#ofc x reader

He lets out a soft grunt and pulls you harder against him. Closer, tighter so his clothed cock is aimed at your wet little hole instead. He’s going to make you desperate for it. With Joel nudging you like that with his hard-on, your wetness begins to seep into his denim. The need to be filled is overwhelming. Will he fuck you right here? He’s done it in front of plenty of people, but normally it’s just men. It turns you on a little more, thinking about doing it in front of her. A private show, just for them. 

~//ofc pov//~

Carter and his girl--your friend--are only about two meters away, and she’s seated on him in the same fashion. They couldn’t help themselves after a few minutes of trying not to watch you and Joel and hearing the noises you’re trying to stifle. She’s heard you moan before. They all have. She’s heard it with her head between your legs, with her fingers knuckles deep getting soaked by your sweet little cunt. When the boys got home from their last hunting trip, the two of you were on the sofa, with your legs stacked together while she expertly massaged your tit, thumbing your nipple into a peak while you grinded on her thigh between your legs. Now she’s grinding herself on Carter as they make out. 

She can’t really help herself. He’s a good kisser, and he’s rock hard. What she really wants is Carter inside her, but rocking against him, feeling the stiffness and girth of his perfect cock is the next best thing. She rolls her hips slowly.

His mouth breaks away from hers to mutter, “Fuck, sugar,” then a cautionary, “Hol’on.” His hands on her thighs hold her still for a moment. She giggles and they look at each other fondly for a moment. His eyes always sparkle when he’s with her, but now his face is wrecked with arousal.

Carter has so much restraint. Sometimes she wishes he was more like Joel, giving it to his girl any time, anywhere.

They start kissing again, softer, less sloppy. 

~//🌸🫛//~

Joel murmurs into your hair, “You gonna come for me?” 

Your response is interrupted by a loud clap of thunder. When you jump, Joel chuckles.

A fat raindrop lands on your head. 

Carter gives his girl a kiss on the forehead and nudges her off his lap. He subtly adjusts himself before standing up and going to grab the tarp by the side of the trailer. “Guess we should try to beat the rain,” he tells her as he covers the unused firewood. 

You glance at her and she gives you a disappointed look. 

You put your hands around the back of Joel's neck, gently resting your thumbs just in front of his earlobes. He raises an eyebrow like he knows you want something. 

You bite your lip and almost laugh. 

“I'm listening,” he teases.  

“Can they stay?” you ask. 

“Whatcha want’em to stay for?” 

Heat rises to your cheeks “I just like hanging out with her.” 

“Uh-huh,” he says with teasing skepticism.  “I know ya do,” he reminds you. 

Another clap of thunder and it begins to pour. 

Joel clears his throat and shouts, “Come on in, it's early. Storm’ll blow over. ”

–

You’re all wet by the time you get inside. The dog gets to come in too, but he has to stay in the bathroom. In the kitchen, the men have another drink. The storm is picking up outside. You sit on Joel’s lap, side-saddle. He’s so handsome in the lantern light. Carter’s girl sits in the chair next to him, and he holds her hand in her lap. She yawns into her shoulder. 

“pull-out’s in there if ya wanna call it a night,” Joel nods toward the living room. Then he murmurs across the top of your ear, “You tired?” 

You remind him, “the roof leaks in there.” 

“Shit, you’re right,” Joel replies. 

“Bed’s big enough,” you whisper, then put your hand on the lamp’s handle like you’re ready to bring it to the bedroom.

“Hear that, Carter?” Joel picks up his glass to down the rest of his whiskey. He swallows and puts it back down, with his voice a little lower. “Fine by me.” 

~//flashback//~

After catching you girls together that time, Joel and Carter had talked. You overheard some of it and were surprised to hear Carter was the hesitant one. Joel was always far more possessive (than anyone, ever), but that was partly why he made peace with it: If something happened to Joel, he would rather you have your friend than someone else. He knew you didn’t look at her the way you looked at him. He knew she was just for fun. The thought of another man swooping in made his blood boil, but he didn’t want you to be completely alone.

Carter, on the other hand, was concerned. He was worried about Joel getting jealous and getting rid of the girl. Taking a sexual interest in you wasn't good for anyone's lifespan.

“I don’t get jealous,” Joel claimed. “Just don’t like men disrespectin’ my girl.” 

“snapped a girl's neck for puttin’ hands on her,” Carter reminded him.

Joel scoffed. “Snapped her neck cause she damn near killed ya, brother.” 

Carter was moved. After a few moments of silence, he agreed. “If it’s too much, promise you’ll say somethin'. I don't wanna lose her, man.” 

Joel nodded, and that was that. 

~//~

Now Joel’s fucking you from behind in the spoon position, holding onto your hip. Your friend’s face is getting closer to yours with every thrust from Carter behind her. Carter is holding her breast.

As the gap gets smaller and smaller between you and her, your erect nipple brushes against something hard - Carter's knuckles. His hand quickly moves out of the way with a quiet curse into his girl’s hair. But the split-second contact has already sent a chill down your spine that makes you twitch on Joel's cock. The deep growl Joel lets out gives you butterflies. 

Your bodies drift even closer until your breasts are smashed against hers, and you’re sloppily kissing. You’re floating in a cozy world of pleasure with her mouth on yours, her tongue finding yours after sliding along your lower lip. Her tits feel so good against you, moving to the beat of Carter’s hips. The power of Joel’s rhythm grinds you against her. You almost lift your leg so your knee rests on her hip, but think better of it when you imagine Joel’s balls grazing her. Your lips stop moving as you close your eyes and focus on Joel. You and she breathe against each other’s mouths, letting out sounds of pleasure with your tits still touching. You squeeze her side, then slide your hand to her breast and her nipple gets harder with your touch. 

Joel grunts and pulls you back against him, and off of her. The move feels more primal than anything. He probably didn’t think about her at all. He doesn’t think when he’s ravaging you. He only takes what’s his and bends you to his will. It’s the way he can’t physically get enough. Can’t be deep enough inside. Can’t have enough of your body against his. Can’t hold you tight enough.  Always hungry for more. 

He gropes around the front of your chest as he pounds you, his wide palm smashing your breast. Joel’s thrusts are sharp and deep, and his breathing is more vocal with every stroke of his cock through your tight, soft walls. He must be getting close. He bottoms out for two seconds and you let out a whimper, pushing back on him.  “That’s my girl,” he growls as his hips begin to move, and the slow, thick drag of his cock makes you forget everything else. His arm tightens, and his breath is hot in your hair. Your skin is slippery against his. You’re a humid row of bodies, writhing and sliding against each other under a quiet medley of heavy breaths, grunts, and sighs. 

“That’s it, baby,” Carter says in a husky near-whisper. 

“Ohhh--good girl,” Joel pants, grinding deep inside you. You let out a moan, and it’s echoed by one from her. Your eyes flutter open. 

Carter has slowed down. He's fucking her deep and smooth with a hand on her hip. A flash of lightning illuminates the room. Carter is kissing her neck, making her whimper, and a glimpse of his tongue on her skin makes you twitch. Her mouth is open, and her brow furrows with pleasure. “You like that?” Carter mumbles into her neck at a low octave before tasting her skin again, then marking her with bruising suction, drawing another moan. He releases her neck with a smack. 

“Whose are ya,” Joel murmurs. Your pussy gives his dick a little squeeze.

