#I wash myself off and then I’m immediately dirty again

[roylustang]

I truly feel like a dirtbagger. I’m so fucking dirty. Like just covered in it 24/7

[foldingfittedsheets]

I am a little creature largely made up of anxieties. There have been times in my life when it was worse. It’s currently significantly better. This story takes place at a time when it was pretty bad.

Food was a prison for me. I moved out early with very little idea of how to feed or care for myself. Every meal was a question mark. For three years I had Brendan doing most of the cooking but when things ended between us I moved in with some other friends. I suddenly had no way to feed myself again.

I was working at the sex shop and living with all my coworkers; a premise that would make sitcom writers weep. In that house, at the age of 24, I learned how to fry an egg. It was the only thing I knew how to do but by god, I mastered egg frying. I was so proud. I could now have one stress free meal a day of an egg on toast.

The problem was my roommates. Living with three other people is already tough but messes pile up alarmingly fast, especially in the kitchen. No one sees the whole mess as their responsibility but the one person who’s responsibility it absolutely wasn’t was mine, as I only ever cooked eggs. Glaciers moved quicker than the dishes got done, mountains of greasy unwashed dish ware were fixtures across the counters.

My friends occasionally cooked for me and each time I happily cleaned all the resulting dishes. This seemed fair.

But on my own I only used three implements for my egg. When I finished with my spatula, pan, and plate, I carefully washed them and set them to dry. Every time I came back to the kitchen there was nothing clean.

Crusted on ketchup, dried food, and unsavory residues plagued everything I needed to touch. So I ended up doing all the dishes twice, once to use my three implements and again once I was done.

I started to realize I’d come home, see the filthy pile of dishes, then go to bed without eating because I didn’t have the energy to wash it all. So I finally addressed my roommates about it. Please, I beseeched them, can these three things always be clean. I cannot function like this, and eating is already hard for me.

The answer returned: no. My request was deemed unreasonable and a counteroffer was made to turn off the small space heater I ran in my room in exchange for them magnanimously cleaning up after themselves. I declined, as my bones ached with cold everywhere except my room since no one else wanted the heat on. The impasse continued. I went to be hungry.

I noodled on it. I schemed. I plotted. And on my day off I went to a thrift shop and acquired a nice little pan and spatula. I squirreled them away into my closet. The plan was just to wash and dry it after meals and keep it in my room.

This is not how it went down. On day one of my pan coming home one of my roommates popped into my room to chat, glanced into my three quarters shut closet and immediately said, “What is that?”

I sighed and admitted my plan. All three roommates roundly condemned my plan as extremely passive aggressive. I tried once again to explain that I wasn’t eating, but my secret pan was now a source of contention, a precious resource held back from the collective.

Their discontent reached a fever pitch and I finally declared, “Fine! I will put my pan in the kitchen. On one condition. If I ever find this pan dirty, ever, I will scrape whatever is left on it into your bedding. I swear to god, if I ever come home to it being dirty there will be a reckoning.”

Terms were agreed.

The first month or two went okay. On the third month I awoke to eat breakfast and found my precious pan sullied. I grabbed it and marched upstairs. Betty was named as the culprit. I strode into Betty’s room and stood over her sleeping form like the vengeful ghost of dishes past.

“If you don’t get up and clean this right now I’m going to dump it on your bed.”

Betty groggily regarded me. “Seriously?”

“I have never been more serious.”

“It’s one time, can’t you just clean it yourself?”

“No. You promised.”

With much huffing and grousing Betty arose from bed and tromped downstairs, hastily cleaning my pan while I watched. “Happy?” She demanded.

I was. I made my egg, cheerfully cleaning the pan afterward, leaving it to dry.

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Yandere Ghost Smut

afab reader ; nsfw

“This house is totally perfect! You’ll love it,” is what your realtor told you when they finally found a house within your budget. You loved the aesthetics of historical homes, so when they discovered an older house that not only was in your price range, but had just minor damages, they called you immediately. 

You moved in within the month. It didn’t take long to settle into your new home. There was a room with shelves meant for books, and you spent most of your free time there, enjoying the books from your collection that could rival a library. Sometimes, you would feel a sudden chill in the air when reading, and grow pensive. It would feel like someone was watching you. But besides that, nothing was out of the ordinary. You just assumed you were too stressed out and growing paranoid as a result. Everything was fine.

Well, it was. Until you started waking up with strange markings on your body. You woke up one day in a cold sweat, waltzing into the bathroom to wash your face off, only to find what looked like hickeys on your neck and upper chest area. Weird. Did you have bugs in the bed? Was it an allergic reaction to the new detergent you bought for the sheets? You had no idea. 

You were never able to solve the issue because the markings disappeared within a few hours, and didn’t come back again. Once more, you shrugged it off and assumed nothing was amiss. 

Yet eventually, things got even stranger. Your panties started disappearing one-by-one, and you were sure you hadn’t misplaced them. Specifically, your already worn undergarments would disappear from the dirty laundry bin before you could wash them. What the fuck?

“I don’t know, Mary,” you call your best friend one afternoon, “I feel like this place is haunted. And what’s even weirder is I keep getting these wet dreams…like every night. I’m not even sexually frustrated so I don’t know why I wake up wet or with markings on myself.”

“Maybe you got a ghost fucking ya?” She jokes around and you both get a laugh out of that. But for some reason, the deepest part of your being can’t dismiss that thought. 

You begin to grow paranoid and start searching for any signs in your house that someone else is living with you. You decide to enter the dusty attic, and find rather antique furniture and a box containing a photo of a man and a woman. He was handsome, albeit a little creepy looking, but what struck you as odd was woman next to him. She looked eerily like you. You brought the photos downstairs to do some research on your computer, but alas, found no information on the man or the woman. The only thing you found out was that there was a fire that had damaged the property all too many years ago. You felt the creepy sensation of being watched again, and called it quits for the night, opting to get some much needed rest.

That night, you saw him.

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It’s midnight when he appears in your room, watching your beautiful self slumber. You were so perfect, all those years ago when you left him, and even now. He loves the way the sheets drape your body, but slowly peels them off to reveal that you’re in nothing but a bra and panties. There is a slight sheen of sweat on your skin as your eyebrows furrow cutely in your sleep. 

His angel must be having a nightmare, but he can take care of that. Gently, he trails his cold fingers over your curves. He admires your beauty, so happy to see you once more. He can’t wait another minute.

While you’re still on your side, he unclasps your bra, relishing the way your tits fall free without the support. They look so beautiful and perfect, he can’t even begin to describe how enchanted you make him feel. 

You roll onto your back. He slides your underwear to the side, revealing your pretty cunt to his ghostly eyes. With a delicate touch, he rubs your clit in small circles, playing with you. 

You gasp at the touch and he smirks. Your shuffling does little to deter him from his objective.

