#’if I’ll be somebody / I’ll never let my skin decide it for me / I never had the world so why change for it / I NEVER HAD THE WORLD SO WHY

[thecheshirerat]

any playlist can be a Crowley angst playlist if it tries hard enough

[little-diable]

Mine to Claim - Dean Winchester (smut)

While I'm still wondering if I should write for James Beaufort, I decided to run with the enemies to lovers theme for Dean. I know y'all love jealous Dean as much as I do. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader wants Sam to have a nice birthday, but all she can focus on is Dean, the man she had always sworn to hate, the man who gets all possessive as soon as somebody else finds her interesting enough to chat her up.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, thigh riding, full on jealous Dean, Dean's a bit of a dick in the beginning, possessiveness, fluffy end

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 4k words)

“A party? And who should we invite, huh?” Dean’s voice filled the library. He had his feet placed on the table, arms crossed in front of his chest while nursing his second beer of the night. 

(Y/n) had her eyes focused on the laptop, typing away as she tried to pierce ideas together to celebrate Sam’s birthday. But while she was set on putting something special together, trying to trap the man she couldn’t stand into helping her, Dean could only give room to annoying comments. 

“How about some werewolves, vampires maybe or a wendigo to make this exciting!” Sarcasm dripped from Dean’s words, leaving her groaning as she finally looked at the handsome Winchester brother. The two of them had never been fans of one another, but while (y/n) generally tried to keep her distance, Dean was set on annoying her at any given chance. She had lost count of the dates he had ruined for her, the friendships she had tried to build but had been torn down by him, no matter what she tried to do, Dean was always right there to cross her plans.

“Have you always been such an asshole or have you just not outgrown your teenager phase yet?” She shifted her weight onto her forearms while staring at Dean as if he was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. His eyes had a twinkle to them as he mimicked her movements, taking his feet off the table to lean further towards her. 

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart, we both know you enjoy our dynamic more than you let others believe. You have never been good at hiding your crush on me.” The angry scoff clawing through (y/n) forced a chuckle out of Dean, who looked at her as if he had just goaled a win. Whenever he managed to rile her up, to get her angrier by the second, his smirk would grow as if he was proud of himself for getting under her skin like that. 

“Fuck you, Dean!” She rose to her feet, unexpectedly to Dean who now studied her with confusion laced in his gaze. “I’ll just take Sam out for dinner, anywhere without you near will be good enough.” 

(Y/n) tried to walk past him with angry tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn’t manage to get far, forced to a halt by the hand clamping down on her wrist. Dean stared up at her with an unreadable expression, shooting shudders down her spine while she tried to rip herself free. Something inside of her told her that he was close to apologising, urged on by the guilt he may feel, but the moment passed within seconds, forcing his smirk back to his lips.

“Dream of me tonight, sweetheart. But first, tell me, do you still sleep in my shirt?” The angry huff clawing through her made Dean chuckle, watching her rip herself free before storming out of the room. Her heart was aching in her chest, pounding against her ribs while her feet carried her towards her room. 

With her laptop tossed onto her bed, (y/n) allowed her tears to fall, urged on by her anger and confusion, torn between the way she had always detested Dean and the silent longing for him and his closeness. God, she hated him, hated him more than words could ever express, and yet a small, fucked up part of her wanted him and every part of him. 

It was time to finally get over Dean Winchester and the confusing emotions he pushed through her. 

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“Thank you for this, (y/n). This is by far the best birthday I ever had.” Sam squeezed her shoulder as she looked up at him with a proud grin. She shot Sam another smile before she let her gaze wander, finding Dean’s frame. Even though she had tried to lure Sam away from his brother, knowing that the night wouldn’t end well if she and Dean would have to spend it together, Sam had begged her to take his brother with them, ending up at this very bar.

“Let me get you another beer, birthday boy. I’ll be back in a second.” (Y/n) rose to her feet with an unwavering smile, pushing past a few people to reach the bar. Music rang in her ears, not loud enough to leave her body buzzing, yet just enough to distract her from her wandering thoughts. 

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice forced her attention away from the bartender, waiting for her to make her way towards (y/n). A guy was standing close to her, he was a bit taller than her, a handsome face she smiled at. “Is that your boyfriend?”

He tilted his head towards Sam, leaving her chuckling as (y/n) shook her head no. A relieved smile managed to find its way to the guy’s lips, he was visibly relaxing while taking a step closer. Even though her body begged her to chase the distance, her mind urged her to stay right where she was, reminding her of her promise to finally find a distraction from Dean Winchester.

“Are you from around here?” She kept her voice quiet as she studied the guy, the plaid shirt he wore and those dark jeans that had a similar touch to the ones Dean currently wore. For a second, she let her eyes wander, not paying attention to the words the guy spoke, but Dean was nowhere to be found, disappearing from her sight. 

“It’s my friend’s birthday today, so I’ll have to get back to him.” (Y/n) mumbled while she shot the guy another smile. She turned towards the bartender to speak her order before the guy could gain her attention again, with his phone in his hand.

“Give me your number, maybe I can take you out for dinner or something?” The soft chuckle leaving her made him smile, watching her type her number into his phone before reaching for the two bottles of beer. She took a step away from him, with her gaze still focused on him, but the second she turned away, (y/n) stumbled into a broad chest, having to tighten her grasp on the bottles before she could drop them. 

Wide eyes found a pair of familiar green ones, getting lost in the darkening pupils for a moment or two. Dean’s jaw muscles were ticking in anger as his gaze flickered between (y/n) and the guy she had been talking to. It took her a moment to rip herself out of her frozen state before she tried to push past Dean, though without any luck. 

“What did he want from you?” Dean’s voice had something to it she couldn’t pinpoint, something that left her insides churning; something that left her straightening her spine. Her eyes wandered over his angry features, allowing her to take in his handsome features. If he weren’t such an asshole to her, she would have instantly fallen hard for him, begging the man for a chance to love him like he deserved to be loved. 

“That’s nothing of your concern, Dean. Let me go.” But Dean didn’t give in, he tightened his grip on her arm to pull her even closer. 

“Oh, but we both know that it is, sweetheart.” She couldn’t find a reply, the words were stolen right from her as his lips graced her warm cheek with his eyes set on the guy who was still watching the two. And with another squeeze of her arm, he finally let go of her, only to gently push her into Sam’s direction. 

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She woke with a groan, forcing her eyes open to take in the darkness surrounding her. Slowly, (y/n) rolled onto her side to reach for her phone, reading the time. It was in the middle of the night, only a few hours after they had found their way back home from the bar. 

Since that moment with Dean, (y/n) had been deep in thought, not understanding the way he had behaved at the bar. She crawled out of her bed with a sigh, set on grabbing a new glass of water to clear her thoughts. Still surrounded by darkness, she made her way to the kitchen, carried by tired limbs that begged her to make it back to bed. 

“I knew you were still stealing my shirts.” Dean’s voice left her jumping, ripping a squeal out of her as she turned towards him. He was leaning against the table, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes set on her frame. Heat rose to her features as she remembered that she was once again wearing a shirt of his, and nothing more. 

“You jerk, why do you always have to scare me like that?” He walked closer to her, allowing her to find his pupils. His chest was almost pushed against hers while he wordlessly stared down at (y/n). She was close to speaking up again, set on throwing another insult his way to get herself out of this situation before she could say or do something stupid. But the second his hands found her waist to heave her onto the cold kitchen island, she forgot every word she had planned to speak. 

“Did that guy call you?” His voice was raspy, making goosebumps appear on her exposed skin. (Y/n) could barely focus on his voice, distracted by the feeling of Dean lingering between her spread thighs and the way he grasped her hips with his big hands. 

“Maybe he did, so what?” His tongue kissed his teeth while he pondered over her words, staring at (y/n) with something she’d dream of for a while. It felt like heaven and hell were clashing, forcing them to balance a strong energy neither had felt before. It drew them closer with every passing second, growing between them while both could only endure its strength. 

“You’ll lose his number.” It was a simple command, words that drew a soft laugh out of (y/n) while she shook her head no. A laugh that lost its strength as Dean’s big hand found her throat, forcing her to quiet down. Her pupils grew wider at the touch, drawing a shaky breath out of (y/n). “He’ll never have you.”

“And you will?” She could only whisper her question, words that left Dean smirking as he dipped his head down. He was close to kissing her, lips ghosting over hers while her heart picked up its beat. 

“We both know that I already have you.” With one last squeeze of her throat, Dean pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips before letting go of her. (Y/n) was at loss for words, could only watch him take another step away from her with his teeth buried in his grinning lower lip, front still turned in her direction. 

(Y/n) needed a handful of seconds before she snapped into motion, jumping off the metallic kitchen island to haul herself into his space, lips finding his with her arms wrapped around his neck. Dean instantly replied to the kiss with one hand placed on her waist and the other cupping the back of her head to keep her close. Their tongues met to deepen the kiss, leaving both groaning at the new sensation. 

“I belong to nobody and if you keep on being such an asshole to me, you’ll be the last person to ever have me.” She mumbled the words against his lips before pushing him away, leaving Dean breathless while she walked back to her room with a smile glued to her slightly swollen lips. 

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Music filled her room, cozying (y/n) along while she was reading. It had been hours since her kiss with Dean, a memory that left her buzzing with nerves whenever her mind took her back to those minutes. She was proud of herself for finding the confidence at that time, for pushing him away after a kiss she longed to experience again. 

His lips had felt all too soft, a perfect kiss she had always read of in books but had never experienced herself–until that very moment. He had tasted of beer and home, a strange sensation she hadn’t been able to shake so far. 

A soft knock forced her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering towards her door to watch Dean step into the room. They hadn’t shared a single word since that kiss, while she had hid herself in her room, Dean had given her enough space to sort through the chaos both were stuck in now. 

He closed the door behind himself before walking towards her bed. (Y/n) could only watch as he plopped down on her bed, gently taking her book to place it on her nightstand before pulling her into his chest. She could hear his heart racing as both were laying there in silence. 

“What are you doing, Dean?” (Y/n) shifted on his chest, eyes finding his while he kept his hand placed on her side. He stayed quiet, seemingly deep in thought with his eyes set on the ceiling rather than her face. 

(Y/n) barely allowed herself to properly look at Dean, to take in the beauty of the man who made her feel the most confusing emotions imaginable. She wanted to count his freckles, every single one of them reminding her of a galaxy million of lightyears away, each telling its own story. She wanted to get lost in the green eyes reminding her of a forest that had seen the most gruesome things and yet still managed to offer a home to those needing shelter. She wanted to kiss those plush lips again that made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.

“I,” he cleared his throat as if he was trying to rip himself out of a trap, forcing his eyes back down to meet hers. “Somewhere along the way, since meeting you, I’ve realised that it’s much easier to rile you up, to annoy you and have you as an enemy rather than admit my feelings to you but also to myself. From the first day we met you at that diner, I knew I had found my match, the one who finally belongs to me. But fuck, my anxiety got the best of me, and I began spiralling. It was fucking immature of me, but I couldn’t stop, not as long as I couldn’t accept that I’ve loved you for years.” 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pondered over his confession, the words that cut deeper than she liked to admit. Dean’s thumb wiped away her falling tear while tightening his grip on her. Both were choked up, struggling to keep on speaking as silence engulfed them once again. The seconds kept fading by, moments she desperately needed to sort through her confusion, the words she wanted to speak but was unsure of. 

“And you’re ready to accept it now?” (Y/n)’s voice trembled, buzzing through her body like lightning set on burning holes into her skin. Dean’s hand stroked up her spine until he found the back of her neck, pressing (y/n) close to kiss her softly. It took her a few seconds to let her lips move, tongues meeting much slower than they had for their first kiss.

“If you’ll let me love you like you deserve to be loved, I am ready to accept it and fight for it.” A part of her knew that she should leave his side, kick him out of the room, and curse him for thinking she’d ever give him a chance, but the other, bigger part, begged her to give in, to finally grasp this chance she had silently hoped for whenever her anger turned into desperation and longings. 

“Kiss me, Dean.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Dean dipped his head down to kiss her with one hand finding her cheek. It wasn’t a soft kiss, fuelled by unspoken emotions and longings, and yet both took their time to properly explore their newfound territory. Carefully, Dean pushed her off his chest to hover over her with one leg finding its way between her thighs.

They didn’t break the kiss as he softly pressed his thigh against her heat, drawing a moan from (y/n) at the sudden contact. Heat buzzed through her body, down her spine and straight to her pulsing bundle. (Y/n) tried to push herself closer, moving with just enough strength to moan once again. 

“Can you make yourself cum on my thigh, sweetheart? Show me how much you need to be touched.” Her eyes found his stormy ones, getting lost in the rich colour for a second before a shaky exhale left her. (Y/n) pulled Dean down for another kiss while she moved against his thigh again, supported by him as he met her movements with more urgency.

Her body was burning, shaking from the excitement she couldn’t let go of; the anticipation pushing her towards the edge she’d fall from at least two times that day. Dean kissed his way down her throat, sucking on the spots that made her arch her back off the mattress. Goosebumps covered her body while she lost grip on reality, allowing her body to move without her mind’s guidance while searching for that high she could already feel creeping closer. 

“Such a good girl, look at how perfect you look, fuck, I can’t wait to see you all done with my cock buried inside of you.” He rasped the words against her ear, forcing (y/n)’s hands to find his forearms to hold on, clawing her fingernails into his skin. She was close already, about to let go with his name rolling off her tongue as the fabric offered just enough friction to make her gasp. 

His name rolled off her tongue as she came, eyes squeezed shut, back arched, toes curled. Dean could only stare down at her, mesmerised by the sight he’d take to the grave, forever remembering the first time he made her cum. With his lips meeting hers again, he managed to rip her out of her hazy daze, forcing her hands to move as they tugged on his shirt. 

They parted for a moment, allowing Dean to get rid of his shirt and his trousers, while she mimicked his movements, undressing herself with trembling fingers. Her mind was racing, leaving her buzzing as it slowly began to dawn on her what was about to happen, that she was about to let the man she had hated for years fuck her. 

“Tell me you want this as much as I do. I won’t touch you otherwise.” Dean’s murmured words made a smile widen on her lips. Even though she struggled to reply, eyes and mind fully focused on his naked body, the muscles she wanted to kiss, the cock that grew harder with every passing second, she parted her swollen lips. 

“I want you, Dean, mark me up.” With his grin glued to his lips, he watched her reach for a condom, rolling it down his cock to draw a soft groan from him. They held eye contact as he positioned himself on top of her, letting his fingers brush through her dripping slit for a moment before finally pushing into her. 

Groans and moans left the two at the new sensation, with her walls fluttering around him and his cock disappearing further and further inside of her. Dean pressed his forehead against hers as a deep exhale left her as if she needed to relax, to tell herself that everything was alright. He moved slowly, careful at first, giving (y/n) enough time to adjust while their bodies kept meeting with every thrust. 

“Fuck, you feel so perfect.” Dean’s words drew a small chuckle out of (y/n). Her arms found their way around his neck, letting her fingernails scratch at his skin on their way up his neck. The second she found his roots to tug on them, Dean added more speed to his thrusts, set on leaving marks just like she had asked him to. 

She was about to moan his name, about to beg Dean to move faster, but the sound of her ringing phone forced her attention away from him. For a second, his pace began to falter, but then a smirk widened on his lips. 

“Who is it?” Her wide eyes found their way back to his. 

“The guy from the bar.” She was breathless, struggled to reply while a desperate whine left her. She needed Dean to move again, to push her closer to the edge with his cock buried deep inside of her. 

“Pick up.” Confusion was laced in her gaze as she watched Dean reach for the phone. He answered the call before he pushed it into her direction. They held eye contact as he began to move once again, fucking her even deeper than before.

“Hi, (y/n). I wanted to ask if you’re free tonight? I’d like to take you out for dinner.” (Y/n) struggled to stop her moans from leaving her, not wanting to give away what she and Dean were currently doing–even though Dean was clearly set on proving to the guy that she was now taken. 

“Hi, listen,” Dean’s thrust met her swollen spot the second she began speaking, drawing a moan from her she couldn’t bite down. Embarrassment was about to flush through her, widening her pupils while Dean’s smirk kept growing bigger. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Another moan left her as Dean met that spot again and again, letting the phone fall from her hands while hoping that the guy would simply hang up. No longer could she care about anything but the way Dean fucked her, letting his fingers meet her pulsing bundle to give her the needed push. 