“Yours,” you reply. “always.” 

“Good girl.”

His. Always his. As much as you enjoy her. You could never be anyone else’s. You wouldn’t dream of it.

She tries to grope your breast, but Joel's hand is there. She breathes out a laugh, and when her hand doesn't move right away, you notice–even through the haze of pleasure. You pull back, pressing your back harder into Joel’s chest. You take her hand off of Joel's, and brush your chest with her fingers so she can feel the letters of his name. You interlace your fingers with hers.

“feel so good, sugar” Carter pants behind her. 

Another flash of lightning, and you see she's looking over your head. Your heart races. She’s looking at Joel. There’s no way he’s looking back at her, you reassure yourself, but you keep an eye on her over the next few seconds. The sight isn't as jarring in the dimmer lamplight, but her chin stays lifted upward, and so do her eyes. After another thrust of Joel inside you, she’s still looking at him. Your face tenses and tingles. You find your upper body trying to wiggle out of Joel’s tight grip. You put a hand on the back of her neck and pull her toward you at the same time.

Her neck still glistens with Carter’s spit as your mouth is drawn to it like a magnet. 

“Mm,” she moans as you plant your lips and suck. You widen your jaw, and your mind goes someplace else. 

"fuck," Carter breathes, "you close?"

The next thing you know, she’s wailing, with your teeth digging unforgivingly into her skin, not budging, only trying to sink deeper.

Carter groans with his release.  

Joel keeps fucking you, too wrapped up in the edge of his orgasm to even correct the gap that’s grown between your hair and his face. 

“Carter,” she cries, then chokes, “Carter.” 

“Shit,” he slowly comes back to reality, realizing what's happening.

Carter reaches around the back of your head and grabs a fist of your hair, trying to pry you off, but it only feels good to you. “Do somethin’, Miller.” His plea shakes Joel out of the spell enough to take you back, or try. 

When you resist the pull of his arm, Joel’s hand wraps around your throat. “C’mere,” he growls with a deep thrust. You tense up, squeezing his cock tight. 

“God damn” he curses, using the pressure of his forearm between your breasts, trying to pry you off, but not being rough with you, yet. “C’mere, sweet pea.” His fingers add some pressure to your neck.

With your mouth still on her neck, a modest climax ripples through your core, squeezing him tighter. Youre too numb to fully experience it- even the orgasm’s not enough to make you let go.

Joel sternly says your name. He tightens his grip, and you finally release her neck from your mouth.

He loosens his hand and pulls you fully back into his embrace with a groan, bottoming out and erupting. The warmth of his spend spreads like a blanket, soothing you along with the pulsing of his cock. 

–

You catch your breath and a hint of copper on your tongue. 

She’s blubbering. Looking for attention, when she should be apologizing and leaving.

“What the fuck,” Carter mutters, then tries to soothe her.  “Shhhh. It's okay, you're good.” 

“Crazy bitch,” she mumbles. 

You tense and Joel holds you tighter. “Hey,” he murmurs into your hair. “You’re okay.”

Carter's disapproving face turns to concern as he studies your face. "you good, peanut?" He asks you between heaving breaths.

She quietly sobs in unintelligible protest, hand on her neck. 

“Lemme see,” Carter says and retrieves the lamp from the bedside. He brings the lamp closer to her neck and his face darkens from shock to horror when he sees the damage. “Jesus,” he whispers.

The rain is really coming down hard. Bullet is whimpering in the bathroom and clawing at the door.  

Joe’s arms loosen around you. “Hey,” you grumble in protest when his cock slides out of you. He props himself up to have a look. Then he’s quiet. He lifts his hand and holds it like he’s about to touch her neck while examining the wound. You sharply inhale and he stops short. 

“Get her outta here,” Joel mutters. “Give us a minute.” 

Carter replies, “Where'd that come from–” 

“I’ll handle it,” Joel cuts him off. "Get her outta here."

A clap of thunder.

“Did you cum,” you ask Carter with a blank face. He stares at you with his mouth slightly agape, and you could swear you see him blush.

Saving both of you from Joel's wrath, Carter pretends you were talking to his girl. "She woulda."

"well, she wasn't--" you think about telling Carter his girl wasn't thinking about him, but think better of it. You don't wanna hurt him. "Nevermind."

As he puts his boxers on, Carter boldly tells Joel, "this was always gonna be trouble." Bewildered, he looks back and forth between you and Joel behind you.

Then, Carter helps his girl off the bed. "Alright, come on, baby."

You don’t look directly at her. You’re spaced out.

"i know, baby," he cradles her head as she stands up. He ushers her to the kitchen to look at her neck. 

-

Joel gets up from the bed and pulls on his boxers. 

Bullet is going nuts in the bathroom.

“Do you think Bullet’s okay?” you ask, but Joel doesn't check on him or let him out. All he does is close the bedroom door. As he’s slowly making his way back to you, lightning flashes. 

Joel’s jaw flexes as he stares you down from the shadow of his brow, fingers twitching at his sides. 

He reaches the edge of the bed where you lie. He stands there, facing you.

“That was...bad,” he scolds calmly. Your heart sinks. You would rather him be mad than disappointed. If you deserve anything it's to get smacked around a bit, not this serious face from him.

You sit up, sit back on your knees, and try to hug him. Your eyes water, and your apology barely croaks out. "I'm sorry, you repeat." He feels even taller than usual from this angle. You lower your head, with your arms still loosely around him, nuzzling your hair against his tummy. 

He pulls away a bit and lifts your chin to look at him. Lightning flashes. 

He takes a firm hold of your jaw. “Biting. . .is not okay.” His jaw clenches, and he reads your eyes trying to see if you got it. “Ever,” he adds. The look on his face tells you not to argue.

“Yes sir,” you mumble. 

"You okay?" He asks.

"Okay," he nods to himself. His glistening chest heaves. His neck vein is bulging as he looks down at you. "God damn," he whispers to himself, sounding annoyed. He cracks his neck with no hands, trying to relax.

“You're trying not to hurt me,” you observe. 

He takes a deep breath through his nose and slowly nods as he exhales. “Cause I know how much ya like it.”

You rub your lips together and look down and away. He lays a gentle hand on your head.

When you look up to meet his eyes again, he’s trying to suppress a smile. 

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Well. It wasn't exactly as if you had a choice in the matter. You had been sent to King's Landing as part of a wedding gift from Tyland and Jason's younger brother, Tymon. At least, that was your understanding until Lord Tymon approached you the night before you were set to leave.

“I understand you might be upset at this turn of events.” Tymon stands up. He paces towards you. “But. I have no one else I can turn to.”

You try to keep your face blank and the picture of civility.

“Don't.” Tymon nearly coos. It sends a strange sort of shiver up your spine. “I would be upset too. I just...” He pauses. “You have always been a good and faithful servant to us, and this is sensitive. So sensitive I cannot ask this of anyone else.” He gives you an imploring look.

“What is it, Ser?” You have a sinking feeling in your gut.

"I have one thing to ask of you." Tymon places his finger under your chin. He lifts your chin up so you look him in the eye. "It's simple."

Your heart beat thunders in your chest. "What is it, ser?"

"Before I tell you, you must promise not to tell anyone." He nearly purrs. A brief, dark look crosses over his face. "The reputation of my family may be at stake."

"Of course."

"I need you to keep an eye on the future Lady Lannister. Not for my sake but for my brother's sake."

