (not a plot point)
(tell me if i miss anything)
having 2 people in a one bedroom apartment was already cramped. 3 is insane. as much as wade tried, he felt bad for poor hugh's - *cough* logan's back for constantly swapping between the dingy couch and the mattress on the floor to sleep.
and the wolverine was never the type to ask for help, it pissed him off. they had been nearly atomized together for christ's sake!
another room on the floor had opened up, and as much as wade wanted to kick blind al off to that room instead, he knew the old lady wouldn't be able to pay the whole rent herself, and he had to make sure she didn't use too much fun-time sugar under fox's watchful eye. luckily, neither did logan have to live alone, as wade was quick to find a down-on-her-luck college girl who needed cheap rent.
so, now wade's stuck with an ornery old woman, and pretty-boy - well, man - logan got to have a cute girl as his roommate. just his luck. he checked in on his fellow invincible often, and as much as logan didn't talk, wade knew he didn't mind her one bit.
she tried to be a good roommate - cook breakfast for the both of them, pick up a sweet treat for him too if she was getting one for herself, and trying to keep to herself with the studying. but she couldn't help the little crush that she had on her roommate. like, come on.
older, mature, mysterious, downright yummy? what's a girl to do? she kept it to herself, but seeing him smirk or chuckle when she realizes she's accidentally been staring at him in that leather jacket or shirtless going to bed. at least she doesn't make him uncomfortable, but it feels pretty dismissive - how he sees her as such a fucking kid that he can't even take her attraction seriously.
logan took it very fucking seriously.
every day was a mental challenge - truly, god gives his worst temptations to his strongest soldiers. the liquor on his breath was still strong, not now because his life was ruined, but rather because his mind was.
this cute, young girl who looked at him like he was the solution to all her relationship issues, like his old-man body was good enough to fucking eat? it was a miracle that he hadn't taken her. and she just looked so beautiful as she got ready for bed, or as she bobbed her head to music while she studied, or as she buzzed around the small kitchen to cook her third cheap pasta for the week.
it didn't help how she'd always ask how he is, buy him little things to keep his mood up, and always offered to take the couch. he'd rather eat glass than let her sleep on the couch, but nonetheless, she offered every day.
fuck. it was impossible to sleep when she was just behind the wall, in her fucking shorts and tank. unbelievable. he needed a fucking drink.
some nights, he'll come home in the evenings to an empty house. it's rare - she doesn't have too much money to go out, but when she does, she'll usually warn him she'll be home late. he always makes sure to stay awake until she gets home, and even had the privilege of going into downtown to pick her up after the friends she was with had managed to lose her. she had hiccuped, tearing up in embarrassment as she watched him approach her drunk form leaning on a tree outside. she had thought the stern arch of his brow was because of her calling him so late, when really, he was just angry that her friends had the audacity to put her in such a dangerous situation.
"it's windy." he grunts, and she looks down at her short, strappy dress, ashamed.
"s-sorry. we drove here." she tries to explain, and logan relents, brow going from angry to grumpy.
"yeah." he finally sighs, walking with her back to their place. seeing her hands go to cradle her elbows, he places his leather jacket over her shoulders, and she swallows thickly.
"you don't have to-" but he's lighting a cigar as she speaks, in just his wifebeater he'd been lounging in. she decides to shut up, silent until they reach the house.
he helps her in and then waits outside to finish the cigar, and after she gets in, she sighs softly, carefully placing the jacket down. she starts trying to make logan some dinner as a thank-you, but passes out at the dinner table half-way through. luckily, she hadn't had the stove on, and logan's heart melts as he sees her, halfway through mixing a few eggs, head lolling off the chair as she drools a little.
cutie, he thinks, separating her fingers from the fork and bowl, and carrying her into the bed. as he tries to set her down, her fingers clutch his arm, and a small, sleepy whine leaves her.
logan's not a man to blush, but hearing that little beg for him to stay makes him fucking burn. he looks down at her, a hand running through his hair, and he gently tries to let her down again. she just holds on tighter, groaning, "warm..." a little mumble escapes her, and logan huffs. of course it's not that she wants him, she's just cold. he sighs, sitting down and letting her cuddle into his arm.