“Cum for me, baby.” His lips met hers as she came, swallowing her moans while he fucked her through the sensation. (Y/n)’s body was buzzing, trembling beneath Dean as he searched his own high with fast thrusts that left her whimpering. He came with a groan moments later, thrown over the edge. 

“Fuck, that was something.” His husky words left her chuckling. She watched him roll off her to get rid of the condom before finding his way back to her bed. Dean’s warmth engulfed her, his arms pulled her against his chest as he pressed a kiss to her hairline. 

“We still have to talk about all of this.” (Y/n) whispered words drew a hum from Dean, who found himself being pulled back into his hazy thoughts. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, I promise, sweetheart.” Her eyes flickered up to meet his, studying the unreadable expression he wore. 

“As long as you keep touching me like that I’m sure we’ll find a way.”

[skymar13]

please please PLEASE do something about whiney virgin!kaminari x fem!reader where he gets pussy for the first time, i would literally FOLD

Virgin!Denki Kaminari x Fem! Reader

University AU

:Smut MDI , all characters aged up!

TW: Obvious smut warnings, unwrapped (pls wrap it kids) loss of virginity m/f oral.

Not proof read because I HATE reading my own writing.

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Denki kaminari was somebody who talked about sex 24/7, all day everyday. Mixing this fact with the idea that he was incredibly thirsty people assumed that their classes whore couldn’t be a virgin it was simply impossible.

You had been under this impression so you decided to never asked fighting that simply it’s do more damage than it would good. And kaminari couldn’t tell his experienced girlfriend that he had absolutely no idea where the clit was. He’d watched pornos but he never really focused on the parts that matter, only focused on burning off some steam. He was growing impatient as you’d only gotten to 2nd base and he needed to feel what it’s like being inside someone, inside you to be more specific.

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You and Kaminari were laying on your bed making out. You were straddling his lap while he held your waist pulling you impossibly closer. You feel his tent tight from under you, so you break the kiss raising an eyebrow at you boyfriend making him turn into a hot blushing mess. “I’m sorry it’s just it was so good and you’re so-“ “Denki why’re you apologizing? I’m happy my boyfriend is turned on by me.” You continued to kiss down his jaw his movements being paused from shock and astonishment, but he soon followed your previous actions. You started to grind down on his hips making him let out a loud groan. “Sensitive are we?” You joked but his reaction being one of embarressment. “What’s wrong Denki? It’s okay if you’re uhm..vocal?” You said trying to make the atmosphere lighter to no avail. He looked at the floor for second before his eyes went back to yours. “I’ve never gotten this far with someone before, I’m a total virgin.” He said rushed but you heard him clearly “that’s okay we can go slow.” You said with a kind smile “I don’t want to go slow unless you do?” He said with a wanting look in his eyes as if he’d shatter if you said you didn’t want to do this with him. “Okay I’ll follow your lead” you said with a nod. With your approval he smashed his lips onto yours his hands gabbing at every ounce of skin that he could making you groan into the kiss. You rolled your hips into his you both let out a soft whimper. He pulled away from you lifting up his shirt over his head then discarding it somewhere on the floor. You did the same with yours leaving you in a bra and your pj bottoms. He looked at your covered breasts practically drooling. “What never seen boobs before?” You teased making his face go into fake hurt. “I’ve seen boobs trust me I’ve just never had sex, get your facts straight hun.” He said sarcastically before his hands were back on you. You placed your hands on abdomen feeling his abs then moving to his back then eventually tangling your hands in his hair tugging slightly making him lift his head exposing his neck to you. You left open mouth kisses up and down finding his sweet spot and sucking slightly on the spot. You let of his neck with a small ‘pop’ looking at him as he had a dazed expression. You got off his lap sinking to your knees and motioning for him to move towards the edge of the bed. He did so without even thinking anticipating on what you were going to do. You began to unbuckle his belt then the button of his jeans then the zipper. You played at the hem of his boxers making direct eye contact. “Stop teasing me and do something it hurts so bad!” He whined and my did it make you wet. “Say please don’t be rude babe!” You said laughing to yourself. “Oh my god please [name] please I need it so bad please.” With out saying another word you brought out his member, it was prettier that you’d expected. He wasn’t the thickest but he had good length and well trimmed with a pretty pink tip already leaking pre. You began leaving kitten licks up and down his shaft. He let out low groans and moans. “I need more please stop teasing me already.” He hissed out with saying anything you took him in full bobbing your head up and down sucking him in the right ways. He let out a sigh of relief getting in pleasure. He tangled his hands in your hair pushing your head down and pulling your head up lightly. You tapped his thigh signaling you needed air. You came off his dick a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Your hand went to massage his balls, he let out a loud moan quickly covering his mouth. “Don’t be ashamed let them know.” You giggled out at his embarrassment quickly spitting on his shaft and continuing your previous actions. You felt him twitch in your mouth knowing his was close. You bobbed your head fast sucking with more pressure turning him into a groaning mess. He looked pretty like this: fake read mouth slack and eyes shut. An imagine you burned into your mind. Just as he was about to cum you pulled off quickly replacing your mouth with your hands. “Where do you want to cum?”

You had barely any chance to finish before he yelped out “your face. Please please let me cum on your face.” You nodded quickly pushing him to his orgasm. He stuck to his wishes white ropes coating your face. You brought a finger up to the mess taking a stripe of his cum and tasting it. “So yummy babe, want a taste?” You asked coming up to kiss his lips. He groaned into the taste of you noticing the sticky substance he grabbed a nearby cloth helping you wipe off the mess he’d made. “Your turn.” He said switching yalls position and pushing you on your back lightly. He took your previous seat on the floor pulling you closer to the edge. “Can I uh..take these off?” He pulled at the waist band of your panties and pajama pants, you nodded with a weak “yes please” with that he slid them throwing them somewhere across the room immediately diving in. “Hey babe. You’re licking my thigh.” You let out. “I’m sorry I havnt done this before I just want to reciprocate it! Can you show me?” He said embarrassed face red not do to the heat. With your fingers you directed him to where he should be focusing on. And he knew what he was doing after that. Eliciting moans and whimpers from you. He added one of his digits into your hole making you arch your back at the contact. After a couple pumps he added a second. “Is this good?” He questioned. “You can go fast but yes you got!” You said trying to contain your moans. He did as you wished pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, his tongue circling your clit with more force you quickly came on his face. He carried you through your orgasm his face coming up to yours sloppily making out with you groaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. With the same rag you helped him clean up your juices.

He pulled you in with open mouth kisses swiping your lips when you opened your mouth he immediately shoved his tongue in li king your cavity. He broke away a mixture of seriousness and list clouding his eyes. “Can I fuck you?” He asked you nodded your head fast without warning his directed his tip to meet your opening. He gave himself a count down and slowly started to push himself into you making sure to give you time time to adjust. He arched your back the contact making you both groan. At first you’d hissed at the stretch but the pain turning into pleasure. He slowly rocked his hips into yours feeling your walls clench down on him. “T’s way better than m-my hand” he let out making you let out a mixture of a moan and a laugh. Your hands came up to rest on his shoulders. Your own hips moving to meet his. He began to push into you at a fast pace feeling like he needed to be deeper. You could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to form and you knew he was close too, his cock twitching ever so slightly. With a few more thrusts you knew you were about to cum. “Denki I-I’m gonna cum” you let out trying to hold off your own orgasm. “Me t-too.” He hissed out. After two more sloppy thrusts you felt the knot un do and you released all over his shaft. Your vision going black and your mouth slack. He tried to pull out but your walls keeping him in. “I need to cum so bad. Can I cum in you? Please?” You gave a tired nod not even realizing the question. He released his load inside of you with a loud groan. His body falling limp on yours. After a few minutes of catching your breaths he finally pulled out. You grabbed the rag and helped him clean up before cleaning yourself. “I love you so much” he said out of nowhere. “I love you too.” You responded. After you cleaned up you slid your pajamas back on and changed the sheets.

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The was written in a rush lowkey. I lost my first draft. But anyways as always requests wanted!!

[facioleeknow]

Risky gift ° Lee Minho+Bang Chan

You decide to misbehave and your boyfriends have to punish you to teach you a lesson ;)

Wc: 1245 Genre: smut 18+ ONLY, college AU

Tw: professor's assistants chan and minho, oral, deepthroathing, voyeurism, cum eating, masturbation, hard dom minho, soft dom chan, name calling, spitting

Part of my valentine's day collab!

Minho’s lips were hot on yours. His kisses were hungry, he wanted to consume you whole, he wanted to take you down and then build you back up. His hands raked your body feverishly. He was always like that, impatient and harsh while your other lover was the complete opposite, slow and sweet.

“Minho, we’re in the middle of the hallway, we can’t do this here,” you whispered to him, afraid that somebody might catch you. Minho just sighed and parted from you, his heat leaving your body.

“Let’s go,” his tone was harsh, feigning annoyance but his grasp on your wrist was gentle. You knew better than to think he was actually annoyed, he knew that making out in the middle of the hallway during class hours was risky and he would never expose you to that; sure he might’ve teased you about it but only to rile you up, nothing more nothing less.

Minho led you through the hallways of your college with purpose, he knew where he could go to avoid being disturbed. His study was his sacred place and something that came with being a PA. His hand twisted the knob and then closed the door roughly, without sparing a glance to the other guy in the room.

“Hey, baby,” Chan greeted you with a sweet smile and swiftly got up to plant a gentle kiss on your temple.

“Hey Channie,” you shivered at his touch. Your arousal was starting to coat the inner part of your thighs, going paintieless might’ve been a bad idea. Minho scoffed at the interaction.

“You don’t deserve that treatment, whore.”

“What did she do this  time,” Chan sighed at  the younger boy, his hands rubbing your back in soothing circles. Channie was always sweet.

“Show him, slut, get on the desk and spread your legs,” Minho’s tone was harsh and youo looked at Chan for comfort.

“Go on,” he gently reassured you. Your lower lip wobbled and you pouted at the treatment one of the boys reserved for you, but the wetness in between your legs told a whole other story.

You slowly sat on the desk and brought your legs to your chest. Normally every command would’ve been met with a swift reaction from you but you already misbehaved that day so why not go all out.

“I don’t have all day,” Minho’s aura was menacing, you knew he didn’t like misbehaving.

“Baby, do as Minho says, okay?” Chan’s tone was gentle as usual.

With your hands planted behind you for support, you slowly opened your legs to expose your glistening bare cunt, your skirt pooled at your hips. Chan sharply hissed at the sighed, his big warm hand landed delicately on your calf.

“No panties, baby?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He liked when you were daring. 

“It’s your valentine’s day present,” you felt hot and excited as the two boys eyed you like you were dessert.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” he looked at the other boy with a raised brow. At the same time his hand moved from your calf to your knee, his thumb circled your smooth skin.

“Was spreading your legs during class and showing me your pussy in front of everyone also a part of the present?” he stepped dangerously close to you and gripped forcefully your other knee, a stark contrast compared to Chan, “ did you forget that this is only ours to look at?” 

Minho landed a harsh slap on your outer thigh and you whimpered.

“Is that true, baby?” Chan’s demeanor had changed but he was definitely less scary than Minho.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry baby, but this time I can’t defend you,” he let go of your knee and took a seat at his usual armchair, “punish her how you see fit, I’ll watch this time,” he talked to the other boy in the room.

Minho shot one of the most fiery and intimidating looks you had ever seen on him. His hand lifted and came in contact with your pussy delicately. His index and middle finger swiped slowly through your fold and played with your wetness. A small whimper escaped you, your eyes closed in an attempt to savor the small pleasure he was giving you. A harsh slap landed on your cunt.

“Get down and on your knees, slut.” He clearly wasn’t asking you and you struggled to get down from the desk without crumpling all of the documents on it.

Minho looked even more breathtaking when you were on your knees, you had never found an angle from which he looked ugly. Your boyfriend fumbled with his zipper and then took out his hard cock. Your mouth watered.

“Do you know what to do to stop?”

“Three taps on your right thigh,” you nodded. His hand carded through your hair. What seemed a sweet gesture quickly changed when he fisted your hair and pulled your hair. 

“Mouth open.”

He gathered the saliva in his mouth and harshly spat out. His warm spit slowly trickled down your tongue. A moan slipped your lips at his harsh actions, but you didn’t have time to beg for more because Minho shoved his dick in your mouth. You whined.

He felt heavy on your tongue, his taste intoxicating. The tip of his thick cock pressed at the back of your throat, your teary eyes on Minho.

“You should see her right now, hyung, she looks just like the whore she is,” he spoke to the other guy in the room calmly, like his dick wasn’t down your throat.

“Oh I can see her don’t worry,” Chan’s voice sounded strained.

“Eyes on him whore while I fuck your mouth or you don’t get to cum for a week.”

You looked at Chan. The sight in front of you made you whine and clench in need; your other boyfriend had his pants and underwear shoved down and slowly fisted his cock. As soon as you made eye contact with Chan, Minho began to fuck your throat, setting a brutal pace. You did your best to help send him over the edge and tightened your throat around his big cock. A moan escaped Minho’s lips, his facade slipping for a second.

Chan on the other hand was still leisurely stroking his cock, he clearly had no intention of cumming so quickly but he was enjoying the view. You raked your eyes over his body, he looked like an ancient adonis. He was spectacular.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Can you make him cum?” asked Chan, his hand picked up the pace slightly. You hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending sparks up and down Minho’s cock. Your tongue started swiping the underside of his cock slowly.

“You’re good at this slut,” Minho grunted, his head thrown back and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. You moaned again, pleased with his reaction.

“God, I’m gonna cum, be good and swallow it all.”

Minho pushed his dick to the very back of your throat, your nose brushed his pelvis. Hot ropes shot down your throat while Minho moaned and pulled your hair tighter in his fist. Your hands made contact with his thigh to help you stand up.

“Stop.” You froze at the command.

“Stay like this and keep my cock in your mouth for the rest of the day, if you want to act like a whore then you should be treated like one.”

[haunted-headset]

wilbur comforting reader after a nightmare? :0

…

(i tried to think of how to elaborate on that but i think i’ll just leave it up to you while my sleepy brain takes over LMAO)

🌙 I've Got You 🌙

a/n: this is such a cute idea wtf

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

word count: 613 (i need to write longer fics i feel like writing short fics is bad but oh well)

contains: reader having a nightmare, use of Y/N, crying, reader having a panic attack, reader thinking Wilbur left them, reader shows signs of depression & anxiety, reader has self-deprecating thoughts

You had awoken with a gasp as you tried to catch your shaky breath & stop your sobs. It was just a dream. A really, really bad dream.

Wilbur, in the dream, had gotten fed up with you. He had gone on a rant about how much of a terrible partner you were & how you were useless & a waste of skin; it was almost as if he had taken every single thought you'd ever had about yourself, soaked them in vitriol till it was dripping, & then spouted it out to make your ears bleed. It was a fear you always had. Maybe it did happen. Maybe he finally fell out of love with you. Maybe he never loved you. Maybe he--

"No, Y/N, that didn't happen," you whispered to yourself through the sobs. "Wilbur's right next to--" You looked over at where Wilbur was supposed to be in bed.

& he wasn't there.

& that's when all of the panic you've ever felt attacked you like a tsunami. You started hyperventilating & sobbing so hard to the point where you were seeing white & your head felt like it was being slowly drilled into & your brain was being turned to mush. Your heart didn't go one millisecond without beating so hard you swore you could see it beating out of your chest, & you were shaking so hard to the point where somebody could've compared you to a vibrating iPhone & nobody would be able to tell the difference.

In a desperate attempt to calm yourself down, you slowly got up & stumbled over to Wilbur's closet to grab one of his hoodies. You pressed the hoodie to your face as you stumbled back to bed & sobbed harder, the scent of his body wash & cologne, earthy & calming & perfect, still faintly there. What did you do? What did you do to make him leave you? You were aware that you were far from a perfect partner, & you were far from attractive, & maybe he had some sort of realization & decided that there were other, better fish in the sea to catch, leaving you at the bottom of the pond, away from the shiny, attractive fish that he was bound to catch.

"Darling?" his voice rang out & echoed against the walls, causing you to look up.

"Oh my God, honey," Wilbur, lovely, amazing Wilbur, whispered, practically jumping onto the bed to pull you into his lap & wrap his arms around you so tightly to the point where you thought you'd never be able to escape his embrace. Not that you were complaining, of course. "I've got you. You're okay, you're alright."

