#Hell Priest x Riley

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

"If not you, another. Choose."

[clumsybriar]

Ghost X Fem! Reader — Savior To The Neighbor

*Minors do not interact! I repeat do not interact if you are a minor!*

Ghost x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 16,687

Warnings/Notes: sexual themes at the end, smut, (y/n) is used, reader can be clumsy or needs saved often, she’s ghosts neighbor. Minors do not interact. (Re-read but not closely so mistakes could still be in the writing!)

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What was it like being a neighbor to a 6’4 SAS Soldier? (Y/n) would describe it in three different words, ‘thankful’, ‘terrifying’, ‘embarrassing’. All three words she deemed as the correct response for being a neighbor to the War ridden soldier named Simon Ghost Riley.

Just like now, as he grumbled about having to kill a spider on her bathroom wall while it was all steamed up from her hot shower. Not only that but he had the distraction of the woman in nothing but a towel.

(Y/n)…was embarrassed. Dispising that he had heard her squeal like a little girl, and embarrassed that she had been caught in only a towel.

If he would have let her handle the situation though, the house would have been on fire as she kept ahold of her towel and the torch she had rushed off to get.

“Jesus, give me that.” He grabbed that from her hand as she nodded her head unsure whether arguing spiders deserved to be roasted with the SAS soldier was a good idea. “Torch your house and I won’t save you from that.” He grumbled. Oh but he would.

He was always grumpy, in her eyes, hence the word ‘terrifying’.

“Got a death wish?”

“No sir.” She uttered quickly.

“Good, then don’t grab the torch.” He told her raising a brow at her ridiculous idea. His skull balaclava hiding the rest of his facial features, she was sure she didn’t want to see them knowing his expression would be a sign he was judging her.

“But…spiders are from hell.” She uttered softly.

“They eat bugs, not you.” He looked her up and down as she flushed red.

Well, how did he know that? He didn’t know that? She was a very well informed person about spiders. The info wasn’t right, but he didn’t need to know that. Right? Right.

She was petrified of spiders and her in form was fear based off of her own fears.

“It wanted to kill me,” she said quickly. “It was looking at me with those beady eyes.”

“Did it slobber?” Simon asked.

“I’m sure it did…”

“No it didn’t, you're too big to be its meal.” He grumbled. “It’s more afraid of you then you are of it.”

“That’s a very under-thought statement.” (Y/n) said softly.

“Your right,” Simon corrected himself. “The spider is almost just as afraid of you as you are of it.”

“That’s probably pretty true.” She took a deep breath as he started to walk out of the bathroom with the dead spider in a tissue.

She got frantic following him. Who wouldn’t, her father used to tease her and act like he was throwing it at her, or joking that it’s under her pillow.

“You're throwing it away right? It’s dead right? What if it comes back to life? It’s a spawn of Satan, it might come back from the dead.” (Y/n) were panicking and he knew it.

“It’s dead, if it comes back to life, call a priest.” He uttered. “I’m leaving, have friends over, don’t scream unless you want a stranger to come bursting over here.” Simon warned her. “Always have a hard time telling Johnny to sit his ass down when you need…rescuing.” That was a judgment, he just judged her. Rescuing was not the word he wanted to use, she knew that. But he used a politer word than what he wanted to use.

She didn’t realize she was standing in her window that faced his backyard where Johnny was standing smiling at her.

“Oi, little lady,” Johnny waved. She screeched and stared at Johnny embarrassed. How much worse could this day get.

“Stop staring in her window,” Simon walked past the open window slapping Johnny’s head.

“Oh but Ghost, a Bonnie lass like that needs a good man to worship her.” Johnny said walking away with Ghost as (y/n) was left staring at the trash can.

She trotted back to her shower where she sat in the warm steaming water thinking about her embarrassing moment with her grumpy neighbor.

She knew it wasn’t the first time and it wasn’t the last time she would be saved by him.

After that save, she was in need of help three days later. she had a mouse scurrying in her house as she screeched.

Simon—with his sixth sense of whenever she was in some weird situation where she needed help—had already been halfway across his yard heading into hers when he heard her shrill screech.

“The lassie in trouble?” Johnny asked as he sat his cooler of beer on the porch.

“Yes,” Simon said as he walked into (y/n)’s house as if he was a resident there too.

“Oh, they're on a new level of no knocking now, just barging in.” Kyle hummed as he looked at Johnny. “He’s such a hero.”

“I think he’s in love.” Johnny hummed.

“How so, he seemed to lack enthusiasm.” Kyle asked, cocking his head to the side.

Johnny knew his best friend, that man had a sixth sense for the ‘young hot neighbor’ (soaps words). Simon—a man who would not go out if his way to help his last neighbor who was also a young and pretty woman—was helping (y/n), a new young and pretty woman. Maybe it was because she was a foreigner. Truly it could have been anything really. Johnny though had seen how Simon held his body, having puffed his chest out more and making sure he looked strong and attractive as if he was a peacock showing off his colorful feathers. Plus Johnny knew the last girl screamed and screamed more about things than what (y/n) did and he never came running over to help. Never ever puffed his chest out and looked bigger and more attractive.

Johnny knew there was attraction there.

“What are ya’ bloody screaming’ about?” Simon asked as (y/n) jumped, turning around and running into his arms. It was quick and there was no thought. She just ran and clung to him like her life depended on it.

“A mouse, Simon, a mouse!” She clung to him. Her eyes darted around as she looked for the little mammal that had made its home in her kitchen. “There is a mouse in my kitchen!”

“Alright mama,” he said carefully as he sat her on the kitchen counter. Her legs were pulled up as if she thought the mouse could jump that high and get her. Her eyes darted around as she squirmed a bit.

He left her there where she grew a bit frantic. She was nervous and wondering where he was going. Was he just leaving her here? She hoped not, she was so frantic and worried.

She didn’t hate mice, she just didn’t like them in her home. They were cute and all, just not cute scurrying across her floor.

Simon walked across his yard as Johnny and Kyle watched with a beer in their hands as he crossed back over with a live trap for the mouse. He had peanut butter on the trap as he walked back into her house.

“A mouse,” Kyle hummed.

“A mouse,” Johnny agreed.

Her eyes met his as he sat the trap in a location where the mouse would be able to get to.

“Alright, we’ll catch him this way.” Simon hummed. As he sat the trap down. She watched him. One thing was for sure his muscles didn’t go unnoticed as he was wearing a tank top. It was a hot day, if she had her way she’d be in something much cooler than what she was wearing. Everything felt suffocating in this muggy weather, and don’t forget the daily rain that would only make it muggier.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) said softly as she looked at the man who had grown to be a decent neighbor to her. There were many reasons for that statement, and one was because he saved her from a million spiders at this point, and bats in her home. Now she could add mice to the mix of animals he’s saved her from.

“Ya’ ya’,” he waved it off with his grumpy demeanor. “Let me know if the mouse takes the bait.” He said as he walked back out to his friends as they got everything set up for their almost daily poker game.

Almost daily because if they could play it everyday they would.

“Ye’ got a crush, mate?” Johnny asked as he looked at Simon.

“No,” he hummed as he cracked open a beer taking a large sip. “Why?” He asked so calmly. He eyed the two men up as they sat under the cabana Ghost had put up. It was mainly for at night time when they could zip up the sides and keep the mosquitos away while playing into the wee hours of the morning.

“Cause ya’ run over there when she’s in dire need of some help.” Kyle added.

“Ghost’s in love?” Price asked as he lit his cigar trailing his cooler of his own beer behind him.

“No,” Simon shook his head. “Far from it, I don't need love in my life to distract me from my work.”

“I don’t know, mate, ye’ seem to be fallin’.” Johnny laughed as he started to set up the cards.

“Shut up,” Simon grumbled at them.

Needless to say four hours later in the middle of the game she rushed out onto the porch shouting from her yard to his. “Simon!”

“Yes love?” He asked, unzipping the cabana cause the mosquitos were out. They had candles around them to keep the bloodsuckers away too.

“You caught something!” She said leaning over her porch.

“Get away from the edge like that.” He chided her. “You’ll fall off.”

“But…” she paused and backed away like he said.

“You're clumsy, you dimwit.” Simon grumbled out. Johnny could be heard chuckling at a comment Price made.

“Expressed his careingness in such a friendly manner.”

Simon would remember to make the captain regret those words.

“Mmm,” she brushed it off as she padded behind him into her own home.

Surely enough it was a little mouse that had been feeding off her little crumbs she had been dripping and trying to clean up as best as she could. It was like anyone’s kitchen, it wasn't going to be a hundred percent clean, it would still have crumbs that would need to be swept up, and swept up again until the person sweeping said forget it.

“It’s so cute.” She smiled as she looked at it kneeling down in front of the box.

“You screamed four hours ago ‘cause it was scampering across ya’ kitchen floor.” He uttered lost at her change of temper for it.

“Don’t want it in my house, it can live outside.” She smiled up at him.

That smile, oh god, that smile. Simon could feel his legs go weak. It was so cute, so pretty, so gorgeous.

“Ya’ ya’.” He uttered as he scooped the live trap up and went to release the animal in the very backs of their yards. She trailed behind him like a lost puppy. His chest was puffed out as she followed behind him asking questions. He would answer calmly but he was masking it with his grumpy attitude to make sure the guys didn’t get any wrong ideas. When she trailed behind him coming back the boys watched finding it funny how he had his chest puffed out showing off and she was oblivious, but it seemed to be working as she rambled on.

“He feels like a pretty bird puffin’ his chest out ta’ attract the little lassie as his mate.” Johnny giggled to Kyle who giggled some more.

“You two keep blabbering your mouths and we’ll all three be killed.” Price tried to keep them shut.

“Sorry Captain.” The two said in unison as Simon ignored the three of them

“Thank you Simon, I appreciate it.” (Y/n) said softly as she leaned up and kissed his cheek for the first time. She had never had this type of confidence before. Simon was frozen as a glare was etched onto his face. She was so embarrassed and upset at herself for making such a slip up like that.

What she wasn’t hearing was Simon’s friends, specifically Johnny laughing about him. That’s why the glare was etched into his face.

“He’s so in love, so is she, the two just have this connection.” Johnny giggled.

Simon wanted to strangle the ever living hell out of him, but it would have to wait.

“Anyways, thanks again.” She walked away quickly as she bolted into the house she had made a home about a year ago.

Simon stood still as he turned around slowly making his way back to the poker game.

“Got choked up there mate.” Johnny teased.

“I’m going to choke the ev’ah livin’ ‘ell outta you.” Simon grumbled as his accent got thick. Meanwhile Johnny giggled.

“Also forgot ta’ puff your chest to get the pretty mate.”

Oh Johnny was gonna be buried in his backyard tonight,

Days had passed and you had been avoiding Simon like he was a live wire about to catch you in fire. You were so embarrassed for kissing his cheek.

“A simple thanks would have been enough dummy!” (Y/n) huffed as she got out of her car grabbing her reusable grocery bags. She walked into the grocery store oblivious at the moment of the harsh world they lived in. She grabbed a basket and shopped around for a bit.

“What’s the difference,” she uttered to herself. She sat the one product down and went with the one that looked better in her mind.

She froze though, froze as soon as she heard a gun ring out. She ducked as she looked around seeing if anyone was close to her. Screaming came from the cash register area. And then the intercoms went on.

Everything was moving so fast.

“Everyone get down, we’ll shoot you if you try to escape or run, we’re not leaving until we have all the money from the cash registers and from the back.” A man shouted at the surround sound.

She almost screeched though when a man picked her up and covered her mouth as he took her to a secure area in the back of the grocery store where they stored delivery truck packages.

“Just me mama,” She felt a breath of fresh air having recognized the voice.

Simon.

“Simon,” her voice was muffled as his mouth was over her lips clamping down on it tightly to keep her quiet. Almost as if this wasn’t the first time he had to drag someone who could possibly be screaming away.

“You’re safe.” He said as he took her to the exit of the building in the back where the gunmen had made a grave mistake and didn’t have anyone guarding the exit in the back. It was clear to Simon they were an armature crew.

“Listen to me,” Simon whispered. “You get out of here and walk half a block down, and call 999. Think ya’ can do that for me, (y/n)?” He asked softly.

She paused as she nodded but then looked back at him. “I mean yeah, but what about you?” She clung to his forearm.

He paused as he shook his head, “don’t worry about me.” He urged her to go out the door. “Don’t worry about me, I got to go help some people.”

“But it’s not safe,” she tried to tug him with her.

“I’m a trained SAS soldier, darlin’ I have a duty, I’m gonna go do my duty.” He pushed her out the door and latched it. She tried to yank on it to get him to open it up.

“Simon,” she hissed through the door. “Simon.” She gulped as she grabbed her phone and ran down the blocks like he told her to do. Her heart was beating and her mind was fuzzy and she was panicking a bit. Mainly about the people and Simon, hoping he was okay and safe and away from harm.

“Simon,” she whimpered as she made it to a shop bolting in looking frantic. “I don’t have service but someone needs to call 999!” She looked around seeing it was a metaphysical shop. The smell was one to instantly soothe and calm her mind just a hair. It smelled like incense and sage and things she remembered growing up with at her grandma's house. It was a sense of comfort in such a stressful and scary situation. “Please, the market, um…” she tried to remember the name. “The family run market, uh… Tillie's Market, men with guns and hostages. Please, many people are in danger.”

The shop keeper didn’t wait, she called 999 and quickly reached a responder who had cops and people at the scene quickly. (Y/n) had taken a look around as she waited unsure of what to do whether she should go back for Simon or if she should stay.

“I need to go back.” She uttered.

She didn’t wait for the old woman to call out to her. She left the metaphysical shop and rushed to the door she had escaped from.

The lungs in her air felt heavy, and the time seemed to be slow even if she was running faster than when she had escaped. She darted down the alleyway seeing a crying mother and her baby in her arms as she didn’t know where to go. (Y/n) could hear the sirens as it caused the baby to stir, she knew if Simon was right here at the moment he’d tell her to take them to safety.

The police were still a distance away.

“You're safe,” (y/n) cooed. “Please let’s get you to safety.” Her words came out in a rush. “Simon, got you two out safely, I assume.” She guided them down to the metaphysical shop.

And that’s what (y/n) did with the wayfinders who found their way to the back of the shop with Simon exiting and guiding them to safety.

She had caught Simon’s eyes on her a few times as he looked at her. He would grumble at her and urge her to stay at the shop where it was after but she refused. Continuing to do her duty if he was doing his.

“They figured out what he was doing.” A man was frantic. “They figured out he was sneaking people to safety. They didn’t even know he was there until they had caught him.”

“Simon,” (y/n)’s eyes widened. By now the police had set up caution tape and were negotiating with the criminals to let go of civilians. (Y/n) stayed put at the metaphysical shop biting her fingers now as a crowd of people sat nervously.

“Simon,” (y/n) uttered as the old woman urged her to sit behind the counter with her as others sat watching the tv thankful for Simon’s bravery.

“He’ll be fine, honey.” The older woman said softly. “I have no fear.”

“I hope so.” She took in the scent of the intense and natural drying herbs that hung from the old wooden ceiling.

The old woman wasn’t wrong, he was safe and the first thing he did was come searching for you. He rushed down the sidewalk looking everywhere shouting your name.

“(Y/n)!”

(Y/n) could hear him shouting. She stirred from her hazy daydream that was laden with fear and rushed out from behind the counter and stumbled out the door as she saw him there panting and breathing heavily. He had a bit of blood from getting hit in the head from the butt of one of the men’s guns but for the most part he was sound and safe.

“Simon.” She felt her eyes water as she looked at him.

“You’re okay?” He asked quickly.

“I’m okay.” She nodded as she rushed into his arms. “Are you okay?” She asked softly.

“I’m okay,” he nodded as he held her tightly. He wasn’t letting her go anytime soon.

But she knew at some point the high of them finding each other would dwindle down and she would get a lecture, especially when she was doing something so dangerous and that was constantly sneaking down that alleyway and helping those to safety.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” Simon pulled away and grabbed her firmly by the shoulders. She squeaked out in a bit of surprise. “Do you understand me?”

“Simon?” She looked up at him.

“No, do you understand me? That was dangerous.” He said his tone was stern and she felt like she was a puppy who just made a mess in the house. She felt horrible, now she knew how the puppy felt. “I don’t ever want to see you do something reckless like that again!”

“But—“ she uttered.

“No buts, you’ll never do that again. It’s too dangerous!” He seethed at her.

“Yes sir,” she said quickly, averting her eyes.

He was panting as he slowly started to calm down. “It was dangerous and reckless, yet very brave of you to help all those people.” He said softly. “I worry, that’s all.”

“I know.” She looked down at her hands as she messed with her rings she always wore. “You scared me, that one man said they had found that you were smuggling people out.” She said softly as her eyes met back up with his.

“You're not gonna lecture me, no, no.” He tried to turn this around, looking down at (y/n). He had a slight frown on his lips and she could see it.

“It was also dangerous.” (Y/n) added nodding her head.

“Oh no, no,” Simon shook his head. “You're not lecturing me mama.” He looked at her cupping her face. He brushed her hair from her face as he saw her watery eyes.

“I was so worried.” She sniffled.

“I know mama.” He cooed softly. “I know.” He hugged her tighter to his chest. She clung to him crying as he tried to soothe her.

It had done this weird pattern of worry for one and another and calm one and another, to receive a lecture, back to calm and worry about one and another.

“Are you sure you're okay?” She asked softly.

“I’ll be just fine, something I can patch up on my own.” He told her softly.

(Y/n) knew she wasn’t going to let Simon do that by himself, no way! She could help, she was going to help. No ands, ifs, or buts.

That’s where the two ended up, in Simon’s home, cleaning up his cut as Johnny tried to help.

“Take off the mask,” Johnny's deep Scottish accent made (y/n) jump as she cracked her head on the cabinet below the sink.

“Johnny,” Simon grumbled. “Scared her.”

“I’m so sorry, lassie.” Johnny apologized quickly.

“It’s okay Johnny.” (Y/n) wiggled back out of the cabinet. “Not in there.” She said softly to Simon.

“Ah fuck.” He huffed as he rubbed his temple but hissed. “Give me a second mama, let me think.”

“Need a first aid kit.” Johnny hummed. “Brought the one from my jeep.” He held it up.

“Perfect.” (Y/n) giggled as she stood beside Johnny looking at the contents fluttering around and pulling things out.

“Just got a bad headache mama, don’t need nothing’.”

“LT, you took a hit to the head.” Johnny hummed looking at the man.

“Take your mask off and I can look at it.” (Y/n) cooed. He didn’t move for a few seconds as he leaned forward and breathed slowly as if he was trying to calm down something. A minute had passed and he didn’t move, Johnny had an idea of what was going on but (y/n) was fretting.

“You okay, Simon?” She asked softly. Her eyes remained on him as he let out a deep breath.