he had planned to leave once she'd passed out, but it was late, and he was old, so he had ended up just sleeping next to her anyways. the sun's rays the next morning pierce his eyes, and he sighs softly, waking up next to her. he swallows thickly, watching the way the sun hits her form, bathing her exposed skin in orange and amber.
the moment is broken by her startling awake. for a moment, she sighs happily, thinking that this was just a continuation of her dream about logan, where she wakes up next to him after a night of great sex, and they both live happily ever after. then she blinks.
his bicep feels bigger than in the dream, his face looks a little more real, he's- real?!
she squeaks, immediately sitting up.
"logan?"
"don't go getting any ideas in your head." he immediately defends, sighing. "you called me last night."
she bites her lip.
"you took me home?"
"put you in bed too. then ya fucking kept me on ya like a boa." he's joking, but she still struggles to tell between his grumpy voice and his joking grumpy voice.
"fuck, i'm really sorry, must have ruined your night-" she starts, and he gets up, ruffling her hair.
"it's okay. better knowing you were safe." it leaves her a little star struck, especially when he then goes to continue making the omelette she had tried to make last night.
he's cooking for her for once and she gets such a nice view of his broad back in that wife-beater. maybe things aren't that bad.
knowing how she always texts if she's out late, he's a bit confused to come home to an empty room. he huffs, trying not to panic, but he can't help how much he care for the girl. he leans back, lounging on the couch.
as an hour passes with no texts, he's about to get up and ... do something. look for her, call her - something.
just then, she walks through the door, purse dropping on the floor with a thud.
that's an attitude he hadn't seen before. she looks like a deer in headlights when she notices that he is in fact home.
"o-oh." she blinks, quickly picking up the purse, as if to console it. "wade said you weren't home." logan raises a brow, a little curious why the other man would say that.
"long day?" he finally comments, and she breathes out.
"shit day." she corrects. logan's brow furrows.
"hmm." he murmurs, stretching his arm out over the back of the couch. an open invitation. she hesitates but... he looks warm.
conservatively, she sits beside him, hands in her lap. she's not even paying attention to whatever channel logan has on as background noise.
theres maybe 5 solid minutes of silence.
finally, she sighs.
"i'm gonna go to bed." she murmurs softly, getting up. logan wraps his fingers around her palm.
"talk to me." he mumbles gruffly, and she knows that's a pretty big first step for him. she bites her lip, sitting back down, and takes a deep breath.
"got stood up." it's little more than a whisper, and she feels a pout forming on her lips, which she tries to reverse, to little avail. it's silent again, and she wonders if logan heard her.
of course, he did - spending a moment processing who the hell would stand her up.
"i'm sorry." his rough fingers press over hers, comforting, and she can't help but sink more into him than the couch cushions.
it feels nice, more right than the kisses she'd shared with the guy she'd been seeing.
"whatever." she tries to mumble, trying not to show her hurt.
"he's an idiot." his hand slips around her shoulders, and he can feel her pulse quicken.
"i'm an idiot."
"he's an idiot." he repeats sternly. "who was he?" she bites her lip.
"some... guy." logan suppresses a scoffing bark.
"not if he's got you like this." he looks down at her. she's ashamed to look up at him.
"i don't know... i just really liked him. i thought he liked me too." she feels a tear slip out, and logan's fist squeezes in anger as he sees her quickly wipe it away.
"he should be singin' his prayers that he even got your attention." that makes her giggle - strained, but there. he prefers the sound to her defeated mumbles. "look at me." he murmurs, taking her chin and angling it to face him. his eyes travel down to the cute dress she'd put on for her date - low cut, perfectly form fitting, "he's a fucking idiot." he whispers, hand slipping down to her waist.
"yeah?" she whispers, significantly less focused on aforementioned 'fucking idiot' now.
"yeah, princess." he murmurs, hand gently running up and down her side. he knows he shouldn't, but he can practically feel the jump of her heart at the endearment. "you like that? princess?" his voice almost has a teasing lilt, and her lids flutter at the difference in tension from 2 minutes ago.