"Why're we crying? What's going on?" he whispered in your ear, rocking you back & forth & wiping your tears.

"I had a bad dream & I thought you left," you croaked through your sobs.

"Baby, I would never even dream of leaving you," Wilbur said. "You're everything to me. You're the reason I wake up in the morning. You're the reason I write songs & play music. You're the reason I'm still here." He kisses your cheek before continuing, "You're the Tori Spring to my Michael Holdman or whatever his name is."

"Michael Holden," you corrected with a tearful laugh.

He smiled at you. "There's my beautiful baby with their beautiful laugh," he whispered.

"Why weren't you in our room?" you asked.

"I was getting water, lovely," he said. "I wasn't leaving, not at all. I wouldn't even dare to think about it. I'd die without you."

"Promise?" you asked.

He linked his pinky with yours. "Swear on my life."

[radio-navlee]

Don’t Be Such a Jerk! (Draft)

Draft notes:

-Characters out of character

-NOT FINISHED PRODUCT!!

-outline of what future Fic will be about

-not my best work

-story line so far doesn’t make sense

-enjoy

(GIF goes here)

Lee: Jax

Ler: Ragatha

(summary here, hurt to comfort prompt)

(author note?)

WARNING!!!⚠️: TICKLE FIC!! self harm?(maybe)

Many people would describe their favorite lovable bunny rabbit as; jerk, asshole, annoying, and maybe even a dumb bunny. But Jax never saw himself as that, he saw himself as a rabbit who just knew what was really happening. The truth is, he just needs people to talk too.

Sure he finds it funny to pick on people to get a funny reaction here or there. But usually he’s just mad, mad that he can’t let anything out in fear of ruining the way people see him.

While strolling through the park outside the tent, Ragatha thought back right after their adventure. Caine did his speech, somebody made a comment, and everybody spilt up. Gangle went to her room, Pomni went exploring, Kinger went to find bugs or whatever, (Ragatha didn’t pay attention, she heard bugs and dipped) Zooble went back to their room as well, and Jax he… well… Ragatha forgot where he went, it was like he vanished as soon as they got back.

Strange, what a weird thing Jax would do. I don’t think Ragatha even remembers seeing him at Caine speech. As Ragatha connected the dots, trying to figure out why Jax was missing, she wondered father and father away from the tent. In the distance, she could see somebody huddled under a tree, laughing? No that’s not right, was it shaking? Anyways, she decided to get closer to see what it was about when she suddenly realized a familiar shape. Purple skin, bunny ears, pink overalls…. Is that Jax?

Jax on the other hand was not having such a great time. He tugged at his ears and had his knees up to his chest, he gulped air until he started coughing. He eyes watered with tears and lost in his own thoughts, he mumbled a mumble to himself only probably dogs could understand. His voice cracked with every groan he let out, and he was practically kicking up dirt with his feet.

With Ragatha getting closer he looked over to see a blue dressed red head coming closer, he ignored it until he heard

“JAX?” Shouted by Ragatha, causing him to snap back into reality. With Ragatha 3 feet in front of him now, he touched his face slowly whipping his tears, he regulated his breathing, and looked up.

“Jax? Are you ok?” The rag doll asked, holding out a hand. Jax looked mortified shaking his head.

“No, no, no… back up!” He insisted

“Jax I want to help!” Ragatha stepped closer

“Don’t come closer! I mean it!” Jax put his hands up to block her but it was no use as Ragatha sat infront of Jax.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

“No! I mean- why am I talking to you!” Jax questioned

“Jax just open up!”

“I’m leaving!” Jax went to get up but-

“No Jax!” Ragatha grabbed and pulled his arm down. He sat cross cross Apple sauce infront of her

“Tell me what happened, I don’t think I would let my self brush this off!”

“Doll! Let me go it was nothing!” Jax furrowed his brows tugging at his arm

“Jax if you tell me what wrong I’ll leave you alone!”

“NO LET GO!”

Lord help Ragatha, she knew Jax was stubborn but jeez! Going back and forth with “Tell me!” And “No!”s Ragatha felt as she was just wasting time.

“You don’t understand!”

“I promise I will!” Finally, Jax opened up!

“I can’t believe I’m still talking to you!” Jax groaned

“Just spill!” Ragatha begged

“It’s stupid, but I… I- I can’t regulate my mind, my thoughts, everything I think get piled up in my brain, what little brain I have left and..” Jax voice cracked, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“It feels like I can’t think straight, all the things I say takes up so much effort to not come out in a jumbly mess, it’s so tiring..” Jax folded up his knees to his chest, laying his aching head against his knees and bringing his hands up to, again, tug on his ears.

“Jax, stop that!” Ragatha swatted at his fidgeting hands

“No, it feels good!” He raised his head back up to yell at her

“Jax the base of your ears are red! It looks like it hurts if anything!” Ragatha raised her hands from her lap to massage the base.

“..No!” Jax dodged the hands, putting his head back down into his knees. Letting out a soft cry, Ragatha stopped and pulled him into a hug.

Jax’s soft cry stopped, his eye widened,

“Stohop!” He cried

“No Jax”

“Please!”

“My answer is still a no!” God, has Jax never been hugged in his life? Why is he acting like this?

“Let me goho! (Inhale) let me go!” His cry’s stopped turning into a sob. Ragatha held his head close to her chest and used a free hand to pet his head

“Shhh, Jax I understand how you’re feeling, just let it out.” Ragatha soothed

“Phlehehease, (inhale) don’t treat me like this!” Jax was practically in broken pieces, sobbing, tugging on his pants, resisting the hug,

“Jax…” Ragatha whispered

Jax stoped complaining, now he was just sobbing

“It’s going to be ok!” Ragatha held his head and looked into his eyes,

“I don’t- I don’t wanna be like- (inhale) -like this! I wanna be normal! I don’t wanna cry!” Jax pleaded

“I know Jax, I know.”

“Mahake it stop!” Jax whined eventually just giving into the hug and leaning into the rag doll. Ragatha has never seen Jax so emotionally embarrassed in her life, she wished he wasn’t such a jerk the rest of the time.

“Jax there’s no need to feel embarrassed,”

“Nooo! Don’t tahalk!” Jax whined like a sad toddler

“Look Jax, now that I know you’re hurting, so I now empathize with you. I also can see right through you, Jax, you are probably only a jerk to others because you don’t want people to think you have feelings. Playing pranks and being mean to others just so you don’t expose yourself as emotionally immature.” Ragatha explained

“No! Please just stop talking! I don’t want to hear it!” Jax covered his ears with his hands and shut his eyes causing the remaining tears to fall from his face.

“Oh Jax,” Ragatha frowned, stroking the top of his head

Once Jax knew she wasn’t explaining his life decisions, he un cupped his ears and scratched at the red inflamed bases. Ragatha noticed this quickly and softly slapped at his hands,

“Jax’s I already told you to stop doing that!” Ragatha held his wrists

“Nggh! Let me- ugh! Let me do it!” Jax struggled against the grab

“Jax no you’re just hurting your self!” Ragatha said as she let go of Jax’s wrist and used her own hands to try to help Jax shake the fidgety feeling in his ears.

The sudden touch to his raw ears made Jax flinch a tad. Relaxing to the touch after a while until-

“Eh- Wahait!” Jax went to reach for the dolls hands and she moved up from her original spot

“What?”

“Doholl! Dohont change your spoAH!” Jax tweaked as Ragatha tested out new information and slightly tickled the tops of his ears

“ThahHAT wohorSE!!”

“Heh, you should laugh more Jax!” Ragatha said in amusement.

“Shuhut ihit!”

“Noho! Reheally! You have such a nice laugh, you need to use it more!” She chuckled

“GahaHAHa!!” Jax squirmed from compliments

Ragatha hummed above Jax watching his nose scrunch up every now and then, little barely noticeable snorts coming from it, as he hugged himself. With that the sun flipped with the moon and it was time for everyone to head back to the circus tent.

“Ohok ohok! Let’s go!” Jax giggled

“Jax…. Do you come here often?” Ragatha sighed

“What?”

“Is this your place to go to when you feel like what you felt earlier?”

“I’d rather not talk about that doll face,” Jax growled

“Jax, it’s just a question”

“I don’t need you to baby me!” Jax grumped, back to his usual self I see.

“whatever Jax, just know I’m here if you need to talk, ok?”

“Fine! Just don’t tell anybody about this!” He glared

“Your feelings are safe with me” Ragatha crossed her arms, as they both headed back to the tent.

(DRAFT! Which means they may be a little out of character🥲)

[latelyanobsession]

Gossip Swap

summary rumors can be nasty. especially when straight out of your boyfriend’s mouth. kind words however, can make a world of difference when offered up by a kind soul.

warnings cursing, rumors/gossiping, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, smut, TW: use of fat-shaming slurs

word count 2,737

note based on a request by @harringtonfan4: "eddie x steve x plus size female reader…reader has been dating Steve he told reader he was sick he goes to party instead someone gets him on video all over Nancy and telling her and the others how unhappy he has been with reader because of how she looks and what he’s used too whole school sees it …eddie steps in to pick up the pieces (smut preferred) maybe eddie has a squirting kink or breeding kink (regular smut is fine if you don’t do those) and Steve decides he made a mistake..reader chooses eddie ….sorry my asks are long winded I have specific ideas I’m just not good at writing them lol. If it’s too much let me know I’ll tone down my explanations"

i've changed your request a bit by having the reader and steve's break up be based on the spread of a rumor through the school rather than a video. using a video would've taken a lot of effort back then, (ie. filming and then copying multiple VHS tapes or having to pass a single tape around to multiple people would've taken a lot of time). so using word of mouth to spread a nasty rumor would make better sense to spread something like that from a weekend party faster in the 80s.

also a couple lil tweaks to the smut and setting just to make it flow. a full disclosure as well that i've never read any existing smut for eddie so this is just my interpretation of how i think he would align in sexual interactions based on my interpretation of his character.

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You pursed your lips, eyes zeroed in on the dial as you twirled the tumbler on your locker.

35 - 11 - 27

Hooking your finger in the latch, you opened the door. It's hinges squeaking.

"That her?" a voice asked, walking past.

"Yeah, I feel so bad for her..." another answered.

You peered past your locker door, eyebrows creased in curiosity.

The pair of upperclassmen quickly turning their heads away as they wandered further down the hallway.

You shrugged it off. They must've been talking about somebody else. There was nothing going on with you.

Sinking into your seat in first period, the low rumble of whispers slithered its way through the room, snaking its way up your spine and settling beneath your skin.

"I can't believe he said that...!"

"Well... I would want someone more... y'know..."

"Can you blame him?"

Clenching your fists, you tried to ignore their words as they coiled around you. Constricting you with each breath. Your chest pulling tight.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" you burst out loud, throwing your pen gruffly against your notebook, bouncing it to the floor.

Your classmates paused, quieting. Their faces mixed with looks of pity and guilt.

But none of them answered you.

The remainder of the period passed in relative silence, with you leaving the room in frustration.

It felt like the whole school's eyes were on you.

And you didn't know why.

The next period was no better. Nor the one after that.

The day was unraveling into an uncontrolled nightmare. And you wanted to get away from it as soon as possible.

Taking a deep breath, you latched the sliding bolt on the bathroom stall and sat down.

You didn't even need to pee. You just wanted a quiet moment alone.

You took another deep breath, closing your eyes.

The door to the bathroom swung open, the back slamming loudly against the tile wall as girls entered.

"I still can't believe Steve said that!" one girl hummed excitedly.

"Well you should, I was there. I heard the whole thing!" replied the other.

"He was seriously with Nancy?" asked a third.

"Of course!" answered the second, as if this were obvious. "They were all over each other... Steve was practically sobbing about wanting her back."

They giggled amongst themselves.

"But... what about the part... about... Y/N?" asked the first.

"Oh..." the second clucked, "Yeah, he wouldn't stop whining about how sick he is being stuck with a cow like her..."

They shrieked with laughter, the shrill sound clattering off the walls.

"He really called her a cow?" the third snorted ungraciously.

"...Like a pillow that's already too stuffed to stuff... if you get it..." the second mused.

They laughed again.

You swallowed thickly, trying to remain as collected as possible. You didn't want them to know you were there.

Your eyes were brimming over with tears as you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle a shaky exhale.

"I mean why'd he ever trade Nancy for that whale anyhow?" the second complained.

"It's a complete downgrade..." agreed the third.

"There's no way a fatso like her could ever satisfy him... she's too busy stuffing her face." the first stated.

They all made varying sounds of agreement, washing their hands. The door slamming back open, and coming to with a soft thud.

You threw the stall door open, letting out a long-held sob. How could any of this be true?

But it had to be... "I was there. I heard the whole thing!"

Steve had bailed on you over the weekend. He called, coughing and whining pathetically through the phoneline of how ill he felt. And you bought it like an absolute sucker.

How stupid you truly were. Planning on bringing him homemade soup after school this afternoon, when he was already wrapping himself up soundly ... in Nancy Wheeler's lap.

Fleeing the bathroom, you quit the school building entirely. Not wanting to deal with another single pair of eyes on you.

You cut out across the football field and into the woods, just looking for a quiet place to walk. To seeth. To hide.

A few yards in you found a clearing with a weathered picnic table, empty beer cans scattered across its top.

This place didn't seem familiar to you, but it was close yet far enough away from school grounds that it seemed like a good place to settle.

Dropping onto the bench, tears began trickling out in steady rivulets down your heated cheeks. Your shoulders shaking with heavy sobs as the conversation you overheard began to replay in your mind.

Steve wouldn't have gone back to Nancy if I wasn't fat.

The voice in your head began...

Steve wouldn't have lied to me and gone to that party on his own if he wasn't embarrassed to be seen with me.

The voice pressed.

Steve doesn't love me. I'm too fat to be with Steve.

Too fat...

You crumbled.

Your hands coming up and hiding your face. Tears quickly turning bitter as your chest felt fit to shatter.

Every sweet thing he had ever told you must have been a lie. Why else would he be able to pivot so quickly? Turn back to Nancy so smoothly?

So thoroughly enveloped in your sorrow, you didn't notice someone enter the glade.

"Uhhhh?" the voice hemmed, cutting through a bout of your sobs, startling you.

"You doin' ok? I mean you're obviously not... but... Are you?"

You peered up through your fingers, snuffling horribly, your nose stuffed with snot.

A lanky boy with ratty hair and torn jeans was standing at the edge of the clearing.

He stood there awkwardly scratching his cheek, a black lunchbox in his other hand.

"I- I'm sorry... -'ll leave..." you sniveled getting up, not realizing you were intruding on someone's coveted lunch spot.

He tossed up his hands lightly, "don't worry about it... it's cool. Y/N right?"

You nodded slowly, he seemed familiar but you couldn't really place him.

"Do I know you?" you sniffed, wiping a sleeve at your eyes.

He shrugged, lips puckered thoughtfully as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"Well, you should... You and your boytoy bought weed from me a few times..." he stated dryly.

"He's not my -!" you clipped spitefully, snapping your jaw shut in realization.

"Oh?" he said, sitting down next to you. "My mistake... thought you were a thing."

"Not anymore..." you whispered.

You looked over at him, "I'm sorry..." you apologized again, "you don't need to hear about my shit."

Kicking his feet to and fro childishly, his heels tossed up leaves all around you. His eyes focused on the trees.

"Well sounds like someone should hear it... It's Eddie by the way..." he smiled at you gently, nudging your shoulder with his own to go on.

You smiled coyly, eyes dodging to your toes.

"It's just..." you sputtered, fingers wrapping around the bench tensely, "he said I'm too fat for him."

Tears were threatening to fall yet again.

He let off an obnoxious laugh, you wanted to punch him.

"I'm sorry..." his brows knitting together, as if in deep thought before they shot high, "Is he mental!?" Eddie shouted, hopping to his feet.

You blinked at him, dumbfounded, "What?"

"Boytoy. Is he completely certifiable?" Eddie pointed at his head, index finger swirling counterclockwise.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "I don't... think... no?"

He tossed his hands dramatically skyward, "Y/N!"

You jumped.

"He has to be!" he reasoned, arms still thrust high.

"You're just so .... kind. And so genuine. And smart. And beautiful and so ���" he spoke rapidly, listing your qualities off each finger. Pacing himself into a small tight circle.