“Feeling a bit queasy mama, give me a minute.” He said softly. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Concussion.” Johnny hummed softly. He flipped the switch off putting the three of them in the dark.

“Should I take him to the doctor?” She asked as she looked up at Johnny.

“Nah, he should be okay in a few days, we get concussions all the time.” Johnny smiled. “Let’s just patch him up and get him tucked in bed like a wee’ baby.”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) quietly agreed as she rubbed Simon’s back.

An hour later they had Simon tucked in bed as Johnny got ready to leave.

“I’m gonna head out, don’t fret about him, he’ll be fine.” Johnny said as she nodded her head.

“Yes Johnny,” she said softly. She shut the door as she quickly and quietly walked up to his bedroom where he laid with a pillow over his head.

“Mama, what’s up?” He lifted the pillow off his head and looked at her.

“I was just gonna lock the doors and leave for the night, if you need anything let me know okay.” She said softly rocking in her feet.

“Could you do something for me?” He asked softly as she lit up, happy to help him in any way. She nodded her head and smiled at him softly. “Come rub my belly.” She nodded her head as she sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his belly.

“Believe it or not, my mum used to sit and do this for me when I had an upset stomach.” Simon said softly as she rubbed her hands on his belly.

“Did it soothe your stomach?” She asked softly.

He chuckled as he nodded his head and licked his lips. She looked away flushed and red from embarrassment and from finding such a display of actions attractive.

“Yeah, when m’mum would rub my stomach it would go away and as soon as she would pull her hand away it would come back.” He hummed softly.

“Simon…” she stopped as she looked away embarrassed. She couldn’t express the feelings she was feeling right now, there was no way he would reciprocate her feelings for him. She was just some woman, who wasn’t probably good enough for the strong soldier.

“Yeah, mama.” He said softly.

She gulped quickly and thought of something to say because she had such a weak display of actions. “Um…I’ve gotten some really scary messages from my abusive ex.” She said softly as she continued to rub his stomach softly. “He’s been threatening to come and get me and drag me back to my country with him.” She said softly.

“You can stay over here mama,” he said softly.

She felt her heart swarm with love. She was grateful he would let her stay but she also knew he had no idea where she lived.

“That’s okay, I appreciate it, but he doesn’t know where I live.” She said softly. “I was just hoping maybe you could help me hook up cameras.” She said softly.

“Yeah, I can get you some good ones and get them hooked up.” He hummed softly.

“Thank you.” She nodded, smiling as she bit the inside of her cheek as she looked away. She was feeling disappointed in herself for not saying what she truly wanted to get off her chest, but she also knew there was no way he would feel the same way.

Ever since the grocery store, (y/n) had been too afraid to go shopping alone. Especially without Simon nearby. So Simon had suggested they go together, and that’s what they did.

She stuck close to him as he pushed the cart for the two of them, it was easier just to split the cart and split the bill.

They went around the store crossing things off their list as they went laughing at silly things.

Simon was no longer her grumpy terrifying neighbor. She had grown over the last few months to stop being terrified of him. She rather enjoyed the moments she got to spend with him where he would often rescue her from something going array.

(Y/n) was stretched reaching for something as Simon’s phone buzzed. He didn’t care to look at it thinking it was Johnny.

“My mother used to buy these when I was a little kid.” (Y/n) tossed the snack into the cart that had so many memories and so many happy moments associated with them. “I didn’t think they would have them here.”

“Sure it’s gonna taste the same as when you were a kid?” Simon asked as he chuckled lightly.

“Oh god no,” (y/n) giggled with him. “They have had to change the recipe since I was a little girl. But it’s just the nostalgia of eating them for me, whether it tastes the same or not.” She nodded. “Did you have anything like that?” She asked softly.

“My mother used to make me an apple dumplin’, had a apple tree growin’ in the backyard.” He hummed as he pushed the cart while she listened intently. “And every year she’d pick the ripest apple and bake Tommy and I a damn good apple dumplin’.”

“Mmm,” she smiled. “My papa used to make apple dumplings.” (Y/n) said softly. “Of course I didn’t appreciate them until it was about three years before he passed, so I missed out on a lot.” She rocked on her feet as they stopped to grab something he needed. “Damn where they are good and damn do I miss those apple dumplings. I’d do anything to get an apple dumpling made by him again.” She smiled sadly.

“Sounds like we need to try and make some apple dumplin’s, mama.” He said softly,

“Sounds like we should.” She giggled. “Oh, I forgot to let you know, Johnny said he was stopping by with his sisters later on in the week and wanted me to let you know. He had stopped by when you weren’t home and came over to me to relay the message.”

“Oh dear god,” Simon took a deep sigh and used it to express his emotions. “You room the Mactavish’s.”

“M-me!” She pointed to herself. “Oh no, no, no!” She shook her head quickly. “Johnny is beyond enough for me, last time he stepped foot into my house he broke my vase that was full of flowers.” She giggled softly. “My house would be falling in.”

Her words were so sweet it made Simon melt a bit. His cold heart was thawing more and more everyday.

He knew as soon as he came running out of that grocery store that day, he was going to hightail it to (y/n) because he had to know she was okay. Yeah he had a tiny lecture, but he wanted to make sure she was safe and sound and the only way he could trust it was if he saw her and god was she a sight to behold rushing out of that metaphysical store crying for him.

“I don’t want my house to fall in, I just put that new addition on.” He looked at her smiling underneath his mask.

“I don’t want my house to fall in, I’ll have to move back to my country.” She giggled. “You wouldn’t have anyone to save constantly.”

She wasn’t wrong, he would be lonely then, lonely and stuck with a neighbor he didn’t care for like the last one who was always trying to impress him and wear skimpy clothing outside to get his attention.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll stick to keepin’ the MacTavish family at my home then.” He snickered.

The two walked to his jeep as they continued to giggle and chuckle about things off and on. It was a flourishing friendship at the moment, that was one thing that was for certain. Though it was quite obvious the two had a crush on one and another.

“I can get my groceries Simon, don’t worry about it, you have a lot to put away too.” She hummed as she fought to keep his hands off of her bags laughing as he would win and start tugging a bag into her home. She would chase behind him and open the door for him smiling as he carried a heavy load.

He would then start unpacking groceries with (y/n), wanting to be closer to her in the moment, especially since in his eyes she was so pretty doing such candid things.

“Simon, seriously, you don’t have to get my grocers unpacked for me either.” (Y/n) snorted. “Johnny just pulled in over at your house I can get this.” She giggled softly.

“Oh alright mama,” he hummed softly. She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

It made Simon pause as he looked down at her smiling, but she couldn’t see with the mask on his face.

“Thank you Simon for talking me shopping and helping me unpack.” She hummed.

“Anytime mama,” he smiled at her and paused looking back at her. She looked at him smiling seeing as he paused almost wanting something.

“Is something the matter, Simon?” She asked softly as her eyes looked deep into his. Simon’s breath caught in his throat as he slowly made his way back to her. They were lost in each other's gaze while Simon’s arms wrapped around her waist. Her hands rested on his thick muscles as she felt the butterflies swirl in her stomach, she was so excited, was he going to kiss her.

“Simon!” Johnny jolted the two out of their moment as they both backed away and looked embarrassed. “I should go.” Simon said softly before he left through the back door.

“Yeah,” she said, a bit disappointed. “I should uh, put these away.” She paused and knocked her hand on her granite countertop. “Not that this open space needs to know, maybe a ghost that lives in my home.” She hummed softly. “I should just stop talking.” She nodded her head and went to work.

Simon came to his jeep as he started to unpack the back as Johnny rushed out of his house.

“I was lookin’ everywhere fer’ ya’, mate.” Johnny patted him in the back. “We’re ya’ with the lassie?” He chuckled as Simon turned and glared at him. “Oh.” Johnny paused as he knew that look. “I interrupted somethin’, didn’t I?”

“Ya’, ya’did.” Simon nodded.

Johnny paused as he chuckled lightly. “Oh me’ were ye’ two kissin’!” Johnny howled with a bit of laughter. It was deep from his chest and sounded not like a chortle.

“I was gonna’ kiss ‘er, until ya’ yelled my name.” Simon huffed grumpily that his moment didn’t come forth with his girl.

“Sorry, LT.” Johnny snickered as he followed the man close behind up his steps into his home which the Scottish man frequented. “Maybe next time.”

“Maybe next time.” Simon uttered.

“Hey who knows m—“ Johnny was interrupted when the phone went off and Simon grabbed his phone quickly.

“Eek—“ he could hear (y/n) scream as he flung the phone away and rushed out of the house. Johnny didn’t have time to think, but he sprung to action just like his LT knowing it came from (y/n)’s home and LT wasn’t pissing around.

“(Y/n)!” Simon rushed into the kitchen seeing that she had obviously put up a struggle. As she had knocked over her groceries and a mess was made down the hallway leading up to her stairs.

“I’ll make sure it’s clear down here.” Johnny said as he started to inspect the bottom floor. Ghost didn’t hesitate as he rushed up the stairs slowly peeking into rooms deeming them clear and safe.

“Let me go, you bastard!” (Y/n) shouted as a man grunted and grumbled at her to shut up.

Simon felt like he was ready to fight and rip this man apart whoever it was.

“Mama,” Simon rushed into the room tackling the man who was your ex.

“Get off of me you idiot!” The man growled.

Simon got a good look of the man as he memorized his face, one thing was for sure no one fucks with his baby. No one. And Simon was going to protect her for as long as he was allowed to and he hoped that was for an eternity.

Simon could feel his heart beating in his ear as (y/n) was quickly on the other side of the bedroom watching the two men brawl. It wasn’t before long Simon was sitting on top having won the brawl of dominance as he shouted for Johnny.

“Bring me some Zipties Johnny, got the bastard!”

What was this, Florida men capturing a crocodile? No it was just Soap and Ghost doing what they knew best, beating the bad guys (in the simplest of terms).

It wasn’t long before Johnny appeared with zip ties as the two men began to restrain (y/n)’s shitty abuseive ex.

It wasn’t long before Simon’s focus was on her again as he looked at her.

“Ya’okay, mama?” Simon asked as Johnny held the man in place by sitting on him while also calling 999. It was a weird sight to see, but at the moment they were both heroes.

God bless their teamwork, it really made the dream work.

“Why the fuck is this bastard calling you mama? Are you pregnant with his kid?” (Y/n)’s ex snarled at her as the young woman jumped back a bit. She was terrified of the man, terrified of what he had done to her and what he would do to her, that’s why she ran. Now she was wondering who gave up her location. Was it her mama who had too sweet of a heart and was also afraid of the man? Wasit her papa who slipped up and made a mistake while he was arguing with the bastard? Was it her shitty ex friend who found out and then told him? Oh god, it was making her head swirl and her stomach heave.

She didn’t want to think about it, off the mind, off the body, and off the soul.

“If she was it wouldn’t fuckin’ matter to you mate.” Simon snapped. “Mama, let’s get you in another room.” Simon cooed softly as he guided her to the spare bedroom. “You’re not stayin’ alone no more.” Simon said softly. “Either I stay with you some nights or your stayin’ with me.” He was stern.

“Yes Simon.” She bit her lip as she looked at the man nervously.

“Don’t look at him mama, he’s not a threat to you.” Simon brushed her hair away. “Come one sweet girl, hide yourself away from his sight. I’ve got ya.” She curled into his arms hiding away from the man who was her ex and had caused her a lot of caution in all her relationships. Something that Simon was tearing down piece by piece.

Things soon turned into a big long fiasco. Police questioning (y/n), Simon after, and then Johnny at the very end. Asking them what had happened, maybe what his motives were. It was questioning her sanity. That was a fact. She was ready to go see if a bear really did shit in the woods.

“Come on mama, you're safe.” Simon cooed softly as she had a meltdown. Good thing the meltdown occurred in his arms after being questioned. “You're okay.”

Her mind was buzzing all night long. Thinking about the what if’s, the why’s, the maybe’s, and the not so much’s. Simon knew she needed to change her mind right now before she lost any sleep in this. So as he was corralling her into his room—after a very long night of fretting for her safety—he kissed her passionately on the lips.

She didn’t know how to react, didn’t know what to say. But it was very obvious how she felt when she kissed him right back.

They had finally shared their first kiss. One that was needed a lot sooner than when it had arrived.

(Y/n) felt like she was floating, maybe it was a bit too much with the day she had, but she didn’t care, she liked it. Liked his lips on hers as he kissed her so tenderly, so passionately.

He loved it, he loved how she melted against his embrace as his lips merged with hers.

The two were currently feeling things out, like is this what he wanted, is this what she wanted? Was she into it as much as he was into it?

Answer: yes!

Weeks had passed and the two would sleep off and on at one and another’s house. When they were sleeping in hers, they were at his. And when they weren’t at his, they were at hers. It was back and forth making sure she was safe and she was okay, she didn’t mind as it kept her close to Simon, and she liked to be close to the man. He was her big strong hero and she wanted to keep it like that.

We’re playin’ poker, mamas,” Simon said softly as he looked back at her. “Wanna play?”

“Never played before.” She came down the stairs looking at him confused. There was another woman standing in his home. It wasn’t Moria and Kaitlyn, Johnny’s sisters who would visit often. She seemed more put together unlike the fun Scottish sisters (y/n) enjoyed hanging with. “I can teach ya, mama.” Simon said softly his eyes twinkling as he wanted her to be seated right beside him.

“Is Moria and Kaitlyn here?” She asked softly.

“Oh lassie, their comin’ tomorrow.” Johnny added as he started to introduce the woman. “Has Simon introduced you two?”

“No,” (y/n) said slowly, always unsure about people in the beginning.

Simon had learned that when she had met Moria and Kaitlyn, she was fearful of people and it had to do with her ex who created that fear. Simon had learned real quick that he would feed her lies and fears so she would stick close to him and never leave like mother gospel did to Rapunzel.

“This is Farah, mamas,” Simon said softly. “She is the commander of the Urzikstan liberation force.”

Simon knew she had been on edge since her boyfriend and tried to force in a position she didn’t like. Her fear and constant needing to be on edge was her body keeping her alert and ready to run if she needed to. The thing was, she had nothing to fear when Simon was right here, he wasn’t going to let anything hurt her.

“She’s good friends with the 141.” Soap added as he smiled.

“Nice to finally meet you, they all say good things about you,” Farah smiled softly as she reached her hand out.

“Nice to meet you too.” (Y/n) said softly as she shook her hand looking back at Ghost, he had on his balaclava like always. “Can I watch?” She asked softly, sticking close to his side. Johnny and Farah left the house with a beer in their hands as they giggled and joked about something. Simon rested his large palm on (y/n)’s hip as he leaned forward and nuzzled his face onto her head.

“Good girl.” He said softly. She tensed up subtly liking the way he called her a good girl. It wasn’t something she ever thought she’d get to hear from him, but then again she wasn’t so sure why she thought she wouldn’t ever hear this, he was so sweet to her. “Gonna be my good luck charm, pretty girl?” He asked as she wasn’t so sure what to even say.

Yes?

Yes…

Yes!

“Maybe I could bring you good luck,” she smiled as she spoke softly following him out to the usual place they played poker in the middle of summer.

The two were seated so close to one and other it didn’t go unnoticed by the guests residing at the Riley residence. Soap who always sits beside Ghost was now sandwiching (y/n) in between the two large SAS soldiers.

(Y/n) had her leg lifted up and over Simon’s where he had tugged it as his large palm rested on her thigh rubbing her skin in a soothing manner. He wanted her calm and wanted her as relaxed as he could get her.

“Keep Johnny from cheatin’ and lookin’ at my cards, mama.” Simon hummed softly as she giggled nodding her head fighting Johnny off at times.

The night couldn’t go any better, it actually took a turn for the worse. All because of a simple slip up from Johnny and his terrible ways of phrasing things.

“(Y/n), lassie,” she looked at the Scottish man curious as to what he was going to say. “You got the LT running after you constantly saving your clumsy arse from things. When are ya gonna learn from him and care for yourself lassie?” (Y/n) froze up as she laughed nervously.

“Yeah, guess I do rely on him too much.” She fiddled with her lip.

‘Embarrassing, relying on Simon all the time. Embrassing and probably a hindrance.’ She thought in her head as Johnny continued to tease her. He wasn’t meaning to make her feel like shit, he was just play-teasing her. It wasn’t supposed to be taken in such a way where he was ridiculing her. She just panicked because she already felt like a problem. Simon was always rescuing her it had to be annoying.

‘Knew I was annoying.’ Her eyes got a bit glossy. She blinked a few times hiding them.

“Can’t have a big guy saving you all the time!” Johnny was a bit tipsy, he really didn’t mean anything ill about it. “Be a big girl and go take on the world a bit without Simon’s help, ya’, it’s not too scary.”

“Yeah.” She frowned slightly. “I-I’m sorry,” she looked up at Simon. “I-I’m gonna go to bed. Not feeling so good right now.”

“Lovie, don’t listen to him,” Simon said quickly. “He’s just drunk Dovie. You’re not a problem.” Simon nodded his head as he sat the cards down. “He’s a terrible joker when he’s drunk and doesn’t understand what he’s saying.”

“It’s okay, I’ve been a problem enough.” (Y/n) shut the cabana leaving the crew to hide in her house.

“Jesus Johnny!” Simon snarled conveying his anger at Soap.

“I’m sorry, mate, it was a joke.” Johnny uttered.

“Not a harmless one, now mamas is upset.” He was so protective of her. So madly in love with her.

So much so that when he found out she had locked him out of her house he tossed and turned all night not able to sleep. Worried she would need his help, he opened his windows and shut the AC off and listened Incase she called for him.

Meanwhile she was beating herself up for being so…immature. In her eyes she felt immature, felt so kiddish always needing rescued by some SAS soldier who was her neighbor.

“She won’t even come out and talk to me Johnny.” Simon snarled as he spoke to Johnny in his kitchen three days later. “What the fuck were ya’ thinkin’?”

“LT, it was a playful joke, everyone knows she’s a fully capable woman.” Johnny said softly.

“Yeah, well, now she avoids me like the fuckin’ plague.” Simon slammed the dishrag on the counter. He was having withdrawals, withdrawals from the most addicting drug he’s ever had in his life, (y/n). “What the fuck!”

“Let me go talk to her,” Johnny said calmly. “I’ll right my wrongs and things will go back to normal.”

Meanwhile she was in her head sitting on her bed trying to read a romance novel, but just not able to get into it.

‘He hates me, resents me, he can’t even have a relationship because I ruin it. Constantly needing his help. When was the last time he went on a date, pretty sure he went on them all the time before. I’m ruining his life.’ It went on and on in her head like this until a knock made it pause and she could hear Johnny calling for her at the front door.

“Lassie, m’sorry for what I said, I was trying joke in a playful manner but I made a hurtful joke.” Johnny was apologizing. “Open the door and we’ll talk. I owe you an apology in person.”