"a little." her face looks so bashful, so unsure. after that depressing feeling of not being wanted - god, he wants to pull her out of that so bad.
"should be treated like a princess." she shifts imperceptibly closer.
"got a guy who'll do that for me?" she teases, and logan scoffs softly.
"you know i do." his voice carries that gruffness even with how quiet he is, speaking into the small space between their lips. "you know, princess."
she breathes out shakily, leaning forward, when logan pulls her chin, pressing his lips to hers. she whimpers softly, finding her hands and placing them at his nape, not wanting to let go. it's not rough, but needy, his other hand slipping to the hem of her dress on her thigh. she hums into his lips, as he pulls away, a little breathless.
"don't - we shouldn't." he whispers, and a pout graces her lips - a proper one.
"why?"
"yer upset." he sighs, but doesn't move away.
"about?" she says playfully, having fully forgotten about her evening; she'd been waiting for this for so long. he lets out a gruff bark of a laugh, pulling her closer, and she adjusts, getting on his lap.
"come on, bub." he scolds again, and she hums, leaning down to kiss him.
"please?" she whispers, against his lips. he groans.
"jesus, what're y'doin' to me?" his head tilts back, and she giggles, exhilarated that she's got him like this. her hands trail down his arms - god, his arms - tracing the veins, somehow always bulging, as she gently leans forward again, kissing him. this time, theres a bit more tongue, and he pulls her closer roughly, gnashing their teeth together. she moans softly into his mouth, fingers finding his rough palm. he grips them tight - not enough to hurt, but just enough to show that he's holding back.
"i'm not made of glass." she teases, and he scoffs softly.
"i could snap ya'n half." his mumble finds his way back into her lips, and she has to control herself to not showhow much the little quip affected her.
"maybe i want you to."
"jesus." he flips her over, onto her back, "got this pretty little dress on, fuck, that guy's an idiot." his hands travel down her thighs, and she bites her lip, a massive grin on her face.
"you like it?" she murmurs softly, playing with the strap of her dress.
"whadya think?" he huffs, and she giggles.
"and if i told you i got it for you?" logan presses a hot kiss to the side of her thigh.
"i'd tell ya to get a dozen more." his lips move up her thigh slowly, and she lets out a shaky breath.
"god, logan." her whispers of his name are like music to his ear, and he leaves a small bite by the hem of her dress.
"gotta tell me if i hurt you." he mutters, more seriously, and she smiles.
"only fun if it hurts."
"i'm serious, princess." she relents.
"i'll tell you." he sighs in content, gently riding her dress off.
"this okay?"
"more than okay." she helps him, pulling the dress over her hips, her lacy panties peeking under the fabric. when he spends just a bit too long staring, she giggles, "you can touch." she affirms, and he barks out a gruff lap.
"could'a guessed that much." his fingers trace the hem of them, travelling down her inner thighs. her breath hitches, and she gently rolls her hips, desperate for more.
"please, logan." she whispers, breathing a bit labored. though he'd love to tease, he's getting desperate too.
"gotta tell me what ya want, princess." he murmurs, and she bites her lip, almost shy again. it's cute.
"touch me?" she murmurs, almost like it's a favor she's asking. he kisses her thigh again, before gently peeling the panties off. he lets out a soft groan at how slick she is, fingers catching her arousal as they travel down her slit. she lets out a shocked gasp - practically a moan - and he fucking loves it.
`'need them, princess?" he smirks at her, and she nods, almost pathetically.
"god, i do." he obliges, gently prodding her entrance with his middle finger. he slips in with little resistance, but jesus, he can feel how tight she is.
"fuck, yer gonna be the death of me, princess." he groans softly, and she lets out a breathy giggle.
"thought that doesn't happen to you?"
"well, never had a girl as pretty as you." he murmurs, slipping another finger in. she flushes, back arching as his fingers do, body warm as she rocks her hips in time with his ministrations.
"faster?" she begs softly, and he could never say no to those big doe eyes. he starts moving faster, her slick absolutely coating his fingers, and she moans louder, hips moving in a more stuttered rhythm.
"like that?" that teasing lilt is in his voice, and she nods furiously.