You knit your brow in confusion.

"I'm not sure I understand, Ser."

"Of course you wouldn't." Tymon pats your cheek. "You're loyal." He steps even closer to you. His green eyes almost sparkle. "You know my brother, Tyland? He's... dull, which means he's never been subject to a lady's schemes. I fear my old friend may be trying to use my older brother. I'm not sure if it's for money or wealth or fame. I find I cannot trust her intentions. So. I need you to make sure she does not take advantage of him." Tymon tilts his head. "It would be his first heartbreak, and I wish to spare him the same sort of pain she caused me."

Your breath catches in your throat.

"Did she break your heart?"

He nods. "Yes, she was to be my betrothed. Instead of staying true, she ran off to King's Landing where she met my brother. At first I thought she chose him because of a perceived slight, but I'm beginning to think she's using him. She's good friends with Prince Aemond. I..." Tymon pauses. He presses his lips together. "I shouldn't say what I'm thinking. She is to be family."

You frown despite yourself. He does seem betrayed, a level of hurt lurking beneath the surface you've felt before.

"You want to spare your brother the heart ache." You echo his earlier words. Tymon slowly smiles.

"You understand me."

You were to spy. The thought did not sit well with you, but what choice did you have in the matter? Surely, if you were to spy, other maids might be there to spy on you as well.

It doesn't help you like Lady Elayna. At first, you are hesitant to meet her. Lannisters never seemed to go for truly nice women. Elayna is different. She does not treat you with indifference or act as if you are invisible. She does not treat you with cruelty either. She is... nice in a genuine way.

It almost feels like a betrayal knowing you are to spy on her. Eventually, you try to forget those were your directives at all.

The memory weighs on your mind every time you watch Elayna interact with the middle Prince. The two were close, no one could deny that. Yet you did not think she was being unfaithful. Both Tyland and Prince Aemond seemed constant fixtures in her life.

Every morning, Elayna get ups and goes to the Sept first thing. She dresses herself but has you do her hair in a simple braid. Most mornings, she goes by herself, but others Tyland waits at her door to escort her.

While Elayna is at the Sept, you arr given an odd task. Every morning, whether it was when he came to escort Elayna to the Sept or when she was at her prayers, Tyland comes by her rooms. He informs you of the outfits Elayna was to wear that day, down to the jewelry.

At first you think it odd, but you never question it. Part of why you didn't was simply because Elayna did not seem to mind. Another part of you wonders. Tyland Lannister has a reputation as a boring, dull man. Picking out his wife's clothes every day doesn't seem like the trait of a boring man.

After her prayers, you dress Elayna in the first chosen outfit. She then goes to watch Prince Aemond spar. You and another maid clean Elayna’s room. If you finish everything an hour before noon, you have a break. Every day, an hour before lunch, Elayna comes back to her rooms. You dress her in the second outfit of the day. She then goes to lunch with her betrothed. About mid-afternoon she changes once more for whatever event she had in the evening. At this point, she lets you go.

“I won't keep you up all night.” She explains.

You notice other odd things. For starters, every time Elayna sees Prince Aemond in the afternoon, she comes back without her necklace on. Lord Tyland is adamant Elayna wear a gold necklace every day. Some of the necklaces look more like a collar in your opinion. You never say anything.

Those necklaces always go missing by the end of the day.

Roella, the other main maid of Lady Elayna's, tells you her theories. She tends to Elayna at night. Most of the time you don't lend credence to what she says. You honestly doubt Prince Aemond could be in Elayna’s room and suddenly disappear when Roella came by.

Eventually, your curiosity gets the better of you. You and Roella, along with some of the other maids, are deep cleaning Elayna’s room. It is a little over a moon's time before Elayna is to be married, and her family is going to be here soon. You and Roella stand at a large basin of water, cleaning Elayna’s sheets.

“Are... are the Prince and Lady Elayna as close as the rumors say?” You keep your gaze cast down. A particular spot on the silk sheets catches your interest.

Roella snorts.

"Oh, they've been fucking. It's a secret to them higher folk, but us maids know. You'll know soon enough." She waggles her eyebrows.

You frown.

"What do you mean the higher folk don't know?" You question. Roella snorts.

"Everyone thinks they are, but no one can provide evidence. Even Larys can't make anything stick, and he can sniff out shit faster than a pig."

A couple other maids titter.

"We'll know once she has a babe. I'd wager money they'll come out with silver hair." Someone says.

"So? Tyland is blond. Depending on how light the babe's hair is, they might pass."

"I heard her future husband is in on it and that's why it doesn't stay." Another maid, Sarae you think, chimes in. "Would explain a lot."

"Oh, now you're just talkin' nonsense. That's just as likely as them who says Elayna gave ol' Clubfoot a foot job for his silence."

"It's true! You remember Marissa? She supposedly went to Ser Tyland and suddenly! She was Aegon's maid. Her Majesty gave Marissa the boot within three moons."

Some of the maids shudder. You give Roella an inquiring look. She shakes her head.

"Be careful 'round Aegon. He's got an appetite on him. Ain't exactly polite about it neither." She begins pulling the sheets out of the soapy water. "Lady Elayna will protect you. I think she's been waiting for a chance to have a go at 'im."

The gossip turns to other subjects. You can't help being stuck on this one. So far, Elayna seemed the picture of a lady. She certainly didn't seem like the type to do such a thing. She had her mischievous streak, but she was still young.

Roella's words turn out to be a prophecy. You did know not too long after.

Soft noises come from within the Small Council's chamber. You frown. Everyone should be at the festivities. It was Aegon's name day, and while people had differing opinions about the Prince, everyone knew a party in his name would include much debauchery. You saw everyone on the Council downstairs, and you know the doors are often locked to prevent people from sneaking in during events like this.

You inch towards the heavy doors. It's sheerly curiosity getting the better of you.

A low moan comes from between the heavy wooden doors. Soon, a satisfied yet mischievous feminine laugh follows. You stop dead in your tracks. Even though you haven't seen anything, your eyes grow wide.

It must be Aegon in there, surely it is just Aegon in there with some noble lady who thinks she might curry favor. You try to make your feet move. You aren't sure why, but you can't seem to move. Maybe... maybe it's because the laugh somehow seems familiar.

"Oh." A gasp cuts through the air. "My King!"

You stare at the doors in amazement and fear. The voice was absolutely Elayna’s, that much was clear. You had thought Tymon had been lying to you, trying to make you paranoid and fear Elayna, but it truly seems as if she might be disgracing his elder brother by laying with another man. You bite your bottom lip. Surely. Surely it wasn't with Aegon? She seemed to barely tolerate him.

Your feet move suddenly and of their own volition. Oh. You know. You know you should not peek to see. Elayna would never forgive you if she felt you had betrayed her trust, but you have to know. You have to see exactly who it is. You creep towards the doors.

What you see through the cracks takes you by surprise.

Elayna lays on the table, her skirts bunched at her waist. You do see silver hair between her legs, just as you feared, but it is not Aegon's short curls. Instead, Aemond's long hair gleams in the moonlight. It's mussed, no doubt from Elayna keeping Aemond's head pressed to her center. Aemond's right arm moves. You can see his bicep flex with small movements, but his right forearm flexes the most. You can't see his fingers since they disappear in front of him. You don't need to, not with the noises falling from Elayna’s mouth and the slick sounds of her arousal echoing in the room.