He’s on the bed with you, intently staring at your lower half. He admires your folds and moves them open and closed with his fingers, revealing a leaking hole that was your wetness. With a gulp, he slides your underwear off you, wadding it into a ball, burying his face into it as he takes a whiff of your scent. He’d be tasting the real thing soon enough. Once satisfied, he pockets your undies for safe keeping. He tilts his head down to your lower body, shifting into a more comfortable position. With a breath of anticipation, he slithers his cold tongue over your vagina, moaning slightly at the sensation. 

He’s been doing this every night he could manifest, and it never got tiring.

This time, and he doesn’t know why, you wake up, staring down at the mysterious man in terror as he laps you up like a man thirsting in the desert. You mean to run but you can’t move. You feel something cold and wet tying your body to the bed. You try to close your legs from your violator, but his icu hands grip firmly on your thighs, keeping them wide open for him to shove his face between. 

Under the moonlight, the two of you make eye contact but he doesn’t stop, instead opting to send you a wicked smile. “Good morning, love,” he says gently from beneath you. “I missed you so, so much. You know that?”

You’re in a state of shock, words screaming in your head but not quite reaching your vocal chords. The only sound you can make is a whimper as he shoves his tongue further into you, his nose rubbing you causing further pleasurable friction. He sucks, licks, and rolls your clit with his tongue. 

Suddenly, he slides a cold finger into your hole and you gasp, arching your back only to be stuck back down again. “Don’t move, pretty thing,” he scolds you. 

“F-fuck,” you finally manage to whisper, heart racing, “Who are you?”

“Someone who’s been watching you for a very, very long time.” He’s stopped licking you, instead moving to pump another finger into your pretty cunt, thrusting in and out at a moderate pace. His eyes show so much love, desperation, and lust in them that you have no idea what to do or where to go. Then it clicks. The man from the photo. That’s who he was. How could that be possible? Was he an actual ghost?

“I’ve been so lonely without you, princess. When you left me to burn, do you know how heartbroken I was? But now you’re back, and we can finally be together again. I’m not letting you leave me another time.”

He now has three fingers inside of you, picking up the pace. The lewd sound of slick fingers sliding in and out of your cunt drives him wild. His face is back between your thighs again, lapping you up and suckling on you until you’re visibly shaking. 

“Aw, sweet girl. Gonna cum?”

You don’t want to, but you feel something hot and heavy coming.

“Shit. Cum in my mouth, sweetheart. Wanna taste everything you got.” He latches back onto you. 

Your stomach drops and you let go, mind very distressed but body obviously in heaven. Your pussy spazzes out on him and he moans as he licks up the mess you leave behind. With a wipe of his mouth he grins, eying you like a rare prize he had just one at the fair.

He grabs onto you, embracing you in a hug you can’t run away from. Seriously, why can’t you move? He notices your struggles and laughs, snuggling into your chest. 

“Ah ah ah, no running away, love. I’ve waited so long for you. You’re not going anywhere.”

He flips you to where you’re face down, ass up. Your vagina is dripping, juices sliding down your thigh. He licks his lips before biting his lower one, admiring the roundness of your ass and your now puffy and pink pussy. 

“Oh, love. You got no idea what you do to me…”

You feel something cold and hard tap the entrance of your walls, and you freeze. Oh god, was he going to fuck you? His hands are on the sides of your ass, but you feel another set of cold hands grabbing your arms, and even another pulling at your tits. You whimper at the overstimulation.

“Enjoy the hands. They’re all me.”

Before you can reply, he’s sliding his dick through your entrance. Your pussy quivers at the sensation and he laughs. “Did you just come from that, love?”

Once you take all of him, he leans forward to whisper in your ear. “I want to hear you moan, sweetheart. Go on, make some noise for me.”

As he’s taking you from behind, a hand shoves its fingers into your mouth, and you gag on it. The sets of hands on your breasts are now fondling them, pinching and squeezing. You’ve never felt so much at once before, and you eventually yield to the pleasure, moaning as he thrusts into you.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take it all. You’re fucking mine,” He snarls, and you whine at how hard he’s pounding into you, ferocity now evident in his demeanor. 

You slurp and suck on the fingers, only for it to pop out of your mouth and slide into your ass instead. You cry out at the sensation. A hand is sliding circles around your clit as he fucks you, sending waves of pleasure over your body you’ve never known before. 

“Too much!” You cry, sobbing with pleasure.

He gives you a kiss on the neck. “Almost done, love. Just keep taking it, okay? You’re doing so good for me. God, you’re fucking perfect.” His thrusts became sporadic, and you know he’s close. 

In the end, you come once more, and you feel he does too. When he pulls out, you collapse on the bed, blacking out. Morning eventually comes, and you feel someone is holding you from behind. A set of hands grope your body as you wake up. 

“Morning, love. Ready for round two?”

[hrryshoney]

you’re asking me my symptoms, doctor

A/N: hii here’s beloved gyno!au. title is reference to Escapism by Raye lol. i’ll put warnings but def don’t read if this is gonna make u uncomfy. anyways this really came to me in a prophetic vision (slut hour daydreams) so i hope u enjoy and it lives up to expectations? and Shouts to everyone who i bounced ideas w and talked abt this Man w! ty ily mwah mwah

warnings: smut 18+, fingering, inappropriate actions in a doctors office, a bit of corruption maybe hmm idk, degradation, praise, taboo topics/power imbalance (doctor/patient), use of Y/N, dom and sub dynamics, problematic age gap maybe (reader is 22/23, matty is 29/30), dirty talk, etc..

You were sitting nervously on the exam table, leg bouncing up and down. Doctor’s offices always unnerved you, to say the least. The unnatural fluorescent lights with their buzzing, the cold chill, and sterile smell.

Today, though, you had to book your gynecologist appointment. Now, you’ve been to one gyno before, a woman whose practice was nice and small before you moved cities. Going into your third year of University, you wanted a change in scenery. Now, your gyno would be a man.

A kind woman with dark hair had just come into your room after knocking twice, giving you a hospital gown and a warm smile. Telling you to undress to your underwear and bra. That you should, “Sit tight! The doctor will be in soon.”

So, here you were. On the examination bed, awaiting your doctor eagerly. When you heard a similar knock on the door, but an imperceptibly firmer one, your head shot up. “Come in,” you cleared your throat and called out.

When the handle turned and your aforementioned Doctor walked in, you felt deceived. Deceived in the best way, though, because your Doctor was hot.

He was wearing a white coat, one with a silver tag that read MATTY, his medical badges hanging from the plate. With his glasses and the lightest dusting of gray through his black, curly hair. He couldn’t have been younger than his late 20s, if older than his early 30s. And as he reached out to grab the clipboard off the counter, you were able to see the smallest bit of black ink on his wrist.

He looked down at his documents, squinting slightly. He then set it back on the counter, walking about the room and getting some hand sanitizer from the dispenser. Your eyes are drawn to his hands immediately. When he clears his throat, you come to.