"j-just like that-" she stammers, mind already foggy, "god, i'm close, please don't stop."
"not in a million years, princess." she lets out a loud moan as she can feel herself unraveling, the orgasm so powerful that her thighs shake around him as she cums. she pants as he helps her ride through it.
"good girl, just like that, princess," he consoles, "so fuckin' pretty for me, ain't cha?" he grins, as she starts to come down. as her breathing slows, so too do his fingers, before slowly sliding them out of her. he gently rubs her clit, just to see her jolt at the stimulation, before chuckling, and placing his soaked fingers onto his tongue.
she lets out another moan as she watches him, with lidded eyes.
"i'll cum again." she warns, playfully, and he's gleeful. she tastes like fruit.
"i plan on it, princess." she feels her cheeks warm.
"that's the hardest i've cum in a while." she admits shyly.
"sounded like it." he teases, but before they can get anything else out, there's banging on the wall that connected them to wade and blind al.
"these walls are paper thin!" al's screech sounds a little traumatized, and her scolding make both her and logan whip around, embarrassed.
"for once in my life, i agree with her! shut up, lovebirds, i wanna fucking sleep!" wade's voice is equally exasperated.
there's silence, until she calls back a bashful, "sorry!" she turns to logan, almost laughing, but still flushed with shame. "maybe we should stop. he scoffs.
"nah, just means i gotta teach ya to be quiet."
safe to say, she's not thinking at all about her date tonight.
moon knight spring '24 bingo prompt + progress || 'bruise'
summary || in which jake gets a little jealous
a/n || so excited to be part of this event by @moonknight-events, my board looks so fun! check out their blog for a shit ton of other moon knight content by a bunch of other creators!
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➵ heed the warnings in said masterlist, this series is 18+, and inherently dark
➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!
warnings || fluff/smutty, but no sex
jake didn't take fares between 5 to 6 p.m.
he'd postpone his break so late, just to ensure he was always on time to pick her up from work. it annoyed him enough that he couldn't also drop her off, but the smattering of kisses that she'd pepper over his nose and lips before he left early for work made up for some - not all - of the worried thoughts he had of her commuting to work on her crowded subway train.
she finished work everyday at 5:00 on the dot, not hesitating with goodbyes and salutations, knowing who was waiting outside her building, just for her.
he stood outside his cab, hand on the passenger door handle to let her when as she usually bounded out of work, a beam on her face when she saw him. he checked the time, a cigarette almost half-smoked between his bare fingers - he wasn't getting his leather gloves ashy.
5:15.
what was taking her so long?
he hated having to wait for his girl: seeing her face after driving around the city - a somewhat lonely profession - was the best part of his day.
he slumped his shoulders, leaning against the car door, as he peered over the dark, but lively street. it was a row of offices, and other people were also clocking out. bored, he watched the gray cloud of smoke from his mouth, trying to distinguish it from the puffs of his warm breath showing up in the chilly air.
5:20.
5:25.
5:30.
he was starting to get concerned.
finally, after an eternity of waiting - see: 35 minutes - his face relaxes when he sees her hurriedly walking out of her work. immediately after, his brow furrows, at the sight of the man following behind her, a big, stupid smile on his face, mouth moving a mile a minute.
she looks up, noticing jake, and her face breaks into a look of pure relief, finally, a pep in her step as she nears her boyfriend. before she can greet him though, the guy behind her grabs her shoulder, whipping her back around.
jake's eyes widen at the little fucker's audacity.
he's saying some bullshit, holding onto her shoulder so can't turn back to jake, and the steam coming out of his ears leads him to only hear:
"... come out for a drink with me... really pretty... love to take you out-"
it's more than enough.
he calls her name, voice stern, but not to her. never to her. she whipped her head around, not turning as she mumbles a weak goodbye to the man, finally completing the short distance to jake.
she kisses his cheek quickly in greeting,before waiting for him to open the door, but he pulls her a little closer by the waist, pressing her body against his.
"let me kiss you properly, mi amor. i haven't seen you all day." her cheeks heat. he literally never does this, waiting to properly express his love after they got home.