"You think I'm beautiful?" you interrupted him.

He stopped, looking up from his fingers, bringing his hand bashfully to his lips.

His eyes darting around the grove, before answering.

"Yeah. But you're so much more than that," he added.

Coming back to the table he straddled the bench, a leg on each side, looking you square in the eyes.

"He's a dumbass for cheating on you." Eddie declared. "I mean he couldn't be more of an idiot! Total dick move!" He waved his arms in an axing motion.

You laughed, "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem! If you were my -" his words fell short as your lips collided with his.

"Eddie?" you hummed, pulling away, your foreheads resting together.

"Yah?" he breathed.

"Please shut up." you giggled.

"Yes ma'am," he replied enthusiastically.

Yoking a hand around his shoulders, you pulled him back in. Lips ghosting over his, your tongue playfully laving at his bottom lip.

He groaned loudly, lips parting in invitation. His hands swiftly seizing you and pulling you in.

His grasp was greedy. Desperate. Wanton. Tugging your sweater out of place, his chilled fingers pricking up goosebumps in their wake along every inch of newly discovered skin.

Small gasps tumbling from your tongue to his as those long fingers crawled lower, twiddling with the button of your jeans.

"You sure you want this?" he asked breaking from you, his eyes shimmering with sincerity.

"Wouldn't want Boytoy to miss you or anything..." he chuffed with a somber smile.

You placed your palm on his cheek. "Eddie, he's already missed me..." you leaned in kissing him chastely, "by a long shot."

A brilliant smile lit up his features, warm brown eyes shining.

"Really?" he was shocked.

"Yes," you replied, crawling into his lap. "I want you. I need... this." You emphasized with a searing kiss, grinding your weight against him.

His hands gripped your sides, digging in and holding you close as he whimpered at the feeling. Even through layers of denim, you could feel a thick bulge burgeoning against your inner thigh.

Sitting up momentarily you wrapped your hand around his belt, yanking him forward, manhandling him. Pressing him back gruffly against the picnic table, he planted both feet back in front of the bench, letting off a slight wince of surprise.

"What you got planned sweety?" he asked cutely.

Propping a knee on the bench you towered over him, hands undoing his belt buckle. Fingers nimbly unfastening his fly.

"You'll see." you teased, a finger tracing up the length of his clothed erection, his neck straining.

"Oh .... ooooh, that's not fair," he whined, a foot kicking in protest. Your hand slyly enveloping his length and pulling him out into the open.

You kissed him, lingering to pull at his tongue. "You're gonna get yours don't worry about it." you hummed, hand pumping smoothly up his length as you admired his pained expression.

Backing off, you unclasped your jeans shimmying them down just below the swell of your ass. A sharp inhale reaching your ear, "fuck."

Peering over your shoulder, you regarded him with heavily lidded eyes. "Like?"

He swallowed thickly, nodding as his gaze washed over you. "Y-yah."

You smirked your cheeks heating.

"You'll like this better..." you challenged as you reversed, placing yourself between his legs.

You lowered yourself onto his lap, grinding your bare cunt against his cock. The evidence of your arousal coating him from base to tip.

"Shit babe," he whined hands clamped onto your hips more so for his own sanity than for yours.

Reaching back you gave him a couple short strokes before lining him against your entrance, the bulging head already pressed between your pussy lips in anticipation.

Sinking down onto his length, you cried out. The stretch making your knees weak, your hands gripping his thighs to ground yourself.

"God Eddie!" you exhaled, eyes blinking widely.

"Babe you gotta move..." Eddie complained, voice straining. "I'm not gonna make it!" His grip was becoming harsh, almost biting. His hips trying to thrust, heels pressing against the ground for purchase.

"Eddie please..." you warned pathetically, "don't do that." He was already so deep. Your walls wrapped snuggly around him. Each small movement lighting up nerve endings you didn't even know you had.

Roping his arms around your middle, he hauled you back, knocking you off balance. Gaining leverage and driving himself deeper.

"Eddie!" you whimpered, pressed flush against him. "Eddie I can't...I'll –"

His pace was gaining, thrusting deeper. The sounds of your pussy beginning to fill the air. The sopping wet clap between your bodies with each stroke.

"Eddie please!" you begged nearly sobbing. You could feel it. That tingle. It was growing with every thrust of his hips.

"Babe I promise. I'm so close." he warbled, his pace growing erratic and hurried.

You were trying so hard to hold back, trying to focus. Trying to clamp down on your muscles. Pulling your legs together snugly. But everything you were doing made the feeling more intense and made him respond more aggressively.

"Fuuuuuuck babe. That's amazing. Just like that!" he encouraged with your last attempt, curling himself up and pistoning his cock into you even harder.

Tears were at the corners of your eyes, you couldn't hold it back. The pleasure was unbearable. Your walls starting to spasm, shaking the pitiful attempt at self-control that you had.

"Eddie... I'm gonna cum!" you wailed brokenly.

"Cum babe...!" he panted, slamming against your cunt. "Cum on my cock!"

"No Eddie ... I'll –" you cut off keening as he connected. Your head tilted back and your legs shook as it struck, warm fluid gushing out.

You thought for certain he'd come to a screeching halt. Toss you off for that. But he kept going, hips stuttering as his lips found your ear.

"Babe can I... can I cum insi –..." his breath faltering, as you dropped your hips back, grinding into him.

"Yes..." you exhaled shakily, continuing to ride him through his high.

The forest became quiet again as you both panted. Eddie beneath you.

You pulled off, trying to gather yourself up. The embarrassment was already suffocating you.

"Eddie I'm so so sorry." you looked at him miserably.

Sitting up, he looked at you casually, "Sorry? Sweets that was so fucking hot!" Tucking himself in, he stood up coming over to you.

Pulling a black bandana from his back pocket he offered it to you.

"Y'know..." he started, as you gratefully took the cloth, cleaning yourself off as best you could. "I'd love to do that with you again sometime..."

You blushed, handing him the bandana.

Looking up at him you nodded. "Yeah... but maybe not outside..."

He smiled coyly, laughing. "Yeah."

You looked at his pants, your face falling into a frown. "God... I'm–."

He laughed tossing up his hands, "Don't worry about it. Was gonna skip after this anyhow."

"You sure?" you looked at him guiltily.

"–'m sure." he soothed.

The warning bell echoed through the trees. How many periods had you missed?

You checked your watch.

"Shit," you cursed, "I gotta motor, but find me tomorrow?"

You grabbed your things and scooted from the grove.

Sliding in late to your last period of the day, the eyes and murmurings from your classmates was no longer as bothersome.

When the day ended you actually had a smile on your face as you headed toward the parking lot. That was until you saw your boyfriend.

"Hey Y/N!" Steve waved you over from his beamer.

You walked wide, heading off to the opposite sidewalk.

"Y/N?" Confusion was settling into Steve's features as he jogged after you. "Hey what gives I'm here to take you home. Y'know..." He reached for your hand flirtatiously.

You jerked yourself away.

"What gives?!" your eyebrows shot high. "Why don't you go ask Nancy!"

You turned on your heels to walk away, as he wrapped a hand around your wrist.

"Guess you found out huh?" he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his other hand.

"Yeah I guess so..." you spat venomously trying to wriggle free.

Stepping into your space Steve stroked a thumb over your cheek.

"Ya know I didn't mean it right? I was drunk." he gave you a lopsided grin. "You're my girl. Always will be."

You gave him a rough shove sending him shuffling back.

"No, I'm not!" you shouted. "You chose her! And I'm dumping you!"

He was stunned, his arms hanging limply at his side.

"You what?" he spoke each word as if carefully chewed, his mouth running dry.

"I'm...dumping...you" you enunciated each word. "Don't call me."

Readjusting your backpack you walked away, leaving him standing there.

The next day, you were back at your new lunch spot.

[cynosureness]

Summer Strikes

pairing; sunwoo x fem!reader

genre; first meeting, strangers to lovers

summary; To get more into the small town you moved into, you go into a library and meet someone that might change your life forever.

a/n; This is kinda like a mix of scenes from summer strike into one, changing it up. I’ve been obsessed with that drama lately but I was disappointed due to the lack of romance, so I decided to write my own version. This is probably nothing like sunwoo but I TRIED!!!!!! 😞

Word count; 884 words : )

March 6th, it’s the blooming of the blossoms in Angok, South Korea. A idyllic town, full of surprises and seasonal flowers. Your previous life was challenging because of your job, and your relationships were never working out. As a result, you’ve moved here to become more joyous and live independently.

You were approached with a stunning library. Out of everything, you’ve always enjoyed reading books, because it gave you a path and opportunity to space out from life and into a world of peace. As you walk into the library, you get an immediate sense of comfort. Feeling excited, you go ahead up to the counter.

“Hello, I’m new here, and I want to apply for a membership today.” You say as you awkwardly lean over the desk waiting for the woman’s response. She looks up for a minute then goes back to her computer.

“Name?” She replies, sounding a little bit like she hates her life and wants to die.

“Y/N.”

“Smile for this picture, Y/N.” she says as she suddenly snaps a picture for the card. You were caught off guard, meaning you had a sudden expression on your face.

“This card will take a while to be registered, but for now I’ll let you read and explore.” She waves with a passive-aggressive expression.

“Oh-uh, alright then.” You softly wave back , and walk away towards a table. “Hmm.” You pat the table and get up. Heading towards a random aisle in many rows of books.

“Uhm, miss? Do you mind recommending me a book?” You ask, as you see a lady with slightly long hair standing at the end of the aisle. But instead of her saying anything, the woman turns around. But they were in fact not a woman at all. They were a he, a boy. A very— nice looking guy.

“Oh, uhm, I’m so sorry!” You say, immediately apologizing over and over again, and starting to leave. But something in you didn’t want you to leave. You couldn’t move like your feet were stuck with glue on the ground.

The boy tilts his head slightly. “Oh, uh, it’s okay. Haha..” he says, fixing his hair as it previously flowed to the left. “Well did you ask for book recommendations? I know a lot. Well actually everything considering I work here—but anyway I can recommend you some!” He said that quite enthusiastically, as if he’d been waiting his entire life for somebody to ask that question.

The sun radiantly beamed on him, proving his tan skin. Something about his energy made him seem like the sun himself. A million thoughts were going on in your head at once. Like, “Should I say yes? Should I just walk away? Should I ask if he has a girlfrie- wait no, that’s too straightforward.”

He stands there with a friendly expression, quietly waiting on your response. That’s when you realize a few seconds have gone by while you were thinking, and that it’s time to rev up an answer.

“Oh yeah, that’s fine, please do!” You say swinging your arms slightly by your hips. “Are you a new member?” He asks, leading you to another aisle. “Oh yeah I am. I just literally got a registration. The names Y/N.” You say. You’re not sure why you even mentioned your name, you don’t even know what to do around such a handsome guy in the first place.

“My names Kim Sunwoo. We’ll be seeing each other a lot now from now on.” He says. You both suddenly stop after going down 3 aisles. He picks up the book off the shelf and reads it. “It happed on summer, by Tessa Bailey. This is a very nice book, and it really reminds me of this town, Angok.” He hands you the book with a cute smile. “Thank you, I’ll take care of it well, Mr. Kim!” You say as you take the book from his hands.

He smiles, and his smile is really cute. Almost like…a tiger? No, no. A raccoon, maybe? “Hey, has anyone ever said you looked like a raccoon?” You say suddenly, maybe because you wanted to keep talking to him. Your heart was pounding as you realized how close you were to him.

He blinks slowly. “Well, uh, no. Not really.” He scratches the back of his head. “But I’ll appreciate what you said, as if that was supposed to be a compliment?” He questioned. “O-oh yeah it definitely is one!”You say out of nervousness.

It’s silent for a bit, as you two are both thinking about but can say anything due to being introverted. “Well then I’ll see you lat-“ you say at the same time as he asks you a question.

“Wait, what was it that you were going to say?” Your eyes twinkling. He hesitated while looking around. “Uhm, I need your number so we can stay in contact—Like, if a book gets broken or anything, you know.”

“Oh yeah!” You say while putting your hand in your purse to retrieve your phone. Here it is! You open up your phone to the phone app and allow him to put in his number.

Rather than being something like library concerns, it seemed more as a way to see each other more often than just at the library.

[catreginae]

Thou Shalt Not Fall: Warriors and the Fog

Everybody is still in Ordon and Warriors can't help but to think there is something wrong about that. They can't just be here for a vacation, right? I'll be honest, I'm just tired of looking at this one, so if there are any glaring typos… maybe I'll conquer them one day.

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They were still in Ordon and Warriors was starting to feel a little antsy, especially now that he was limiting himself to just Twilight’s house and he didn’t have a good way to burn away excess energy. His biggest worry was that they had no idea what the trouble was. They surely weren’t in Ordon just to make Twilight happy, not that he would mind if that was actually the case. Everybody was enjoying the break, except for him, but that was irrelevant.

All he could hope was that the shadow wasn’t targeting Ordon itself. Perhaps he should go back out beyond the spring and head back to the forest for a patrol while the others were sleeping. Maybe he could prevent a fight coming to Ordon if he stayed on top of patrols.

He was sitting just by Twilight’s door, watching as Epona was grazing on the longer grasses in Twilight’s yard and hanging his legs over the edge of the porch, if it could be called such, as he mulled over their current situation.

Just as he was about to head back inside – his skin was starting to tingle a bit, a sure sign that it was time to go back in – he saw somebody come down the path from the village holding a bucket. She was a blonde villager than he didn’t meet but she looked to be about Twilight’s age, so he was pretty confident that the villager in question was Ilia. She saw him and walked to the treehouse. She didn’t climb the ladder but she stayed at the foot of it.

“So you’re the last one. I’m Ilia and you’re... Warriors?”

“Yup, that’s me!” he answered with a nod.

“Link said you might not be awake because you have sleep problems but I’m glad I caught you,” she said with a smile. Was that what everybody saying? That he had some sort sleep disorder? He supposed it wasn’t entirely wrong. He did have a hard time staying awake during the day sometimes, especially when he had a roof over his head.

“I just wanted to say thank you for looking after him. We all get worried when Link goes out on these big adventures. None of us were the same after the first one, especially him... so I’m glad he isn’t alone out there.”

Twilight never said too much about what happened on his adventure but he knew that somebody being pulled away from their friends and family rarely only affected the person who had to leave. He wondered if Twilight ever talked to her or his adoptive parents about it, though Warriors couldn’t judge if Twilight never did. Proxi liked to called him ‘emotionally constipated’ so what did he know?

“We were all brought together for a reason. I don’t think any of us could have handled this alone. We’re all stronger because we’re together. I’ll make sure he makes it home, I swear on my life.”

He meant it. If there was one benefit to being cursed like he was, it was that he had a body that was more or less a shield now. He fully intended to use his durability to make sure everybody got to go home at the end. Twilight had a lot of people in Ordon who loved and cared about him and Warriors didn’t have to meet all of the villagers to get that feeling.

Ilia studied his face, then smiled. “Thank you. I’ll let you go back inside now since I have some chores to do. I’ll see you later.”

They bid each other goodbye and Warriors headed inside. The tingling in his skin was starting to bother him and he couldn’t imagine how red his face was at the moment.

“I heard you met Ilia today.”

“Briefly,” he answered, looking up from the sword he decided to polish. He was starting to get a bit bored inside Twilight’s house, waiting for nightfall where it would be the safest for him to go out. The angry animals would be asleep and the only time the moon caused an issue was in Wild’s era. He sometimes wished that somebody would stay with him during the day now that he was waking before Sky but he didn’t want to ruin their time in the village by forcing them to keep him company. At least they came back in the evening. “She seems nice.”

“Oh, she wasn’t a couple of days ago!” Legend said with a grin. “She gave that other rancher a good earful for forgetting to close the gate. We walked out of the barn just in time to see him bring the goat back up and she let him know how she felt the entire time.”

Warriors shared a glance with Twilight. Did they know? He was pretty sure that Twilight was the only other Link there but he couldn’t be sure.

“They can be dangerous,” Twilight mumbled with a sagely nod. “They’ve cracked my ribs before.”

Wild nodded too. “The mountain goats in my era did the same thing to me. Only it wasn’t their horns that cracked my ribs, it was the rock I landed on when they knocked me down. I’m glad the wild ones don’t get as big as yours.”