“Good afternoon, love. Y/N, correct? I see it says here you’ve only been to the gynecologist once before, and it was a female doctor,” you nod along to his words, watching him take a seat and hold eye contact with you. “Just wanted to let you know, you shouldn’t be worried. Just typical stuff today, alright?” You nod again, feeling smaller now. Even when he’s sat on his stool, he feels bigger than you.

“Gonna need your words, Y/N.” You can’t tell if he’s joking, even if you see the smirk on his face. Shifting in your seat, your gown ruffling below you, you manage a, “Yes, Doctor.” Through your dry mouth.

“Ah, almost forgot to introduce myself properly.” He laughs, but you swore you saw his eyes darken for a swift second. “I’m Doctor Healy, but you can call me Matty if you feel so inclined.” He grinned, and you felt like his words had a double meaning past the surface.

“You’re here for a routine checkup, I take it?” Moving over to the sink, pumping soap on his hands and running the water. “Lay back for me.” He instructed you as he washed, back turned. You listened without second thought, body going stiff.

You heard the tap turn off, Matty was drying his hands with paper towel now. He walked over to the table, standing above you and looking down. “If you don’t mind, can I ask you some questions before we begin?”

You began to nod, but remembered your reaction from earlier. Giving him another “Yes, Doctor.” he smiled easily. “Great… Now, are you sexually active?”

If you thought you were tense before, then you were like a board now. “Um, no.” You let your eyes flutter shut as you felt your skin heating, feeling terribly bare.

“Right, have you been? In the past?” was this a normal question to ask? Of course, they’d want to know of your bodily health. But of your… sexual activity as well? For you, though, there was nothing to report. Seeing as you were a virgin, which meant no sexual experiences other than yourself.

“Um, sorry, what are these questions for?” You couldn’t stop yourself from nervously laughing, your deflection of an answer hanging in the examination room.

Matty’s eyes dragged along your frame, going from your lips and then back to your eyes. You almost missed the beginning of his sentence when he spoke up. “All protocol, of course. It’s slightly awkward, but I’m obligated to ask. So?”

“So, no. I.. have not been in the past, or like, ever.” And you wanted to melt into the floor. Surely you would have to switch doctors after this again. Too embarrassing of a feat to face.

Another look and pause that goes on for much too long. Your stomach was starting to hurt. Well, maybe not hurt, but you needed to fix it and quick. When Matty claps and rubs his hands together, it snaps you out of it. “Interesting. Well, then, let’s begin.”

You noted that his pupils were huge behind the glasses, and his black slacks hugged his crotch very well. Did they look like that when he came in? You shifted again, trying to rub your thighs for some friction.

“Can I touch you?” His accented voice was deep and gravelly now. Leaving not much to the imagination of how this phrase might sound in a different situation coming from his mouth. His mouth, pink lips that he couldn’t stop licking, and slight stubble on his chin.

“Yes, Doctor Healy.” Your voice sounded submissive enough, and you almost yelped when his hand came down to grab your gown covered thigh. Roughly drawing circles with his thumbs into the spot. “Good girl. You’re tense.”

You shivered, eyes closing and opening again. The silence in the room felt so loud, and your doctor’s appointment was feeling a bit too erotic for what it was at this point. “I- I don’t know why I am.” Lie.

“Need you to relax for me, sweetheart.” His cold hands rub up and down your thighs. He’s making eye contact with you, causing you to cast your eyes to the ceiling. “Wanna put your legs in the stirrups?”

“Would that help, Doctor Healy?” You hear the sharp inhale of breath, followed by a cough. Trying not to lift your hips off the examination table from his constant skin to skin contact.

“It would, thank you.” He moves to grab your legs, setting them on the edge of the platform. His grip feels rougher than acceptable, fingertips leaving indents on your thighs. He reaches under your gown, looking at you for your nod and slipping your panties off. “May I start?”

“Yes, Doctor. Thank you.” And when you feel his fingers run down your slit, you don’t think it’s protocol. You were already embarrassingly wet from the interaction. As his hands move and brush your clit, you can’t hold back the moan. When you open your eyes, you’re met with Matty peering at you over his glasses, an amused smirk barely peeking through his expression.

“Oh, that’s no good, sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue, faux disapprovingly. His thumb comes back to press on your clit. “You’re so wet. What’s that from, huh?” He took his middle and ring finger, circling around your hole.

“It’s- You! You’re doing it, it’s your fault.” You cry out in pleasure and frustration. He was so condescending, but it felt so good. You know you needed to be more conscious of your volume, still being in a doctor’s office.

“My fault?” He almost gasped in surprise, “Oh, no. I don’t think so. I’m just trying to do my job, make sure everything’s okay down here.” Maneuvering his hand, he gave you two quick but firm taps on your clit with his middle and index finger. “Can you remove your gown for me?”

“Is this protocol, Doctor Healy?” You asked, half genuinely curious to see his answer. Moving to lift your bum, untying the gown from behind your back. Your legs were slightly shaking, and you saw his hand go to cover the smile that graced his mouth. You moved both your shoulders out of the arm holes, discarding the gown to the side. Leaving you in just your simple black bra, that had simple lace trimming.

“‘Course, making sure you’re in shape, and all.” His eyes dragged down your frame, stopping at your breasts. He was taking in your figure now, so you had the time to do the same. Your eyes immediately pulled to the now prominent bulge in his pants, and his fingers that seemed to twitch in anticipation.

“Do I appear to be in shape, then? Good for you?” Unbeknownst to you, what you had just said lit even more of a flame inside of Matty. You were asking him if you were good for him? He could show you what a good little slut he could make you.

He lets his hands rest between the apex of your thighs again, “Gonna spread you open a bit, okay? Think this’ll loosen you up for me.” Matty’s long fingers make their way to your cunt, running them up and down. He slides them down to your hole, collecting the wetness there and spreading it up to your clit.

His other hand came up to unclip your bra from behind your back. He did this expertly with one hand, leaving it to fall so he could grab at your breast. Palming at it for a while before pinching your nipple. You let out a whimper, and he gave you a soft slap on the side of your chest. He grabbed it roughly again, evening it out and applying more pressure to your clit as he did.

Your hand came to cover your mouth, not wanting to let your moans out. A soft, “Doctor,” fell from your lips, causing him to slip one finger inside of you. You couldn’t hold back, then. “Please, yes!”

Matty is running the tip his finger lightly along the inside of you, and it’s not enough. You begin to whine, but he cuts it off quickly. “Gotta relax or I won’t be able to run my tests. You don’t want that, do you?” His smirk is enough to make you want to slap it off him. Though, your whole body goes slack when he pushes his whole finger inside of you.

You’re moaning freely now, seeming to have forgotten that you’re still in a professional establishment. You were relentless, the pleasure he was giving you was too much in the best way. “Doctor- Matty. Please, need it.”