‘Don’t, he’ll make fun of you again, and Simon will be there and he’ll agree.’ Her mind shut her off as she hauled herself more into the bed. If she was quiet they wouldn’t know she was here…right? She hadn’t left her house the last three days, just got a shower are food and made sure nothing went wrong. When nothing went wrong it kept Simon away, and he could then find a social hour again and maybe find a woman he likes. Not some girl who screams and can’t take care of stuff on her own. Like killing a spider, the one from the shower. She was working herself up to killing it, just hasn’t been able to yet…it’s a work in progress…maybe.

She just kept her eyes on it and pleaded to any god that would listen not to let that bastard move while she was showing.

“Please let me see ya’, Simon’s about to break down this door and do a wellness check.” Johnny knocked louder.

“Johnny get the fuck out of the way!”

“No LT, she’s maybe coming downstairs, don’t kick it in!”

“Or maybe she fell down the stairs and has a broken limb…please not a broken neck, mama, I’m coming!” That was like his battle cry as Simon kicked down the door. He was like a new parent who locked his beloved kid in the car. He was in frantic mode.

(Y/n) could hear the crashing of the door biting off the wall. She jolted forward on the bed, she didn’t think he’d actually break it down. For god sakes she was just in boyshort underwear and a sports bra.

“Mamas!” His cries for her were getting loud as he stomped on the stairs and walked right into her bedroom like he owned the place. She stared confused, really not sure what else she should be feeling.

Her eyes met his brown ones as he let out a breath of relief.

Soap wasn’t too far behind as he fought his breath. “I’m so sorry lassie, I tried, I really tried.” Soap said as he was hunched over catching his breath from the hike up her steps. “We’ll fix your front door, we swear.”

Needless to say, that night her toes were curled while his toes were digging into his mattress to get better traction while he made her lose her mind.

That’s what (y/n) gets for making Simon worry like that for three damn days. He was claiming his stakes and his were her.

And when Simon was all done making her scream and cry, he rested beside her brushing her hair from her pretty sweat coated, tear stained face.

He had just gotten her all cleaned up while he looked at her proudly.

‘That’s my girl,’ repeated on his head while he smiled content.

“He’s right, you know.” (Y/n) broke the silence. “Drunk or not he was right, I need to learn to take care of myself.”

“The fuck you do,” Simon snarled as he nipped at her neck making her squeak in suspense. “Mama, I’m taking care of you from now on, that’s my god given duty.” He said while he kissed behind her ear. “Let me do my one and only duty I actually care about.”

“Okay,” she gasped out squirming a bit. “But let me learn to do some things, si.” She had never called him that before and his head shot up and he got the wild look in his eyes. He liked feeling her naked body below his squirming just like it had been a few minutes ago. He also really liked the fact that she called him Si, it made some gears churn in his head and he could feel his body buzzing and hearing up.

“I’ll let you try, but I’m gonna take care of ya’ at the end of the day.” He said sternly. “Like right now, lay down and call for me mama.” Simon trailed kisses up her neck,

“Simon,” she squeaked out in surprise but was quickly shut up as soon as her mind went blank from the rearing pleasure he was giving her. At this rate he was most likely going to break his own bed, but she wasn’t going to complain, not when she was on the receiving end.

On top of that, she was gonna be lucky if she could even walk tomorrow.

After a few days of trying to get Simon to back off a bit and let her learn how to handle some simple scenarios—not the spider in her bathroom that one was gladly done by Ghost. She was able to make it so Ghost wasn’t saving her twenty-four-seven.

He wasn’t being pulled away from poker games and things such as that.

She thought she had everything under control, until her faucet had fallen off in her sink as the water spewed everywhere. How she had no idea, it just popped off and chaos ensued.

She turned the water on and turned her back to grab her veggies she needed to wash and next thing she slowly processed that she was getting rained on and not from a leak in her ceiling. She went into instant panic as she turned around trying to shut the water off but it kept spewing.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” She cursed as she slipped on the puddle forming on her laminated flooring. She groaned and quickly shuffled to the cabinets pulling them open as she tried to shut the water off down there but she knocked something and it spewed in her face.

Well at least it wasn’t raining…now it was just gushing in her face. She squirmed back but the water quickly stopped. She was confused, but then her ears picked up on Simon’s loud steps coming from the basement. He shut all the water off to her house.

She crawled on her hands and knees away from the sink as she stood up. She was sipping wet and entirely embarrassed by the fact that she had made it worse and didn’t think of shutting the water off from the start.

Ghost stopped behind her glad his mask was on. He quickly averted his eyes for her respect trying not to turn his head again to look at her pretty black lace panties. Made something in his stomach churn in a good way, gave him butterflies. Though it was game over when she turned around, he couldn’t not gawk, a white shirt and water didn’t go well, especially when one wasn’t wearing a bra.

A sight to behold. Now in this moment, he’d be smacking Johnny and telling him to not look but he himself couldn’t look away.

It didn’t matter if (y/n) and Simon had already done the deed. He still tried to be respectful, especially since they weren’t dating yet and surely as hell weren’t married yet. It would be different in those scenarios.

“Thanks Simon,” (y/n) brushed her hair back as his eyes remained on her chest. Not the makeup she was wearing running down her face looking horrible but somehow still making her so pretty.

“Didn’t expect to get wet today, I see.” He couldn’t help but utter out. He wanted to slap himself and see his mouth shut. What an idiot, what an absolute idiot. He still couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “Not company also, it seems.”

She paused and took a minute to try and understand what he was saying.

“Yeah,” she snorted softly. “Not expecting any company, and not expressing to get w—“ she froze as she remembered she was wearing just her black lace panties and a white shirt that belonged to her ex who dumped her. It was a weird rock band shirt she had never heard of, but kept it because she could swim in it and liked to wear it on hot summer days—like today—and stay cool without having to wear a bra. “Don’t look!” Her screech was shrill and loud as she threw a towel at him. Simon had winxed as he quickly looked away.

“I’m an Idiot.” She uttered as she tried to walk past him to get a change of clothes. Ones that didn’t show her perky breasts when it got wet.

“Mamas,” Simon said softly with a bashful look in his brown, honeyed eyes. “I need you right now.” He said softly. “I’ll fix your leaking tubes, after…” she paused as she looked at Simon.

He what?

“What?” She asked embarrassed and flustered.

“Mama, don’t make me say it again.” He was also flustered.

“Say it.” She said softly. Her eyes lingered on his for a second.

“Mama, let me have you, please.” He looked at her. She could see his arousal not only in the physical action of his member but in his eyes. How they lingered in her body how they looked deep into her eyes showing his want and need for her.

He slowly walked up to her while staring at her back, he then put a hand on her hip and moved closer to her.

“Yeah, I want you…” he said in a low and gruff voice. His body was just behind her now. He then leaned down and put his face close to her ear. “Real bad.”

“Simon,” she was flustered as she felt his thumb rub her hips. She was red and embarrassed but she felt her own need pooling in her abdomen. It was a warm and tingly sensation, one he always pulled out of her.

He loved how her body reacted to his touch. Her breath hitched as she spoke his name. His large hand was still planted on her hip while his other hand came forward and put a piece of her wet hair behind her ear. “Say you want me too.” he whispered in her ear.

Her breath hitched as she gasped slightly, feeling his hands trail across her abdomen.

Her hands slowly found his hands as her fingers weaved into his large fingers. He breathed in her scent as he felt her small hands weaved through his much larger ones. He moved his lips up to her neck and gave it a light kiss.

“Tell me you want me…” he said again while his tongue traced her neck lightly.

She gasped as she felt his tongue glide across her skin. “Simon.” She gulped. She felt her mouth go dry as she tried to formulate a sentence.

He chuckled in her ear then gave her neck another light kiss. “Come on, baby girl, I know you want me too.” Ghost left a trail of light kisses up the side of her neck. He then grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him.

She could feel him pressed up against her, her eyes fluttered closed as small moans left her lips. She couldn’t think straight and she wanted to tell him, but she couldn’t find the words.

He let out a soft growl as he heard the little moans escape her lips. He couldn’t get enough and his lips left a trail of kisses on the back of her neck. “Can you feel how bad I want you?”

He pulled her hips back into him more. His body was now completely pressed against hers and she could feel the heat and want come off of him.

“Yes.” She said softly gasping as his large hands trailed her abdomen and slightly under her panties. Her hand was still grasping onto his as he held her sturdy against him slowly grinding against her.

He loved how her body reacted to his. Her soft little gasps and moans drove him wild and her body moving against his was driving him to the edge.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He murmured in her ear as his hand crept further into her panties. “You like how I’m touching you?”

Oh yes, yes she did. He was a god to her when he toyed with her like this.

“Please Simon, I-I…” she trailed off having always been bashful, but she knew Simon was a gentle lover as this wasn’t the first time the two had acted out of instinct. “I-I, want you t-too.” She gasped being at his mercy. “It feels good.” She whined.

He smiled against her neck as he felt his hand reach her most sensitive parts. Her body arching against him and her breath hitching as he made contact. He let out a soft growl as she told him that she wanted him too. The sounds she was making were driving him crazy. “Yeah?” He asked while he slowly started to apply pressure to her. “How bad do you want me mamas?”

She for this hips grind against her ass as she was being hit with so many pleasurable things. She almost felt dizzy and delighted all at the same time. “I-I…” she stuttered.

He bit down on her neck as she ground her hips back into him. He had to take a second to recover from the sudden movement before he started speaking again. His fingers started to circle her most sensitive part. “Mmm… you’re being so good for me, mamas… tell me how bad you want me.”

The man had skill, god did he have skill.

She arched as she tried to focus but his hands distracted her. She gasped and moaned as she couldn’t focus. She whined slightly as his hips still grinded against her.

Simon moved his lips from her neck to gently brush against her ear. “C’mon sweetheart….” he coaxed her again. “I need to hear you say how bad you want me.” He continued to move his fingers against her, slowly increasing the pressure as he heard her sounds getting more needy and desperate. His hips kept grinding against her, his grip on her waist keeping her against him.

“C-can’t think straight,” she uttered, feeling a bit dizzy and overwhelmed. Her head rested on his chest as her head was thrown back in ecstasy.

Simon chuckled softly and he heard the sound of her head falling back on his chest. Seeing her all flustered and a mess was such a turn on for him. He could hear how hard she was breathing and he could feel just how much her body was shaking. He continued to circle his fingers against her while his hips continued their slow but rhythmic motion against her. “I know you want me, mamas. I can feel how much you’re enjoying my fingers.”

“S-Simon, slow down.” You squeaked out. “C-can’t think—“ a deep moan interrupted her. “Bad.” She groaned out loudly. “So bad, Simon!”

Simon smiled as she had no choice but to surrender to him. He was having so much fun watching her struggle to form a sentence. It looked like the only words that came out of her pretty little mouth were his name and how bad she wanted him. “Mmm that’s it sweetheart, tell me just how bad you want me.” He could feel that she was starting to get close as she started squeezing around his fingers.

“So bad.” She pulled her hands away from his as her hand trailed up to her breast.

“That’s it sweetheart…” he could see her reaching up and he almost thought she was going to take his hand away, but as it moved higher he realized what she was doing. He was now breathing heavily as he watched her hand reach up to her chest. He slowly his grip on her waist, wanting to see how far her hand went on her own.

“Just like that.” She uttered as she bit her lip, eyes closing in euphoria. She started to lift her one leg up holding it there for Simon so he could feel her better. Her hand worked on her chest.

He grunted as he saw her leg go up. He grabbed her thigh and pushed against her more. He could feel her shaking in his grip and he could see how her body was losing all control. “F-fuck… mamas,” he mumbled in her ear while his fingers kept their steady movements against her. He pressed his lips to her neck again and started leaving a trail of kisses. “You’re so good, you feel so good.”

She could feel his fingers delve into her core.

She gasped and whined, her back arched as her head was thrown back. He leaned down and kissed your lips softly.

He pressed his lips firmly against hers and let out another low growl as he felt her arching against him. She looked so beautiful like this. In his arms, completely coming undone. He increased his pressure on her and continued his slow but firm circles around her core. He wasn’t surprised when she let out a needy moan against his lips.

“Simon!” she cried out. “Simon, I-i love you.” She gasped as the sensations were getting too strong for her to handle. She gasped when she realized she said she loved him, neither of them had said anything like this to the other before.

She almost felt embarrassed and could feel the pleasure dwindling down because she felt like she fucked up.

Simon froze as he heard her whimper out that she loved him. Never in their time being together had either of them said those words to the other. He was still holding her thigh up and his fingers were still touching her most sensitive parts, but he slowly removed his lips from hers and started to pull his hand away.

“What’d you just say…?” He asked gruffly as he looked at her.

Now she felt like she fucked up, she looked away bitting her lips. Tears welled in her eyes. Now she was being a big cry baby, how embarrassing.

She held them off as she tried to find the words to say. Did she say it was a mistake? Should she say she didn’t mean it when she really did mean every word she said. Did she come out and say she loved him again? It was all confusing.

Simon was completely taken off guard by her saying that. He knew they didn’t have any labels but what they had was more than just some casual fling.

He let go of her thigh and moved his hand to her chin. He grabbed her firmly and turned her head back to him so she’d look at him. He then reached up and brushed the tears away from her eyes. “Say it again, sweetheart…” he said softly as he looked into her eyes.

“I-I love you…” she said quietly.

“Again…” he said with more demand now. He needed to hear her say it again. He wanted to hear that she loved him over and over again. He moved his hand from her chin to cup her cheek and gently brush his thumb across it.

“Say it again, baby girl…” he repeated once more.

“I love you Simon,” she said with a bit more confidence.

A big and stupid smile appeared on Simon’s face as he heard her say it again. He leaned down and gave her a quick and soft kiss.

He then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him. “F-fuck…you...” His voice was barely above a whisper as he held her tight against him. He was obviously having a hard time finding the right words.

“I love you too, mamas.”

She felt her heart beat pick up at Simon’s words and also at the sight of Simon undressing.

Her eyes lingered in his body as she bit her lip. Her hands clung to her wet white shirt as she rang out the edges gently out of nerves and excitement.

Simon shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s physique was insane. A perfect mix of muscle and scar tissue. His eyes never left hers while she watched him and she could see the heat and need in them.

Simon looked at her and noticed that she was holding onto the edges of her shirt, he tilted his head slightly. “What’re you doing with that shirt, baby girl?” He asked curiously.

She looked down nervously at it, not sure what she should be doing seeing him stripped down into nothing.

He walked over to her and stood right behind her. He looked down at her. The shirt was practically see through but he was still disappointed there was anything blocking him from seeing her body. He pressed up against her. His chest against her back as she was once again very firmly pressed against him. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his finger up and down her arms. “Why aren’t you taking this off, sweetheart?” Simon asked quietly.

“T-take it off?” She asked softly, embarrassed.

He chuckled at her response. He was almost surprised she was so shy all of a sudden. Seeing her so embarrassed was a new but exciting feeling for him.

He leaned down in her ear and spoke with a low and gruff voice. “Yeah… I want you to take it off, mama. I want to see your body… all of it.”

She nodded as she slowly lifted the white shirt off, but it left her in her black lace panties.

As the shirt made its way over her head and her hair fell back he could finally see her. And god was she a sight to see. “Damn…” he growled quietly as he took in the view of her body. The way her curves were shaped, the way the lace hugged her body, everything. He took a moment to recover before he spoke again. “Turn around.” He commanded.

She did that, slowly turning around for him.

Once she finished turning around he just took a second to look at her. He had an almost wild look in his eyes as he looked her up and down.

He was practically salivating at the sight of her so he took a step closer to her. “You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?” He ran his hands up and down her arms. “Look at you. So good for me.”

“S-Simon.” She was so shy right now.

He smiled as she said his name and he saw how shy he was making her. It wasn’t often she was shy like this and he loved it. “You’re so damn cute when you’re all flustered and shy, baby girl.” Simon said with his gruff voice as he continued to run his hands up and down her arms. “And you’re so good for me,” he continued to murmur as he moved his hands down her sides.

She felt her breath hitch. If she wasn’t wet from the water, she would be soaked from his words.

He smiled as he could see she was really starting to get worked up based on the way her chest was heaving and he could hear her breathing getting heavier.

“Lay down for me, baby girl,” he said in a low voice. “Right here on the floor and I’ll take real good care of you.”

She felt the cold water touch her skin as she did as told.

He stood over her and stared down at her. Seeing her laying on the floor, her body now completely visible to him, was a stunning sight. He knelt down, his knee on either side of her legs, and positioned himself right above her. He didn’t move, he was just staring at her body. “God. You’re perfect,” he mumbled.

If it wasn’t for Simon and her nipples already being hard, the cold water would have done it as she gasped at the feeling.

Simon let his eyes take in her entire body as he knelt over her. Hearing her gasp when the cold water hit her skin was an absolute treat. “S-so damn cute…” he mumbled again as his hands slowly ran down her sides and came to rest on her thighs. He gave her a little squeeze before he continued his hands’ journey over her body.

He grabbed his shirt and bunched it up underneath her head as a pillow as he leaned down against her grinding his bare body against her clothed core.

Simon grunted as he felt his hips press against her. He continued the slow grind back and forth as he leaned down and kissed her, both of them still damp from the raining tap water that had spewed from her faucet about fifteen minutes ago. He could feel how warm and wet his body felt against hers. He continued to press his chest against hers and his hips continued to rub against her core. Both of their breathing was heavy at this point.

He then stopped as his fingers looped under her panties.

His fingers were looped around her panties and he was slowly pulling them down while she was still laying down beneath him. He leaned down to her ear and started to talk in a soft and low voice. “Lift your hips for me, baby girl…”

“Simon.” She gasped as she did as told.

He chuckled as he heard her gasp as she did what he told her to do. She was being so good for him right now. “That’s it…” he mumbled as he started to slide her panties down her legs. “God look at you. You’re so good for me, baby girl. So damn good.”

She felt his hands lift her thighs up some as he spread her legs taking a look at her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt embarrassed.

He looked down at her, taking in the view of her now completely exposed body. He had been anticipating this sight and it didn’t disappoint.

“Don’t close your eyes, sweetheart, open them for me…” he said in a gentle and soft voice. “I want to look at you.”

If she wasn’t throbbing before—trust me she was—she was surely throbbing now.

“Simon, you can’t say stuff like that.” She arched off the ground. As her hands reached for something of his.

Her arching her back had his chest pressed even closer against her and her hands reaching for him, searching for something on him, only turned him on even more. He chuckled, amused that he was making her so shy and embarrassed. But there was just something about it that made it more exciting. He slowly ran his hands back and forth along her thighs as he spoke to her. “Why not? I want to look at you, baby girl. You’re so damn Beautiful. I want to see all of you.”

She could tell this was a much more emotional and deeply bonding intimate moment then the time he had sex with her the night he broke her door down when she was hiding from him embarrassed at soaps drunk words about how she needed to learn to take care of herself.

This time around the two souls were bounding to one and another as he showed her sweet love. The love he wanted and could provide to her.