“Good to note. I will avoid the murderous goats in this era and in Wild’s era,” Warriors muttered with a roll of his eyes as he finished up polishing his sword. Maybe the others would be so nice as to let him polish their things tomorrow so that he something else to do. Or... maybe he would just pace around Twilight’s house. He could walk on walls now, which increased the space he could pace in. He could drive somebody crazy doing that.

Maybe he will go pace on the walls tomorrow, once he explored the woods after the others fell asleep.

The rest of the evening went by with the others filling in with what happened that day. Life in the village was slow but if it was like Time’s ranch, he was sure if was a nice change of pace compared to life in the barracks. They all ate traditional Ordonian food courtesy of the village, which ended up using a lot of cheese, milk, and pumpkins. It led to some debate about where the best pumpkins originated and Warriors was beginning to wonder if Sky and Twilight would cross the line from debate to an actual argument before Wild broke it up, declaring he wasn’t storing any pumpkins in his slate if they couldn’t be mature about it.

After the lively debate, they caught each other up on what they were up to that day where Warriors found himself staying silent because other than going outside and speaking with Ilia for a bit, he did pretty much nothing. They talked into the evening and then tucked themselves in.

Once he was sure they were asleep, he quietly gathered his equipment and jumped down to the ground. He turned to the right and headed towards the bridge that led out of the village.

But then he paused by the spring.

He didn’t pay much attention to it before since they all wanted to get the treehouse to drop off their bags but now that Warriors was stationary and just outside of the gate, something about the spring sent a shiver down his spine. It made him want to turn and walk away from it but he stayed where he was because as much he was bothered by it, he was also curious. It looked normal but it didn’t feel normal.

He approached it slowly. The instinct to run intensified with each step he took but the curiosity and the need to know why that instinct was there made him resist the urge to turn around.

If there was one way to describe the spring, it was that it was bright. It sparkled in the moonlight but somehow it seemed even brighter than that, though he couldn’t describe how.

He squatted down by the lake and reached out, dipping his fingertips into the spring. He regretted it immediately. Warriors cursed, pulling his hand back so quickly that he fell onto his back. His fingers continued to sting, even though they weren’t in the water anymore. He groaned and sat up, using his scarf to dry his fingers.

His fingers must have only been in the spring for a second or two. They were bright red and still stung in the cooler night air– definitely burnt but thankfully mild.

Okay, it wasn’t just the goats or the cats or the bees. It was also the damn water!

Warriors got to his feet and shook his head. He would ask Twilight about the spring later. For now, he had to look for the reason why they were in Twilight’s era because as lovely as Ordon was, they couldn’t just stay there and possibly risk the shadow or whatever monsters it dragged around with it finding them in Ordon.

The village was defensible enough if they defended the bridge or made sure none of them made it past Twilight’s treehouse since Ordon was surrounded by rocky walls. Unless the monsters could fly, they needed to cross the bridge too. However, that was too close to the village for Warriors’ comfort. It was possible but it left them little room for error, especially if were winged monsters. An aeralfos could be particularly troubling.

It was better if they could get the drop on them. Getting ambushed around a bunch of civilians was the last thing he wanted.

He walked over the bridge and past it. There was another spring that made him shudder but he walked past that one until he eventually came to a fork in the road. One fork led into a dark cave and a quick sniff of the air told him that there was something that smelled like decay coming from that general direction. However, the cave was dark – too dark. Even if he summoned his vampire powers, he needed at least a little bit of light to actually see anything and that cave was pitch black. He had his fire rod but he wasn’t sure he had the best control over it to just keep the end lit up.

He cursed loudly to himself and did the walk of shame back to the treehouse. Twilight took to hanging his lantern up to provide some more light when the sun was down and turning it off when they fell asleep. Warriors unhooked it from its spot and took it with him. It seemed like Twilight filled it up somewhat recently so hopefully that was enough to get through the cave.

The cave was still a bit dark even with the lantern but the lantern was absolutely worth it when he found himself face to face with an alarming large spider. Warriors yelped and swiped at it with his lantern, setting its web on fire and watching it scurry away. It was a good thing he was alone – he would never live that down with the others

He followed his nose and found himself at the end of the cave which opened up to a dock with a lot of purple fog that hung close to the ground and covered the ground for as far as he could see. Alarming. Maybe Twilight would know something about it. The smell of decay was strongest here and for a moment, Warriors wondered if it was the fog itself that smelled of decay but then he saw a shadow move within the fog.

He retreated back into the mouth of the cave. Hopefully, nothing actually saw him so he could have a moment to observe what he needed to do. He could see a wooden dock in front of him, which told him that maybe this fog wasn’t always there. To his right, he could see some stumps rising up from the fog and oddly enough, he could actually see a path made up of those stumps and some thicker tree branches that lead to giant stump in the middle.

Warriors could see what he needed to do but he was a little wary of trying it. He could probably make it across all the gaps up to the giant middle stump but he never needed to jump so precisely before. It made him also regret not practicing more before but at least if he fell, he could probably get back up somewhere quickly enough. He could walk on walls now.

He hooked the lantern to his belt like he saw Twilight do before and ran, leaping up to the first stump and before he think about too much, he jumped to the next stump, and the to the next branch, and before he knew it, he arrived at the large stump in the middle. If he could get some of them up to the stump, they could rain arrows down at... whatever was shuffling around in the fog.

Cautiously, he leapt up to the edge and looked down. He was basically right on top of that awful smell of rot and decay and he instinctively raised a hand to cover his nose.

Inside the fog, he could see shadows that seemed Hylian-like but the limbs were too thin and elongated. They moved by shuffling mostly, dragging a sword along the sword as they did so. Gibdos. Pleasant. He hated those fuckers. Just one of them was annoying but he could see maybe a dozen or so them shuffling around.

And they weren’t alone. He could also see darknuts, the very enemies that made him reveal his secret in the first place. Those would take more than just regular arrows from above to take out. Maybe some bomb arrows could knock some of their armour off but Warriors knew that being close and personal was the best way to handle them.

The job wasn’t going to be an easy one and he didn’t know how much time they had the shadow actually sent the gibdos and darknuts after them. All he knew was that the faster they came up with a plan, the better. They couldn’t wait to be attacked now that he had an idea of what was coming.

Warriors started his trip back, hopping back down the collection of branches and stumps, back through the cave with the massive spiders, past the two unnerving springs, and up the ladder into Twilight’s treehouse. He stepped over the other heroes, returned the lantern to its spot, added his equipment to the pile, and then located his bedroll. He might as well try to sleep for a little bit.

Warriors woke up groggy and if it wasn’t for the pang in the stomach and the ache in his throat, he probably would have gone back to sleep. For a moment, he wondered if he needed blood that badly, or if he could sleep for a little bit longer, but he pulled himself out of the bedroll and up the ladder to the main floor. Thankfully, his fingers healed overnight so the trip up the ladder was painless.

To his shock, he wasn’t alone. Sky was sitting up, surrounded by nuts, milk, eggs, and other ingredients while Wild was tending to the fire in Twilight’s oven. There was also somebody Warriors didn’t expect at all – Colin. His stomach dropped. He liked the kid, he liked him a lot and he could see that he great potential with a sword one day, but he couldn’t down a bottle of blood or bite somebody with Colin around!

“Warriors! You’re up! Wild’s going to make a cake! Wanna come watch with me?” Sky asked. Fuck, he couldn’t even pretend he wasn’t there.

“Oh, Warriors is here?” Colin asked, he head perking up from where he was looking at the eggs in the basket. “Dad was worried about him since he didn’t come by the village after the goat escaped and the cat attacked him.”

It took considerable effort to brace himself and make sure that panic on the inside didn’t show on the outside as he settled down beside Sky. Colin really was a smart kid and in any other circumstance, Warriors would nurture that, but right now it really worked against him that Colin was perceptive.

“Oh, he hasn’t been feeling that well lately, so he’s been staying in most of the time,” Wild said with a shrug, acting completely casually. He heard Sky sigh in relief. Thanks, Sky. Real casual. “How are you feeling today, Wars?”

“Better,” he answered as Wild then jumped into explaining his steps. Warriors didn’t really participate in the lesson, preferring to just watch from afar as Sky and Colin followed along. He inserted himself in the conversation when appropriate but he was more focused on what he discovered the night before and trying to keep his hunger under control. Wild made the first cake and then guided them through the second, and within a couple of hours, Colin left after eating a slice of his own cake.

Warriors hated how relieved he felt when the boy finally left.

“You alright? You don’t seem to be in the best mood. I don’t think Colin noticed but I like think we know you a bit better,” Sky said as he put some dishes into a basin for washing later. With the cakes done, Wild was already planning on dinner if the mumbling under his breath as he studied his slate was any indication.

“I overdid it last night and now I’m pretty hungry. Wild, I don’t suppose you have any blood?” Usually, he would go hunting for his blood to keep his skills sharp for when he didn’t have Wild’s slate or happy volunteers but the only monsters he saw last night were the ones in the fog. He wasn’t even sure there was anything to drink from a gibdo. The darknuts were probably infected and infected blood was nasty. They weren’t an option.

Wild barely looked over the slate but nonetheless, he produced a bottle and held it out for Warriors to grab. Warriors licked his lips, let his fangs drop, and took the bottle with more force than he meant but he waited hours for it and he wasn’t waiting a second longer. He popped the top off and poured half of it into his mouth to sooth his aching throat. It was better than cold water on a hot day. He let out a contented sigh before he could stop himself.

“Last night? What were you doing last night?” Sky asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Later. I’m not explaining more than once,” he mumbled as he gulped down some more blood. Now that his throat didn’t ache, he could actually take the opportunity to enjoy the flavour. It wasn’t monster blood so he definitely had to savour it while he could. Maybe it was the blood from something Wild hunted? He hoped it wasn’t from a person.

Sky and Wild exchanged a look. He understood their concern but everybody had to be there so they that could try to come up with a plan.

It took another hour or so before the rest of the Links filtered inside. For some reason, Time was drenched in water and as much as Warriors wanted the story behind that, he had to be the one to remind them that they all have a job to do. Legend immediately went from an easy smile when he first walked into the door to a confused frown when their eyes met.

“Did something happen?”

“Hey, why is the lantern already half empty?” Twilight asked as he unhooked it from its place and glared it like it decided to empty itself.

“I borrowed it last night. I can see pretty well in the dark with my powers but I still need at least a little bit of light and the cave was too dark.”

All of their eyes were on him.

“I hate to say it but we’ve been in Ordon for too long. If we stay here, it’ll only a matter time before we get ambushed and the village will be danger. I don’t want to have that fight anywhere on this side of the bridge so I decided to do a patrol last night.”

“And let me guess... you found something,” Legend muttered.

“Gibdos and darknuts in some weird purple fog. There’s at least a dozen or so gibdos, I didn’t get a good count on the darknuts. Oh, and the gibdos have swords too, in case your gibdos don’t.”

“Oh those ones,” Time mumbled with a grimace.

“You said purple fog? Great,” Twilight mumbled as he started to refill his lantern with oil. “It’ll make you dizzy at first and if you don’t retreat, you’ll pass out. We probably have enough long ranged weapons to take them out without going into it. It’s going to be tricky with the darknuts in there though.”

“Is there anyway around the fog? Or a safe way through it?” Wind asked, tilting his head.

“Mostly just above it. Fire works temporarily but it doesn’t last long.”

“I saw the giant stump in the middle of the fog and that’ll give us another angle. I can take some of you up there but just in case, those who go up there should also be able to get themselves down safely on their own,” Warriors offered.

Time nodded along. “Wild would be a good candidate.”

“I have a korok leaf that lets me soar,” Wind offered.

Warriors nodded. Both of them would be easy for him to take up there.

“We should have enough room by the dock for the rest of us to shoot into the crowd then. I really don’t like that this might be our only option against the darknuts though. There isn’t exactly a lot of room outside of the fog. This will be tough,” Twilight said with a deep sigh.

Hyrule nodded. “And that’s assuming they haven’t moved since Warriors last saw them. We better leave soon and make sure they don’t get to the village.”

Warriors nodded. They really should leave soon. However, he couldn’t help but think of what more he could do. Wild and Wind were going to be situated above on the stump while everybody else would be at the dock. Maybe... he could fight inside the fog. Maybe the fog wouldn’t affect him the same way. Maybe he could tie his scarf around his mouth and nose to protect himself from the fog so he could weaken their enemies enough that arrows are a viable option.

And... there was one thing he never actually tried before since he never wanted to acknowledge his vampirism.

“What’s on your mind? You have your thinking face on,” Time said with a smirk.

“I want to try to fight in the fog and combine my vampire powers with focus spirit.”

The smirk from Time’s face fell. “Both of those are exhausting to you on their own. If you pass out in the fog, we might not be able to get you out.”

“You guys have hookshots. It wouldn’t be the most serious injury I received,” Warriors mumbled, rolling his eyes. “But in all seriousness, I’ll do my best to get out of the fog before I pass out.”

“Hang on, go back to the first thing,” Legend said, using his finger to draw a circle in the air. “What is focus spirit? You never mentioned it before.”

“It improves my muscles and it helps me tune out anything that isn’t related to battle. It makes me stronger and faster and that’s without tapping into my vampire powers. I’ve never tried both at the same time. If it works though, I can weaken or outright kill a bunch of them.”

Sky raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that this is the best time to try it out?”

Warriors shrugged. He really wasn’t sure if a tricky battle was the best time but they needed some sort of edge against the darknuts and if it worked well enough, then they had another option against whatever the shadow threw at them. Battles were always risky, even the ones that seemed simple and straight forward, and trying different ways to use his powers was a risk he was willing to take.

Nobody else had questions for him, so they all started preparing themselves for battle. Warriors made sure to redo his scarf so it was tight around his face and pinned it in place, ignoring the strange looks he got from everybody else. Once they were done, he and Twilight led them through the cave and out to the dock and fog.

A low groan met them.

“Oh good, they’re still here,” Hyrule said out loud. “Well, good for everybody else anyway.”

“Let’s review before they get here. Most of us will stay here and shoot anything coming towards us,” Time said, pointing at the ground they were standing one. “Warriors will take Wind and Wild above the fog and then he’ll fight within it.”

Everybody nodded. As Warriors followed the same path he did the night before up to the large stump in the middle with Wild on his back, Legend fired the first shot into the fog. The gibdo screamed and Warriors hissed in pain as the screech pierced his sensitive ears. He didn’t have the available hands to cover his ears though, so he kept going until Wild was in position. He tried his best to be quick once he made the second trip up with Wind.

The two took up positions on opposite sides of the stump. He watched them for a moment, taking a deep breath as he did so, then turned away from them, staring down at the ground and the figures shuffling towards the dock. Warriors wasn’t really good at magic. It was actually easier for him to find the power to summon his vampire powers these days than it was to call upon the power that let him use his focus spirit. Nonetheless, he focused on pulling that magic from within. It took him a few seconds to feel it and once he did, he could feel his muscles tingle in excitement.

Warriors jumped down. Thankfully, he didn’t feel any negative effects from the fog, though he didn’t know if that was because of the scarf, because of his vampirism, because of his focus spirit or some weird combination of the three. Either way, it didn’t matter. He had a job to do.

He jumped from his crouched position and practically flew into the fray, his sword slicing into a gibdo’s back. It felt like time slowed down, all while Warriors was moving at a pace that felt completely normal to him. He knew it wasn't normal – he was probably at a speed that true vampires could run, or even a tad faster. Just to think he never thought to combine his vampire powers with focus spirit before!

He was easily able to duck under a slow moving sword to sink his blade into the gap between a darknut's helmet and chest plate. He pulled out his blade and stepped around the darknut to slice the head off a gibdo before it could scream. He didn't wait to see if the darknut was dead, instead trusting his allies to kill it with whatever ranged weapons they had.

It had been some time since his blade could effortlessly cut through so many enemies. It almost reminded him of home, where he could kill a few bokoblins in a single sweep of his blade. Almost. The fact that these monsters were infected made him doubt that he was actually killing all of them but the point of using his magic wasn’t to kill, though that was a bonus if he managed it. It was to inflict as much damage as possible, to make whatever remained easy picking for everybody else who couldn’t fight in the fog like he could.

He swung his sword at anything that moved in his peripherals. He no longer cared what it was – if it moved, it was getting sliced down.