Matt’s pupils dilated, if it was possible for them to get larger. “Say my name again for me.” He groaned out, rocking his hips into the side of the table to relieve some tension. “Matty. Matty! Need you, please.” You obliged easily, drunken off the feeling. Matty pressed a second finger into your pussy.

“Poor thing. Never had anyone in this little hole before, huh? Perfect little cunt is so tight for me, were you saving yourself?” You think your reactions have gotten to his head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your head was nodding in response to his words, eyes rolling back to your head.

You could feel pressure building in your stomach, the sound of his voice was getting to you. “Mhm. Doctor, think I’m gonna cum. Please, can I?” His hand sped up after hearing your words, thumb pressing on your clit. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, on to the protective cover of the exam table.

Your hips began to lift off the surface again, before Matty’s unoccupied hand came to press down on your abdomen again. “Feels that good, darling? Can’t even stay still for me.” You opened your eyes to look at him, gaze falling to how his hand lifted off of you and went to palm himself. “Come on, be my good little slut and cum for me.”

Ultimately, that was what did you in. You gasped loud enough for the whole office to hear, eyes clamping shut. You saw white behind your eyelids and your hips lifted freely off the table this time. Matty’s fingers coming out of you, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You heard Matty moan in the back, making out a “fuck me, that’s good. You’re beautiful,” coming from his mouth.

As you came down from it, you opened your eyes to see him licking both of his fingers. “Taste sweet, gonna have to get my mouth on you next time.” He said nonchalantly, still looking down at your pussy. You tried to take your hands and put them in front of it, feeling shy all the sudden.

“Little late for that after I made you cum.” He giggled, going to get a towel from the cabinet above the sink. “Lemme clean you up.” You flustered but agreed in the end. When he came back with the towel, he leaned down to kiss you. You reciprocated easily, jumping when the towel came in contact with your skin.

“Thank you for.. that. For the appointment, Doctor.” You giggled, his head snapping up and eyes narrowing. You raised your hands in faux defence, the smile staying on your face. He smiled with you.

“Came so nicely for me, think I should be the one saying thanks.” He gave you another smirk, getting your panties from the side when they had been discarded. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to put your legs through. Doing the same with your bra, he then helped you off the examination table.

“Seriously, you were really good. You know, for my first time.”

“Would barely call that a first time, I’ll give you that another time though.” He winked, turning around to look for your other clothes. Your jaw dropped, but you recollected yourself before he turned back to see.

“Right well. Thank you..” You said awkwardly, looking down at your feet. Where were you supposed to go from here? You just got fingered by your gynecologist in his public doctor’s office. You would have to reflect on this when you got home.

“Not an issue, really.” Matty sidestepped you to get to one of the cabinets behind you, slapping your ass as he did. Tease. He was being much too normal about this.

“I mean, what kind of doctor would I be if I left you unsatisfied with your appointment?”

[storm-angel989]

Outside the Office Part Thirteen

TRIGGER WARNING! This chapter contains graphic descriptions of graphic, tragic events. I do not want to be specific so as to not provide spoilers, but please proceed with caution!

Feedback is always appreciated!

I perched on the counter as I sipped my orange juice. I had the perfect view of my Valentino make breakfast for us. Watching him cook was truly a sight to behold. He moved about the kitchen with a comfort that stemmed only from hours and hours of time measuring and mixing the ingredients together. It never ceased to amaze me that one of the most powerful Overlords in Hell, let alone Valentino himself, would have such a talent. 

He caught me watching him and broke into a smile as he leaned over and pressed a warm plate into my hands. “Here, my love, eat now, while it’s hot.”

Famished, I polished off the cheesy eggs and strawberry waffles in record time, setting my plate in the sink as he enjoyed his own breakfast. 

His eyes met mine and he studied me with such intensity that I felt myself squirm under his gaze. “Do you want more? Because I can make more. Twenty five hours is a long time to go without food or fluids. And the little bit I got in you wasn’t nearly enough to make a difference.” 

Without waiting for an answer, he handed me a bottle of water and a bottle of Sweet Sixteen. “Drink both of these before you leave this kitchen.” 

I accepted and took a sip of water, the sweetness washing over my tongue. I gulped it down in a few moments. 

 “I want a shower and to stretch my body before I go anywhere. What’s the plan for tonight anyway? And what happened after the interview aired?” I asked as I cracked open the bottle of Sweet Sixteen and began to sip on that as well. 

Valentino shrugged but didn’t quite meet my eye. “Nothing we can’t handle, and that’s all I can tell you.” He stepped forward and cupped my chin, “but remember my love, you are safe and can move freely while you’re with us. We will protect you, no matter where you are.” His lips touched mine and he pulled me into his arms, kissing down my body. 

I gasped and leaned in, the feeling of desire shooting through me like a white hot lightning bolt. I wrapped my arms around his neck, opened my mouth to beg for him. He cut me off with another kiss, his hands slowly making their way down my body, his finger undoing the top button of my pajama shirt. 

“Princesa,” he muttered softly, “I…” 

The shrieking of his phone interrupted whatever he was about to say. In an instant, his attitude changed from soft and lovey, to the cold, hard Overlord I had seen in his studio.  

“Fuck,” Valentino spat.

He answered his phone with such rage that I felt bad for the person on the other end of the line. Several curses, accusations of incompetency and an sharply pressed hang up button later, Valentino turned to me, his expression awash in annoyance and anger. 

“I need to go to work. It isn’t negotiable. But before I leave, ground rules to keep you safe. Are you listening, princessa?”

I nodded and he took the last bite of his now cold breakfast, dropped his own plate in the sink, and added in the rest of the dirty dishes as he spoke. 

“You can be here on your own. You can walk into Vox’s, Velvette’s studio or even mine freely if needed but come find one of us immediately upon your arrival. Vox’s cameras are good, but physically making us aware of your presence is even better. No harm will come to you in here, we are simply being…extra cautious. Alright, princessa?”

I didn’t want him to leave, and I was sure my expression gave that away. He leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead. 

“I’m so sorry, mi amor. I’ll be back tonight,  I promise.” 

He kissed me again and he was gone out the door, leaving me with a belly full of butterflies and a strange sense of unease. 

Without his presence, I made the executive decision that a shower was next on my list. Between the hot water and solid twenty minutes of stretching, I was back to feeling almost better than my usual self by the time I put on a clean pair of pajamas and made my way downstairs to see Velvette. Truth be told, I was eager to start to slip back into my usual routine. 

I found her right away, standing amongst piles of fabric as she sketched in her notebook. I called to her and her head shot up. She rushed over and wrapped me in the tightest hug she had ever offered.

“Reader. Oh thank god. I wasn’t, Val said…” her voice trailed off and she shook her head and seemed to be trying to bite back words. “No matter. I’m glad you’re okay. Come on, let’s get you ready for tonight.” 

I followed her across the studio and took my usual spot in front of her vanity.  

“Yeah, what are we doing exactly? Do we have a game plan?” I asked. 