"he's still looking?" she guesses, and his lips quirk in a smile, as he presses his lips to her soft, slightly parted ones, revelling in how she sinks into the comfort of his warmth.
"like a kicked puppy." he murmurs into her lips, and she giggles, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before pulling away.
"baby, open the door, i'm cold." she whines, and jake obliges her, pulling open the car door so she can sit back against the warm interior and crisp leather that he worked hard to maintain.
she only spares a glance at the other man. he's looking away.
"so, who was that?"
it had taken a couple hours, as well as the both of them reclining to the warmth of the couch - takeout clutched in their hands and a sitcom on the t.v. - for jake to finally ask the question nagging at the back of his mind.
she groans softly, hoping he'd forgotten. a silly wish.
"no one, jake." she murmurs quickly, to his immediate dissatisfaction.
"nuh-uh, amor, you have to give me more than that. he put his hands on you!" he said it like it was some inexcusable crime, and it made her giggle.
"he's just..." she sighs, chewing on her bite, "he's the new guy, y'know?" jake's eyes narrow.
"how long has he-"
"don't ask." she interrupts, knowing he'll be more upset if he found out the new guy's antics had occurred before. jake scowls, and she rolls her eyes, turning in the couch to better face him.
"jake~" she says his name softly, in a sing-song voice, prying the food from his hands and placing them on the coffee table. she cups his cheeks, running her fingers over his hair - messed up by that flat cap he always wore - and the little stubble on his face that he'd begun growing out when she professed she wanted to see him with a beard. she climbs slowly into his lap, guiding his arms to rest on the curve of her hips, "jake?" she finally asks again, as she's settled in.
"yes, mi amor?" his voice is gruff, as he lazily looks up at her. he's not shocked by her movements, happy to have her so close, but is still evidently stingy about the new guy.
"remind me, who did i go home with today?" she asks, rhetorically. jake rolls his eyes as he looks up at her.
"me, amor, but-"
"and who am i most excited to see whenever i leave work?"
"also me, but-"
"and who is the only person who gets to touch every part of me?" her voice drops to a whisper, guiding his warm fingertips under her shirt, to the skin of her midriff.
"me." he breathes out.
"you...?" she prompts.
"only me." satisfied with his answer, she leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips, cupping his scratchy cheeks, and giggling she he squeezes her hips.
"and who do i love?" she whispers, when she breaks away for air.
"i hate when you talk to me like a child." he chides, changing the subject, and it makes her giggle.
"wrong answer, try again." he raises a brow of challenge, before pulling her closer, and then standing up, his palms splayed under and cupping her thighs so he could carry her into their bedroom. she squeaks in shock, clinging onto him, "what're you doing?!"
"showing you why you love me."
falling unceremoniously on the bed, she lets out a small 'oof!', but its cut short by the way his mouth captures hers in a hungry kiss.
"someone's needy," she teases, when he breaks away, but it's cut off my a small moan, as his tongue travels down the length of her jaw, to her neck.
"i'll beat the shit out of him if he touches you again." jake grumbles into her skin.
"are you kidding? he obviously knows i have a boyfriend, he's leaving me alone." jake's head emerges from where he's kissing at her neck.
"hmm..." he looks contemplative, "maybe... he could do with a little reminder."
she's unsure what he's planning, but his devilish grin tips her off that it's going to be an idea she might chastise him for. indeed, it is.
his head sinks back down. finding the flesh of her neck, and rolling it gently between his teeth, before clamping a little harder, and sucking. so enamored by the sensation of the slight pain laved by the tingles of his warm tongue, she doesn't realize what he's doing for a moment.
"jake!" she squeaks when she realizes, "you can't - can't mark me!" his laugh is gruff against her skin.
"why not?" without waiting for an answer, his teeth nip at the skin under her collarbone. she gasps at the feeling, trying to tug at his hair to dissuade him - to no avail.
"oh, baby, it's such a pain in the ass to cover them-"
"then don't." the curt response renders her speechless for a moment, enough time for his teeth to sink into the flesh of her shoulder.
"you want him to see..." he laughs.