Shame tries to take hold of your body. You can't move. You're mesmerized by the sight in front of you. Aemond brings his left hand up from under Elayna's thigh. He places it up on top of her leg. Elayna sits up some. She reaches out and takes hold of his free hand. She leans on her left elbow more to compensate. Her breasts threaten to spill out from her dress. Elayna attempts several times to thread her fingers through Aemond's. Whatever he is doing with his mouth and opposite hand must be extraordinary because Elayna's whole body shakes.

"Aemond." She whines.

The sounds stop abruptly. Aemond pulls back. Is it just your imagination, or can you actually see strands of Elayna’s arousal on his mouth? Your heart beats loudly against your chest.

" 'Tis not my name tonight." Aemond's voice is low. The fingers on Elayna’s thigh tap on her skin with barely restrained displeasure.

"My King." Elayna presses herself fully up to sitting. It takes her several tries. Aemond outright smirks.

Could he... could he do that to you? Could he render you that immobile from pleasure? Certainly just watching him makes it seem that he can.

"My King." Elayna's chest heaves. She sits fully upright now. "My King, I just wanted to hold your hand."

"And what makes you think you deserve that?" Despite being on his knees, Aemond clearly holds all the power. Elayna arches an eyebrow. Her attempt at imperiousness falls flat with how flustered she clearly is.

"I clearly did enough to deserve your mouth. I don't see why I should do more just to hold your ha-"

A loud, wet smack sounds. You jump at it, placing both your hands over your chest. Elayna nearly comes up off the table. Aemond slowly stands up. The two of them stare at each other.

"I will not tolerate insolence tonight." Aemond murmurs. His hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles going white. You find yourself breathing as hard as Elayna is. It almost feels as if your breathes are in sync with hers.

"I'm sorry, My King." Elayna pushes towards him.

"Yes, you tend to be sorry when I smack your greedy cunt."

You barely stop your jaw from falling to the floor. You wouldn't have expected Aemond to talk like that. Certainly, you didn't expect for him to sound so confident and domineering. Your pulse races throughout your entire body like wildfire. Carefully, you inch closer.

"I truly did not mean to be a brat, My King." Elayna looks up at him from underneath her eyelashes. Aemond snorts derisively.

"And yet you were."

Despite his cold tone, you can see Aemond move to unlace his britches. Elayna lets her gaze drop to the movement of his hands. She swallows.

"Do you think you deserve this cock?" Aemond's whole arm moves now, a slow steady motion. It sets your whole body ablaze and your brain spinning. Elayna nods fervently. "Beg for it, then."

"Please, my King. I want it." Elayna bats her eyelashes. She tries to place her calves around Aemond's waist. Aemond takes hold of both her calves and pushes them up and back towards her.

"You said you weren't going to be a brat." His voice is iron and steel. Desire pools in your stomach. Without realize it, you palm one of your breasts over your shift. The other drops down slowly.

" 'm sorry!" Elayna nearly whines. To see the normally proud Elayna reduced to this state makes you pulse around nothing. Aemond makes a sound as if he doesn't believe her. "Please. Please my King. I want your cock, need your cock."

Elayna’s begging goes straight to your head. You move your hand further down so you can press the heel of your palm against your public bone. You nearly paw at your own breast.

The more you listen, the wetter you get. You don't even register what you're doing until your hand has dipped beneath your skirts and small clothes.

"I'm not sure you deserve it." Aemond murmurs. Elayna outright whines.

“I do! I've been good!”

You circle your clit. Fuck. You know you shouldn't be doing this, but you can't help it. Your breath catches in your throat at the same time Elayna’s does. You see Aemond take hold of both of Elayna’s thighs and press them towards her body. For a second, it looks as if he might push her fully down onto the table. He doesn't. Instead, much to your surprise, Elayna’s ankles end up braced on his shoulders.

Pure lust races through your body. You slip one finger inside of you. You watch with baited breath. Aemond and Elayna moan and sigh at the same time. Elayna's hands wrap themselves around the back of Aemond's neck.

For a minute, all you can see is them. Aemond thrusts into Elayna. At first, it seems controlled. Eventually he loses his composure. His hair almost bounces with each movement of his hips. Elayna's thigh jiggle with each smack of Aemond's hips. Her fingers go from just resting on the nape of his neck to clawing his back. They're both still fully clothed, so all she manages to do is wrinkle his shirt.

The table squeaks with each harsh thrust. Elayna openly moans. You try to keep rhythm with Aemond, to use the sound of the table to keep time, but it's difficult. Eventually, you give up and keep your own pace with your fingers. You can tell they're whispering to each other, but you can't make out what they're saying. You don't think you could even if your blood wasn't pounding in your ears.

Elayna's punched out moans and Aemond's grunts make you wetter and wetter. It sounds like a perfect harmony. You try to curl your fingers just right. You have to slide down the door some in order to get a better angle. You look through the gap in the door again to see what exactly they're doing to each other.

Over Aemond's shoulder, you notice. Your blood goes from boiling to freezing with a matter of seconds. Elayna is looking at you.

She sees you.

Her kiss-bruised lips curl into a predatory expression. Your eyes widen in fear. Quickly, you pull your fingers out of yourself. The squelch is embarrassing, adding even more humiliation to the moment. You begin to stumble away, trying not to knock into anything as you walk backwards. Your pulse now thunders with fear. When you look up, you see Elayna's lips by Aemond's ear.

"honey, i don't know why you don't like her, but she's trying to make things right between you two. you need to go back to school shopping, and I have to go help Uncle Sam at the VA, and Aunt Sarah is busy, so my only other option right now is Y/N. she is my girlfriend, and i love her. that is something you are going to have to accept." he said, and she stomped again.

"no, daddy. i won't. what about Auntie Becca?" she asked, and Bucky sighed. his patience with his daughter was wearing thin, and he was about 2 minutes away from yelling, something he desperately didn't want to do. whenever he yelled, she would tense up in fear, and her beautiful cerulean eyes that she got from him would fill with tears and terror.

"you know Auntie Becca can't. she's getting older, honey. she can't go out for longer periods of time anymore. if it was something else like clothes shopping, i would say yes, but you have to go to multiple stores, and it would tire her out too much. i'm sorry." he said, and breathed heavily out of his nose as she grunted, an angry look on her little red face, and stormed away, most likely to call her mother.

Bucky swore as soon as she was out of earshot. she was just like her mother, and as much as Bucky loved his daughter, sometimes he wished that you were her mother instead of his ex wife Alexis, who tended to fill Willow's head with lies. lies that were turning into the complete opposite of the sweet girl she was when she was little. lies that turned her against you.

he knew that Alexis really didn't care about Willow. as soon as she grew out of her toddler years, Alexis didn't want the blonde, curly haired little girl anymore, and that meant she didn't want Bucky anymore. she would pay Willow off to leave her alone, and would fill her head with nonsense, all because Bucky chose Willow when he was given an ultimatum by Alexis; her or Willow.

and there wasn't even anything Bucky could do about it. Alexis wouldn't sign away her rights, and that meant that Willow had to continue to see her, per the court documents that sat in his home office behind him.

he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and unlocked it. he found your contact, and hit the text to speech button.

"she'll go, but she's still in a mood." he said, and sent it when all the text appeared.

you answered moments later.