Velvette ran a comb through my hair as she answered. “What we do every night, Princess. Go out, enforce our contracts, make deals, collect souls, show off our power, dance and drink.” 

Collect souls? What was she talking about? I tried to think back on the nightly routine. Sure, there were plenty I couldn’t quite remember but not once did I recall seeing any of them do more than dance and drink. Unless…

Unless that was what they did when one of them stepped away from the table, and vanished out of sight for hours? 

 “Except for the dancing and drinking, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said finally. 

Velvette laughed, but her expression quickly sobered up when she realized I was serious. “Oh shit. You really didn’t know?” She busied herself with a hair dryer, pulling and drying my hair in strips and seconds as she explained. “We go out every night to work, babe. Some of our best deals come from desperate souls in the clubs on Earth. Or we enforce our contracts in place, if needed. We don’t go out every single night just for fun, though it is an added bonus.” She paused and turned off the hair dryer for a moment.

I looked at her through the reflection in the mirror. She looked thoughtful as she carefully considered her next words. 

“If you’re that curious on how it works, stick next to me tonight. I’ll show you how it's done,” she said finally. “Maybe if we take the mystery out of it it won’t be such a big deal to you. About time you started to learn anyway. So it’s settled! Tonight, you go out with me.” 

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and her fingers flew across the keyboard. She grinned and picked the hairdryer back up.

“There. I told Valentino. Now sit still- I have a lot of work to do.” 

To the best of my ability, I bit back unease that came with her decision. Lucifer had mentioned that I would eventually be responsible for distributing contracts and owning souls, and as much as Vox and Velvette made it seem like no big deal, the idea of owning a soul didn’t sit right with me. On the other hand, it couldn’t hurt to learn more about the process- to see what exactly the whole thing was all about. After all, it wasn’t like I would be offering a contract tonight- I would be there merely to observe. 

One careful application of makeup, tight low riding jeans and a steller cut off, deep red shirt paired with solid black kitten heels later, I paced in the apartment, waiting impatiently for Valentino and Vox to come home. Valentino had texted me earlier, saying he would be home by eight and already it was eight thirty. 

Velvette, ever so used to their tardiness, sat with her legs tucked up on the couch and gave me an amused look. 

“Just chill. They’ll be home soon enough. It’s been a long fucking day babe, and Val literally hasn’t been in the studio working full time since everything went down.” She punched away on her phone. “Take a breath, they’ll be home soon enough.” 

Instead, I paced until finally, finally, the elevator door opened and both Vox and Valentino stepped out. I almost jumped into Valentino’s arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

“Princessa, what’s wrong?” Valentino asked, alarm in his voice as he held me. “You looked panicked. Did something happen?”

“You two are late, that’s what happened.” Velvette said, standing up and walking over to Vox, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Let a girl know next time, wouldn’t you?” 

Vox leaned in and kissed her. “Sorry babe. It’s been a long day. The phones would not stop ringing- it seems everyone has to have an opinion on the new princess. Not that their opinions matter, but as a company it’s good to gauge the public’s mood.”

“And what is that mood?” I asked. 

Valentino lightly rested his head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. “It doesn’t matter either way, mi amor. You’re safe and protected with us. Come on now, I made reservations at that Italian place you adore so very much.” 

“Finally. I’m starving. Let’s go!” Velvette exclaimed. She grabbed onto Voc and yanked him into the elevator. “We don’t have all night!”

Once we were in the limo, I curled up against Valentino. It had been almost a week since the incident in his studio, almost a week since we’d been out in public. As if he sensed my nerves, Valentino gently rubbed my back as he clicked through his phone, pausing here and there to look down at me. 

“You have no reason to be afraid, mi amor,” he said finally. “You are safe, you are healed and physically you’re at your peak. Just smile, and hold hands with me. You are one of us now, more than ever. No one, and I do mean no one, would dare to touch you.” 

“Not knowing is the worst part of this whole thing,” I responded softly. “I can only imagine the worst- pitchforks and red demons standing in line for a chance at making their opinion on me known.”

That elected a laugh from the three of them and Valentino kissed the top of my head. 

“Mi amor, you have a vivid imagination.”

“She has a valid point though,” Velvette added, glancing over at us, “when we don’t know the reality, our minds tend to make things worse than they actually are. So, maybe stop try to talk her down until she sees the action herself?” 

Valentino grimaced but leaned down and kissed my forehead as the limo rolled to a stop. “Come, come love.” His hand fell into mine and his voice dropped. “You are the Princess of Hell. Show no fear.” 

Vox and Velvette opened the door and the moment it swung open, I could hear the chatter of frantic voices, desperate, angry, eager. The flashing of lights burst through the open door like fireworks. Vox and Velvette stepped out first, and Valentino gently nudged me forward, his hand firmly in mine. 

The noise exploded as I stepped out of the limo. Valentino stepped in front of me and pulled me through the pathway that cleared as if by magic at his presence. 

“She is with the V’s. Fuck.” I heard a voice curse. 

Valentino shot a lethal glance at the crowd. Demons scurried away under his gaze and in moments, we were inside the silence of the restaurant. 

The patrons inside paused and stared in awed silence as we walked back to our usual spot, the door closing behind us, leaving only silence in the room. 

“Exhale.  Baby. I can hear your heart pounding from across the room,” Valentino said gently, pulling my chair out for me.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and sank down into the chair. Dinner sat in front of me, steam rising from the pile of pasta. Any feeling of hunger had vanished the moment I saw that crowd and it was all I could do to simply breathe. 

“You have to eat, dollface.” Valentino prompted, pouring me a glass of wine and pressing it into my hands. “Demon’s are only expressing their feelings, no one touched you. You saw how they parted the moment Vox stepped onto the pavement.”

“And if you listened to their chanting, it's not all bad. It’s just chaotic. I mean, Reader, this is the biggest change in hell since, well, the beginning of time.” Velvette added. “Honestly, if anyone touched you, Lucifer would be out here culling demons left and right. At the moment, demons are just adjusting and well…they tend to be slow to accept change.” 

“So eat, Princessa, please. I need you on the top of your game tonight- especially if you’re tagging along with Velvette.” Valentino added as he gave Velvette a disapproving look. “You know, I wanted to take her to Earth first.”

I reluctantly took a sip of wine and a bite of my dinner, which quickly turned into two bites. I had forgotten until that very moment just how delicious their pasta dishes tasted. 

Velvette rolled her eyes and pointed a forkful of fettuccine at him. “Your contracts will scare the shit out of her. At least mine are more morally justifiable.” She turned her attention to me, “and before you ask questions, take a deep breath, shut your mouth and file them in the “ask later” category. Because we’re going to have a good time tonight, and I want you to experience a soul contract first hand before I fuck things up trying to explain it.” 

I nodded with my mouthful and she gave me a winning smile. “Atta girl. Trust me, we’re going to have a good time tonight, protesters be damned.” 