This time had been different than that night. It was a more emotional and intimate moment between them. They both knew how they felt about one another now.

Simon gently stroked her thighs, his hands moving slowly up and down her skin. He was completely captivated by her. He was captivated by the way her body reacted to his every touch. He moved his hands closer and closer to her inner thighs before running his thumbs across her core. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

He started gently kissing and biting his way up her body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses on her skin. When he finally got to her neck he spent extra time there before moving up and kissing the corners of her mouth before finally capturing her lips with his.

He slowly and gently started kissing her, his tongue gently tracing her lips, seeking entry. His hands were resting at the base of her head, his fingers playing with her hair.

“You really think so?” She asked as her hands rested on his waist.

“Yeah, I do think so.” He replied as he hovered over her, staring down at her as he replied. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, mammas. Every inch of you.”

“Simon,” she got so lucky having him. “I love you.” She said softly.

The way she said his name, he loved the way it sounded coming from her mouth. Every time she said it, he felt a sudden rush of feeling. Feeling he’d never felt before he met her.

He looked into her eyes, hearing the three simple words come out of her mouth again. Those three simple words were everything to him and he couldn’t hear them enough. “I love you, sweetheart, more than you’ll ever know.” he mumbled as he looked into her eyes.

She smiled as he sat up looking down at her core.

He was big and the two both knew it. She had gotten pretty good at adapting to him. But it still took her a bit to get used to his fit. He knew he needed to be gentle.

His finger ran up her core making sure she was slick enough, and she was. He didn’t have to worry there.

He leaned down and kissed her core before cooing at it.

He leaned down on her and let his lips touch her most sensitive area. He gave it a gentle kiss before he looked up at her. “So damn beautiful…” he muttered. “So sensitive for me, huh?”

“Only for you.” She nodded.

He chuckled as she responded to him. “Damn right it’s only for me.” He grumbled before he took another moment to admire the view. “God,” He groaned. “Every part of you is so perfect, but this…” he mumbled as he looked down at her core. “This is my favorite part.”

His lips touched it one more time. As she giggled at his words. “And here I thought your favorite part was my lips.” She teased softly.

His lips caressed her one last time before he lifted his head and looked at her. He chuckled a little as she teased him about his favorite part.

“You’re pretty cheeky today,” he said with a small smile on his face. “Looks good on you. But don’t kid yourself, sweetheart. I love a lot of parts of your body—your lips included.”

She giggled some more as his head rested on her thigh. He looked at her softly smiling. “You like the way she clings to you.” She said softly.

The sound of her giggling caused his smile to deepen. He could probably listen to it all day.

He chuckled softly and ran his hands along her thighs. “Mmm, I love the way she clings to me. It’s like she's begging me to never stop.”

“Don’t blame her, she knows what she likes.” She hummed as she arched her back feeling Simon leave a hickey on her thigh.

Simon didn’t look away from her thighs as he continued kissing and sucking the skin of her thighs before he left a big hickey on them.

He chuckled as he looked up at her and saw her arch her back. “Mmm, she’s a smart one, ain’t she?” He said in his gruff voice. “She knows I’m all about giving her what she likes.”

“Simon,” (y/n) gasped as her hands touched her chest.

Hearing her gasp his name and her hands coming up to touch his chest was enough to have him aching for her. He didn’t wait for another moment.

He moved out from between her legs and came to hover above her. He had a wild and lustful look in his eyes as he looked down at her. “Say my name again…” he said hoarsely.

“Simon,” she chanted like a prayer as her head lulled back and forth. She felt his member poke at her.

The way she said his name, each time she said it was like she was chanting it, praying to it. It had his body on fire, the need for her was almost painful.

He leaned down and positioned himself right between her legs, his member rubbing her core, teasing her. It was a grinding motion and it was enough to make her squirm underneath him. “Again…” he growled softly.

“Simon.” She gasped out, eyes opening up to look at him as her head was thrown back and she arched.

As she said his name again, her eyes opening and looking up at him, the arching of her back, the gasping as she was on the edge, it was all driving him crazy.

He placed a hand underneath the small of her back and slowly started to press forward. “Again…” he said huskily. “Say. My name.”

“Simon,” it was more blissed out than before. She was gonna reach ecstasy if he kept teasing her like this.

The way she said his name this time, it sounded like she was completely lost in the bliss of the moment. It only drove him wilder.

He held his hips in place, continuing to tease her but not fully giving her what she wanted. “Just say it one more time, baby girl and you’ll get what you want.”

“Simon Riley.” She sighed, cupping his face as she brought his lips closer to hers kissing his lips and then trailing down his jaw. “Please, I need you.”

Hearing her say his name as she took his face in her hands and trailed kisses down his jaw, hearing the need in her voice as she said she needed him, finally pushed him over the edge.

He grunted, his body stilling for a moment before he moved, finally giving her what she was begging for. “I got you, baby girl. I got you right here…” he muttered before his lips met hers.

She felt the pressure as she arched her back. She moaned. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Ah, fuck, Simon.” She groaned out.

The noise she made when he entered her made his body ache with need for her. He had never heard anything so good.

He grunted as he felt her arch her back and felt her tighten around him. “Fuck—baby girl.” He gasped. “You’re so damn good for me, so good…” he muttered. “Mamas, that’s it. Take it, atta girl.” He gasped as her pussy fit him so well as he moved at a slow pace. “She’s just eager to greet me, eager to take me. Atta girl, mamas. Spread those legs.” She did as asked. “Mamas pretty girl is just sucking me in.” Ghost groaned.

He cooed to her more as he talked her through the pleasure and pain making her heart swell with love at his actions.

He started moving his hips, slowly and softly at first. He wanted her to get used to the feeling.

He leaned down and placed his arms next to her head so that he was hovering over her. “Shhh—just breathe, baby girl, I got you… you feel so damn good, so damn good.”

She could tell she was losing him to pleasure. She tried to ground him, but her core tightened on him when he hit a certain depth.

When she tightened around him he let out another low moan. He was getting completely lost in the feel of her.

He grunted as his movements started to get quicker and more sloppy. “W-wait baby girl… slow down…” he muttered as he was still trying to ground himself.

“Simon, you’re the one moving.” She mewled and arched.

He grunted when she said his name and she started to wither underneath him.

He realized she was right, he was the one moving. He slowed his movement down, trying to make them more softer and more controlled.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you just feel so damn good…It’s hard for me not to lose control.” He paused for her as she clung to him. His one arm lifted her thigh above his shoulder.

When he finally got completely buried inside her he had to stop himself again. He needed a moment. Being completely inside her felt that good. He grunted and his head hung down for a moment, trying to control his breathing. “Oh fuck!” he mumbled before he picked up his head and looked deep in her eyes.

He looked down at her and saw her eyes closed and a smile on her face. Even just the expression on her face was enough to bring him pleasure. He grunted and started moving his hips again. Starting off with a slow and controlled rhythm.

“You like that, baby girl?” He asked her in a low voice.

Her toes curled and her body pulsed and buzzed with heat. That should have been a good enough answer.

“Yeah,” her eyes rolled back in her head as she arched. “Right there Si!” She begged.

When she said his name again and arched back and begged for him to keep going, it only made him pick up the pace. He needed to hear her say his name again and again. “I got you baby girl. I’m gonna take real good care of you…” he mumbled and he started to thrust faster, making sure to hit the spot that made her say his name louder.

“Simon,” she gasped. “Oh god, so good.” She kissed his jaw with hit open mouthed kisses leaving a hickey here and there.

He panted as he continued to move his hips, each of her gasps and every whine and moan that escaped her lips only pushing him forward. He couldn’t even think, all he wanted was to hear her moan his name more.

“That’s right baby, keep saying my name.” He groaned, his head tilted back, exposing his neck more of her kisses.

Her hands dug into his biceps as she closed her eyes panting, “Simon, can’t think right.” She gasped.

The ecstasy was getting to both of them as they both had blissed out looks in their faces and their eyes couldn’t pull away from one and another.

He groaned and grunted as he felt her fingers digging into his arms. He couldn’t think straight either, all he could focus on was the way she was making him feel.

“Don’t think, baby girl,just let go.” He gave her a sloppy kiss. “Feel me inside you…hmm? Feels so good, right?” he mumbled through his moans.

She wasn’t sure if she could even find the words at the moment as she felt his hands grip the back of her head as his face rested against hers. He was being so sweet to her like usual.

He was completely lost in her. The way she felt around him, the way she gasped and moaned his name, the way she dug her fingertips into his arms. Everything about her drove him crazy. He wanted to give her everything. He wanted to show her how she made him feel. She was so damn perfect.

He grunted into her ear as he held her head up to him, their faces were pressed against each other as he continued to move inside her. “You feel so damn good, mamas. I need you so bad—only you.”

She gasped at that.

“How do you do it?” She uttered as her lips touched his as she spoke against them.

He kept his face pressed against hers, his voice was gruff as he spoke. “Do what?” he muttered as he continued to move his hips forward. He had a feeling he knew what she was going to answer, but he needed to hear her say it. “How do I do what, baby girl?”

She took a minute as she groaned and gasped feeling the intense pleasure.

He grunted as she gasped and their lips touched. Even a soft touch from her lips to his was enough to break his heart and heal it all at once.

He continued to thrust into her, a little faster this time, getting closer to his release. His body was on fire for her.

“How do I do what?” he breathed out, panting as he spoke to her. A few strands of his hair were sticking to his damp forehead.

“H-how—oh god—how do you make it feel so good?” She uttered. “How do you know all the best places to touch me and…” she groaned, trailing off as her body shook from ecstasy.

He chuckled a bit when she began to speak, then cut herself off with a moan. The way her body shook when he hit that right spot was one of his favorite things.

“Do you really think there’s a place on your body where I haven’t kissed or touched, baby girl?” he responded to her. He grunted as he continued to roll his hips. “I do it because I know you like it, I need to touch you. I need to hear you moan so bad.”

She was falling apart in his arms and it was driving him crazy. Seeing her struggling to speak because of the pleasure made him grunt when her body shook, the tightness around him making his body react to her.

“Simon,” she arched. The puddle they were laying in made things slippery still, but not enough to deter Simon.

When she arched her body he let out a moan and grunted loudly.

How was she even real? How did he ever manage to get her into bed with him?

The sound of her core as he moved inside her was like music to him. It was perfect. She was perfect.

Hearing her say his name again, caused his pace to quicken. “Say it again,” he panted out to her. “Say my name, sweetheart.”

“Simon,” she rocked with him gaining some friction. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him tighter to her.

Her could feel her perky nipples brush against his stimulating the two of them more.

Simon grunted as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her body.

He was completely surrounded by her. Her scent, her voice, her touch, her taste. It was all driving him crazy.

“God,” he grunted as his eyes looked down at her while his hips rolled. Her flushed face was Divine, her parted lips made him want to devour her mouth, and her breathy words and moans made him feral. “You feel so good, baby girl. So damn good.” He mumbled against her skin before he pulled his head back and looked her in the eyes, continuing to pant as he spoke. “Look at me.” His words were hushed and breathy as he was feeling the heat of everything.

Her eyes met his as she gasped and panted squirming a bit underneath him as he kept hitting that specific spot with his hips rolling. She knew that he knew that was her G-spot.

Watching her react as he kept hitting that sweet spot with his hips made him smile. How was she so perfect?

He loved making her gasp and moan his name. It was addictive.

He grunted as his hips moved into hers a little harder. “You know I love it when you look at me, sweetheart. I could never get tired of seeing those beautiful eyes.”

“Having a man as highly addicting as you, telling me that—“ her head was thrown back as immense pleasure rolled over her body. “It just does something to me.” She whined scratching down his chest as his biceps now caged in her head.

The way her head was thrown back and the loud whine that she made caused goosebumps to rise on his skin. It was so damn good watching her fall apart because of him. He grunted and panted as her fingernails scratched down his chest. She left behind little red lines.

Looking down at her, seeing all her perfect features, how did he get so damn lucky with her?

“Does it, now? What does it do to you, baby girl?” he asked her through his grunts and pants.

“It makes my body feel on fire.” Her cunt tightened.

The feeling of her pussy tightening around him was something he knew he would never get tired of. He grunted and groaned as the feeling combined with her words, making him move faster.

“I’m on fire for you too, baby girl.” He grunted out to her. “I’m on fire for you all the time. You drive me crazy.”

“Yeah?” She cupped his face brushing the sweat away.

He leaned into her hand as she cupped his face. Even just a little touch like that had him aching for her. He let out a soft moan and nodded his head before he looked into her eyes. “Yeah,” he mumbled, panting and grunting. “I’m crazy for you, mamas. All the damn time, you don’t even know. I’m just trying to control myself from losing it for you all the time.”

Her hand touched her chest as her other hand touched his swirling around his nipples. It sent him into a tizzy.

When her hand touched his chest and her hand went to his nipple, he let out a loud moan. It was sensitive for him as well. He arched his back a little bit and let out a shaky gasp. “God, fuck! You’re gonna break me, baby girl. You know how sensitive I am there,” he grunted.

“Sorry.” She didn’t stop though, she kept rubbing and flicking with both hands now. So, his thumb found her clitoris and rubbed it in smooth circles.

He chuckled when she said she was sorry, but didn’t stop. It felt too good for either of them to stop.

He let out a low moan as his breath was shaky.

Her rubbing the sensitive skin of his nipple and running his thumb over her clitoris had them both whimpering. They were both really sensitive to each other’s touch.

His face hung down as he let out a loud groan. “Don’t be sorry, baby. I love it.” He hummed. “You’re just driving me crazy though.” He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, his own eyes looking very dark with desire.

“Simon,” she cooed softly. He didn’t think it was possible but her legs spread even more.

When she spread her legs more, taking him deeper, it got a loud moan out of him, and he buried his face in her neck. “Fuck, mamas, fuck,” he panted out against her skin. “You’re going to be the end of me if you keep this up. Can’t think straight when I’m with you like this. I’m addicted to you, maybe I’m obsessed with you.” He nipped at her neck.

“That feels good for you Simon.” She cooed softly as her back arched. “Feel so good, hmm?” She brushed a hand through his hair.

He groaned into her neck as her words. “It feels so damn good, mamas. Never felt like this with anyone.” Those words made her feel like she was soaring. “I need you, mamas. Always. All the damn time.” He growled out as his hips rolled into her faster. “No one else. ” he mumbled against her skin. He panted and grunted, continuing to move his hips. “Need you so damn bad. I’ve never wanted or needed anyone so damn much as I need you, baby.”

His words could push her over the edge, but add the sex itself and she was driven mad by the end of it.

She felt her abdomen tighten as her release was coming. She clung to him as her moans and breath got faster and louder. She couldn’t think straight, she couldn’t even see straight. Her eyes focused on Simon as she called out his name like a prayer to some god who she had devoted her whole life to. Simon was her god and she would devote her life to him if he asked.

There it was. His favorite sound.

He loved it when she said his name. He never could tire of hearing it, especially when she said it like that.

He panted and grunted as she panted and called out to him. Her body was clenching around him tightly, her walls squeezing him as her release approached.

He could feel her body reacting to him, how tight she was getting… and it made his mind go blank. Nothing else mattered to him. It was the end for him. He couldn’t keep it together anymore. Hearing her call out his name and feeling her squeeze him was too addicting.

“Oh god mamas.” He kissed her lips. “I’m close…

so damn close.” Every moan and every gasp she let out as he kept moving his hips was like music to his ears. He was addicted to the sound of her voice and saying his name was like a drug. His most addictive drug.

Then the bough broke. She could feel the flood gates release and her whole body was in euphoria. Was that a god before her? A god that made love to her in no ways a mere mortal could.

When she came, her body arching underneath him, it was all he needed. Feeling her squeezing him, listening to her moan his name, all of it sent him over the edge.

The curve in her back as she arched against him chanting and praising him through a prayer of his name.

He let out a loud and shaky moan as his body tensed, his release overtaking him. He buried his face in her neck.

“Oh god!” He growled as his thrusts were uneven just trying to ride though his own orgasm and hers. “Oh fuck mamas, that’s all you baby, that’s all you! Fuck!” he growled into her skin.

He continued to twitch as his body tried to ride through his release. He was gasping for air, his face still buried in her neck. She wasn’t in any better shape.

“God, mamas, never felt anything like that before.” he mumbled in between breaths, his body still shaking.

She let out a wail of a moan as she stopped twitching herself.

The sound of her moan made him shiver, he could have sworn she could have him coming again with a sound like that.

“Bloody hell,.” He muttered as his body went a little weak on top of her. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby girl, I swear to god.” He chuckled.

He looked down at her smiling face and gave a weary smile back at her. He was so tired but seeing her smile just made his heart melt.

He started to kiss her face softly, peppering her forehead, cheeks and nose with gentle kisses. He was praising her. His perfect and beautiful baby girl.

“Okay, mamas, let’s get you cleaned up.” Simon picked her up softly carrying her up the stairs knowing she would need to relax. Aftercare was important to him and he was going to run her a nice warm bath while he fixed the faucet. He returned after about an hour.

“Such a good mamas.” He cooed softly as he found her sleeping in the tub. “Faucets all fixed mamas.” He cooed as he kissed her forehead watching her stir awake.

“Thanks, Si.” She smiled. “Let’s call takeout.”

“Good idea, mamas.”

Needless to say, if you asked her what it was like being neighbors to the 6’4 SAS soldier she would have three words to describe it.

‘Pleasurable’, ‘greatful’, and ‘hers’.

[vihilum]

@sixthconfiguration [ continued from here. ]

Distance is her leverage. Riley has always had a hard time getting close to people. Space granted is a gift. An illusion. They can do anything they want. She’s not under a shield of glass. There’s nothing between her and them but air.

“What did he choose?” She relinquished her gift. Set it at their altar. Curiosity had not abated. The other left alive that day had not been found since. She wanted to see what had been done to him. She wanted to see what he’d asked for.

“The gift, from the box,” her mouth is dry, but her eyes don’t waver from the Hell Priest’s, “what did you give him?”

[kimhargreeves]

The Sinner- Father John Pruitt x Reader (Midnight Mass)

Summary: You've never been a religious person but when a new Priest arrives at your small town, well, everything changes and he's the reason why you head to church.

(Yeah, so like I just finished watching Midnight Mass, holy crap did the priest did it for me. Anyway enjoy some smut based on him. I was listening to Abuse by William Control since he makes these types of bdsm religious songs/videos. I love him so maybe you will if you're into alternative. I myself am a goth so Reader will be a goth here. I am not a religious person myself but..I am going to hell for this."

"(Y/N)?" I hummed when a voice called out my name. It was my mom once again. I was laying face down on my bed mindlessly reading through one of the many books I've read many times.

She appeared by the door frame to which I ignored and kept on flipping the pages ones I read them. "It would be nice if you were to go out for some fresh air. I saw that boy again, Riley."

"Riley? No shit, he's back?" I ask myself not believing that he's truly back.