Unfortunately for Warriors, his magic was always quick to run out since it was continuously running through all of his muscles. He didn’t think to take any magic potions with him so he sprinted to the middle of a group of redeads and swung his sword for one more devastating spin attack, letting the last of his magic flow off the edge of his blade.

The exhaustion hit him immediately. His sword was suddenly too heavy and his legs trembled as he turned and ran out of the fog. The fog wasn’t completely clear of monsters but Warriors was sure that he wasn’t any shape to deal with them. Focus spirit was exhausting enough on its own, though never so exhausting that he had to retreat from battle due to the effects.

But when combined with the extraordinary speed and strength that his vampirsim granted him?

He wasn’t surprised when his legs gave out once he made out of the fog and his entire body hit the dirt. He heard a shout of alarm and just a moment later, somebody was beside him.

“Warriors! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine! Just tired,” he hissed. “Focus on the battle.”

“Right.” Whoever was at his side left. He felt bad for snapping but he was fine. He could hear something exploding, so he assumed that somebody set off a bomb arrow. Ugh, he hoped he did enough because he was useless now. Until he had more blood and a good nap, he wasn’t fit to even get back to Twilight’s treehouse.

Suddenly, somebody was pushing him up again. Sky. The knight turned him so that Warriors chest was against his own. He loosened his skycloth slightly, exposing more of his neck. He tried to look away.

“Battle’s almost over. Have a drink.”

His neck. Why his neck? Warriors always wanted to see what it was like but he wasn’t sure he could trust himself.

“I’ll let you know when I’m dizzy. Trust me.”

Warriors did trust him. Before he could talk himself out of it, he positioned himself and sank his fangs into Sky’s neck. His blood was warmer and it filled his mouth quicker. He pushed his fangs in deeper and happily drank until he felt somebody tugging and twisting one of his ears. He withdrew his fangs and hissed, and that was when he finally realized what he was actually doing. Blood was already pooling out of the two holes he left in Sky’s neck, which Sky was quick to cover with his hands.

“Sky...”

He was getting tired.

“I’m fine. Get some rest.”

Warriors wanted to stay awake to see the end of the battle but his body apparently had different ideas. He laid his head down on his shoulder and let himself drift.

When Warriors came to, his fangs were buried in... something. For a moment, he just stayed where he was, fangs clasped around whatever it was in his mouth. Then, whatever it was moved and Warriors retracted his fangs.

It was an arm. He just bit somebody!

“What the-”

“Sky, good thinking! I barely felt them,” Wild said as he began to remove something from his forearms. Sky’s bracers, if Warriors had to guess.

“They are made for sharp talons, so they’re thick enough for his fangs,” Sky answered happily. He took one of his hands and waved it in front of his Warriors’ face. “You awake, Wars?”

“Stop that! And why did you wake me up by sticking your arm in my mouth?”

“I didn’t stick my arm in your mouth! You just don’t wake up well. I figured you might bite if we tried to wake you so I came prepared,” Wild answered, then the smile fell off his face. “We were getting worried though. You were asleep for two days straight with no sign of waking up. I put blood under your nose, we tried shaking you, it didn’t matter how loud we got... only thing that end up working was touching your face a lot.”

Oh. He could see why they were worried. He never slept for that long – sure he, was unconscious for that long, but never asleep for that long. Somebody was usually able to rouse him one way or another in a span of a day. Usually, he got up on his own. Did he truly exhaust himself that much? He had blood before he fell asleep too. How much worse would it have been if he didn’t?

“Is everybody okay?”

Sky and Wild shared a look. “We’re all fine. I was only dizzy for a day or so and nobody got hurt during the battle. You’re the only one who had to be carried back.”

“Good. That’s the only thing I care about. Especially when it comes to you, Sky. I usually have more control than that...”

Suddenly, Sky grabbed his head, planting both of his hands on either side of his face. He looked him dead in the eyes and suddenly, Warriors was reminded of the fact that despite how carefree Sky seemed, he had the same protective fury they all had. “If this is leading to you putting yourself down, I’m going to smack you. Ordon is safe and nobody was injured because you gave us an incredible advantage. You’re allow to have some extra blood for that, got it?”

“Yes sir.”

Seemingly satisfied, Sky let him go. “Good! I’m going to go make a cake to celebrate! Wild, let the others know he woke up, will you?”

Wild offered a mock salute and left.

“Can you drizzle some blood on top of my slice?”

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Off Day

Word Count: 1.5k+ Warnings: Drinking. Pregnancy mention. Soft Tommy. Author's Note: Is this perfect? No. Did I wake up four hours ago after a dream and decide I need to write it? Yes. This is just gooey fluff.

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Lightning in the sky means no work.

No work means bacon and whiskey in his coffee. 

Whiskey in his coffee means a loose tongue and wandering hands.

He wants that to mean staying in bed all day; morning spent beneath the covers as the rain pounds down until there’s more of a hunger in his belly than the lust he lives with day in and day out.

Instead it means a fight about why he can’t keep his hands to himself and why he so desperately wants you to call out of work.

While his answer should be that he never gets an off day and he just wants to play hooky with his person, it’s never an answer that’s been required.

You’ve never not faked a cough just to stay in Tommy Miller’s bed.

He’s not exactly trashed when you open the door hours later but he’s not exactly seeing things objectively either.

The questions start right away, the statements of his observations and his pleas to tell him that they’re true.

Is there somebody else?

You’ve been working longer hours, I know I work them, too, but I notice.

Am I not doing it for you anymore?

I know that people grow apart, honey, but I’m in love with you so tell me how to fix it.

Clingy isn’t what he’d call himself but he’s never seen himself through anybody else’s eyes. It’s not a bad thing; plenty would say it is but it isn’t. 

Everything about him is gentle which sounds like an oxymoron if you know him at all but, if you truly knew him at all, you’d know that it’s true.

Gentle boy with rough hands; sun kissed golden skin; dark curls; full lips and a honey thick voice that slips through them. 

So it’s no wonder his insecurities cling so closely to him, too.

Whiskey is heavy on his tongue, a day of adding it to coffee and to soda until it was late enough and acceptable enough to take it straight.

“I love you, just tell me how to fix whatever I fucked up.” 

“You fucked nothing up, Tommy baby.” Hands framing his face, you pull him forward again.

A kiss.

Another.

This was always a possibility, this sweet boy with his whiskey breath and chapped lips begging your forgiveness for driving you away.

Work sent you away with the direction to celebrate. To take the rest of the week off and be ready to come in on Monday to start your new job on a position you’d been gunning for and received. 

That was the late nights, this so called other person.

You never imagined he would pick up on it with all the doubles he was pulling. 

“I love you,” he says. “I know I don’t tell you enough but I do.” 

“Tommy, listen to me, baby.” You’re in the kitchen, him still in his boxers from the night before and a run ripping up your tights in the little black dress you left for the day in. “There is nobody else, you did nothing wrong.” 

A pout finds his lips and you know all the terrible things he’s saying to himself; all the terrible things everybody has ever said to him running through his head. 

For all that hot confidence that flowed out of him in the beginning of the relationship, he’s let every bit of his guard down. 

“Let’s go get a shower, Tommy,” you suggest. “Let me wash your hair, your body. Baby, let’s sober up a bit and then I’ll tell you everything because it’s good.” 

He is sweet, lovey and apologetic for his behavior with every swipe of the washcloth across his barreled chest. When your hand slips low, he groans lower with a quip about taking advantage of him in his vulnerable state of drunkenness. 

All of it is filled with laughter.

Every touch.

Every word.

Every soft apology followed by a declaration of love.

“I get so grumpy when I’m not with you,” he whispers beneath the spray. “I'm sorry you have to clean my grumpy ass up.” 

“I signed up for this, Tommy Miller.”

He’s leaning against you, back flush to your chest.

After a day of dodging the cold rain from the office to the car to the restaurant to the car again, staying beneath the warmth is nice. It’s needed and it’s been a while since it was you and Tommy in here together.

“Mmkay, honey,” he drawls out, padding across to his dresser with the towel slung low. “Now that I’m not some drunk asshole crying about his loneliness, why don’t you tell me what’s been going on, hmm?” 

“I got a promotion,” you tell him from your spot on the bed. “I've been going for it for a while.” 

“Baby!” His voice goes up an octave, maybe two, as he turns around. “That's fucking amazing, why didn’t you tell me?”

Concentrating your gaze on your legs, you shrug. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up—I didn't want to get your hopes up.” 

He laughs, mattress dipping beneath his weight as he crawls up beside you. “Didn't want me crying in case you didn’t get to become my sugar mama?” He grabs your chin between his forefinger and thumb and turns you to look at him; his ocean deep dimples and galaxy eyes. “I’m so proud of you, my smart girl.”

“There's more,” I tell him.

“God, are you pregnant too?” He asks, color draining from his face. “Have I been acting like a cunt and crying about made up shit all day just for you to be carrying my baby?” 

“No,” you laugh out. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have your babies one day but”—deep breath—“it comes with a raise. Significantly.”

“How significant?” His voice drops low and he leans in closer. “Can you really be my sugar mama?”

“Twenty percent significant,” you whisper. “With a bonus, too, it comes in on my paycheck next week.” 

“Oh shit!” His towel falls when he jumps up to his knees, hands cradling around your face and he shakes you with every word. “Oh shit, that’s my smart fucking girl.”

“Tommy, there’s more,” you interrupt him. His face falls and he’s asking what it is, if you have to move and what that means for the two of you. 

You pull him back down to sitting next to you, bare shoulder to bare shoulder and take his hand in yours. “I've been doing a lot of thinking with regards to this promotion—all the time I’ve been preparing for it. I was only expecting the wage increase and I’ve already budgeted a lot out—“

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers.

Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hand. “Baby, I want to put the bonus behind yours and Joel’s business,” you tell him. “I know you two have been denying any help, you want to do it on your own and I respect that so much, I love that so much but, Tommy, y’all keep working all these long hours and you don’t have time to put into the business plans and securing the funding.”

His face is a blank slate and you can’t tell where his mind is. He has denied your offers every step of the way—his brother has, too. 

“Please say something,” you beg him.

Bitten lip, he smiles wide. “My gorgeous, smart girl,” he says, shaking his head. “So you wanna be the Co in Miller and Co?”

Shrugging, you throw your hands up. “And your legal counsel and—“ 

Hungry and half feral, his lips cut you off with a press of his tongue against yours. “And my wife,” he says when he pulls back. “The ring’s in the top drawer, I’ve been waiting for a thunderstorm to ask you.” He smiles and shrugs. “They’re kind of our thing.” 

He gets up when you nod, goes to the top drawer and pulls boxers out and on before turning around again. “It's not much,” he says, crawling back up on the bed. “Hell, it ain’t really shit but maybe you can go and pick out a real pretty one with that new money of yours.”

No, it’s not much but Tommy doesn’t think he is either. Not much, not enough—always striving to be better and afraid he’s letting everybody down. He covers it all so easily with his charm and his dimples and his wide, lazy smile that suggests everything is a joke. If you pulled back, if you changed your mind right now, he would hit you with that smile and say he was just kidding anyway. Pretend he’s not hurting to protect himself from the hurt he feels.

“Hey, Tommy?”

You can see that barrier start to build as he looks up to you, ring pushed halfway up your finger. “Yeah?”

“It's supposed to storm tomorrow, too.” 

When you woke up this morning, you didn’t think this would be the end of the day. In fact, you thought the promotion wasn’t going to go through. You thought that lunch was to let you down easy. The pay rise was enough for you and then they talked about the bonus, said something about getting out of this tiny apartment of yours finally.

Not only are you going to get out of your tiny apartment, your husband’s going to build it.

[little-diable]

Kinktober Day 25 – Carlisle Cullen

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🩶 Day 25 🩶 Daddy

Warnings: 18+, piv, spanking, begging

Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (1k words)

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With a sigh leaving him, Carlisle stepped into his office, eyes focused on the documents he was reading. He felt her before he saw her, freezing in his step as his eyes found hers, filled with mischief. (Y/n) was sitting in his office chair, staring at her boyfriend with a soft grin tugging on her lips, a grin that grew wider as the sound of Carlisle locking the door rang in her ears.

“What are you doing here?” He smiled at her, walking closer with the documents finding their way to his desk, hands reaching for hers to pull (y/n) to her feet. Their lips met in a soft kiss, allowing him to let go of the tension that had tugged on his shoulders, allowing him to relax in her grasp.

“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Carlisle’s laugh rumbled through him, shuffling her around so that he could plop down on the chair with (y/n) pulled into his lap. He kissed her again, communicating the emotions tying the two together, forming an unbreakable bond. 

“I’m always happy to see you, you know that sweetness.” Her hands toyed with the buttons of his white shirt, batting her eyelashes in an almost teasing motion. Both knew that she was needy for him, aching for the hands she hadn’t felt on her body in days. “Somebody’s needy, huh?” 

“Of course I am, you haven’t been home in days. I miss you.” With a raspy chuckle leaving him, Carlisle’s hands found her waist, pulling her against his twitching cock, already excited about feeling her this close. He had missed her just as much, hating that he hadn’t seen her pretty face in way too long, aching for the one he loved more than words could describe. 

“We don’t have much time, I’ll have to be back in the ER in ten.” A gasp left her as he forced her back to her feet, front pushed down on the table. (Y/n) didn’t dare move, allowing her boyfriend to pull her trousers down her legs with quick moves, trembling in surprise as the cold air hit her folds, already dripping with arousal. 

“Please, Carlisle, touch me.” His hand met her behind without a warning, silently scolding her for addressing him with his name, very well knowing that she knew the rules and yet she had decided to go against them.

“That’s not how you should beg for it, is it?” With his cold fingers brushing through her folds, Carlisle forced her senses to focus on him, feeling him, hearing him, desperate to taste him. A quiet “Sorry, daddy” left (y/n), forcing a satisfied hum out of Carlisle the same second he plunged two fingers into her tightness. (Y/n) had to squeeze her eyes close, teeth drawing blood from her lower lip as she bit down on the soft skin, trying to keep their moans bottled in.

The scent of her blood urged Carlisle on, pulling away to free his cock, pumping himself a few times before he pushed into her from behind. His thrusts were ferocious, quick as if the Devil himself was chasing the ancient being, making bruises form on her hips as they met the edge of the table over and over again. And yet (y/n) couldn’t focus on the pain, could only focus on the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of her.

“Feels so good, daddy, you’re so big.” She wanted to see his features, wanted to study the prideful grin he undoubtedly wore on his pale lips. No matter how many centuries he had already spent on this earth, he’d always tremble in pride at her praises, never getting enough of the sweet words she spoke to him.

“My needy girl, how could I go so long without touching you?” No words left her, unable to stop her moan from leaving her as he pulled her even closer with his bruising touch on her hips. (Y/n)’s fingers found her pulsing clit, circling it with quick movements, in sync with his thrusts, set on pushing one another over the edge.

It was sinful what they were doing, very well aware of the people that would hear them as they passed by his office, and yet neither of them cared, only focused on the way her walls clenched around his cock, begging him to push her into the intense sensation she had been aching for. He could tell that she was close, with her breath hitched in her chest, with her walls fluttering and her heart racing, and yet he wouldn’t let her cum just yet, not without begging for it.

“C’mon, baby, you know how to ask for it nicely.” A shaky breath left (y/n), she tried to thumb through her thoughts, tried to pierce words together that would form a proper sentence, a task she clearly struggled with in this very moment. 

“Please, daddy, I’ve been so good, please let me cum.” He gave it a few more thrusts before a rough “Cum for me” left him, pushing (y/n) into the open arms of her orgasm. Carlisle kept on fucking her, staring down on her with his smirk not leaving his lips once. And yet he couldn’t stop himself from giving in moments later, head rolled back, lips parted to let go of a deep groan. 

She was heavily panting, holding onto the edge of the table as he slowly pulled away, making her hiss. Carlisle helped her redress, careful not to hurt her, hands stroking her trembling limbs. 

“I love you, I’ll come home tonight, I promise.” And with one last kiss pressed to her swollen lips, he left her, mind still focused on her as he found his way back into the ER, hoping that the hours would pass by quick enough.

[grumpybunny-edith]

Edith Tries To Get Her Hormones (Chapter 1)

“That’s a joke, right?” I asked, eyeing the number on the register anxiously. My wallet had never felt lighter in my pocket than looking at the price I was being asked to pay for my Lagomorphine. 

“$326 is the price,” said the pharmacist. 