“Demonstrators might be a better word,” Vox said thoughtfully, “They’re not all mad and the word protestors definitely has a negative implication.”

“I prefer the term troublemaker, honestly. Regardless of their opinion, they’re loud and they’re making Reader uncomfortable. Hell isn’t a democracy, and it never will be. So what is the point of causing all these issues? They have to know they’re not going to change anything and even with Lucifer’s broadcast, I doubt they understand the true implication behind the slaughter of the former angelic military unit. Honestly, I doubt any of these demons have enough braincells to put together a simple cause and event situation.” Valentino added.

I continued to eat, listening quietly as they discussed the broadcast Lucifer put out. I hadn’t yet seen it myself and it seemed as though being down and out for so many hours caused me to miss a thing or two. I wondered if they would let me watch it, and figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. 

“Can I see it? Lucifer’s part, I mean?” I asked finally. 

I watched Valentino survey what little was left on my plate and then he pulled out his phone. “Keep the volume low. Put captions on if you need to, that’s how low I want it,” he instructed as he scrolled through my part and handed me the paused screen, Lucifer frozen next to Vox. “Just press play.” 

I leaned back in my chair and hit the play button. On the screen, Vox and Lucifer exchanged pleasant words before Vox’s line of questioning began. Unlike his gentle tone with me, Vox’s voice was harsher, much more serious and his line of questioning sharp and precise. To Lucifer’s credit, he never once waived as he re-explained my words, adding details even I hadn’t known about the overarching issue, the power shifts in heaven, and the alleged renegotiation that was going to happen. The screen went black as the segment ended and I handed Valentino back his phone. 

“I don’t understand why people are so upset, am I missing something?” I asked, “I mean, Lucifer literally said he would do everything in his power to renegotiate a similar, if not identical, contract with the new leaders.”

“You’re not taking into account eons of demons comfortable with the power structure now having their very lives threatened with unyielding extermination, and the anger as a former exorcist angel, let alone the former leader's daughter, takes her place closest in line to the throne should Lucifer step down. They’re afraid you’ll simply open the floodgates for angels to kill, and hell as they know it will be destroyed. And those who are angriest seem to have missed the part where it wasn’t your or Lucifer’s decision to null and void the contract. I’d also like to point out he didn’t officially either confirm or deny its nullification either, the population in hell just decided that’s what he said.” Velvette explained, taking a sip of her wine and swirling it before downing the rest of the cup. “Honestly, Val has a point about the stupidity of most demonkind.”

“Stupidity that could endanger you, princessa. But I want to be sure you understand it’s nothing you did personally, it's fear igniting this chaos,” Valentino added, grasping my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Things will settle with time and resolution, but for now the best way to handle their lashing out is to act as though you have no fear. As if you are above them. And the best way to handle their fear? Act as though you have none- show them what the future leader of Hell looks like.” He stood up and offered his hand to me, “come, princessa. Let us continue with our night.”

Another raging crowd waited for us outside the restaurant. Once again, they spit in half as we walked though and climbed into the limo. I was expecting the same when we pulled up to Valentino’s club, but to my surprise, I saw no one. When I questioned it, Valentino simply gave me a smile and squeezed my hand, leading me inside. 

We sat together at the table, sipping on drinks and talking until Velvette stood up and looked to Valentino. He nodded to her and she looked at me, taking my hand and tugging me towards the back of the club. From around her neck, she lifted the same tiny silver V I wore around mine and pressed it to a dark spot on the wall. 

The wall slid and she turned the knob of the formality concealed door, stepping inside. Behind us, I heard the wall slide closed and Velvette shut the door. Around the room, Valentino’s face was plastered on the walls in various photos, many with his signature scrawled across the bottom.  The rest of the room held thoughtfully arranged office furniture and couches that created a neat mix of cozy and corporate. 

Velvette walked across the room and from the farthest desk, she knelt down, pressing her palm to the underside. A drawer popped open, holding nothing but a small, leather bound silver and blue book. She picked it up and closed the door before coming back to where I stood, watching. 

“Follow me. And do nothing but observe what you see. Don’t speak otherwise, not even to ask a question- save them for after. I’m trusting you here, Reader,” she said simply as she opened the book.  

Her voice filled the air, melodic words that seemed to flow in a current of power. A rip opened in the middle of the room, a sharp, jagged gash that split the air in two. Wordlessly, she stepped into it and I followed, the cool air of a rainy spring night blowing across our faces. Around us, trees swayed softly in the dark. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light. For a fraction of a second, everything felt peaceful. 

And then I saw it.

A car, or what was left of it, lay on its top, all four wheels facing the inky black sky. The concrete under our feet was slick, and with each step, my heels cracked against broken glass. I turned to Velvette but she raised her hand, and shook her head as she motioned for silence. 

A noise, barely escaped into the night. A soft groan of pain.

My heart raced, and every inch of me wanted to run towards the accident,  to do anything I could to help. Velvette gave me a look and shook her head, motioning for me to follow her. She knelt next to what remained of the driver's side window. I bent down next to her, and surveyed the scene inside. 

The sight that greeted me turned my stomach. The remains of what used to be humans, teenagers, based on what I could make out,  were scattered throughout the car. Blood leaked and streaked the twisted remains of metal and cloth, leaving behind a gruesome scene of death. 

“Please, help!” The girl in the driver's seat begged as Velvette knelt next to her. “My friends need help!”

Velvette didn’t react. Instead, she began to speak, slowly and clearly. “Your friends are gone, their souls have passed onto heaven. You are the only one who remains here, and in moments you will be gone as well, your soul bound straight down to the fiery inner circles of hell.” Her voice grew deeper, darker, and eerily calm as she continued. “You are  the reason these souls crossed so damn early. You chose your fate the moment you sat in this seat tonight.” 

“No, please! I’m sorry!” The girl begged. The desperation in her voice, the understanding that she made a decision she could never undo dripped with each word. 

Velvette acted as if she hadn’t heard her. “You had other options. You didn’t need to drive tonight, did you? You could have called for a ride, you could have taken your younger brother up on his offer to take you home, but you didn’t. You chose to take the role of Death, and four souls are gone because of your selfish decision. They trusted you- and you betrayed them. And now your soul belongs to Hell for all eternity, burning in the knowledge that you killed those who you loved the most.”

The girl moaned, her wailing filling the night with a soul splitting shriek. In the far distance, sirens wailed. 

“One of two things is about to happen. When you die, and make no mistake,  you will die, in the next few moments, and your soul will be cast straight into hell.” Velvette paused for a moment before continuing.  “This is where I offer you a choice. You can arrive in hell, with no home, no friends, and no control over the rest of your existence. Or, you can come with me, and I will ensure that when you arrive in hell, the Sin who lays claim to your being does not collect. Instead, I am offering you a safer landing, a chance to bypass that Sin and arrive with the security of shelter, a career, and the things you need to create a better existence. All I ask for this kindness is ownership of your eternal soul.” She leaned closer to the girl. “In moments, you will die. You can accept my offer, or land in hell penniless, without a friend in the world. The decision is yours. Choose carefully.”