'she's just a teenager. i'll give her some ice cream and take her to get her nails done and she'll love me.' you responded, and Bucky chuckled, before grabbing a beer from the fridge, and flopping onto the couch.

"daddy, can you do my hair?" Willow asked as she strolled into Bucky's room. Bucky groaned from where his head was buried underneath the pillow.

"flower, it's 9 am." Bucky responded, wrapping the comforter tighter around him.

"exactly daddy. everyone else in the world is up, and you've had more sleep than any human alive right now. get your bum bum up and do my hair. i'm leaving in an hour." she said, and Bucky sighed over dramatically and lifted his head from under the pillow.

"go get your hair stuff. let me get dressed." he said, and Willow dashed out of the room. he groaned, and pulled his body from the bed. he grabbed a random shirt out of his closet and pulled it over his body as Willow marched back into the room with her hair basket in her hands. she waltzed into the bathroom, and placed the bin on the counter before grabbing the stool and plopping down onto it.

Bucky followed her in, and picked up the wide tooth comb, combing through any knots and tangles he found, before twisting and pulling her soft blonde ringlets into two braids on either side of her face, and bringing them around and securing them together at the back.

"there. have you eaten?" he asked, as he followed Willow out of the bathroom and into the living room.

"yep."

"did you make a mess of my kitchen?"

"obviously. but i cleaned it."

"putting the dirty dishes in the sink is not 'cleaning the kitchen'."

"okay, then i didn't clean the kitchen but i will right now." she said before darting into the kitchen. she transferred the bowls and plates into the dishwasher.

"good. did you brush your teeth?"

"i'm about to."

"good. take your phone with you. i might have to leave with Sam to go deal with Karli, and if i do i'll text you." he said, pulling a coffee cup out of the cupboard. "look at that," he said, smiling at the fresh pot of coffee in the pot. "you are the best daughter in the world."

"well i don't want you acting like the grumpy old man you are deep down." Willow said as she passed Bucky to put the milk back in the fridge. when she turned back towards him as she closed the door, he leant forward and flicked her in forehead.

"don't be a jackass."

"says the biggest jackass in the world."

"5 bucks, swear jar."

"ugh!" she groaned, and trudged to her room to grab the $5.

Bucky chuckled, and walked back to his room with his coffee cup in hand.

Willow came in a while later, and gave Bucky one last hug, before he heard the door open and close, and the two of you were off shopping. Bucky sat down on the bed, and sipped his coffee, before his phone went off. he grabbed it off his night stand, and sighed when he saw Sam's contact.

he answered, and held it to his ear. "hey."

"hey, man." Sam replied. "i got a lead on Karli. she's headed for New York. the GRC are having their final vote there."

Bucky placed his coffee cup down, and stood from the bed. "give me the coordinates and i can be there as soon as possible."

you were walking with Willow towards Old Navy when her phone went off followed by yours.

"no!" she whined, and you stopped.

"what's wrong?" you asked softly, and she showed you her phone that had a message from Bucky letting her know that he had to go help Sam deal with Karli. "shit." you said.

"you should put money in the swear jar." she grumbled, and you smiled.

"does that mean you have to go to your moms tonight?" you asked, as the two of you continued walking.

"yeah. can you give me a ride?"

"say the magic word and i can." you retorted and smiled when she rolled her eyes.

"PLEASE can you drive me to my moms house."

"of course i can. glad to know your father taught you some manners which is surprising since he doesn't have any. let's get you some jeans." you said, and lead her into the store, completely missing the smile that broke out on her face.

you were awoken hours later by your phone ringing. you groaned from your spot in Bucky's bed, and grabbed your phone off the charger. you hoped it was Bucky, and you were slightly disappointed when it wasn't, but you became concerned when you saw Willow's ID.

"Willow?" you asked into the phone. "everything okay? it's like 2 am."

"Y/N," she asked, choking out a sob. you shot up from the bed, and grabbed a pair of Bucky's sweatpants from the floor. you put the phone on speaker. "c-can you come get me? i wanna come home."

"i'm on my way. what's going on?" you asked, as you pulled on a shirt, and searched for your keys.

"m-mom's really mad. she was saying bad things about you, and i t-tried to stand up for you, but she just got even more mad. she called me a bitch and told me she wished i was never born." she managed out before she broke down into even more sobs.

"i'm on my way, honey. just stay on the phone with me." you said as you scooped up Alpine, and grabbed the keys to your car. you headed out the door, and moments later, you were racing to get Willow.

as soon as you arrived at her mothers house (mansion, more like) you saw her. she was sitting outside with her bags around her, sobbing. her tiny body was shaking from the cold night air, and your heart broke for her. you hung up the phone and jumped out of the car.

as soon as you reached her, she practically fell into your arms, and you hugged her to your chest. you grabbed the two duffels beside her, and walked the two of you to the car. as soon as she was in the car, you placed Alpine on her lap, you were headed back to Bucky's place.

"look, i know you don't like me, but i am here for you." you explained, as you turned onto the freeway.

"i used to not like you." Willow said quietly, stroking Alpines fur. "when i first met you, i didn't. i don't know why."

you chuckled. "it's because you are your fathers daughter. you're fiercely loyal, and over protective to those you love."

Willow nodded. "i didn't want to lose him." she whispered, more tears pouring down her soft cheeks.

"you won't. trust me." you said, turning to look at her briefly. "i would never take him away from you. you are his first priority, and i understand that. i am okay with that. i only want the best for you."

"i'm sorry i've been so bratty." she apologized, and you shook your head.

"you haven't been a brat. not in the slightest."

now it was her turn to shake her head. "no, i have been. i always am, according to mom." she said as you pulled in the parking lot. you parked the car and turned to look at Willow.

"your mother says you're a brat?" you asked in disbelief.

"yeah." she admitted. "she says she glad that she only has to see me once in a while. apparently she can't take me for more than a few days at a time."

"Willow," you said sadly, as the little girl broke down into tears again. you wrapped your arms around her again, and let her cry into your shirt. "let's go inside and get you warm."

she nodded, and pulled away. you grabbed the bags, and the three of you headed inside the apartment building. she placed Alpine on the ground before walking into Bucky's room, and pulling his red henley out of the closet. she walked into the bathroom, and got ready for bed. she came out a few moments later, and gave you a shy smile, drowning in her daddy's red shirt.

"Willow, come here." you said, patting the spot next to you. she crawled in next to you, and you wrapped your arms around her again. "you know what your mother said about you isn't true, right? you're not a bitch, and you're not a brat. you're a sweet little girl who loves her daddy a whole lot. none of that makes you a brat." you whispered, and she nodded, curling up closer to you.

"you're good for Daddy." she whispered, and her hand fisted in your shirt, as she fought back tears. "Daddy loves you a lot."

you chuckled quietly. "i know. he tells me all the time. he loves you more, you know that right?"

she nodded, and you smiled before continuing. "he once told me about his first night alone with you as a single father." you said. "you were barely 4, and yet somehow, you knew not to ask for your mom. you just cuddled up in his lap, and asked to watch The Hobbit with him, and you watched the entire thing. a 3 hour movie is a lot for a 4 year old, but you did it anyways. then, you refused to sleep in your own bed, choosing rather to sleep on top of your daddy. that was the first night ever that he didn't have a nightmare, all because you were in his arms."