My mom gave me a disapproving look because of my language, to which I simply ignored again. "Maybe you should go and meet up with him."

It's been awhile since I've seen him. He was locked up for so long that I'm sure he came back as a changed but broken man. "Maybe I will." I mutter and watched her leave my room.

"Today is Sunday! We're going to church later, Monsignor Pruitt is back." I heard my mother shout from the outside of the house.

Monsignor? Is it the same old man who used to still talk back then many years ago? If I were him I'd go on a long ass vacation and never return. Anyway, I know my mother was going to bother me if I said no in going to church.

I sometimes ask myself if coming back to Crockett Island was a good idea or not. Most times if feels like it isn't worth it living here. This is a small island, a small town with the few of the population here who are closed off people. They believe in any rumor and know too much about others.

My mother lives here alongside her sisters and brothers who are in a few houses nearby. One of her sisters is devoted to god and acts too much like Beverly Keane. Both of them of course get along just fine.

"You better dress yourself nicely." I heard her sister, my aunt, Marcie warn me when she passed by to get some things ready.

"I don't remember church having a dress code." I sarcastically told her and didn't bother in changing myself.

I was dressed myself in black from head to toe, my hair matching the same color. I had on a black dress with boots and a large coat, a few jewelry here and there and a spiked choker. I'll say hi to Riley if I see him in church, surely he must be hanging out with Erin by now.

"(Y/N)! It's time." I finally got out of my bed and went over to my mother who was waiting for me outside. I joined her as we walked down to familiar path to the church.

"Seems like tonight storm is going to be big and disastrous. We'll put up some cardboard and wood on your windows so you won't see a thing." My mother reminded me. I hummed and continued walking silently next to her.

"Do I really have to go? this is stupid." My mother knew too well that I am not a religious person and neither is she that much. But she likes to know, wants to know that someone is out there watching over us.

I placed my hands into my pockets and kept to myself until we reached the small church up ahead. "Sister, I'm glad to see you made it early." My aunt told my mother and completely ignored my presence.

"Hmm. It's been quite a while since I last saw you near a church or any religious event." Beverly Keane the religious bitch said when she noticed me. Scowling at me on the inside. My aunt and Beverly were here outside greeting everyone who'd come.

"She really want to come and join us this time." My mom joined in and held my shoulders. "Isn't that right?" She squeezed my shoulders a bit.

"Sure." I simply replied and tried moving past them until Beverly stood in my way again.

"Can you try and dress up a bit differently next time? I'm afraid some people might find you offensive or scared."

I looked her in the way and I so wanted to also her. She was hiding her smirk do bad. "(Y/N), it's nice to see you."

Another voice spoke my name from the inside and I saw Erin waving at me. I walked past Beverly and ignored her looks.

"Hey, thanks for saving me." I mutter and see Erin's warm smile.

"Don't mention it. We all need a break from her from time."

"I don't get how you can put up with her everyday at school." Erin is a teacher, we would hang around at times and she'd tell me the many times that woman could come to her and complain. That's all she does.

"We should hang out more often, I know you're busy but it'd be nice to chat." Erin is pregnant so she can't exactly do much. We used to walk around the island and talk about many things.

"The three of us. Yes, we should." Three of us? I look back and see Riley, he is sitting with his family and quickly looked down when Erin looked back. They used to be such a nice couple.

My mother came in and joined us on the same bench. I sat down first and heard them talking to each other. Some people stared at me and some didn't, the few who did made me feel self conscious.

I sometimes do feel very awful about myself and other times I don't care. It all depends on how I am feeling. That's why I prefer to stay by myself "You just need someone to love you for who you are, only like that you'll be happy." Erin once told me when I was at my lowest.

I yawned loudly and was hit on my arm so I'd shut up. My mother gave me a harsh look and looked away. I frowned and rubbed my arm, it did hurt a bit. "The Monsignor is here." I heard her say.

Great! Now do wait for all of this to be finish. Beverly Keane rushed up the front of the church and took her seat. I rolled my eyes and kept staring striaght ahead. Everyone began to sing from their books. I was certainly taken aback when I saw a young tall man with dark eyes and jet black hair.

Everyone was silent, no one expected this young man here, we were all expecting Monsignor Pruitt.

I watched carefully as he walked down the center aisle and rose to the podium. His eyes looked at everyone until they landed on me for a moment. It felt weird. I felt my chest tighten and my cheeks were burning up a bit.

"Good Morning. I know I am not who you expected to see this morning. My name is Father Paul Hill. And I was sent by the diocese to fill in Monsignor Pruitt for a few weeks. He fell ill. He is recovering back at a hospital in the mainland. But it is my pleasure to be with you all at St. Patrick's."

I will admit and say that I was paying close attention to what he said. It was odd but I felt like something was attracting me to him. Everyone began to line up to take the body of Christ and his blood, being wine.

"(Y/N), let's go." My mom gritted her teeth when she began to grab my sleeve so I'd get up.

"No way." I angrily muttered, I was mostly feeling embarrassed. My mother frowned along with her sister and finally left me alone

**********

It was already over. Everyone stood up and began to head out, most of them stopping by to greet and welcome Father John. Beverly and Marcie my aunt began to talk to each other. "Father John! Welcome!" My mother exclaimed when she reached his side after Riley's family left.

"Thank you for your kind hospitality ma'm. And this is?" I tried walked past them but my mother grabbed my coat and stopped me just in time.

"This is my lovely daughter." She smiled wide.

"I'm (Y/N). It's nice to see a new face around here, welcome to this crappy town." I joked.

Father John turned to face entirely and his dark eyes rested on me longer than expected. "Lovely she is indeed." He said ignoring my joke which my mother found a bit offensive to say in front of him.

Father John extended his hand for me to take which I did and shook it.

"I saw you sitting back in Communion along with Mister Riley. God accepts all of us, it's just a matter of time before you give in to him, (Y/N)."

"I'm sure he'll be surprised then if I decide to give in." I blushed when I looked up at him and realized we were talking for a bit and staring at each other.

I felt my mother staring at us both quietly and so were Beverly and Marcie with a warning look. "I'm not that much into religious but that mass was wonderful." I compliment.

He smirks a little and nods. "Does that mean you'll come every Sunday then?"

"I'll try too if you're the one who will preach about the Lord." I decided to flirt a little.

Marnie shot me a angry but warning look when I said that. Father Paul began to chuckle at my words. “That’s quite the compliment I must say, (Y/N)." he said looking at me again.

"Can I have a word with you, Father John." My mom said all of the sudden.

"Hm? Certainly." I watched them both walk a bit further with Father John glancing to see me every now and then.

I turned around and almost had a heart attack when I was face to face with Marnie. "Don't you dare get any ideas with Father John much less fuck him like you always do when you meet men.You better repent yourself before it's too late." My aunt Marcie warned me bitterly and went back to join Beverly's side.

I felt dirty, embarrassed at her bitter words. How dare she tell me that?!

"(Y/N)? Can you please join me back inside." Father John said to me when he joined us. I forced a smile on my lips and tried my best to not break down and cry.

"O-Of course."

"Oh, Father John. Do you need any company?" Marcie said when we walked inside the church again. Beverly also sticking to her side.

"N-No thank you. You've both been of great help, but I can deal with her." Father John said when I went to sit down and the door closed behind us.

"Your mother is concerned." He speaks up when he makes sure no one is around.

I raise an eyebrow and he continues and quickly looks at me up and down at my usual clothing style. "About your looks and your acting."

Fucking knew it. She won't say it to my face but she always agrees with my aunt on most things. "Now now don't be upset, each of us went through a rebellious phase, others just like dressing alternatively."

I scoff and crossed my arms over my chest and sat down in front of the Father who was watching me closely. "It's been years since I've dressed this way, yes, it was a way to get attention but I enjoy my looks."

I'm in my late twenties and I think it's still stupid that my mother thinks that I need to change my ways to please others.

"Now, I understand. I didn't mean to offend you in anyway. People who are close minded don't accept the strange and unusual, there's good and bad in this world and all of that seems to disappear when people fix their eyes on people who dress like you."

This feels like back at school, when I would constantly get called in to talk with the psychologist.

"I for one think you look nice the way you do." This made me look back at him and I felt my heart beating faster.

I chuckle lowly and try to hide my face from the tall handsome Father. "That means a lot coming from someone who's very religious."

"Your way of dressing harms no one. People should see that instead of backtalking once they leave this holy place."

"Tell me about your life, (Y/N)."

"There's nothing interesting about me, I came back a year ago since I had no money and decided to join my mother back again since she's mostly alone. My dad died about three years ago, we weren't close but it did hurt when he left. I've had my fair share of partners-"

I joke and noticed Father John looking at me intently, paying close attention. "Have you acted upon your instincts towards any of them, sorry if I am making you uncomfortable."

Uncomfortable? Oh..now I get it.

"No I have not, many especially, Keane might think that I'm a slut, but no I am still pure." I smirk and feel a bit annoyed at that question. He's the first person I've told him that.

Everyone thinks I sleep around with men because of the way I dress and sometimes act, but no. I'd never give myself away to a stranger.

"What do you think of God?"

This made me look at him confused. Of course this question was going to be asked. I smile and shake my head, "He's never helped me. I sometimes believe he hates me, we were so poor back then. We had no way of coming back here to live, my mother couldn't afford that much and honestly? I was planning on selling myself for some money."

Father stayed silent while I continued. "He's never given us a home, money, clothes. We all need to work our asses. Why can't he help the poor? Joe Collie? Everyone sees him as a villain, a bad guy. Not me. He's just a guy who's misunderstood and wasn't guided correctly."

"And you blame that on God?" He suddenly spoke up.

".. I'm not sure." I answer truthfully.

Father smiles just a little and he slowly came and sat next to me. "God doesn't hate you. God loves us all, he is around even if we cannot see him. Sometimes he can be disguised as a person-"

"And so can the Devil." I tell and looked at him.

Father John glanced at me too, his dark eyes staring into my own. "Do you believe in the Devil as well?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't either. I might if something were to happen, Father."

We heard loud thunder once I said that, we looked around and noticed that the sky was now cloudy and dark. How long has it been since we've been talking?

Another thunder roared along with lightning, we felt a heavy breeze and it began to rain.

Father smiled at me and didn't seem to mind the harsh weather that was about to commence outside. "Please, call me John. Would you care to come to my home? I'm afraid I can't let you walk on your own in this rain."

I returned the smile and nodded my head. "I-If you're so kind, yes! It'll only be once the storm passes.

**********

I hit my head against the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut and moaned loudly as I held onto John's set of dark locks. He held my legs apart, placed them on his shoulders and began to eat me out. John moans against me while he brings his thumb to massage my clit, I cry out in pleasure and begin to move my hips when he begins to insert two then three fingers inside of me.

Both my hands move down to grip his hair tightly, "Please don't stop." his eyes darken when I moan those words.

Father John slides his is tongue slides inside of me, he then licks, sucks, slides a finger back inside of me, I am a moaning mess and for once I feel blessed that no one is around to interrupt me.

I feel my stomach getting tighter. John grips my hips tightly pulling me closer when I began to grind into his face. "J-John!" I tug onto his hair when he doesn't stop. "Father John!" Just then everything stopped and it felt like heaven.

I fall back onto his bed and see him slowly getting up to his feet. "I'm afraid my child, you'll have to cleanse yourself..to me entirely." I watch Father John closely, he begins to unbuckle his belt and begin to pull his pants down-

"(Y/N)." I sit up abruptly and held onto a pillow. I look around at my surroundings and found myself in Father John's small home.

The thunder and rain hasn't stopped at all, I didn't even realize that the lights had went off. "Are you okay?" John came in with a blanket and draped it over my shoulders.

He was just sitting in front of me a moment ago, reading a book outloud, the Bible probably. Was I seriously thinking of Father John in an unholy way? Was I really that bored from his Bible reading or was it to distract myself from the storm outside.

I felt my palms getting sweaty and I could feel my entire body growing hot. I have never thought of someone like this before, much less a Father. I have done many things before, but I am definitely going to hell for this.

"You seemed deep in thought? Is anything bothering you at all?" John began to ask, he then let our a soft chuckle.

"I apologise. I'm afraid I am not used to having visitors." I take a quick look at John and see his dark eyes on me.

"Are you perhaps afraid of the dark? Have you always been afraid of storms?"

I nod my head and continue to look up ahead, I can't face him not after what I just thought of him. My eyes wander over to his lap and I quickly look away and blush.

"Yes I-I've always been afraid. It's the only thing that hasn't changed. It's getting late, I have to go." I said standing up and was ready to leave but John stopped me.

"I cannot let a child of God wander on their own. Especially at a night like this, I wouldn't forgive myself now would our Lord."

I furrowed my eyebrows and knew there was no use in arguing with Father John. I slowly sat back down and hugged my legs together, I tensed up when I felt John's hand on my shoulder.

"Let us resume reading the holy Bible." John smiles to himself and reached for the Bible again. He opens it and begins to read from it.

"Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

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[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

Cet océan de passion 

Qui déferle dans mes veines

Qui cause ma déraison

Ma déroute, ma déveine

Doucement j'y plongerai

Sans qu'une main me retienne

Lentement je m'y noierai

Sans qu'un remords ne me vienne

Tu vas me détruire

Tu vas me détruire

Et je vais te maudire

Jusqu'à la fin de ma vie

Tu vas me détruire

Tu vas me détruire

J'aurais pu le prédire

Dès le premier jour

Dès la première nuit

I got the lyrics from https://lyricstranslate.com which also contained the translated version of one of my favorite songs from “Notre Dame De Paris” sung by the talented Daniel Lavoie as Frollo (He’s considered to be the best out all Frollo the interpretations by fans.) I just adore this piece along with “Être prêtre et aimer une femme” (Being a priest and be in love with a woman. Hopefully my basic French translated this corrected) alongside “Belle”, “Vivre” (to live), among others songs. Here’s the translated verse using this amazing page.:

Into this ocean of passion

which surges into my veins,

which causes to my insanity,

to my rout, to my rotten luck,

I'll dive softly

without a hand to restrain me.

I'll drown in there slowly

without fell a remorse..

you're going to destroy me,

you're going to destroy me...

and I'm going to curse you

until the end of my life.

you're going to destroy me,

you're going to destroy me...

I could have predict that

from the first day,

from the first night..

This piece is inspired by “Tu me vas a detruire” (You’re going to destroy me.) Originally Nick was not going to carry Riley’s body but rather hold her with an insane smile with the second verse of this song as the description or the third verse of the Italian version of this song “Mi distruggerai” I ended up changing the idea since it just looked awkward but I don’t think it captures much the spirit of the song. I don’t think this piece it nearly captures the spirit, but it did inspire me to do a Nick x Riley drawing (Since Nick canonically has a crush in the scientist.)

I also wanted to do another one with both of them with my favorite line from “Être prêtre et aimer une femme” but using the English version (which is probably one of the few I like since the English versions aren’t as great as the OG French songs.) I think that it was the best and most poetic translation from the OG French which translated to:

“The hell you go, I’ll go there too and it will be Paradise” 

(Not sure if it was like that, but I remember it translated to this.)

It is poetic along with the whole verse, but I like how the English version translated and altered (so it worked perfectly with the song in general):

“ For Hell, with you, is Paradise”

Which I thought it was more fitting to how I think Nick may feel about Riley, hating the fact that he loves her but living in this hell (Both games) will be paradise for him as long as she’s beside him. The drawing would be just them interacting with aggressive love reactions I suppose.

Ok, regarding this illustration it doesn’t really have a clear story or context. It’s just up for interpretation whether he’s carrying Riley’s lifeless body or she’s just unconscious. For me, it’s just Nick carrying Riley’s unconscious body across the stage to a safe place as he mutters to himself how much he hates the fact that he loves her.  They’re also human for dramatic purposes (The OG characters would look weird, but in future drawings I'll make up to the torso)

[justfanficccc]

BLESSED ARE THE MEEK

VII Song of Songs

Father Paul x Reader

Riley Flynn x reader

NSFW content

“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.”

- Song of Solomon 6:3

The next week is dull, since you have made yourself comfortable here for the time being you decide to start cleaning your dad’s old room and bagging up his old clothes for charity. There are some dirty things still sitting in the hamper, you pull a shirt out and hold it close. It still has his smell on it. Beer, sweat, and cigarettes. It should make you want to gag but this is the first time in months you've smelled him. You used to hate the way he smelled when he would hug you, his breath always smelled like coffee and Newports. His ashes sit in a small box on top of his dresser, no urn. Just a black box. You wouldn't know what it was if it didn't have the small white sticker with his name on it. You were supposed to be the one arranging the burial of his ashes. Anne can't even step into his room without breaking down so you decide to take on the task. She hasn't asked yet about what you have planned, she probably isn't ready yet and wants to keep him in the home as long as she can. Even if it's just dust in a box. Still holding the shirt you let out a small sniffle as you grab the box and hold it tight. “I'm sorry dad, I wish things were different. I wish I hadn't disappointed you.” You keep his shirt secretly and hide it away in your room, stealing small sniffs every once in a while when you miss him. The scent slowly fades.

By the end of the week, you have nearly finished and are feeling burnt out. Emotionally and physically. You think you'll head over to Flynn’s place and see if you can catch Riley. It’s Saturday so he's probably home.

“Do you ever wonder if nuns, and priests like…you know.” You make a crude gesture with your hand.

“Why the hell would I know?” Riley blurts out laughing and gives you a disgusted look.

“I mean I don't know! I just feel so bad for them, like maybe if Bev just like rubbed one out…” Riley interrupts.“Ya if she knew how maybe she wouldn't be so angry all the time.”

You both fall back onto the sand laughing hard until your stomach hurts. It's dusk, the sky is a dark blue, the stars are just barely coming into view. You both seem to like this, just laying there in silence for a while quietly enjoying each other's company. Once the sun finally sets you sit up still enthralled by the night sky.

“Do you think we ever go back, up there I mean?” Riley sits up listening to you carefully.

“How do you know that's where we came from in the first place?” He asks

“I don't know…something about it just feels like home.” You whisper.

Before you can process what is happening Riley's hand is cupping your cheek and pulling you close to him, his eyes open watching you react as your lips press together softly. You want to pull away at first, knowing you aren't interested in him romantically but you kiss him back. He's attractive, smells nice. Maybe this will keep your mind off of Paul for a little bit. His hands are gentle and kind, moving slowly up your shirt as he kisses you deeper. He sighs into your mouth.