Blood appeared on the edge of the girl's mouth, trickling out between her broken teeth. 

“You don’t have much time.” Velvette said calmly. “Choose. The sin? Or me?”

The girl’s voice broke, and her body made an inhuman gurgle. She reached out and touched Velvette’s hand. 

Velvette seemed to understand.  “Do you, Blythe Elaine Anisley, understand that you are about to die?”

The choked gurgle of a yes sputtered out. 

“Do you agree to bypass the admission of hell through the Sin to which you are assigned and give to me full and complete ownership of your soul, in exchange for stability, a career and shelter, among others which will be read to you momentarily in my contract?” 

Another sputtered yes. The sirens grew closer now and another type of darkness seemed to hug the scene. Velvette’s voice filled the night as she read aloud her short contract, outlining the promises she made above, along with a few other details. A whiteness hovered above the girl’s body as any life that remained drained away. In the air, a contract floated beside a calligraphy pen. The whiteness began to form the shape of the body it appeared above, and it scrawled its signature across the paper. Instantly, the contract and pen vanished, and the signor screamed as it fully formed the shape of its human body before plunging into the ground, vanishing from sight, leaving only its broken body behind. 

Velvette stood up turned as she walked away from the scene. She paused and took my hand,  gently pulling me along with her. Behind us, flashes of emergency lights, reds, blues, whites illuminated the scene as Velvette and I stepped off into the trees. As the screaming of the sirens roared, she opened the book and the rift appeared, just as it had before. Together, we stepped back into Valentino’s office, a final flash of red and the earth shattering scream at the realization of loss snuck through before portal closed behind us. 

I sank into the office chair, my entire body shaking. Gore wasn’t unknown to me, and I had taken enough medical classes and seen enough injuries to be able to stomach blood and broken bodies. But the unfair tragedy of the scene turned my stomach harder than anything I had ever witnessed. 

Velvette turned to me, seeming pleased, as though we had simply taken a trip to the mall. “That went well!” She eyed me. “You look like shit.  Alright, we’re home now, ask the questions you seem to so desperately have.”

I swallowed back the bitter taste that rose in the back of my throat. I could feel my voice start to rise. “Why is she going to hell and not her friends? Why did you only offer the contract to her, and not to them? They made the decision to get in the car with her! Why, why the fuck did this happen in the first place?” I exhaled slowly, trying to take a breath and calm myself. “Fuck!” 

Velvette looked unfazed by my reaction and propped herself up on the desk. “Let me clarify a few things. When a soul who is hellbound dies, they arrive in hell without a single thing to their name. Based on the sin they committed to send them here, they are assigned to a ring of hell ruled by that particular sin.” She paused for a moment. “You do know about the Seven Sins, right?”

The Sins. I had read about them earlier on my arrival. Each one of them- Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth, ruled over their individual circle within the seven circles of hell. Lucifer sat above them, ruling them all. I knew they handled contractless souls, and assigned them to their ring of hell. 

Velvette seemed satisfied and continued her explanation. “In this case, Blythe drank, way too much, and decided it was still a fantastic idea to drive her friends home. Inebriated by the alcohol, she drove too fast on a dark and slippery road, crashed her car and killed every one of her friends, and herself. Her friends, who, in as much as it was their bad decision, trusted her with their lives. And she killed them. The moment she made the decision to drink and drive, she accepted responsibility for their lives and hers, she committed a Sin. Which Sin is a bit tricky- you’ve got Greed in there, definitely. Sloth will lay a claim, because she refused to take the extra steps to protect herself and her friends, and I could even argue that Pride would try to weasel his way in.  If she had refused my deal- which she could have- she would have been thrust into a waiting area where the sins would have debated, made deals, and hashed out where she would go, and then she would arrive in her assigned ring penniless, without a single bit of hope, no chance for self forgiveness, and forever emblazoned with the guilt that she killed her friends. She would wander, tortured, until she met the wrong demon, or ceased to exist. I stepped in, and when she arrived in my studio just moments ago, she was met with the kindness of other souls, my employees who have been in her position, or similar. Those who also live with the guilt that she will live with for all eternity, and have found a way to manage themselves.  I provided her an immediate sense of solidarity, and she’ll work as one of my girls until she meets her ultimate demise. Or until I do. Much more likely hers comes first.” 

“How did you know this was going to happen?” I demanded. “Why didn’t you try to stop it?”

“I didn’t know. My god Reader, I can’t see the future, nor I don’t have any control over the input or outcomes of these situations.  I simply pulled up in Vox’s database where all the souls currently set to descend into hell within ten minutes were located, and made a decision based on the information available. In my line of work, I usually look for souls with promise-  typically younger souls who made the worst possible decision. Inebriated drivers like tonight, sorority girls, show offy teenagers. Some may disagree, but I don’t think stupid decisions made by the younger crowd always deserve to be thrust in front of the Sins before living a life of torture and poverty. Especially when their friends ascended into heaven- which answers the question, why didn’t I offer them all contracts. The rest of them did nothing wrong, except be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Vel, that was hard to watch.” I said softly. “I understand why you chose it, that her signing to you was a better choice than…the other. But still…”

Her voice softened a bit. “It always is. But at the end of the day, you’re doing a kindness. Putting a soul in front of even one of the Sins…” she shivered. “Is punishment unto itself.”

If what Velvette had said to Blythe was true, the cruelty she would face at their hands gave truth to Velvette’s view that her contract was doing a soul a kindness. To arrive somewhere new, only to be  assigned someone's responsibility before being cast out into the streets was a level of evil I couldn’t have imagined. And it seemed as though even though Velvette stepped in, and took ownership…she provided the best possible outcome. 

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts and I jumped. Velvette rolled her eyes at me and yelled to the door.  “Come in Val, we’re back.”

I heard the key in the door handle jingle and Valentino and Vox walked in. 

“How’d it go sweetheart?” Vox asked, leaning over and kissing her cheek. 

“As usual. Another soul ripe for the picking is now sitting in my studio, and another burst of power for us,” Velvette answered casually. She looked at me and nodded, “this one handled it great. Wasn’t a pretty scene either. First one is always the worst.” She jumped down from the desk and walked over to Vox, her harsh expression melting away as she fell into his outstretched arms, laying her head against him. 

Vox kissed the top of her head as he held her, “you did a good job tonight, babe.” 

“Princessa.” 

Valentino’s voice drew my attention away from them. He walked over to me and gently kissed me. He frowned and rested the back of his hand on my cheek. 

“Princess, you’re pale. Let’s get you home, you’ve had a long day- long several days. I’ve done what needed to be done for the night. Vox, Vel?”

“Yeah, I’m set.” Vox said, leaning against the open door, grinning, “I had a productive night. Between the three of us and our newest contract, there should be less than zero issues.” 