“Could you at least —”

“Run it through your insurance? Did that already,” she said offhandedly, pushing her glasses up and looking down at the computer away from me. The silence between us did its best to hold out against the kitschy music of the pharmacy. An old man sat in a chair near the register; I heard him arguing with them when I walked in, and he was now just waiting on his prescription as he poked at his phone. He kept looking up at me, his eyes falling on the ears and tail I can’t hide, not caring to look away when I caught him. 

“Why isn’t it covered? It was before,” I asked, punching the panic in my voice down. 

“The system said this administration method isn’t covered,” she said, tapping at a key on her keyboard boredly. “If you were taking the pill version, it’d be fine. Injections can also be covered to a point.”

For the first month and a half of my treatment I noticed almost no changes. I had to increase my dose to accommodate it, but that dose would’ve shot my liver, so we did injections. I got as far as halfway through doing one myself when I found out that was definitely, a thousand percent not gonna work for me. So, patches have been literally the only way for me to take the dose I need. As the fur started growing on my upper legs I’ve had to shave a little rectangle to stick them to. 

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “Why’d they suddenly stop covering it?” 

The pharmacist just shrugged. “If you have questions, take it up with your insurance company.” 

I heard footsteps across the pharmacy, the tiny shink of things being pulled off the walls, the sliding noises of boxes moving off of metal shelves. I felt the shadow of someone behind me, my heart kicking itself into gear in case I need to make a break for it. The sliding doors and the little bing of the bell when somebody entered them cut through it all once every handful of seconds. The whole place felt alive with movement, people getting exactly what they needed while I stayed right where I was, rotting. When the pharmacist spoke again it came with the tick of her nails against the contact paper desk and a frustrated bite of her incisors.

“Will that be cash or card today?” 

I sigh. “Lemme check.” I already knew cash was off the table, so I pulled my phone from my back pocket to check my bank account. This was less to see how much I had and more to look like I was at all interested in or capable of paying that much. In doing so, the question was staring me in the face; do I keep my money so I have a place to live, or do I spend it so I have a reason to? 

“Sir, there are other people in line,” said the pharmacist, sounding unhelpful. I wanted to clap back with something like “yeah, I can see that”, but I was a gross combination of scared and embarrassed that made me want to leave as quickly as I possibly could. 

I stomped my foot. It was involuntary, but in the way of ‘I felt my body want to do this and decided not to stop it’. The old man in the chair beside me smirked; it was like I could hear the skin on his face contorting. 

“Guess I’ll talk to my insurance company,” I said. I could spare the dollar for an Arizona on the way out.

The summer sun burns straight through my clothes. Dressing for the season, in theory, isn't hard; there’s just something about going to pick up my drugs that makes me want to hide as much of myself as I can. Sure, the fur on my thighs and butt make wearing jeans in this heat excruciating, but it’s better than letting everyone see how well the drugs have been working. I considered wearing a beanie too, something I could fit my ears under, but I was worried they’d catch fire under all that heat. And I like how they look, or whatever, now that fur had grown on their ends.

I walked out to my bike, throwing my black denim jacket off my shoulders and into my backpack. I hoped I’d feel some kind of breeze on the patches of fur on my shoulders, but when the wind blew it was with sickening humid heat. I pulled off my mask, desperate to stop sweating into it so much, and let the small bit of fur around my nose feel the gross air. 

“No fucking clue what happens next,” I whined to myself, not cognizant of other people in the parking lot. My phone buzzed as I got on my bike.

pink-lightning: Hey everyone. Embarrassing thing — I took my shot early this week, and I can feel my heat starting early. I know we made the schedule for this weekend already, but is anyone gonna be available tomorrow morning? 

I was supposed to be with Ashley that weekend. I had no other reason I couldn’t show up — no job meant my schedule was pretty open. 

raeraebun: oof, sorry! im working in the morning :(( good luck and i hope it goes ok

thebuildingisonfire: I can’t come either. I had to pick up the morning tomorrow bc my trainer is getting a tattoo that afternoon 

wen-kutesuli: School ✊😔 Also I don’t know if I have the capacity for that right now anyway

pink-lightning: That’s totally okay, please don’t feel like you have to force yourself. Literally ever. 

I didn’t have to. Hell, Ashley probably wouldn’t want me to have said what I did if I didn’t want to. And it’s not like I didn’t want to. I didn’t know how I was going to manage without the libido, but I’d figure it out.

grumpybunny-edith: I can! Just lmk when

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Twin Talk

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been a while since I wrote a fanfic. Been busy with life. I actually do like Blitzo’s sister Barbie Wire. I actually hope we get to see more of her soon.

This story is about Barbie meeting my OC Liz.

So relax and enjoy the story!

Barbie - “Satan fucking damn it! Why the fuck Blitzo had to come in and ruined my fucking life?!”

After the camp site incident, Barbie now lost her supplier. When she told her boss what happened, he actually decided not to fire her. The reason? Because he didn’t wanna bother looking for another employee that can get weeks. While Barbie is grateful she didn’t get fired, she now has to deliver meds in Sloth. Which sucks because sometimes the customers are rude as hell, too lazy to remember what they order, and don’t give enough tips.

Today Barbie just had to deliver meds to the St. An hospital. Barbie has the bag of meds in her bag and was waiting impatiently for the elevator to open. The elevator ding and opened. Barbie checked the bag and it said “To Liz M. Room 345”.

Barbie - *pissed* “Can’t believe I’m fucking stuck delivery med to some snot nose little brat. She has fucking parents, why can’t they fucking give her meds?!”

The elevator ding and it left Barbie at the floor she was supposed to be at. Barbie left the elevator and was surprised how the hallway actually looked more fancier. It had golden apple design taperary, statues of Lucifer, and his logo.

Barbie - *confused* “What the fuck? Why the hell is the kid on this fancy ass floor? Is this the floor I’m suppose to be on?”

Barbie looked at the bag twice and noticed the note was a little smidge, but it clearly said: VIP. Which everybody knows it means Very Important Person. Wanting to finish the job just to get over it, Barbie just walked down the hall and saw room 345.

Barbie opened the door and saw Liz resting in a hospital bed. Looking tired and exhausted. Barbie's eyes also widen in shock because she recognizes the red cheeks and skin.

Barbie - *shocked* “Holy shit! Are you Lucifer’s kid?”

Liz - “Huh? No. Lucifer is my Uncle.”

Barbie - “Huh. Never did I think I would see royal blue blood in a dump like this.”

Liz - “Well I needed my appendix out. It was either here or let it explode into little tiny pieces. And that would have ended ugly.”

Barbie - *chuckles* “Nice to see you have some sense of humor. The name Barbie Wire.”

Liz - “Barbie Wire? Were your parents drunk when they named you that?”

Barbie - *chuckles* “Most likely my father. The guy could drink 2 or 3 bottles of booze like it was water.”

Liz - “Huh. He would have been good friends with my Dad. He always likes to drink wine.”

Barbie - “My Dad was more into cheap booze shit. He called wine “fancy pissed water that royal blue blood fuckers drinks.”

Liz - *giggled* “My name is Liz.”

Barbie - “Nice to meet you. So, where is your parents' kid?”

Liz - “My dad had to go to work, and so did my mom. But they promise to come back later.”

Barbie - *a little uncomfortable* “So…You’re all alone?”

Liz - “Well not really. I mean I’ll be okay.”

Barbie was having a strange feeling inside of her. What was it? Was it sadness? Uncomfortable? Or was it feeling bad for somebody? Either way, she didn’t want Liz to be by herself. Barbie looked at her watch and see how she actually have a lot of time for herself.

Barbie - “Ya know what? I’ll give you some company.”

Liz - “Don’t you have to go back to work?”

Barbie - “Eh. Those assholes can wait. I got lot of time.”

Liz - “Yeah. I heard the people in sloths are lazy bums.”

Barbie - *chuckles* “You're telling me. The receptionist claimed she couldn’t read or write yet she still did it anyway.”

Liz - “I guess she drank for breakfast.”

Barbie - *laughs* “That’s a good one! I like people with my kind of sense of humor.”

Liz - *laughs* “Well I am part of the Carny Rangers.”

Barbie - “Carny Rangers?”

Liz - “It’s a kid scout but it's a circus theme. You have fun, earn badges, and learn some circus trick shit.”

Barbie - “Oh I actually know some circus tricks. I actually worked at a circus once.”

Liz - “That must have been a dream come true.”

Barbie - “Yeah it wasn’t bad. I mean I did the tightrope, acrobat shit, it was actually pretty fun.”

Liz - “Yeah my twin sister and I love circus stuff.”

Barbie - *confused* “Twin sister?”

Liz - “Yeah. I have a twin sister name Sonya. She was resting in the mind house.”

Sonya came out in shadow and waved at Barbie. Barbie almost fell out of the chair she was sitting on.

Barbie - *shocked* “What the fuck is that thing?!”

Liz - *annoyed* “Heh ya deaf or blind? Or both? This is my twin sister Sonya.”

Barbie - “Why the fuck is she a shadow?!”

Liz - “We are a Gemini.”

Barbie - “A Gemi-what?”

Liz - “Gemini. It is a rare gift where two twins share the same body thanks to the Gemini star.”

Barbie - “What sort of fucking gift is that? If anything you should get rid of that shit.”

Liz - *offended* “Excuse me?”

Barbie - “Twin sibling are nothing but fucking shit-heads who fuck up your life.”

Liz - “Don’t you dare talk about my sister that way!”

Barbie - “Look, I’m only giving you advice because having a sibling, especially a twin known to screw you over.”

Liz - *angry* “Look you bitch, you know nothing about my sister so there’s no way I’m gonna get rid of her!”

Barbie - *angry* “I’m just trying to help you!”

Liz - *angry* “I don’t need your fucking help you-“

Then all of a sudden, Liz felt a pain in her stomach. Barbie looks concerned for her. Even Sonya looked worried for her sister.

Barbie - “Hey kid are you okay?”

Liz - *groans in pain* “Y-Yeah.”

Sonya knows when her sister is lying thanks to the pain on Liz’s face. Sonya gently moved Liz’s hand and saw that the stitches popped and was bleeding again.

Sonya - “Oh crap! Her stitches came out!”

Barbie saw that despite being in her shadow form, Sonya grabbed a towel and gently put it on Liz’s sides. Barbie looking worried and said:

Barbie - “Hey! We need a fucking doctor in here now!”

A minute later, a doctor came in and helped and fixed the stitches. Barbie was standing in the hallway waiting to see if Liz is okay. Then 15 minutes later, the doctor left and Barbie went back inside the room. Barbie then noticed Liz still looked tired and in pain and realized she still had Liz’s meds. Barbie took some pills out of the bottle, got a cup of water and handed it to Liz.

Barbie - “Here. You need this.”

Liz - *take a deep breath* “Thanks.”

Liz took the meds and drank some water. Barbie had that strange feeling again when she saw that Liz was alone. Barbie hated having those feelings again. She took a seat next to Liz’s bed and said:

Barbie - “Sorry kid.”

Liz - “For what? You basically saved my life right now.”

Barbie - “With the help of your sister of course. I'm sorry for what I said earlier. It's just that…I had a bad experience with a twin.``

Liz - “Wait, you have a twin sister?”

Barbie - “Actually a twin brother. Blitzo.”

Liz - *eyes widen* “Holy crap! I know him, he’s a friend of mine and my sister.”

Barbie - *scoff* “You would have been better off not knowing him. Bastard ruined my life.”

Liz - “How?”

Barbie took a deep breath and began to tell Liz everything. How the fire happened on Fizz’s birthday, the firework explosion, Fizz getting badly hurt, Blitzo and Barbie mom’s death, the circus being burnt down, etc. Liz and Sonya were actually listening and was surprised how Blitzo actually had a dark past.

Barbie - “….And just when I was getting my life together, he just had to show up and fuck my life all over again!”

Liz - “Man…Sound brutal dude. But don’t you think you were hard on him too?”

Barbie - *offended* “What?! He’s the one that screwed my life!”

Liz - “So what? You honestly thought he was like “Oh! I’m gonna start a fire and hurt everybody and kill my mom! Tra lalalala!”

Barbie - “…No. But it was still his fault! He should have saved our mother!”

Liz - “Why didn’t you save her or your dad?”

Barbie - “We tried! But we couldn’t do it…”

Liz - “So you guys couldn’t do this, but Blitzo can? Does that make sense to you?”

Barbie - “Well…You know how long it took for me to finally get clean and get a job?!”

Liz - “Come on dude that was your choice to do those drugs. He didn’t give them to you or force you to take them. Besides, to me it sounds like the fire was just an accident. Have you ever even ask him how he felt about it?”

Those words hit Barbie like a ton of bricks: she was so wrapped up in her pain and feelings, she never even bothered to ask her own brother about the accident. But that still didn’t change that he was the reason their circus and home burnt down.

Liz - “Beside, put yourself in his shoes…Well, boots actually: if he was the one in rehab and left and you tried to reach out to him, but Blitzo coldly turned you away. Wouldn’t you feel hurt that your own twin is turning you away?”

Barbie stood in silence. For a kid, Liz is rather wise. Barbie just crossed her arms and looked down on the floor. It’s like she wants to admit that Liz was right, but at the same time, Barbie is still angry and hurt by what her brother did.

Liz - “One more thing. Siblings aren’t perfect. I mean my twin sister Sonya maybe an annoying nerd *Sonya give her a disapprove look* but I love her. I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Just because there are some bad times, doesn’t mean there’s no good ones. I mean Blitzo really does care about you. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have tried to find you.”

Barbie’s eyes widened. She never thought of it like that. Blitzo was finding her because that’s her twin brother. Her other half. He cared about her unlike their drunk goat of a father who didn’t even bother to visit. Maybe deep down she was just blaming Blitzo to cover up her own shame and guilt for not saving their mother and getting hooked on drugs.

Barbie - *doubtful* “What if…It’s too late to make up?”

Liz - “It’s never too late. Just because some years past, doesn’t mean it had to stop. You can still be in each other life for as young as you lived.”

Barbie - *smiles* “Thanks for the advice kid. Sorry for acting like a bitch.”

Liz - “Eh. I met bigger bitches then you. I mean, have you met Verosika?”

They both laugh at this. Then Barbie looked at her watch and said:

Barbie - “Hey I gotta go. *write down something on a piece of paper* here’s my number if you ever wanna talk again. But I’ll come by tomorrow.”

Liz - *smiles* “Thanks dude.”

They both wave bye to each other Barbie begins to walk out of the hospital. She looked at her phone and started to look at some old pictures. It was old pictures of her and her family spending time together. Then she saw ones of her and Blitzo as kids playing together, doing circus acts, playing pranks, etc. Barbie then had tears in her eyes and the tears fell on her phone.

She didn’t want to cry in front of Liz. But Liz’s words hit her through the heart: she turned away Blitzo, the only person who cared about her beside their mom. She wasted so much time being angry and blaming him, that she forgot about the good times she had with her brother. Deep down, she missed her brother, but felt like it was too painful to see him.

Now knowing what to do, Barbie began to go to her block page, unblocked the only person on it, and began to call. It took a few minutes and then it picked up.

Blitzo - “Hello?”

Barbie - *sighs* “Hey Blitz..”

Blitzo - “Barb?! What happened? Are you okay? Did you get on that stupid drugs again? Cause I can help get you clean-“

Barbie - *annoyed* “No shithead! I *take a deep breath and calm down* I just wanted to say…I’m sorry.”

Blitzo - “No Barb, you and Nurse Annoying Vagina Mouth was right: I should of left you annoyed when you were trying to rebuilt your life and-“

Barbie - “No, it’s not just that. I’m sorry about what happened…On Fizz’s birthday.”

Blitzo - “….What about it?”

Barbie - *sighs* “I was putting too much blame on you. It was an accident. Yeah you caused it, but at the same time didn’t do it on purpose. I guess I was just so hurt and angry that Mom was gone and I was too chicken shit to save her during the fire.”

Blitzo - “Hey don’t put this on yourself, I should have saved her.”

Barbie - “No Blitz. Dad and I could have done something but you know Dad being the drunken dickhead that he is, and me well…I could have gotten help or at least tried like you did. But I just stood there and did nothing…”

Blitzo - “Barb…”

Barbie - “Worst of all, I got on those stupid drugs and turned you away when you were trying to help me…I wasted so much time…I guess I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me because how I use to be like this great circus star now I’m a wash up loser while you starting your own company and Fizz is living a fairy tale life.”