Willow sniffled, and you pressed a kiss to her head. "your mom isn't a nice person. i know it hurts to hear that, but she only cares about herself, and that's not what a mother does. a mother cares about her child, and loves them no matter what. i would NEVER think to call you a brat, because you aren't. you are a human, a human with feelings."

Willow tightened her grip. "i wish you were my mommy." she said, and you smiled.

"i can be." you offered. "but that is ultimately up to you, not me."

"i want you to be." she said, and you sniffled, blinking to clear the tears.

"okay, baby. i'll be your mama." you said, and gently rocked Willow back and forth until she drifted off to sleep, safe in your arms. she may not look like you. she may not have grown inside of you. but family wasn't always blood. Bucky has surely proven that with his relationship with Sam and his family. she was your daughter now, no matter what anyone said.

Willow woke up a few hours later to Bucky lifting her up.

"no daddy! let me stay with you and mama, please." Willow said, trying to crawl away from Bucky, still half asleep. Bucky stopped, and stared at her.

"Willow, did you just call her mama?" he asked in disbelief, and she nodded, a grumpy look on her face.

"yes, old man, i did. she's the best mama ever. much better than my real mother. and it was my decision, not hers. i want her to be my mama. she said she'd love to be my mama." she grumbled, clearly wanting to sleep again. Bucky sniffled, tears building in his eyes.

"i love you so much, flower." Bucky whispered, pulling her against his chest.

"i love you too, daddy. now get your bum bum in the bed. i'm tired and if we keep talking you're going to wake mama up." she said, and curled herself up against your back, falling asleep almost instantly. Bucky climbed in right beside her, sandwiching Willow in between the two of you. he reached his metal arm over the two of them, and leaned over to press a kiss to your temple.

"thank you, baby girl. you're going to be the best mama ever."

“My little Birdy, sit down, I got this.” The mother moved behind her daughter and gently steered her to the breakfast nook, while she went in the direction of the playpen.

“Oh my little cherubs, what seems to be the matter?” Speaking to the babies in a soft voice, the grandmother grabbed Grant and brought him over to his mother, who quickly cradled the bundle of joy in her arms, while she returned for her namesake, cradling her closely, shushing her softly. It didn’t do much but as Lyra sat at the breakfast nook across from her daughter she began to rock the baby in her arms, Birdy copying her mother’s actions, brushing her finger down Grant’s sweet button nose.

“Let’s see… your belly's full, you are clean, warm, nothing seems to be off, I think your Mumma has just forgotten the most important thing, a lullaby!” Birdy looked at her mother with wide eyes, while she simply just smiled at her. “When you were a baby you could be quite fussy as well and the only way to get you to settle down was for me to sing a little lullaby. So I think what these two need is a little diddy and they’ll be right as rain.” Birdy’s mother began to hum one of the ever so familiar songs from her childhood. A song to ease her worries as her mother held her.

“I'm rocking you to sleep, the water's dark and deep inside this ancient heart. You'll always be a part of me.” both babies had stopped crying and were now yawning, holding onto the fingers of the women holding them.

“Goodnight, my angel, now it's time to dream. And dream how wonderful your life will be. Someday your child may cry and if you sing this lullaby, then in your heart, there will always be a part of me.” Little Lyra had drifted off into slumberland, while Grant had gone quiet, his eyes fighting hard to stay open but as Birdy continued to brush her pointer finger down his nose, it was becoming a losing battle.

“Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabies go on and on. They never die, that’s how you and I will be.” Both babies asleep, Birdy looked up at her mother in relief but stopped when she saw the sad look in her familiar eyes.

“Birdy since you were just a Babe in my arms I dreamed this moment over and over again, it never varied until now. I need you to know that I love you so much and I’m so very proud of you, proud of the woman you have become. You are a superhero, not many mothers out there can say their child is a superhero.” it felt as if her heart had dropped to the pit of Birdy’s stomach as she watched her mother put Little Lyra back in the playpen with a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m sharing this moment with you now because I know it’s going to come true for you, but I need you to remember something for me...” Lyra placed her hand on her daughter's cheek, brushing the single tear away. “Remember you were loved by me. That you made my life a happy one, and there is no tragedy in that.” Kissing Birdy on the forehead? Lyra moved towards the back door, her daughter getting up as carefully as possible, hoping not to wake the babies.

“Don’t go please, I love you!”

With a smile on her face Lyra blew a kiss to her daughter and then was out the door.

Birdy gasped sitting up. Wanda, falling off of her, being forced from the comfortable place where she had laid her head on Birdy’s stomach to watch the Breakfast Club in the blanket fort that Peter and Morgan had assembled earlier in the day. The fort took up over half of the New Avengers main living room and sat in front of the television. It's where the duo, Peter and Morgan had hung out and watched cartoons together, waiting for budget meetings and debriefings for the week to be over.

Wanda and Birdy had quickly fallen in love with the fort, and with Peter and Morgan for inviting them inside to help keep the little girl company until her parents were done working for the day. When Morgan had left they had decided to leave it up for a John Hughes movie marathon. Bucky and Steve had come to join the youngest Avengers in watching the films.

All eyes had moved from Breakfast Club to a gasping Birdy. Wanda’s hand was quick to grab hers and give it a reassuring squeeze, trying to pull her from her frantic daze. Birdy’s eyes started to scan the cozy space, seeing that the popcorn was all gone and Peter had stopped mid way to the Jelly Beans, now peering at her in worry. Bucky was on his side looking from her to Steve, as he put his hand on her shoulder, trying to give comfort.

“I’ll go get Mr. Barton and Miss Natasha!” Peter’s quick reflexes had him out of the fort in seconds, without knocking anything down, before anyone could say anything.

Birdy was trying so hard to figure out what was going on. She knew where she was, at the compound. She knew it was Friday, movie nights with Peter and Wanda, and that she had fallen asleep at the end of Weird Science, her least favorite John Hughes movie.

She had been dreaming, yet it felt so real. But she wasn’t carrying a child and she wasn’t even dating anyone, so it made no sense. Also her mother just leaving like that? Strange. The more Birdy thought on the dream the more her head started to hurt. Someone calling her name pulled her from her thoughts and looking up Clint stood crouched above her.

“Hey Kiddo, are you back with us?” Clint held out his hand to Birdy, which she gladly took, letting go of Wanda’s, and allowing the archer to pull her up off the blanketed floor. Natasha stood at the entrance of the fort in her pajamas, looking in, watching as Clint hugged the younger woman. Right away Natasha knew something was off.

“Yeah, I’m sorry you guys, I had the strangest dream and it-” Birdy’s face was scrunched up in almost confusion, as she stared off behind Clint’s shoulder. “-It felt so real.” Her voice died off as Clint hugged her close to him.

“It wasn’t a vision was it?” Natasha moved inside the blanket fort, her question was more of one of concern. Every time that Birdy had a vision, something bad was about to happen or come their way, like the time she had envisioned the meeting with General Ross, the next day the team was torn in two, because of the Sokovia Accords. Birdy just shook her head, it wasn’t a vision that she knew of.

“Well if it was just a dream, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Wanda and Peter, why don’t you go make chamomile tea. Steve go adjust the temperature? I think it’s a little warm. Bucky do whatever it is you want to do.” Natasha waved the former assassin off, “Clint and I are going to just sit in here with you until you feel better.” Sitting on the loveseat, Natasha patted the empty cushion next to her as Clint guided Birdy to sit next to her.

