50 shades of Joe ( Gradient Joe x Reader )

Maybe that Swatter guy was right

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Author's note:
Tw// Depictions of blood, violence, and a little bit of bug alcohol.

Cliff hanger no more!
My motivation for writing is very off and on so most chapters may probably come out after like- 1 to 2 months? I dunno.
I've been working on other aus too so <3
Also I got sick with something and I don't know what.
The curse is real, this is the second time something bad has happened to me.

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The hall echoed with the crash of glass. You fell to the floor, your wings scrunching under your weight leaving you nearly paralyzed as Bugbo held you down by the throat. You gasped for air, kicking and struggling for breath as your vision clouded with tears. Bugbo's eyes widened, tasting your sweet life slipping from your husk. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your skull and your mouth foamed from the pressure. The pink insect let out a malicious laugh, letting you smell his tainted breath.

"The look on your face is priceless."

Suddenly, all breath came back to you as your neck was suddenly freed. Your vision was so blurred from tears you thought you were dead. Gerbo shook you back to consciousness, yelling for you to get up as your ears rung. You sit up, your right hand wrapping around your neck lightly as Gerbo grabbed your free left hand. You look round as your vision and hearing cleared.

There was Joe on the ground holding down the bug with his right knee. The humanoid had his right hand grabbing at his antennae while his left fist swung punches at the bug's face. Bugbo struggled, scratching at your lover to get him off as he yelped out in agony. You never seen Joe so pissed off before... it was kinda hot- Your eyebrows shoot up to the stars as your spider friend helps you to a shaky stand. The screams and commotion gathered around the four of you, the majority of the now forming crowd being other bugs. Guards from the club began to swim through, trying to get to Gradient joe to break the two up. Despite the fact you're at the brink of overstimulation (and probably a mental breakdown), you jump to joe and pull him away from the insect writhing on the ground. His black turtleneck was tattered and stained as bug wine drenched the cotton fabric. He had a new black eye (right), smeared makeup, a broken tooth, and a running red nose that painted his dark magenta exoskeleton. His antennae bent in odd directions and visible bruises splotched his armored skin in a polka dot-ish pattered. You were genuinely kinda shocked on how Joe fucked him up that badly. Then again, who doesn't like a muscular, handsome, junk in the trunk havin' guy like him?

You got so lost in your train of thought about Joe that you almost missed Bugbo bawl out in a heart aching cry. He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest, tears running down his face as he tried to hide his usual look.

"YOU FILTHY FREAK! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!"

He covered his disgusting face with his claw-like hands. A few other bugs cautiously came up to him to try and give him comfort as he continued. You felt your heart tank to your stomach before scrunching up your face. Something about the way he's just now acting emotional urked you in all the wrong ways. You shake your head, looking down at your soon to be husband in your arms. You were quite grateful he didn't fight back just so he can make Bugbo eat more of the club's carpet floor. You felt Gerbo's hands wrap around your shaking legs as the group surrounds you more, with the club guards FINALLY getting to your group. One guard, a large red and bronze rhino beetle, shoos the first few insects comforting Bugbo on the floor. He helps him up, leading him away as two other large bug guards stepped in front of you, Joe and Gerbo. In between the guards, you could see Bugbo wiping away his tears as he struts away, returning to his classic smile as if nothing had happened. You could feel your blood boil to your scalp, the rage scratching under your skin as you yourself wanted him dead.