Blitzo - “Barbie you listen to me: you’re not a washed up loser. Beside Fizz, you were a great performer. You made some

mistakes, so have I, but what is important is that you get your ass up, and keep showing dickshits that you’re still the best bitch in hell!”

Barbie - *chuckles* “You have the way with words.”

Blitzo - “Well I did learn that stuff from the internet…What made you decide to talk to me again?”

Barbie - “A kid and her twin.”

Blitzo - “Nice. Hey if you want, you can always work with me and my company. We can always use the extra help.”

Barbie - “Nah. That’s your thing. I gotta find my own. Say…You’re still offering that dinner?”

Blitzo - “Yeah?”

Barbie - “I wouldn’t mind getting free food. Especially if you’re paying.”

Blitzo - “I was thinking more about dine and dash. Or fucking the waiter so we can get free meal. But that's fine too. I’ll see you there.”

Barbie - *laughs* “Okay I’ll meet you in the city.”

Blitzo - “Fantastic. And Barb? Thanks for talking to me. Love you.”

Barbie - “Love you too ya weird bastard.”

Barbie hung up and smiled. She can’t remember the last time she smiled or feeling this happy in a long time. It actually felt good talking to Blitzo and spilling her guts on how she felt. She knows that despite the many mistakes she made in her life, she can’t let it stop her from living and moving on. Her mom would want that for her. Barbie have high hopes that her life is gonna change for the better.

All thanks to the Gemini girls.

Hope you all like it!

[pebblecarton]

“I'm losing my connection I'm tired of the rules and your corrections I want to live my life, be all of its pages And underline that I am not an angel...

If I'll be somebody I'll never let my skin decide it for me I never had the world so why change for it? I never had the world so why change for it?...

And if I'm not loved I guess that I am cursed I gotta know how to beat it Beat it first”

- Giving In To The Love by AURORA

[garlicbreadkings]

Dangerous Games Chapter Five: New Plans

Jack stood in a rather large room. His gaze was on the screens in front of him. He heard somebody enter the room. He turned to see Raven standing in the doorway. He had a rather grave look on his face. “Pardon my intrusion but one of our own was seen trying to escape with a test subject.”

Jack frowned. “So I’ve heard. I should of known that Halstead was going to cause trouble eventually. Ah well. I’ve got something lined up for him.”

Raven lofted an eyebrow. “What sort of something?”

“Why don’t you follow me and see?” suggested Jack as they both left the control room.

Jack had Will transferred into a lab. Will laid on a hospital bed hooked up to machines. One of the machines looked to be an I.V. machine delivering fluids into Will’s body. Raven looked up at Jack. “What are you planning on doing with him?”

“You remember the Rockwall experiment that happened a couple of years ago? I plan recreating it. Hopefully, Will brings us the results we are looking for.”

Raven frowned. “Most subjects don’t survive the first day. You sure you want to lose someone as valuable as him?”

“He’s a loose end. He’s proven to me that he can’t be trusted.” Jack placed a hand on Raven’s shoulder. “You let me worry about my mistakes. Have Avery come by with the first round. Take him down to the amphitheater.”

Raven nodded. “Of course.” He watched as Jack left. He returned his gaze back to Will.

Will was taken down to a rather large amphitheater. Jack stood there with a red haired man. The man had metal plates that moved when he took a breath in his neck. He had a bottle of orange liquid in his hand. “I am ready to conduct the experiment if you are.”

Jack nodded. “Let’s do it.”

The man ran the liquid through Will’s I.V. He saw Will make a fist. His veins began glowing orange.

Will woke up to a sharp pain going through his body. He twitched around in the hospital bed. He saw Jack and a man he didn’t recognize staring down at him. He lifted up his hands. He saw painful lesions forming in his skin. He called out in pain. “Y-You bastard!” he spat at Jack.

“Will, if only you had played by the rules. You wouldn’t of become the ire of my next project. You made a mistake and must be punished for it.” Jack turned to Avery. “Go ahead with the next part.”

Avery picked up a vile filled with blue liquid. He held it up. He fed some of it into a syringe. He tapped the syringe gently before feeding it’s contents into the line. Will suddenly felt tired. He struggled one last time before succumbing to blackness.

Avery looked up at Jack. “You shouldn’t bother yourself a moment longer. I’ll let you know how it goes with our patient.”

Jack nodded. He left the room. He headed back to the control room. He decided to pull up the call logs from Will’s phone. He played back the recent call that Will had made. When he heard that Natalie was coming back to Chicago, an idea hit him. If Will wants to play dumb games, then he can win a stupid prize. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d make his loved ones pay for his mistakes. A wicked grin formed on his face. I’m going to lure the girl here and make her into a stake for Will. He’ll have to obey me then.

Jack pulled up an AI program on the computer. He had the AI mimic Will’s voice. He put a distressed voicemail on Natalie’s phone for her to discover. He knew she had to be in the air by now. He gave Natalie a meet up point and told her to come alone. Something about it being too dangerous for her to bring anybody.

All Jack had to do was wait now. He heard one of the TVs in his office click on. He knew exactly who was trying to reach him. “Sorry. I’m dealing with a loose end.”

I told you that it was too dangerous to keep the Halstead boy alive. Came a male voice. You’ve really caused a rather large mess for me to have to clean up.

“I never asked you to clean up anything. I will handle this. I can promise you that. I figured out a way to keep Halstead in line as well as be able to use him to our advantage.”

You better hope he stays obedient this time. If he so much as shows signs that he won’t be, I want him eliminated. Hissed the voice.

“It shall be done.” muttered Jack. The static then faded from the screen. Jack stood there in silence. He decided to page Haron and have him go pick up Natalie.

It was a three hour flight from Washington to Illinois. Natalie arrived in Chicago. She took her plane off airplane mode. Once she did, she discovered that she had a missed call and a voicemail from the number that Will had been contacting her from. She decided to listen to the voicemail.

She heard distressed breathing. Almost as if Will had been running. “Help! Nat! I’ve escaped from Jack! Meet me a couple of blocks down from Chicago Med. I’ll be waiting for you. Hurry! I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to escape from Jack!

Natalie immediately slung her bag over her shoulder. She wasted no time in fleeing from the airport. She had to find Will. She waved down a taxi. The taxi driver pulled up to her. Natalie quickly got in. She explained to the driver where she was going. She asked him to hurry.

The driver drove through the streets of Chicago. Natalie looked out the window in hopes of being able to spot Will. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt her phone buzz once more. She looked down to see a text from Austin. She decided to ignore it. The driver parked several blocks away from Chicago Med. She thanked the driver before getting out.

She walked into the alleyway. She called out to Will. She spotted a shadow moving in the dark. “Will?”

The shadow got closer to her. Natalie felt fear course through her. This shadow wasn’t Will. She began backing up. She got ready to run as the shadow grew closer and closer to her. She bumped into something soft. She turned her head. A fist made contact with her face. The blow was enough to send her into the wall. Before she even had a chance to recover, another blow struck her in the stomach. She clutched her stomach as she sank to her knees. Her vision blurring in and out of focus.

The figure picked her up. It slung her over it’s shoulder before vanishing down the alleyway with her. Natalie groaned weakly. She whispered for Will. Her vision then went dark.

…..

Natalie had been out cold for a long time. Her eyes slowly opened. She felt a throbbing pain in her stomach. She clutched it firmly as she sat upright. The room spun for just a second. She panted softly. “H-Hello? Will?” she called.

She heard a set of footsteps outside of her door. The door opened. A man in a suit entered her room. Natalie had never seen this man before. She gently squirmed away from him. The man gently knelt down in front of her. “Relax. I have no plans on hurting you. At least not yet. You see, I need your help with something.” He showed her a picture. “Is this man familiar to you?”

Natalie looked at the picture. She paled. She recognized Will right off the bat. “W-Will. What happened to him? Is he okay?”

“I’m afraid he’s kind of in a sad shape. Hopefully, you can fix him.” The man held his hand out toward her.

Natalie stared at his hand for a while before taking it. He helped her to her feet. He took her down a hallway. Natalie limped behind him. The hallway had windows. The windows displayed some glowing plants outside. Natalie could tell that they were miles below ground. “Where exactly are we and where are you taking me?”

“I’m taking you to Will. As to where you are, that’s not important.” replied the man.

They approached an elevator. The elevator doors opened. Natalie limped into. The man stood by her. He pressed the button. Natalie’s hand still rested on her stomach. She looked up at the man. She studied his features. He looked to be an older male. Natalie could tell that he came from money. However, she was unsure if he was the same man that was holding Will hostage or not.

The elevator doors opened again after a little while. Natalie was escorted off the elevator. She followed him down the hallway. He took her to a room. Inside of the room was a hospital bed and machines. She gasped seeing Will on top of it. She ran over to him. “Oh my god! Will!”

Will looked pale. Natalie could see tiny spots on his arms and legs. She looked over at the man. “Wha..what happened?”

“He was undergoing a trial I was overseeing. He hasn’t woken up since he was given the medicine.” explained the man.

Natalie touched Will’s cheek. She could tell that Will was in a deep sleep but it didn’t seem natural. “Will? Honey?” She took his hand. “I’m right here. I need you to wake up.”

She waited on Will to move but got no response. She went searching through one of the drawers. She found what she was looking for. She ran adrenaline through his I.V. line.

Will felt a surge of energy course through him. He woke up instantly. He bolted upright. He coughed harshly. It was like he had something in his lungs that he couldn’t cough up. He looked at Natalie. Natalie could see the blank look on his face. Natalie placed a hand on each one of his cheeks. “Will? Will, honey, I’m right here.”

Will’s eyes flickered. He came back to reality. “Nat, what are you doing here?”

“A man brought me to you. Said you needed help.”

Jack smiled. “Which you have done a marvelous job of, my dear. I’m afraid I can’t let the either of you go.”

Natalie frowned. “What do you mean? No. You can’t keep us here.”

Will held Natalie close. “He can and he will. He’s done so to me.” rasped Will weakly.

Jack clapped his hands. “I must say you fell for my trap quicker than I thought you would. Nat, was it?” He tapped something on his wrist.

Natalie held onto Will. Will pushed her behind him protectively as Jack came closer. “Don’t you touch her, bastard.”

“I’m afraid you can’t do anything about that, Will. Especially with what kind of a performance you gave me.”

More people came into the room. They were armed. Will stood up weakly. He wobbled as he kept Natalie behind him. The both of them backed up toward the wall. “Don’t make this any worse for yourself, Will. Just turn her over to me.”

“N-no. I won’t. You’ll turn her into one of your experiments.” spat Will. “You aren’t going to take her away from me.”

Jack laughed. He looked to the guards. “Do what you have to. Kill the girl if you must to make a point.”

The guards closed in on her and Will. Will stayed in front of Natalie. Adrenaline was still going through him. One of the guards raised their tase wand at him. Will swung his leg. He kicked the guard’s legs out from underneath of him. He plucked the wand out of his hand. He then used it to shock one of the other guards. The other guard fell to his knees.

Will turned to Natalie. “Go!” he urged.

Natalie bolted without a second thought. Will soon chased after her. The guards followed suit.

Natalie ran toward the elevator. She pressed the down button. She felt Will stand behind her. Will kept an eye on their backside. The guards rounded the corner now armed with rifles. A bolt of light flew past them. Will went wide eyed. As soon as that elevator door opened, Will shoved Natalie into it. He then followed suit. He forcefully slammed the doors closed. He heard the guards banging on it as it went downwards.

Natalie panted. “What the hell is going on, Will?”

“Jack isn’t going to let us leave. I know how to get out of here.” Will felt his body twinge. His knees suddenly grew weak. The adrenaline was wearing off.

The elevator suddenly clicked into place. Will saw orange light begin cutting through the elevator door. He knew what they were trying to do. He grabbed Natalie’s hand. He turned toward the back window of the elevator. They didn’t have that long to go. He began kicking the glass. The glass shattered after the second kick. “Jump.” ordered Will.

Natalie looked at Will. “Are you crazy?!” she shouted.

“It’s either that or we get captured. Which is gonna be?!” growled Will.

Natalie sighed. She jumped out the window. She plummeted, landing on top of one of the tables. She grunted from the impact. She heard Will land by her. He grabbed her hand. He helped her stand up. He heard the guards breach the door on the elevator. More bolts of light came showering down on them.

Natalie and Will began running. Will ran towards where he spotted the maintenance tunnel. He kept Natalie ahead of him. The two entered the tunnel. Will forced the door closed. He panted. He felt his body grow weak. He sank to one knee. Natalie quickly helped him up. The two went into the tunnels.

Jack was in the control room. He watched them navigate down the series of tunnels. He smiled. He went over to another computer. He typed something into the console. A panel on the terminal opened. He sank his key in and twisted it to the side.

Will heard something explode behind them. He quickly urged Natalie to move faster. A bright ball of flame came charging toward them. Natalie gasped. She picked up the pace. More of the tunnels were exploding behind them. Just as Natalie took a step around the corner, an explosion went off.

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[amicidomenicani]

Question Dear Father Angelo, I’m a 2X year-old girl who’s always kept close to the Church and Her precepts. I’ve been in a relationship for almost … years and I’m not married yet because my boyfriend works in a different city and I’m about to graduate from university. I’ll get to my point: my boyfriend and I have sexual relations using protection; initially, my intention was to remain a virgin until our wedding, but then I let go (however, I feel guilty every time, but he’s non-practicing and this causes in me an internal conflict). I always brought these sins to the confessional, but I never confessed the use of a contrceptive because I didn’t think it important. I ask you to kindly clarify how I should make my confession because this situation makes me feel bad, I wouldn’t want to have taken Communion sacrilegiously by not confessing this sin. Easter is approaching and I want to receive Jesus in the most righteous way possible. I’ll be anxiously waiting for your answer and I wish you a happy Easter. Priest’s answer Dearest,  Unfortunately I couldn't get to your question sooner. There are e-mails which have been waiting for an answer for a long time, but I’ll make an exception and answer yours almost immediately.  I’ll start with your boyfriend, who is non-practicing. In other words, he does not rely on God, which puts him at risk of creating a moral law of his own, deciding subjectively what is good and what is evil. To a person who calls himself “non-practicing”, God stops being the starting and ending point of his life, including his sexuality and his love life. I’m not surprised by the fact that he made up his own morality. Engagement is a time for laying the foundation of marriage, a time to learn how to truly love. Your boyfriend believes himself to be truly loving, he doesn’t think he needs to learn how to love. But it isn’t so.  Sex before marriage is not true love for two reasons: The first: because one gives himself to somebody who doesn’t ultimately belong to him. Somebody who belongs to him in his desire, but not in reality. The body of the other person doesn’t belong to him yet. Both partners know this is the case, because they know they are free, they feel it internally. They know the other is free to leave as he pleases. The second reason: it is not true love because one does not give himself in totality. Precisely for this reason, in order not to give ourselves totally, we use contraception. What is contraception if not the refusal to give ourselves completely, the refusal to give the other our capacity to become fathers or mothers? It is a refusal, by the way, that we make while actualizing our procreative capabilities. Somebody rightly pointed out that “lust is a skin-deep lie, possession disguised as gift”. I’ll come now to your question. You say that you have always confessed having had sexual intercourse, but without detailing the means of contraception. Well, the confessor knows that sexual relations before marriage usually involve contraception. This does not change the order of the sin confessed, because it is implicit. Your confessions are therefore valid and you should not trouble yourself over this.  However, one needs to confess the method of contraception if it’s also an abortifacient, i.e. Plan B, IUD. In addition to going against the Sixth Commandment, which prohibits impure acts, that would put one at risk of going against the Fifth Commandment as well: do not kill. Using abortifacient methods means to clearly expose oneself to the possibility of eliminating a human being at the beginning of his existence. This is always a particularly grave evil. Pope John XXII said that “Human life is sacred […] From its very inception it reveals the creating hand of God.” (Mater et Magistra 194) and the Second Vatican Council: “Therefore from the moment of its conception life must be guarded with the greatest care while abortion and infanticide are unspeakabl

e crimes.” (GS 51).  It is superfluous for me to exhort you to live your love life in purity. You have everything to gain and will help your boyfriend make big gains in every way as well.  I wish you the best for your future. I recommend you to the Lord and bless you. Father Angelo