Before anyone could do what the Black Widow demanded, a gust of wind blew through knocking many of the blankets to the ground. Bucky was up on his feet in flash as none of the windows were open. This gust of wind was not ordinary. Steve moved to the opening of the fort with a pillow in front of him, peeking out into the living room.

In front of the windows facing the vast forestry surrounding the compound, stood Pietro Maximoff and Jasper Valentine, the pair of them holding on to Birdy’s older brother Rory. The trio looked disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and their hair all over the place. Steve felt his body relax when he recognized them, dropping the pillow to the ground. Scoffing, Jasper let go of the warlock first, and made his way forward, hugging Steve.

“Rory Sellar, what have I told you about just portaling unannounced into the compound?” Steve let go of Jasper before he made his way to Pietro, hugging the twin of his teammate, then to Rory, who just cleared his throat and looked to the ground. Pietro shook his head, getting Steve’s attention, immediately the scolding died in Steve’s throat.

“Steve, is Birdy awake?” Rory’s voice cracked as Natasha and Bucky looked out. Bucky gave a slight wave of his hand at the newcomers, while Natasha tilted her head in the direction of the fort. The group made their way inside the massive fort following behind Natasha. Birdy, jumping up from the couch at the sight of her older brother, rushed to give him a hug. Rory took his little sister in his arms, hugging her tightly, as he kissed her on the crown of her forehead.

“I just had the weirdest dream…” Birdy pulled away as she heard Rory sniffle, looking up at him in concern.

“Birdy I’m so sorry, she wouldn’t let me portal to come get you, she said she didn’t want you to see her that way.” Birdy’s face scrunched up in confusion. “I begged her to let me come get you, but she said no, and Dad agreed.” Rory started to let the tears fall.

“Rory, you aren’t making any sense, what is going on?” Pietro was by the warlock's side in an instant, his hand on his shoulder, looking at Wanda, who gasped after reading her twin brother's mind. Wanda looked away with tears in her eyes, hand covering her mouth in shock and sadness.

“What’s wrong? Is everyone okay?” Thousands of questions swam through her head, as her brother grabbed her hand, holding it as Natasha made her way to the younger girl's side.

“It’s mom Birdy, she’s gone.” tears started to build up behind the girl's eyes at her brother's words. Shaking her head, Birdy felt as if the room dropped ten degrees in that moment. “She has gone to be with souls in the great beyond.”

Before anyone knew it Birdy was falling to knees, a cry erupted from her mouth, “No!”

Birdy screamed while the power in the building started to flicker as the walls started to shake. Natasha, at Birdy’s side, pulled her to her side. Steve looked around realizing they needed to get the young witch calmed down or they were going to be in trouble.

“Rory you need to get her out of here, the building isn’t going to be able to handle this sort of shaking.” As he spoke part of the stucco from the ceiling fell on his shoulder.

“You.”

“Well that's cute.”

Genevieve was nervous about something, you could tell that much when you saw that she was toying with her bottom lip, and not the sexy type she used to seduce you.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“We have to get out of here!” She blurted out, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the secret backdoor only you and Genevieve knew about.

“What are you talking about? I'm fine, there is no danger.” You calmly said, rolling your eyes.

“Can you just trust me, please, this is real. I need you to trust me! We need to leave.” She was frantic, a complete 180 from what you knew. Genevieve never acted like this, that was your job, she was the calming one in your relationship. Her behaviour only making it a little more real, she was scared. Not only for herself but for you too.

Something terrible was going to happen and she knew about it.

When she deemed the two of you safe from harm, She had only slightly relaxed, looking over her shoulder every other minute as you drove to one of your underground safe houses.

She sat at the dining table, a glass of water in her hand as the other shook until you covered it with your own.

“Chill out, it's just you and me.” Once her breathing started to even out, you continued. “Start from the beginning and tell me everything you know.”

“I’m not who you think I am. I didn’t meet you by accident.” She started and you were already confused. “I was sent to cross paths with you and get close to you. Collect intel and they told me to kill you.”

With furrowed brows and your jaw hitting the floor, you pulled your hand away in disgust, the chair you were sitting on scraped across the floor as you pushed away from her. Before you stormed out of the room to your bedroom, you stalked over to Genevieve, an evil glint and a slice of betrayal in your eyes as you slapped her, leaving a red welt in the shape of your hand.

You were furious, how could she betray you like that? How could she tell you that she was here to kill you but say that she loved you?

You couldn't trust her, no now, not after she was planted in your way so that you would cross paths with her. What were you to think?

Shaking your head, you wiped at your face, the anger rising in your chest at the thought of the lies. You had dealt with snakes that tried to get closer to you, those that thought that they could wriggle themselves into your pants and it had all ended badly but in this case you had actually started to believe that there was something between the two of you that was real, not built of lies or wanting to rule the empire that you did.

Unlocking the door to the walk in closet, you saw the sand bag hanging from the ceiling. It was the only thing you could rely on other than the guns that you had hidden in there.

You snarled at the dull beige boxing bag, the only exciting thing was the blood that had speckled the canvas material where you had broken the tissue of your knuckles. It was about to get some more blood if you weren't careful but instead, you wrapped up your fists and punched as hard as you could. All the pent up frustrations coming out of the most lethal part of the body - the heart - the blood pulsed through your veins leaked out, turning into energy and exploding onto the bag.

All the anger had now turned into curiosity about who she was and why she was sent here. You wanted, no, needed answers but you were too frustrated and your mind wasn’t clear, you were going to the only place you could think of right now.

Unwrapping the bandages on your knuckles and wrists, chucking them onto the floor, not giving a shit about where it landed.

“Stay here,” you commanded Genevieve as you stomped out of the door, shoving a wad of cash into your pocket, a gun in you thigh holster, hidden by your long overcoat.

“Where are you going?”

“Like you give a damn. If you even think about leaving this place, I will kill you. We’ll talk after I’ve taken care of some business.”

You walked in, a snarl in your face as you immediately went to the man in care of the place. “I need a woman that won’t talk when I fuck her and will listen to every command I have to give her.”

The man nodded, taking the cash you handed him, counting it. “Room 12.” He told you, you overheard that he was going to send in a woman called Rose Sacamano.

Leaving the door open, you stripped off your leather jacket, shoes being kicked off to the side. All other clothing came off as soon as Rose had walked in. She closed the door behind her, dropping her robe, revealing her naked body.

You couldn't care less what she looked like. This woman was just a random fuck who was going to be used as a way to get rid of the pent up frustration.

“On all fours. Hope you like being used like a little slut.”

Once the boys are gone, the two of you sit at the table for a while, then go for a walk. She doesn't talk much. You try not to think about how you and Carter have kinda roleplayed as her and Joel. Not by name -- but the situation you played out was basically theirs, and you were thinking of her when you did it. The fantasy was your way of getting Carter to be more aggressive, and it worked. Now that you're with sweet pea alone, you feel like you've sold her short in your characterization. It's easy to think of her as passive and meek with how dominant Joel is, but she has a strong energy of her own. She oozes sensuality in the way she moves, like she can't help it.

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When you're back, you play cards and read. Later, you pull out a flask of whiskey and you both have a little bit to drink. You look at a magazine and talk about what you would wear and do if you went out on dates. She brings out some old nail polish Joel brought home one day. She paints your nails and the light touch of her hands makes you tingle.