"that sure took you a moment, amor." seeing as she doesn't meaningfully try to stop him, he continues his work, teeth sinking into as much of the expanse of her neck and chest as he could reach.
they're blue and purple the next morning. she looked like she'd been attacked by something. her eyes quite literally bugged out of her head at the sight.
groaning, she reaches for her makeup bag. jake peeks his head into the bathroom, immediately taking the bag from her hands.
"jake-?" her brows furrow in confusion, but she's cut off by how his other arm wraps around her waist, looking at her in the mirror to see all the bruises smattered over her skin. she reaches blindly to take back her makeup, but he evades her hands, "jake, i need to do my makeup!" she whines softly, making her laugh and kiss her cheek.
"you're gonna cover them up." she scoffs.
"of course i'm gonna cover them up, i look like i was in an mma fight with a raccoon!" he shakes his head.
"no, you look like you had fantastic, animalistic sex with your boyfriend." she cringes a little, laughing.
"and why do my poor coworkers have to know that?" he deadpans.
"as long as your newbie knows." he murmurs, a little bitter, as a finger goes to trace the bruises.
"are we seriously still on that?" she turns to face him, kissing his cheek, "i thought i told you he's just annoys me a little." she assures.
"oh, trust me, amor. he won't from now on."
he didn't let her put her makeup on - even for her face, not trusting her to not start covering up those beautiful marks. instead, with the time she saved in between waking up and eating breakfast, he pulled her back to bed, kissing over each and every bruise, as their coffee water heated.
"you know i love you, right, jake?" she murmurs softly into his forehead, kissing his hairline.
"of course, mi amor. i love you, too." 'she's being so sweet, isn't she?' he thinks.
"can you tell me where you hid my makeup bag?" he snorts, shushing her with a kiss to the lips.
"fat chance."
he's waiting outside her work again, squishing his cigarette under the toe of his shoes as he sees her walking out. with no fucking newbie chasing after her.
"how was work?" he asks, as she presses her daily greeting kiss on his cheek.
"good." she answered, a big smile on her face, as he slowly opens the passenger door. before she sits down, though, he gestures to her neck and chest.
"show me." he instructs, and she laughs, pulling off her scarf to show that the bruises were still well-pronounced. it makes him smirk, as he nods appreciatively, sitting down.
as he peels away, he glances at her, noticing her happy attitude.
"so, did newbie bother you? should i say 'i told you so'?" he teases, and it makes her a little embarrassed.
"i... no, he didn't bother me." he grins.
"tell me more, come on."
"he... looked horrified, if i'm being honest." she giggles.
"good." his response was curt, but his smug smile spoke 1000 words. as he stopped at a red light, he leans over to peck her lips.
joel and desi reader bc i love him so much , i’m desi too, ur doing gods work, we are so underrepresented 😭
hi love!! sorry for getting back to you so late! i wanna write it toooo just give me a crumb of the kinda stuff u wanna see so i can get over this writer's block :/
what would you guys wanna see? authentic indian meals w joel? trying indian sweets? his reaction to reader in a sari? or the struggles of having indian parents :P
Just a heads up for everyone who loves Joel fics that maddiepunkk is a thief. Please don't like the fic she has pinned, it's not hers. Please report and block to prevent any more people being stolen from.
She is claiming that her theft is "free speech". 🙄
okay, seeing the love for some boys content! i have some ideas/wips, what would you rather read?
(there's a summary of each wip, and then a poll. spoilers for those who haven't watched the boys yet!)
1. homelander x lead exec!reader - you're the new puppet lead executive after madelyn's death, and he wants to exert the same control on you that she used to have on him (dark)
2. homelander x childhood friend!reader - you were a high-level vought employee's daughter, and would spend time and study with homelander at the lab he grew up in. now, 30 years later, it's his vought-sanctioned birthday and he's showed up at your door (angsty)
3. billy butcher x ryan's caretaker!reader - you're tasked with taking care of ryan after becca's death, and you both always get a gruff and grumpy visitor (fluff)
4. soldier boy x scientist!reader - you're the scientist who discovered the compound that incapacitated him and was what allowed him to be experimented on and put out of commission for so long. so, along with his original team, you're next on his hit list (dark)