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do that.” He smiles at you and you feel yourself blush. You have always thought he was good-looking but never really interested in him. You press into him hard wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him sweetly as his hands explore your body. “We need to go somewhere else, we could get caught.” He says breathlessly into your mouth. You pull him back to you, not listening, just wanting his touch to drown out your thoughts. He pulls back again watching as you eagerly reach for his belt. You quickly unzip his pants and feel him in your palm. His breath hitches as he feels your grasp. You work quickly as you pull him out of his boxers. His tip already dripping just from your touch. You feel yourself becoming hot as well, he's eager for you. He wants you, and that is exactly what you need right now, someone who wants you desperately. His head tilts back in pleasure as he lets out a quiet hum. He's like putty in your hands, you can feel the pulse of his cock. You shush him as you press your lips to his neck. After a few seconds, he pulls your hand away, lays you down onto the sand now straddling you, and pulls down your jeans and panties in a swift move. He tries to bury his head between your legs but you squeeze not really interested in that right now. Pulling himself back up he presses himself against your opening and pushes himself inside, you aren't nearly as wet as you were last Sunday. You lay there as he pumps himself deep inside, his full body weight on top of you now. He whispers sweetly in your ear as he works. He feels good, his warm breath in your hair, his hands softly caressing your face. “You’re s-so fucking p-pretty.” He croons as he shoves himself into you over and over. He finishes quickly, squirming a bit as he lingers on top of you. He pulls himself off of you and stands up looking around. You both dress yourselves again and quickly shuffle off of the beach. Walking hand in hand now in silence he glances over at you a few times trying to see what you are thinking. You notice but don't want to talk.

“Well, this is my stop.” He says standing in front of his house, hand scratching the top of his head.

“You sure you don't want me to walk you home?” He asks wearily.

“I'm a big girl, I can handle it.” You let go of his hand and smile quickly before turning around and heading down the street. Instead of heading home, you wander through the town slowly, breathing in the cold salty air.

You end up at the convenience store, they don't have many options so you go with your tried and true on a night like tonight, vodka. It’s cheap and smells like nail polish remover, it reminds you of high school parties. You usually don't smoke, you used to sneak some of your dad's cigarettes back when you were younger and share with your friends, but tonight you get some to take the edge off. You push the bottle into your sweater to hide it away as you walk home.

It’s a small clearing behind the church, you used to come here with Riley and your sister sometimes as kids. You pull out the bottle and take a few big swigs, then fumble in your pockets to find the lighter you had brought from home. You spark the end of the cigarette, the smoke hitting the back of your throat and traveling down into your chest, as you exhale you fall back and lay down with a muffled thud.

“What the hell am I doing.” You almost laugh at your own misery.

“What the hell am I doing!” You yell. You sip the bottle again while laying down. At this point, you are feeling the alcohol's effects your head buzzing a bit and your face feeling hot.

You sit up clumsily lighting another cigarette. You look up and into the distance, you see the church steeple.

“Oh sorry Jesus I forgot you can hear me,’’ you say slurring your words, and point at the church with the hand you're holding the bottle in.

You puff the cigarette and then use the bottom of your boot to extinguish it.

“Fuck it.” You say as you stand up wobbling. You get one more good sip before leaving the half-empty bottle on the ground.

“I'll be back for you friend, don't worry!”

Walking to the church was not a great idea, you are barely able to keep yourself from falling during the few minutes it takes to get there.

You grip the railing tightly as you walk up to the doors, your boots sound heavy on the stairs.

“Hellooooo,” you say in a sing-song voice entering the old building.

“Sorry I didn't bring any to share” you giggle as you saunter down the aisle talking to the crucifix as if Jesus can hear you.

“But I thought since y-you made water into wine it would be fine.” You hiccup.

“I'm pretty sure there's no rules about being fucked up at church, right?.” You flop yourself into the pew at the front of the alter. Splaying your arms wide settling them on the back of the wooden pew, your legs outstretched. You want to scream, yell at the statue in front of you for making you feel so dirty and guilty. Ever since you've been here it's all you have thought about.

“Envy, drunkenness, orgies, and things like these. I warn you, as I warned you before, that those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.” A dark, warm voice echo from behind you. Cutting off your train of thought.

“Galatians 5:12.”

You don’t even flinch, you'd known he would be here prepping for mass tomorrow. You watch him as he steps into your view.

“I mean I get the whole e-envy and drunkness being a sin but orgies? C’mon, that’s just kink-shaming.” You hiccup again.

“You should go home, Bev is nearby I can have her walk you-“

“-fat chance in hell.” You choke out, interrupting him.

“Actually I came here to talk to the big J.C. Father, we have some stuff to settle.” You say mischievously as you lay back into the pew.

“You need to leave.” He finally says sternly. But his eyes tell a different story and you notice. He looks helpless and worried. Instead of deterring you his sad puppy eyes only make you want to misbehave more.

“I have seriously been thinking about all of this lately, it's really starting to mess with my head” You point around in a circle.

He brings his hands to his face pinching between his eyebrows, he's getting irritated.

You flip around clumsily now laying on your stomach, your elbows resting on the hard seat of the pew, hands holding up your head. You bend your knees and swing your feet in the air.

“Father?” You say almost singing. He’s silent, still pinching his brow.

“Father,” You say sweetly, as innocently as you can now curling your pointer finger to summon him closer, with a devilish look in your eye.

“Please, stop.” He breathes heavily and takes a step back. Hmmm, struck a chord did we? You think.

“Don't what? Don't call you that?” You stand up slowly trying not to stumble and inch closer to him your eyes now locked on his. Now only inches away you can smell him again and it is intoxicating. “I thought you liked being called that Father, or do you prefer…my Shepard?” You stop right in front of him, your chest almost pressing against his abdomen, you look up at him, your eyes begging him to bend you over the pew right now and take you. If you were sober you'd feel bad about this, but you ache for him. Your need for him is too hot and strong to care now. His breath catches as you loop your finger around one of his belt loops and pull him closer to you.

“Please.” You whimper into him, now completely dropping the whole attitude you had a minute ago. “Please, ill do anything Father, please” you press your chin against his chest as you look up at him, his hands still at his side awkwardly he's practically vibrating trying to hold himself together. His eyes soften as he watches you plead.

Finally, he pulls his hands up to your face, gently rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“My lost little lamb.” he plays with a lock of your hair that has fallen onto your face.

“You don’t know what you are asking me.” He sighs and presses a long kiss against your forehead. You shut your eyes, they start to tear up.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” He says rubbing your shoulders now, it feels like he's trying to comfort you like you would a child, and it's humiliating. He pulls away, you want to stand there and disappear as his body leaves yours, you can feel the buzz wearing off. You oblige and follow him into the storage room of the church and out the back door. He helps you walk as you stumble to the rectory.

You sit on his small couch he starts the shower for you, you don't like people taking care of you, seeing you so vulnerable. He emerges from the bathroom and holds out a hand in front of you. You look up at him desperately. You take it and follow him into the bathroom.

“There are towels here and I-I think the shirt will fit.” He points at a pile of clothes sitting folded on top of the sink. “You just call out of you need anything.” You nod and watch as he walks out of the door. He leaves but notice he keeps the door cracked. You undress letting your boots fall to the floor with a thud. Once you are fully bare you step into the shower. As you wash your body you keep your head under the cool water trying to sober up as much as possible. You can't even tell if you’re crying at this point, you feel disgusting. You had just slept with Riley earlier tonight and now you were naked in a priest's home, very classy. As you finish up you look down at your feet noticing the water is tinged pink. “Are you kidding me?” You reach your hand down to check if you've started your period but there's nothing, it must be coming from somewhere else.

You step out of the shower and wrap your body in the soft towel he left for you. You’re leaving a trail of blood as you search the bathroom cabinets for bandages.

You hear a knock. “Everything all right in here?” Father Paul asks from the other side

“Yeah, Im bleeding. I dont even know where from honestly, do you have bandaids somewhere in here?” You hear the doorknob turn quickly. You pull your towel closer to you as he pushes his way into the bathroom.

“Are you hurt?” Father Paul grabs your arm hastily searching for the wound. He must see the large tattoo on your arm as he's looking but doesn't seem to care.

“No, no I'm ok. I don't even know where it is honestly I didn't know I hurt myself”

Without a beat, he guides you into his room quietly, basically forcing you down onto the bed.

“I’m fine. Seriously I can't even feel it” He doesn't seem to hear you as he reaches for your other arm to check it. Not finding anything he kneels down onto the ground pulling your leg up by your ankle he diligently searches you for the cut. You can't help but feel your stomach fill with butterflies, his sweet eyes gliding across your body. You never imagined this is why he would be on his knees in front of you.

“It’s not too bad, stay here.” You do as your told and stay still as he leaves to find a bandage. You look around his room. It’s exactly how you would have imagined, dark and boring. He returns and gets back into a kneeling position focusing on your leg. Gently he wipes away any blood with a cloth and dries the area. Then places a large Bandaid on the cut.

“Thank you.” You say sheepishly. Now basically sober you start to feel embarrassed as he stares at you. You pull the towel tighter around yourself.

He gets up noticing your shift in mood and grabs the t-shirt he left for you.

You change into it after he leaves the room and can't help but feel cozy as his shirt wraps around you, it smells like him. You rub the tattoo on your arm happy that he didn't say anything.

“What were you doing there, tonight?” You spin to see him leaning in the doorway of his room his arms folded over his chest.

“Well, I guess if I’m honest I had really just wanted to run into you. Maybe to confess some stuff. Hell maybe try to get my faith back. I-I don’t even know anymore.” You sit down on his bed your fingers nervously playing with the fabric of the blanket.

“You could have just asked me.” He says quietly.

“Asked you what?”

“For confession.” He answers.

“I don’t even remember how.” You mutter softly.

Paul shifts his weight and slowly comes and sits on the bed next to you.

“Well, first you would start with the sign of the cross, and then say. ‘Forgive me father for I have sinned ’.” he prompts as he waits for you to repeat him. You look at him almost amused. “I don't know I mean we aren't even at the church“ He knows you’re stalling,

“Go on.”

“Fine. Forgive me father I have sinned.” You say huffing as you do the sign of the cross quickly.

“How long has it been since your last confession?”

“I don't remember, it's been years” you scratch the top of your head ashamed.

“It’s ok” he places a hand over yours

“Ok, well…” you breathe hard as you think how much you want to share.

“I have been awful to my family, my sister is always upset with me.”

He nods, understanding “family can sometimes be hard to get along with, as long as you ask forgiveness I'm sure she will understand.”

“Sometimes I wish I could just disappear, for good. So I drink or do stupid, reckless things to try and take the pain away.” You look to him for support.

“What else do you do to take away that pain?” He asks, his eyes looking worried.

“Well…I” you stop, not sure whether to tell the whole truth of what happened tonight, you don't want him to know what you did with Riley.

“I did something that I think I will regret.” You look away and take your hand from his you don't want to dirty him with your sin.

“I think I made a mistake. And I know this mistake will hurt this person eventually. I didn’t mean to, it just happened” He looks at you, questions flying through his head.

“You think what happened at church was a mistake?” He places his hand on your bare thigh, his touch lighting up your core. He doesn't understand, you weren't talking about that, honestly, you thought that last Sunday was just a strange misunderstanding, that he may just have been a little too friendly.

“No Father not-not that not this.” You look at his eyes, wide and questioning. His brow is furrowed and his forehead wrinkling.

“I did something…sinful-” your words linger on your tounge.

“-with someone else. He was so sweet to me and I was so-” You stop to think about your words.

“I was confused, I needed to feel something, so desperately hungry to feel something.” He presses his hand harder into your thigh now gripping you, his touch switching from comforting to something else entirely. Is he angry with you? His grip tightens even more now, pulling your leg towards him. He brings his head closer to you slowly his mouth is so close to your ear his breath tickles you.

“You were hungry?” He asks now whispering into your hair you can feel his eyelashes as he blinks against your forehead.

“I needed to feel touched, to feel wanted. It was almost painful, the want that I felt.”

“Painfully hungry?” He asks now pressing his face into yours. Your breathing quickens as his hand moves up your body, one rests behind you on the bed propping him up the other coming up around your clavicle. His long fingers curl around the base of your neck gently. He rubs the side of it with his thumb tracing your pulsing vein.

“I would have helped you, given you what you needed” he coos into your ear as his hand moves to your cheek, pulling you gently so your nose touches his. His eyes are staring into yours but his eyelids are low. His gaze has changed from loving and comforting to animalistic and possessive.

“I-I didn’t want to ask that of you. I still don’t want to ask that of you. I shouldn’t have come-” He shushes you and strokes your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. You whine at the contact, your hips buck instinctively as he teases your mouth.

“Was it Riley?” He breaths heavily his voice trembling as he closes his eyes, he sounds so upset. You want to beg his forgiveness, you never wanted Riley, you just needed to feel something.

“I didn't want him, Father, I wanted you, I thought of you.” He kisses you softly at first his lips pressing chastely against yours his other hand presses into the small of your back.

“my little lamb” he whispers into your mouth and you unravel, you pull yourself on top of him straddling one of his legs. He sits still, his legs spread apart, feet on the ground. You press yourself onto his thigh rhythmically and reach down feeling him through in his jeans. “Father, Please. I need you.” You reach for his belt but he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand to his face. You don’t mind, you are perfectly fine just rubbing yourself pathetically on him like this. Even if it's all you get from him you'll be happy. He reaches around you pulling his shirt off of you, leaving you only in a bra and panties. You almost don’t even notice him unclasping your bra as you grind on him, you feel your clit pulsing as you rub into him. His hands gently trail down your body, softly groping all of the soft parts of you he can.

“God made you so perfectly.” He whispers into your shoulder, you pull him closer and tangle your hands into his dark hair. “Can I-can I take these off father?” You ask him quietly with your eyes closed still thrusting yourself into him. He doesn't answer, simply guides you off of him softly and kneels in front of you. He looks up at you with his big brown eyes and scans down to your soft stomach, eye level to him. He places his warm hands on your hips before turning you around and slowly hooking his fingers into the band of the lace panties and pulling them down, he rests his check into the warm curve between your ass and back. He pulls your panties to his nose “You smell heavenly.” You blush, never having anyone compliment you on your scent before. His free hand runs over your curves delicatly squeezing your softness. Once he finds your wetness his breath quickens, he stops and swiftly sits back onto the bed stuffing the thong into his pocket, he's keeping them. He pulls you back into him, your back now flush with the front of his shirt the back of your head sits on his broad shoulder. As you begin again, sliding yourself onto the harsh now soaked denim he pulls you closer one hand curled around the front of your neck and the other resting on your hip. You whine and squirm against him as he whispers quiet praises into your ear.

“Does it feel good, my sweet girl?” He murmurs softly into you, smelling your hair.

“Yes, F-father. So good.” You pant as you writhe against him. You can see his white collar out of the corner of your eye, his Adam's apple bobbing as he speaks.

“How good does It feel my little lamb? Is this what you were so hungry for?” His fingers grip your hips tighter now pushing onto himself helping you rock back and forth. His cheek now resting on your temple, watching you hump him he lets out a soft hum as your thigh brushes him through his pants.

“Father. Please, please don't stop.” You can feel it building in your legs as they start to tremble, he takes notice and steadies you with both strong arms, pushing his leg further into you.

“Tell me, sweet girl, is it Divine? Holy?” You push into him you feel the hot sticky pressure bubble in your stomach you let out a hum and almost cry as he kisses your shoulder.

“Jesus Chr-Paul please let me.”-you beg him reaching down to his pants you notice a small wet spot where you had been teasing him with your leg. Did he finish? Just from this? You are ripped back from your thoughts as he pulls your hand away again, gentle but stern.

“Thou shalt not take the lord's name in vain.” He whispers into you, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He’s being serious.

The mixture of guilt and pleasure pushes you over the edge you feel yourself explode, you close your eyes as tears fall down your cheeks, tiny flashes pop like fireworks behind your eyelids as you come down from the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced.

“thy love is better than wine” you sing out as your body falls into his, you feel him kiss you sweetly as he holds you here like this. His tender fingers comb your hair. The feeling of regret and confusion starts to take hold of you as you realize what you have done, what you both have done. You don't want to look at him, worried he will tell you to leave but you open your eyes and see him staring down at you. His face is not guilt-ridden or full of regret at all, he seems unphased as to what just happened, as if breaking his celibacy vow meant nothing.

“What am I going to do with you?” he whispers caressing your cheek. You hold onto the moment for as long as you can, you can't help but feel the need again. “No more, don't be greedy,” you think to yourself. He lays you down softly onto his bed and tucks you into his blankets. If you were in your right mind you'd have already left, ran home, and showered yourself clean. But the bed is so warm and you are tired and sore. As you try to fall asleep you keep your eyes on the back of him, watching as he undresses, his fingers moving slowly as he unbuttons and pulls off his shirt exposing his arms. He thinks you have gone to sleep, he takes off his undershirt and unbuckles his pants, and carelessly kicks them to the ground. God, he is perfect, tall and lean, not too muscular but you can see his shoulder muscles and biceps flex as he moves. He almost catches you as he turns, grabbing the towel you had used before him he leaves heading into the bathroom, as he turns on the showerhead you hear him singing hymns quietly.

“Come as you are, that's how I love you.

Come as you are, trust me again.

Nothing can change the love that I bear you.

All will be well, just come as you are.”

You know the song from church and hum along quietly as his voice lulls you to sleep.



[theirwolfbicanthrope]

"Wait. Not yet. Accept the pain you have wrought. Greater delights await. We wish to see you proceed."

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 25

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1872

Warnings: None

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note:  Written with the little free bird @fanficwriter013​

Chapter 25: Dress Shopping

The following day things went into major Bonding Ceremony planning mode.  We had a week and a half for the whole thing to be prepared.  Thankfully most of the organization was not exactly up to us.  There was a date, venue, and chefs with an arranged menu all just built into the fact this was a royal event.  The high-priest was on call.  So we really just had to worry about the clothes.  Which was still an issue given the short time frame.

Because only Thor had friends and family to help him pick out his clothing the rest of us formed trios just to help decide on the designs.  We wouldn’t see the end result until the day, but that way we at least had some people who would be secret and some that we helped make the choice.

Tony, Steve, and Clint formed one group, Bruce, Bucky, and Sam another, while Wanda, Natasha, and I would be helping each other choose dresses.

It was early in the morning that the tailors arrived and we split up.  Natasha, Wanda, and I were in my bedroom in a sea of fabric, sketches and potential dresses on hangers trying to find something perfect, or to at least mix and match things until we got to what we considered perfect.

I was going through the racks while Wanda and Natasha were putting fabrics in piles of yes, no and maybe.  I took a dress off the rack that was made in a material like chiffon that had a skirt that was sheer and pleated.  The neckline plunged down to the stomach and around the waist and around the trim, there was an intricate gold filigree that ran up, forming capped sleeves.

“What about this, Tasha?  It looks very you.”  I said, holding the dress up to her.

Natasha tilted her head and looked it up and down.  “I’d have to see it on.”  She said.  “I’m still not sure if I want a white dress.”

“If you like the design, we can change the fabric, my lady.”  One of the tailors said.  “It will be made to fit you exactly of course.”

Natasha nodded.  “I’ll try it on and see what it looks like.”

Two of the tailors took the dress off me and bustled Natasha behind a screen where they started stripping her off and dressing her again.  I went and sat on the bed next to Wanda and started looking through fabrics that Natasha might like with that dress design.