She's pretty, really pretty, and there's something magnetic about her. She's quiet and sweet, and on the surface there's an innocence about her, even if it's just the way Joel dresses her, or the contrast between her and Joel. But there's something darker underneath; you can see it flickering in her eyes during some moments, like when you ask her what happened to Jackson and she seems to suppress a smile.

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Carter and Joel don't come back when you expect. Sweet pea goes to bed. You wait up a little longer, then you hear her crying.

Your shoes are already off. You tiptoe to their bedroom and the door is open, but you knock lightly anyway. She ignores it. She's curled up in the bed with her head buried in the pillow, facing the door where you stand. The room is dim. You step forward and sit on the edge of the bed. You reassure her, "they're gonna come back, they're fine."

She shakes her head and wipes her eyes. You insist they'll be fine.

"It's not just that," she mumbles into the pillow.

"Then what is it?"

She keeps sniffling into the pillow. You sit there for another minute then slowly lift the comforter and she lets you. You slip into the bed. You're wearing pants and a t-shirt. She's wearing a nightie and one nipple is peeking out of it.

"He doesn't kiss me," she whispers, with her eyes still pinched shut and it breaks your heart. “He wont.” Her cheeks are wet.

You scoot closer to her. You're facing each other on your sides. Her eyes are still closed. Her tears are wetting the pillow. You brush one off her cheek and her eyes flutter open. She deserves to be kissed. You look at her apologetically and she looks at your lips. You look at hers.

You find yourself scooting closer and your face drifts toward hers. You get closer and closer until your noses are almost touching. You cup her cheek, and brush your thumb across her bottom lip. She tilts her chin up, then you cup her cheek and close the gap. Your noses brush and you press your lips into hers. You cradle her head and she kisses you back. Your tongue parts her lips and her mouth accepts yours, first passively, then hungrily. Your hand moves from her head to her back, holding her against you. She holds you, too. You're throbbing in your pants. Seeking pressure, you put a leg over hers and let out a little "mm" into her mouth as the crotch of your pants presses into her nightie.

Your lips smack as she abruptly pulls her face away. You reflexively take your leg back. She licks her lips and rubs them together, furrowing her brow, looking down. She takes a deep breath through her nose. "I shouldn't," she whines. “He-”

You nuzzle your nose against hers without kissing her. "It's ok," you whisper into her cheek. “He's not gonna know.” You kiss her cheek, still wet and salty with tears. Then you kiss her neck, and she doesn't stop you.

She repeats your words. "He's not. . .mm--hes not gonna know."

You can't resist her. You put your leg over hers again. This time, her thigh nudges between your legs. Your hand comes to the warm bare skin of her upper back. She's sweet, and she feels spring loaded with desire. You begin to suck her neck. She sighs and melts into your arms. God, no wonder Joel can't keep his hands off her. You could devour her.

You're beginning to suck her neck harder than you realize. "Careful," she whispers and she's right. Her hand comes to your face and she nudges your chin so your lips return to hers. You grind against her thigh and her hand comes between you. Your pants suddenly loosen - she's quietly unbuttoned your jeans. You urgently kick them off, briefly wondering if Joel would kill you, but unable to stop. You'll hear them get back, and it'll be like you just went to bed. You leave your underwear on.

As soon as your pants are off, your bodies and faces come together. You breathe through your nose as you kiss her and nudge the loose strap of her nightie off her shoulder. You palm her tit and feel a bolt of need between your legs. You pry your mouth from hers and bring your lips to her breast, sucking her nipple into your mouth. She lets out a whimper. You're gentle and careful.

You nudge her onto her back and you lie on your right side with your left leg over hers. Your lips return to hers and you grab her thigh as you kiss. Your hand slides up her thigh and you find she's not wearing panties. Yours are soaked, she can probably feel it against her hip as you grind against her. You're mostly on top of her now. but still bracing some of your weight on your right arm. You lift your leg enough to put your hand between her thighs. Your clit twitches when your fingers touch her curls. Your middle finger nudges between her folds and she's dripping for you.

Your lips break apart as she shudders at your touch. Your nipples harden and you breathe heavily against each other's cheeks. She holds onto the sheets and her hips lift into your hand. You rub her, and your clit throbs. You've only been touching her for a minute when she lets out a little whimper. She's so sensitive. She moans and you catch it in your mouth, kissing her again. Her mouth falls away from yours with another moan, and her spine arches. Her body jerks and she whines. "Jo–ohh," she whines as she cums, then whispers "shit," with her brows furrowed, "Mmm."

You're throbbing against her hip. Her noises are so sweet. You lightly grind against her as she finishes, and you begin to pulse. You bring your hand from her cunt back to her breast and press yourself against her. You kiss her again with her nipple digging into your palm and your hips pressing into her as you ride out your peak. When you're finished, you take your weight off her and roll back onto your side. You lightly stroke her hand. It's kinda sweet that she can't cum without thinking about him.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I wasn't thinking. I just–"

"It's ok," you whisper and fix her nightie. "It's how it should be." She turns on her side to face you. "He loves you," you reassure her. Her eyes widen and get watery, then she pinches them shut and shakes her head.

"Carter thinks so," you whisper.

"Really?" She asks and opens her eyes like that means something.

You nod. "Some people just… have their own way."

She sniffles. "Thank you."

You put your pants back on and fix her hair for her, then you get a blanket from the other room and you lie on top of the comforter. You feel bad for her. You thought she was so lucky - dicked down by Joel Miller at least once a day and it's no secret what he's packing. You saw her as queen consort of the raiders. The men were afraid to even look at her. At first you were a little jealous of how much Carter cared about protecting her, until you were around them enough to see she was like a little sister to him. The way Carter talks about Joel, it’s obvious Joel's crazy about her. But he needs to show her, damn. He needs to show her with something other than his dick and his gun, even though it's hot how violently protective and possessive he is. Hopefully he at least goes down on her. Shit, he's probably really good at it. You want to know but don't want to make her sad by asking. You imagine their private moments as you drift off.

You fall asleep.

and I guess you could have an MFFM dream where you're making out while your guys fuck you

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You don’t know what it was, but something about that flight changed you. Maybe it was the ungodly hour you had to wake up. Or maybe it was the dreaded window seat you were forced to sit in.

“I’m in the window seat.” Those were the first and last words you ever spoke to her. She got up and let you through silently, politely, trivially. There was nothing special about the moment, but you felt a warmth rush through you nonetheless.

Maybe it was the romantic orange hue that is only appreciated at sunset but is particularly special on airplanes. Maybe it was the way you both silently started to doze off together. Maybe it was the way that, despite you not getting any sleep, you looked over to see her face moving to face you, even in her sleep. Maybe it was the way your breaths synced together.

When the food cart rolled past, you wanted to wake her up and ask if she wanted anything. You wanted to do a lot of things during the hour and a half flight. You grabbed the cookies offered to you and pictured her waking up asking where her cookies were. You would offer to share yours, and then you’d tell her the things she missed when she was asleep. Like how the old man in front of you was playing solitaire on his phone but when he failed to finish the game, he would open up Grindr and scroll through the eligible bachelors from god knows where. You wanted to tell her how the flight attendant went around shutting windows, turning the romantic orange hue into the sterile cream of the plane interior. Or you’d tell her that the man across from your seats jumped in his seat and screamed out loud at something on his tv.

When she woke up, your biceps brushed just once. It was the warmest touch you had ever felt.