Natasha stepped out from behind the screen and I nearly burst into tears.  It was her dress.  She looked the blend of beautiful, sexy, dangerous and soft that was exactly who Natasha was.  She was right, white wedding dresses weren’t for her, but the design was perfect.

“What do we think?”  Natasha said, turning around and pulling the skirt out so it floated around her as she moved.  “Maybe in black?”

Wanda squeaked and I covered my mouth.  “Oh my god! Oh my god, Tasha!”

“What?”  Natasha asked, looking down.

“You look so beautiful,”  I said, waving my hands in front of my eyes.  “I’m gonna cry.”

“But in black.  Right?”  Natasha asked.

“What about red?”  Wanda asked.

“Oh, yes,” Natasha said looking at herself in a mirror.  “Red would work really well.”

“It would be perfect in red.”  I agreed.

“Alright,”  Natasha said coming over and looking at the different colors they had available in the fabric that was in the dress.  “What about you two slowpokes?”

“I like this fabric,”  I said holding up a soft shimmering fabric that blended from purple to blue to gold to green, like an oil slick.  I liked that it had a color that represented each of them and how each color blended into the next.  “But I haven’t found a design I like.”

“That fabric is very you,” Natasha agreed.

I got up and started to look at the dresses on the racks again, this time with the piece of fabric that I wanted.  Wanda got up with me and started going through them too.

“I keep coming back to this one,” she said pulling out a dress with a satin corset and a layered, fabric a little like mesh and a little like chiffon.  It came with a lace shrug, a slightly different shade of off white than the rest.   “But white is the wrong color.”

“Try it on,” I said.

“Alright, bossy.”  Wanda teased, going behind the screen with the dress.

As the tailors helped Wanda into her dress there was a thud and scratch sound at the door.

Natasha’s head snapped towards the door.  “What was that?”  She said.  “The boys know they’re under penalty of death if they come anywhere near here.”

I went and opened the door a crack to discover Riley and Pietro standing there.  They were supposed to be with Thor and had obviously snuck out of his room because Pietro was dragging Mjolnir behind him.

“What the hell?”  I said opening the door more.  Riley came running in and Pietro swung the hammer up and toddled in after her.

“Solynshka,” Natasha said seriously.  “That is not a toy.  That is Daddy Thor’s.”

“Dis mew mew,” Piet said swinging it around.

“Shit!  Piet!  No, honey!”  I yelped, jumping back.

“Pietro, give that to Mama,” Nat said, holding her hand out.

“No, mama,” he whined and Riley took the hammer from him and tried to use it like a hobby horse.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two,” Natasha said firmly.  “This is not a toy!”

“Sowwy, mama,” they said together and they both dragged it over to Natasha.

“That’s better,”  Natasha said and picked up the hammer.  Just like that.  No ceremony.  No thinking about it.  Just reaching down and picking her up.  There was a crackle in the air and she tossed it, so it flipped in the air and she caught it again.  “I’ll just take this.”

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova!”  I yelped.

She stopped and looked at Mjolnir in her hand.  “I didn’t think this through,” she said.  “How do I give this back to Thor?”

“Do you not want him to know?”  I asked.

She shook her head.  “I don’t need that kind of pressure.”

“Umm, change.  Then put it under some fabric and then sneak it back out there.”  I said.

“Okay,” she said.  She picked up the fabrics she’d been going through and showed them to the tailors.  “These ones.”

They took her behind the screen with Wanda and while they helped her out of her dress, the others continued pinning different things to Wanda’s.  “I hope I don’t need to pee while I’m in this,” Wanda said.

“You’ll need a team.”  Natasha teased.

I took two dresses off the rack.  One had a similar fabric to Natasha’s dress, sheer and floaty.  The hem of the skirt was etched with intricate gold filigree that reached up to mid-knee, while the bust had an asymmetric neckline and one sheer sleeve.  Both the neckline and sleeve had the same filigree design.  The other was halter neck with a plunging neckline and what looked like gold butterflies grouped around the waist.  The skirt of the second was simple and made of a thicker fabric than the first.  “One of these?”  I asked.

“Dat one, mommy,” Pietro said pointing to the first dress.

“Aw, baby, helping your mommies pick out their wedding - uh - bonding dresses,” Wanda said stepping out from the screen.  “What do we think of this?”

“Oh, yes,” I said nodding. “Piet, what do you think?”

Wanda turned and spun, her skirt flaring out.  

“You wook pweety, Daj,” Pietro said.

“Like a queen,” I said.  “In red too?”

“Yes, I think so.”  She said coming over to look at the fabrics.

Natasha came out in her regular clothes and grabbed a pile of fabric.  She hid Mjolnir under it and headed to the door.  “Okay, I’m taking this back.  And I agree with Piet.  The one on the left.”

I went behind the screen and the tailors started fussing around me as Natasha headed out.  “Just swinging Mjolnir around like it’s nothing,” I said.

“She’ll make a fine queen.” One of the tailors said.  “We knew of her fearlessness and strength.  Of her wit and intelligence.  To also be worthy of Mjolnir?  Asgard will be blessed.”

“I could hold Mjolnir.”  Wanda huffed.

“Have you attempted as such?”  The tailor asked.

“No,” Wanda said.

“Well, if it is true, we will be twice blessed.  But until you try you are not worthy.”  She explained.  “Part of your worth is judged by your willingness to attempt it.”

“Not that you will not be a great queen either way,” a different tailor said, almost scolding the first.  “We know of you as well.  Very powerful.”

“Weird how none of the boys can lift it,” I said.  “Also weird how that’s just a thing they try and do when they get drunk.  Though I don’t think I’ve ever seen, Bucky, Sam or Steve every try.”

“Steve tried once,” Natasha said, coming back into the room.

“Did he lift it?”  I asked.

“It wobbled a little, but no.” She said.  “Are you dressed?  Are you pretty?”

I looked down at the tailor who was crouched, pinning up the hem of the skirt.  She stuck one more pin into it and nodded and I stepped out.

“Oh my god!”  Wanda squealed.

“Yeah?”  I asked, spinning for them.

“That’s the one,” Natasha said approvingly.

“Okay, yay!”  I said.  “Not too hard in the end.”

“Just need color,” Wanda said.

“What do you think, Piet?  Do you think any of your daddies will cry when they see us?”  Natasha asked.

“Umm…”  Pietro hummed.  “Daddy Steeb… Daddy Tony… Daddy Sam… Daddy Cwint.”

Natasha chuckled and ruffled his hair.

The tailors began to fuss around Wanda and I collecting up the fabrics we liked and sketching things into little books.  

“We should get the boys drunk tonight and then bet them we can’t lift the hammer,” Natasha said looking at the sketches the women had ready for her.

I laughed hard.  “The looks on their faces when they see you lift it would be amazing.”

“You could do it too,” Natasha said.  “No problem.”

“I’m not a hero,” I said simply.

“That’s not what being worthy is,” Natasha said.

“It can’t just mean nice, or it would say nice,” I said with a shrug.

“You’re fit to be a queen here.”  Natasha pressed.

“I got pregnant.  Lots of people can do that.”  I argued.

“Elise Cooper,”  Natasha scolded.  “You can calm the Hulk with a simple word.  You have physically fought to protect this family.  You are brave and strong and smart.  Know your worth.”

“Alright, alright.  I’ll try.”  I said, holding my hands up in defeat.

The tailors finished up, showing us their sketches with the fabric swatches.  When we all agreed on what we wanted, Wanda and I changed back into our regular clothes and we all headed back into the living room.  It was quite exciting to have the dresses chosen.  We were just that little bit closer to getting to spend the rest of what would be very long lives together.

// NEXT

[eddycurrents]

For the week of 22 July 2019

Quick Bits:

A Walk Through Hell #12 concludes what has been an excellent horror tale from Garth Ennis, Goran Sudžuka, Ive Svorcina, and Rob Steen with another trip into existential terror as we’re given a glimpse of what this is all about and what’s coming.

| Published by AfterShock

Action Comics #1013 keeps a lot of plates spinning as it works through elements of “Year of the Villain”, Event Leviathan, the ongoing Invisible Mafia story thread, and the Rose and Thorn revival. It’s kind of impressive as to how it remains entertaining and engrossing with as much going on.

| Published by DC Comics

Age of Conan: Bêlit #5 is another ending this week, as we finish off Bêlit’s coming of age origin story, as she confronts the Stygian priest and lays claim to her title of Queen of the Black Coast. Great art from Kate Niemczyk, Scott Hanna, Andrea Di Vito, and Jason Keith.

| Published by Marvel

Amazing Spider-Man #26 introduces us to the new Sinister Syndicate fully as they plan an attack on Boomerang. It’s kind of funny to see him still getting into trouble even now that he’s trying to stay legit. Great art from Kev Walker and Laura Martin.

| Published by Marvel

Ascender #4 gives us a few surprises in the fight between the vampires and the resistance. The grey washes, with mixes of red, from Dustin Nguyen on the vampire’s throneworld is very impressive.

| Published by Image

Batgirl #37 launches the new creative team of Cecil Castellucci, Carmine Di Giandomenico, Jordie Bellaire, and AndWorld Design with part one of “Oracle Rising”. There’s a nice battle with Killer Moth, emphasizing what some villains are doing in order to try to get noticed by Luthor to receive the offer, while playing up the expense that goes into crimefighting. Also, the Terrible Trio unleash something probably not too good.

| Published by DC Comics

Dark Red #5 concludes the first arc as Chip and Evie try to fight off an army of Nazi vampires. It’s good, with some nice funny moments. Great art from Corin Howell and Mark Englert.

| Published by AfterShock

Detective Comics #1008 is a straight-forward single issue story of Batman and Joker at the circus from Peter J. Tomasi, Doug Mahnke, Jaime Mendoza, Dave Baron, and Rob Leigh. It’s a refreshing change of pace from the extended arcs, even as it sets up a new threat in the “Year of the Villain” offering.

| Published by DC Comics

Dial H for Hero #5 gets a little meta as we dive into the Multiverse, the Heroverse, and the Bleed from Sam Humphries, Joe Quinones, Scott Hanna, Jordan Gibson, and Dave Sharpe. The use of breaking through panels, reproductions of old comics scenes, and a variation of styles just deliver phenomenal storytelling.

| Published by DC Comics / Wonder Comics

Dungeons & Dragons: A Darkened Wish #2 continues to fill in the backstory of the adventurers’ time with the White Sails, introducing us to the pitfalls that harried them, before giving more hints in the present of the nightmare that tore them apart. B. Dave Walters, Tess Fowler, Jay Fotos, and Neil Uyetake are delivering an entertaining fantasy tale here.

| Published by IDW

Fearless #1 is a new three-issue anthology mini-series spotlighting a number of the women of Marvel, both characters and creative talent. This first issue leads off with a continuing lead feature from Seanan McGuire, Claire Roe, Rachelle Rosenberg, and Janice Chiang, as Sue Richards, Carol Danvers, and Storm prepare to visit a girls camp as motivational speakers. There’s also an entertaining Mille the Model back-up from Leah Williams, Nina Vakueva, Rosenberg, and Chiang. And a very funny Jessica Jones story from the Captain Marvel team of Kelly Thompson, Carmen Carnero, Tamra Bonvillain, with Chiang. Though short, that last story is pretty much worth the price of the issue alone.

| Published by Marvel

Five Years #3 sees Tambi meet with Ivy and Julie to discuss that various nations around the world are dangerously developing Phi-alloy technology. Also a surprise appearance of people we thought were out. Great art as always from Terry Moore.

| Published by Abstract Studio

The Flash #75 delivers three stories for this extra-sized anniversary issue. The lead concludes the “Year One” arc. This is some of the best art that I have ever seen from Howard Porter, he and Hi-Fi just deliver amazing artwork here. There are also two back-ups, one hinting at things to come in the future for Barry and the other tying in to “Year of the Villain” as Captain Cold receives Luthor’s offer.

| Published by DC Comics

Guardians of the Galaxy #7 begins the second arc, “Faithless”, from Donny Cates, Cory Smith, David Curiel, and Cory Petit. It really introduces us to the new Universal Church of Truth as they take out an entire squadron of the Nova Corps and then worse things happen as the Guardians go off to investigate. I love the name for the Guardians’ new ship and that final page is one hell of a shock.

| Published by Marvel

History of the Marvel Universe #1 is an interesting project from Mark Waid, Javier Rodríguez, Álvaro López, and Joe Caramagna. It’s framed as Galactus telling Franklin Richards (at least I think that’s Franklin Richards) the history of the universe before it dies and the next is reborn. As expected, it’s dry facts, but it’s fascinating in how it’s comprehensively presented and the artwork from Rodríguez and López is jaw-dropping gorgeous. There are also annotations in the back to show where these events come from. It’s well put together and I highly recommended it to die-hard Marvel fans.

| Published by Marvel

Invisible Kingdom #5 concludes the first arc with an almost entirely one-sided battle between the Sun Dog and a Lux battleship. G. Willow Wilson, Christian Ward, and Sal Cipriano elevate the tension nicely through this issue and give a few surprises when everything seems grim and it looks like the end.

| Published by Dark Horse / Berger Books

Killer Groove #3 wonderfully showcases one of Jackie’s cases as it intertwines with the music scene and criminal underworld. Ollie Masters, Eoin Marron, Jordie Bellaire, and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou are doing a nice job with this series of crafting one larger story out of many separate smaller tales.

| Published by AfterShock

Lazarus: Risen #2 is another dense read. The series has always been hefty, but this new format has elevated things further, doubling up comics content and adding a prose short story, the letters pages, and extra content like gaming material and the usual in-world advertisements. I’m loving it. Greg Rucka, Michael Lark, Tyler Boss, Santi Arcas, Simon Bowland, Adam Christopher, and Crystal Frasier are definitely giving you your money’s worth and more here. Excellent comics content as the war between Carlyle and Morray/D’Souza heats up.

| Published by Image

Livewire #8 pits Amanda versus Jada for a final round. It’s still interesting how practically everyone is trying to portray Amanda’s actions as harmful and villainous. Great art from Kano.

| Published by Valiant

Martian Manhunter #7 sees J’onn and Diane uncover some of the results of the experiments that have been going on with the kidnapped and missing people, it’s horrifying. Incredible and haunting artwork in this one from Riley Rossmo and Ivan Plascencia. 

| Published by DC Comics

Marvels: Epilogue is a short, but sweet, coda to the Marvels series from Kurt Busiek, Alex Ross, John Roshell, and Richard Starkings. It spotlights events from X-Men #98 through the eyes of Phil Sheldon and his daughters, capturing some of the awe, wonder, and terror that Sheldon experienced during the main series. The book is filled out with an interview with Busiek and Ross on their experience with the series and what it’s like to look back on it 25 years later, as well as interviews with the editors who worked on the book.

| Published by Marvel

Middlewest #9 sets out a new quest for Abel as he comes across the Nowak people. Skottie Young, Jorge Corona, Jean-Francois Beaulieu, and Nate Piekos are continuing to make magic with this series. The art is beautiful and the story is endlessly captivating.

| Published by Image

Psi-Lords #2 continues to investigate these four captives, changed for whatever reason by the Psi-Lords, and the habitat of their prison. An interesting jail hierarchy of gangs is revealed and a bit of a memory of the four’s lives before being captured. Gorgeous art from Renato Guedes.

| Published by Valiant

Star Pig #1 is weird. Very weird. Delilah S. Dawson, Francesco Gaston, Sebastian Cheng, and Shawn Lee give us the story of a kid on her way to space camp whose ship is struck and destroyed by an asteroid, saved by a space pig and a scavenger energy ball. It’s probably one of the more unique tales I’ve seen in a while.

| Published by IDW

Sword Master #1, like Aero before it, features two stories. In the first, Greg Pak adapts into English a tale from Shuizhu and Gunji of the titular hero, Lin Lie, and his quest to find his missing father. It’s an interesting start and the artwork from Gunji is gorgeous. The back up original story pairs Shang-Chi up with Lin in a story from Greg Pak, Ario Anindito, Rachelle Rosenberg, and Travis Lanham. It follows up on their appearance in the New Agents of Atlas tie-in to “War of the Realms” and presents an interesting antagonist on their trail.

| Published by Marvel

Valkyrie #1 is a wonderful debut from Jason Aaron, Al Ewing, CAFU, Jesus Aburtov, and Joe Sabino. We get some continued supporting cast from Jane Foster’s time as Thor, although with a new status quo, and an interesting hook in trying to track down Dragonfang, the former Valkyrie’s sword. The art from CAFU and Aburtov is beautiful.

| Published by Marvel

Warlord of Mars Attacks #2 continues this crossover of John Carter and Mars Attacks. It’s interesting how it incorporates Edgar Rice Burroughs’ stories as actual things in this world and explains how Mars as a dead planet and one as teeming with life as Barsoom could exist simultaneously.

| Published by Dynamite

The Weatherman Vol. 2 #2 gives us more of a look at the nightmare that has consumed Earth as the crew attempt to find the doctor who might be able to fix everything. It goes about as well as could be expected. The monster designs and execution from Nathan Fox and Moreno Dinisio are incredible.

| Published by Image

Web of Venom: Funeral Pyre #1 is another one-shot catching up on the wider world of Venom as we barrel headlong into Absolute Carnage. Cullen Bunn, Joshua Cassara, Alberto Alburquerque, Jay David Ramos, and Clayton Cowles give us a great story checking in with Andi Benton, the former Mania and occasional sidekick to Flash Thompson’s Venom.

| Published by Marvel

Wonder Woman #75 continues “Return of the Amazons” from G. Willow Wilson, Xermanico, Jesus Merino, Vicente Cifuentes, Romulo Fajardo Jr., and Pat Brosseau. This arc basically brings Wilson’s run around full circle to deal with some of the elements that kicked off her first issue as Diana faces off against Grail. Some really nice double page spreads with border art from Xermanico.

| Published by DC Comics

Other Highlights: Archie #706, Archie vs. Predator 2 #1, Bone Parish #11, Books of Magic #10, Clue: Candlestick #3, Curse Words #23, Doctor Strange #16, Farmhand #10, Freedom Fighters #7, Grumble #8, House of X #1, Justice League Dark #13, Lumberjanes #64, Magic: The Gathering - Chandra #3, Magnificent Ms. Marvel #5, Marvel Action: Avengers #6, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #41, Night Moves #5, Redneck #22, Secret Warps: Arachknight Annual #1, Shuri #10, Star Trek: The Q Conflict #6, Star Wars #69, TMNT: The Rise of the TMNT - Sound Off #1, Tony Stark: Iron Man #14, The Wicked + The Divine #44

Recommended Collections: Black Panther - Book 7: The Intergalactic Empire of Wakanda Part 2, Go-Bots - Volume 1, Harrow County: Library Edition - Volume 3, House of Whispers - Volume 1: The Power Divided, James Bond: Origin - Volume 1, Lodger - Volume 1, Lumberjanes - Volume 12, Savage Sword of Conan - Volume 1: The Cult of Koga Thun, Self/Made, Star Wars Adventures - Volume 6: The Flight of the Falcon, Thor of Realms, William Gibson’s Alien 3

d. emerson eddy might well be a space lord.

[syndianites]

The Family You Make

Ship: Syndianite (Tom x S1 Dianite)

Summary: Dianite always kept a close eye on his followers. Some he felt little connection to, in an ironic twist where they focused too much on seeking power or always asked for favors with no returning sacrifices. Others he held a nearly unbreakable bond with. With these followers, they seemed to group together. Perhaps part of their connection to him, or a kindred ship from their unique outtakes on being a Dianitee, brought them together. When he looks at those Tom had gathered around him, he knew they would raise hell for him. And he would do the same

AN: I was (trying) working on my tshirt design for a school thingie, and I was passively rewatchin season 1 in Tom’s POV, and the comradery between Tom and Nade and the Modesteps (and, amusingly, Champwan) reminds me so much of a band of brothers. Its adorable.

 Dianite was supposed to be working on paperwork (Goddammit Jared, he thought with a touch of fondness for the problematic child). On one hand, he could just bullshit it all and charm people to believe it was perfect. On the other, he could just remove the problem altogether. (It was the same damned Mianitee causing trouble for Jared, trying to force him to leave the city. Though it might upset his brother, he would probably just take the dipshit out. She wasn’t that important)

Though he was mostly confined to the Nether (the recent disagreement with Mia left Ianite with little choice but to keep them in separate worlds until it smoothed over) it would be no trouble to remove one Maria Stevoi from Stricker’s Reach. (He made a note to have Addison check up on Jared, he hadn’t been doing well since his parents left him). However, his biggest concern was his dear champion, once more finding himself in trouble.

Like the angry little child he liked to be, he had waged a war against the local Mianitees. He had been doing rather well, at one-point fighting on behalf of his brothers, until his opposition found his house. Not only had they taken Skeletor from the zombie (though he had since returned the horse to his temple), they had removed many of his instruments for war. Needless to say, his champion had not been faring terribly well last he had seen.

He wasn’t too keen on entering the Overworld, Ianite wasn’t one for losing the peace she installed, so he made his way to his mirror room. Now, those who had seen the room (as is Furia) would believe it was his room of obsessing over the lives of his followers. (It is not Furia, fuck you. These lava pools are special enchanted to keep track of set personnel for security reasons). Each pool was honed in on the location of particular followers of his, though he had a few exceptions with potential enemies. Through these, he often entertained himself keeping up with his savage following.

After sparing a glance at Jared’s mirror (He was laying down a trap that was fundamentally flawed. He gave it a quick fix), he settled in his cushion (It is not a cushion for mother, I swear I will smite your ass Furia) facing Tom’s pool. (It had been an interesting challenge to keep them vertical, though the glass he added a nice visual effect). The sight that greeted him was not unusual.

The zombie was holed up in Nade’s house, plotting his next move. (He found it rather amusing how he preferred being referenced to as Nade, though he was aware of the past that haunted the name Matt). The two were adamantly making new war preparations, Tom dragging the unconfident OpTic along. Despite his recent string in failures against their foes (Had Tom not gotten revenge for him, the Mianitees would have faced much dire consequences. The Captain would have received a different, more subtle consequence, to avoid upsetting his sister) he was still determined to help in any way.

It was well into the night, the two starting to feel the hours, when two more mortals appeared. Tony and Josh Modestep came bearing a bag of food. (Many are confused when they first meet the older brother, unable to discern whether he was in fact a penguin for not. This came as a great source of foolery for them, as they could keep the charade up for months before the bewildered people would figure it out, or politely be corrected. The costume wasn’t particularly convincing, most people were just unaware what a real penguin looked like). They had been AWOL for a long time, but were never far. Once they heard the of the events passed they were quick to set up many plans for pranks. (An Ianitee was not going to be thrilled in the coming future).

Though they brought no items for battle, along with the food Josh was hefting a large bag over his soldier. He gently placed it on the ground, and let the contents fall out. The relaxed figure of Champwan sat on the ground, completely unconcerned with being surrounded by Dianitees. (Despite his allegiance with the priest, who was most definitely allied with Mianite, Champwan had basically adopted by the Dianite crew. The Nether god himself had found himself with a growing attachment for the priest’s assistant). After helping Tom, and the Modesteps (though few knew of this happening), he was graciously accepted as a pseudo brother.

(As Dianite took more interest in his unofficial follower, Furia even gained respect for the small man. He proved to be fierce in battle, far more skilled then any of the inhabitants of the land, and the closest in skill to the fiery demon. Though he would never admit it, he was impressed by the small human. At some point, the Nether god considered offering Riley the position of his priest. Declan would have to live with losing his understudy.)

The group chose to enjoy each other’s company, bitching about the Mianitees, getting drunk (though Champ seemed to hold his liquor well, completely unaffected), and confessing their deepest secrets. (“Nade, my main man, I must say, I just, love, love your fine ass, fine ass base.” The tipsy zombie draped himself across his lap, “And that bootay.” He snickered. “Dia’s is better though.” This brought a chorus of laughs, and a small smirk from Riley. “Well,” Josh continued the thought, “We should get a real professional,” he exchanged a smirk with Tony, “One of them real fancy ones,” he broke out into giggles, “And have them make us a banner with his ass on it.” He lost all pretense of composure, “We could go into battle, and destroy everyone. They’d be too in awe of his divine booty to fight!” Champ made a mental note to tell Dec about that one.)

They stayed up well into the morning, before Tom passed out drunk, wrapped around Riley, an unfortunate victim to his octopus cuddling method. (He didn’t mind though. At the same time he knew he could easily kill Tom, he also knew the zombie wouldn’t willingly hurt him). Nade came across two extra beds (specifically meant for the Modesteps) and set them at the end of the two there already. With some help, they managed to get Tom and Riley onto the bed (the zombie would not let go, and Riley didn’t have the heart to push him off). The group piled on top of each other and were content to sleep off the rest of the day.

Dianite spent this time watching them, as well as his other children, followers, dammit Furia. He made certain the accommodations for his past knight were up to the highest standard. (In reality, she had been his champion, but he couldn’t call her that, not when he was still working so hard on bringing Tom back. She understood. Felicia had chosen the title herself, despite the previous placeholders going for something more entitled (one had tried for Lord, but was amusedly shot down. He stuck with baron). Felicia had been the High Knight for many years, starting at the ripe age of 23, ending her reign at age 61. Twenty years later, she can still kick your ass. The god knew she didn’t care, but he wanted to let her live the rest of her life in luxury. Overall, she was grateful he still cared. (Even Furia made the occasional visit, if only to spread some gossip to her. Then to gripe about how this generation is worse than hers).

The rest of the time, beyond eavesdropping on his beloved and his family, he fucked around with the fools who chose to inconvenience his other followers. Beyond the situation with a drunkard attempting to make a move on little Daniel, (He was barely 9, yet he had seen more shit than many men see in their lifetime. Born and raised as a sex slave, he lost his tolerance once his mom was beaten to death. Dianite never asked for anything in return from the child), there was little trouble they couldn’t handle. (Said drunkard was a pile of ashes, and his child, yes Furia, I will admit to that one being my child, was happily walking away with a fresh batch of cookies.

Still, the immortal was bored. His agents of chaos were rather tame today, though he knew Tom and Nade were ready to roll in destruction, and even Furia being domestic. (He was working on his garden, filled with both exotic and mundane vegetation. Though it was difficult to cultivate some of the weaker plants without water, the fire entity managed it). In a fashion better suited for his people, he followed the whim of one of his lesser ideas.

Red and Gold dye in hand, Dianite sent himself to the base of Nade. The slumbering people, minus Riley, who slept light due to his disaster of a past, were innocently unaware of the event about to take place. He surveyed the items the god held, and whispered to him, “You should draw a dick on Tony’s butt. It’ll either take days to find it, or he won’t be the first to see it.” Champ wiggled his eyebrows and shifted the sleeping Tom to a better position for assault. With a smirk, the god set to work.

 (In their confused hungover agony, Champwan took great pleasure in the expressions that littered their faces as they noticed the marks left on them. He claimed innocence, and they knew better than to fight him on it. Nade sported lovely racooned eyes, one red, one gold, with a reddened neck to complete the look. Tony sported the words ‘BOTTOM BITCH’ across his forehead, to which he swore up and down he would always be top. Josh’s face was littered with flowers, sparkles, and hearts. He wasn’t terribly bothered by it, but rather the constant teasing his brother kept going. Tom sported a dusting of gold freckles (an inside joke of sorts), and many dicks spread out on his cheeks. He would later find the finely scrawled ‘Mine’ at the very bottom of his back. Despite many attempts to scrub the letters off, they refused to be removed for nearly two weeks.”

(AN: Sorry for the suuuuuuper late upload. I was working on my t-shirt thing. Mostly thumbnails right now, gonna start the rough draft after work tomorrow. Then I can pretend it looks good, and figure out if I want to marker it, or color pencil it 😊. I think this is my longest fic so far. I’m simultaneously proud, and pretty sure I went on the most tangents in this one. Oh well. )

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, February 13th

BUFFY: You wanna take Tara out of here against her will? You gotta come through me. DAWN: And me! Tara smiles. Dawn walks up to stand beside Buffy. They both give Mr. Maclay the same steely glare. MR. MACLAY: Is this a joke? (steps down one of the stairs) I'm not gonna be threatened by two little girls. DAWN: You don't wanna mess with us. BUFFY: She's a hair-puller. Giles walks up behind them. GILES: And ... (puts on his glasses) you're not just dealing with, uh, two little girls. Tara smiles even more. XANDER: You're dealing with all of us. SPIKE: 'Cept me. XANDER: 'Cept Spike. SPIKE: I don't care what happens. MR. MACLAY: This is insane. You people have no right to interfere with Tara's affairs. *We* ... are her blood kin! Who the hell are you? Shot of Giles, Dawn, Buffy, Willow, Tara, Xander, and Anya all standing together in a group, with Spike in the background. BUFFY: We're family.

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

"Fuck Joss Whedon": a found poem of AO3 tags (T) by thenewbuzwuzz

In Your Lifetime (Xander/Spike, M) by skargasm

At The Subterranean Vampire Cabaret (Xander, Priest (2011) crossover, T) by ProwlingThunder

Sisterstill (Wesley/Fred, Wesley/Illyria, T) by EgoDominusTuus

Natural Attraction (Angel x vamp!reader, not rated) by prose-for-hire

[Chaptered Fiction]

And I Still Do (Love You), Chapter 34 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Slaymesoftly

And I Still Do (Love You), Chapter 34 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Slaymesoftly

The Way She Moves (Like She's Clawing Her Way Out), Chapter 1 of 2 (Giles/Faith, M) by stereokem

Ghost in my Home, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Faith, M) by RedWolfBlack

Special Deliveries, Chapter 2 (Faith/Kara Danvers, Supergirl crossover, T) by AcathlaSolace

A New Compadre, Chapter 1 (Giles/OC, M) by Ali3ghouse

Confessions We Won’t Admit | pt.2 (Xander/reader, not rated) by beauenfer

And I Still Do (Love You), Chapter 34 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Slaymesoftly

Pretty Petals, Chapter 28 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dusty

Mortal Allies Series, Episode 4: My Turn, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

Run, Buffy, Run, Chapter 36 (Xander, Buffy, Faith, multiple crossovers, FR18) by cmdruhura

Working for the Weekend, Chapter 8 (Ensemble, non-crossover, FR15) by dogbertcarroll

The Burbank Wedding, Chapter 26 (Caridad the Slayer, Chuck crossover, FR18) by Starfox

The One Eyed Carpenter and the Moon Maid, Chapter 10 (Xander, surprise crossover, FR13) by JoeB

One Wayward Alpha, Chapter 3 (Xander/Dean Winchester, Supernatural crossover, FR15) by calikocat

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Riley/Spike Valentine art (worksafe) by emmatheslayer

Artwork: Still love Spike Dawn friendship….. (Spike, Dawn, worksafe) by crabuncle

Artwork: Redemption-seeking Faith and other banners (worksafe) by WhatdBuffyDo

Artwork process video: Memo No. 16 DRAWING BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | D Akawntant PH by D Akawntant PH

Video: Lego Buffy the Vampire Slayer custom minifigures! by Anna's Bricks

Video: The Best Of Anya Jenkins - Buffy The Vampire Slayer by extremelycosmic

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Lost and Found and other pre-S8 Buffy comics by ash England movie edits

Artwork: BtVS cartoon (Willow, Xander, worksafe) by The Hero of Three Faces

[Reviews & Recaps]

Thoughts from my Buffy rewatch 5x17, and 5x18 by yesitsterriblysimple

BtVS rewatch: SEASON 7 continued by debbicles

Video: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 3 "Graduation Day" FINALE REACTION! by failwhale34

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer - 7x19 "Empty Places" Reaction by Liam Duke

[Community Announcements]

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[Fandom Discussions]

Three quippy little posts in a trench coat, with footnotes by thenewbuzwuzz

Three quippy little posts in a trench coat, with footnotes by thenewbuzwuzz

It's okay to still love Buffy even if Whedon is a prick by your-embrace-like-a-coffin

I've been thinking about the Joss Whedon stuff all week by thehummingbirdsound

As I continue to read the things that came out about Joss I think about this fic a lot by forwardwithoutseeing

Bad people can still be great writers by krakkenchaos

If I reblog any Joss Whedon content in the future I am not condoning his awful behavior in any way by empress-of-snark

People acting like Joss Whedon being a horrible person is somehow new? by octopisunsets

The allegations against Joss Whedon seem overstated to me by buffysummersvampireslayer

My thoughts on the Joss Whedon problem by refillablebutanetorch

The shows Buffy and Angel taught me about certain aspects of being a feminist by thatquietsong

The scene between Willow and Spike in Lovers Walk by shannen-writes

Hello friends let's talk about Representation by sid471

Giles is my favourite character by calamitys-child

Have you ever had a show that you watched literally every day for a long time and then suddenly can’t watch it anymore because you made yourself sick of it? by captainimfangirling

Buffy Cast Talks About Whedon by nightshade

Dangerous: A deeper analysis by Spanky

Favourite movies starring Buffy/Angel cast? by nightshade

Mom-guilt after Gingerbread by thrasherpix

Twelve Tips to improve your fanfic writing - do you agree? by Myheadsgonenumb

What if Xander had been gay instead of Willow?by wolfpuppy

Change one thing about season 1 continued by wolfpuppy and Buffycouplegoal

The Lost Slayer continued by wolfpuppy

Xander Harris and Sex continued by wolfpuppy

The rebooted Buffy comic is trying to redeem Xander continued by wolfpuppy and thrasherpix

Who will Xander spend eternity with in the afterlife: Dawn or Anya? continued by wolfpuppy

Charisma Carpenter recounts stories of verbal abuse and harassment by Joss Whedon continued by vampmogs and others

u/irlharvey's Joss Whedon "Out of the Loop" Masterpost by irlharvey

Buffy fandom response first time round by zanybelle

How did you feel your first time watching the Gift? by werewilf

Some perspective, and 3 takeaways, from Jossmess 2021 by daroj

Can we give the actors a bit of a break? by LorneLorneLorne

James answers question about "that song" by Willow_Treex

I just started watching Buffy again and was gonna watch Angel after; now I can't watch it by Methtty

Buffy star Emma Caulfield reflects on filming Anya's "fruit punch" scene by ktoanyone

Where do we go from here? by otherpeoplesthunder

Quotable Queen C by HummusOffensive

Cecil Hotel [= Hyperion?] by ThePurpleLurple

Giles discovering Jenny’s body is one of the greatest scenes in television history by LunchThreatener

Why don't the Scoobies use holy water supersoakers? by Animedjinn

I hate Dead Man's Party by hypessv

Tara vs Oz by SpuffyBookTimeLord

Wow, ok this one really hurt... by loopkill

Listen up I can solve this entire debate about who is the most underused and underappreciated character [Clem] by ShazrahKiller

Just a random thought while rewatching [Mr. Trick] by lequietviolet

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[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

Publications: It's Well Past Time to Rethink 'Auteur Theory' and the Way Actresses Are Treated by Courtney Enlow, Gizmodo

[ruginite]

Continued from ( X )

                    Fuuuuuuck. It’s honestly his first damn thought, when the blue and red reflect off his rear view. But then it’s followed quickly after by ‘what t’fuck?’ because he hadn’t been speeding. None of Angie’s front or tail lights are out. And oh fucking hell what the shit is this cop looking for. Bastian’s not in the fucking mood to deal with a blue blood throwing their fucking weight around because they could. Not to fucking mention the likelihood it would get back to Riley—fuck he’s never going to hear the end of this.

But he pulls over. Throws Angie in park, rolls down the window and waits. Wallet on the dash as it usually is when he takes a drive. A gulp or three of what remains of his red bull, the can crushed and tossed into the passenger seat floorboard to deal with later. Well at least the cop caught him on a rare night he hadn’t had an ounce of fucking liquor. Granted he hadn’t eaten yet either but….whatever not import—

                       ….need ya…..out…car, sir.

Oh fuck him six ways outta Dodge. And the glare could not only curdle milk but probably murder the damn cow it came from, and the cow, that cow came from all in one go. Andrew Riley fucking would. And the loose grip around the steering wheel tighens and turns. Skin squeaking against the leather.

                  …..little problem….your registration…..vehicle.

The fuck there is. Angie’s papers are straighter and cleaner than a priest in church. And Riley knows that. What the fuck is this asshole doing? Standing there like he’s God’s damn gift to law enforcement. Dickweed needs to be knocked down a few more pegs, looks like…but whatever. Riley wants to play patrol cop? Bastian will play. And he’s pushing Angie’s door open. Just fast and hard enough to clip the other male. Doesn’t care where it catches Riley, only that it does. Arms folding over his chest defiantly, as he leans back on Angie’s cab.

          “Registration papers? Really?                         S’t’best fuckin’ thing y’can come up with? ”

             And then in a much quieter, heavy tone.                        “Fuck is this, dipshit?”

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

I just really wish more ppl wrote Hell Priest/Riley fic. like I love getting comments on my fics but I need to read fic for them instead of writing it.

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

I keep procrastinating on my long and messy Hell Priest/Riley fic and then I want to write them but I can't stop procrastinating so instead I keep writing smaller Priest/Riley fics and now Hellraiser 2022 is almost in my top five fandoms on ao3 all because my brain is like 'we can write words about them but not those specifics words'

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

finally, after weeks and weeks of my tooth ache destroying my creativity and focus, and even more weeks being blocked on the rather long one-shot I've been writing for Riley/Hell Priest, I made a breakthrough last night (well early this morning) and think I might can finish it this week or next woohooooo