Valentino scooped me up in his arms and kissed me softly. “Let’s go home then, mi amor.” 

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .03

"Get a room!"

(just a little heads up you might be upset with this chapter but like I said this is a slow burn! There's gonna be some obstacles.)

The first official day of the tour, meaning it had been two weeks since we announced our news in the interview. It’s also been two weeks since I punched Tom in the jaw. We really haven’t talked to each other since then, with no flash outbursts of arguments or really acknowledging each other unless it was a quick dirty look or snarky comments under our breaths. 

It had been getting to the others. They were used to us messing with each other but now it’s just pure anger. Pure hatred. We couldn’t stand each other before, but now we couldn’t fathom one another. 

Touring is going to be… something.

Speaking of which our first day is in Cologne Germany. Since it’s the first night we’re going all out. Of course, we’re going to go all out for the other nights but this one is special. This is what shoots off our tour together. As a family. Even if this family is a little screwed we’d have each other’s backs at the end of the day.

I’d hope Tom isn’t too childish to screw anything up for us. 

Right now, I had just finished dressing into a red tank top and black baggy ripped jeans that underneath have fishnets to show underneath. Our makeup artist just finished everyone else's makeup so now it was on to me. She has to make sure we don’t look washed out on stage then we can add whatever we like.

Which is exactly what we’re doing, Bill is doing his little details for me. “Alright, Bill you can come in.” She sighs, looking back at her work before leaving for the singer to barge in and mess it up. He had just finished doing his hair and makeup himself when he was waiting for me to finish up myself.

As he did my makeup he looked extremely focused, wouldn’t let me talk, and wouldn’t talk himself and if I did talk he’d shush me along with smacking my hand pretty hard. 

“[Name]?” A voice calls, my head snapping in their direction. Ultimately destroying Bill’s work, once again earning another slap on the hand like I was a toddler. “[Name]!” He cries, going to my vanity and grabbing a makeup rag. I place m hands up in defense, immediately apologizing.

It ended up being Gustav who called for me so he apologized as well. “What’s up?” I ask the blond, turning my head back for Bill to clean up and then redo what I had messed up.

Gustav ends up standing behind Bill, watching the face beating I was currently getting from an eyeshadow brush. “I want to tell you now but I’m scared you’re going to mess up his look again.” He laughs, and Bill just flips him off. Continuing to not speak like he was doing beforehand. 

“What’s wrong with him?” He jokes, I just press my lips together basically saying I don’t want to say or else I’m going to get hit again. My hand is probably going to bruise from the aggressive hits. 

As we waited for him to finish up Gustav was humming tunes, pretending to drum behind Bill. Unfortunately making me laugh and of course, getting hit! 

“Okay, I’m done. What do you want to tell her?” He puts a hand on his hip, standing up. Now the attention goes to the drummer who took a deep breath.

“Someone’s here for you.” 

“Who?” I motion for him to carry on, getting up from my seat myself.

“Jace Comdonian.” Bill and I gasp, grabbing onto each other in shock. “No fucking way.”

“Where!?” I scream, Bill laughs as Gustav points down the hall, both of us booking it. Going to make a left but Gustav shouts; “Wrong way!” We push over each other, going in the correct direction now. We see the familiar curly-headed boy from behind who was talking to a security guard. “Jace!!” We shout, he slowly turns our way, his face lighting up he waves at us. 

I couldn’t believe it!

I run straight into his arms and he lifts me up, he kisses my cheek before letting me down. “I can’t believe you’re here!” I hold onto his face, forgetting about everyone around us.

Jace was my first official boyfriend when I was 15. It’s been two years since we ended our relationship. Due to me having to leave for the United States a lot for my acting roles, we called it quits. He couldn’t handle the long distance and it was just better off being really good friends. Now I won’t say my feelings have completely gone away (because they haven’t) but we talk every now and then. The last time we talked was five months ago and he was dating a girl. 

Happy for him (No I wasn’t).

“Well, Johanna was supposed to be here too.” He awkwardly says, scratching the back of his head. Right. Johanna was supposed to come to take photos for tonight but she got really sick last minute. Food poisoning I think. 

“She will be missed.” I kiss my fingers, lifting them into the air dramatically. Bill shoves me out of the way and bro hugs Jace. They were pretty close too while we dated. Jace got along with pretty much everyone.

Except for Tom but that didn’t really matter to me. 

“How have you been?” Bill asks him, now stealing him from me so I stand back with Gustav who just caught up. “Doesn’t Tom hate him?” 

“Yeah, who cares though.” I roll my eyes, leaning onto him as he threw an arm over my shoulder, snickering at what I said. I don’t know how they are friends with us. Our nonstop arguing or comments about each other. I wonder if they’ve ever thought about dropping one of us. Probably me if anything since Tom is Bill’s twin and everything. I wouldn’t blame them either if we’re being honest. 

I’m getting side track though. Jace, Jace is wonderful. He was always supportive of me in our relationship. He always wanted me to sing or play the guitar for him. Or show him my auditions for the movies or shows I was getting into. He would fly in sometimes and watch on set. 

I’d do the same for him but he doesn’t want the spotlight of fame. He wants to be a teacher, something I respect even though I never really went to school growing up. He wants to teach elementary kids, mainly he wants to get into art. 

Something I personally fell in love with after him telling me. He is perfect in my eyes. His tan skin, curly brown locks, hazel eyes, and just the perfect dimples that indented every time he smiled. 

“[Name]” It’s almost time!” Georg calls, I push away from Gustav. “Already?” I widen my eyes, I feel like we just did mic checks only thirty minutes ago but looking at the time it’s been two hours. I go up to Jace and kiss his cheek. “We’ll talk after the show?” 

“Of course.” He smiles, nodding for me to go on.

“Make sure he gets to the front alright, please.” I plead with one of the security guards who just nods. I take a deep breath and hurry down the hall with the three boys. I’m guessing Tom is already where he needs to be. 

A lady hands me a mic, and I go on before the others. Just to start the show and then the next song they come in. 

“Hello, Cologne Germany!” I scream (obviously this is in German but I am not embarrassing myself by translating off Google.)

The crowd goes wild as I enter the stage, I wave to everyone. The song was already starting. During it, I’d check to the side to see the guys getting ready, they all cheer me on as I performed. 

The feeling was euphoric as I felt the vibration of my own voice not only in my throat but around the room. The electricity of attention these people had on me made me want to do it all night. 

As the song ended the lights dimmed to only me. “I wanted to thank everyone who came out tonight.” I smiled as everyone cheered once again. 

“Tonight will be a tremendous show, not only from me but my boys in Tokio Hotel.” Taking a deep breath, I continue on. “This will be the first step into many different countries and areas all over. Your love has brought me to go on, to live this wonderful life I live so I give you just a fraction of my appreciation. The rest will be later on.” As they cheered, the boys get into their places, since the lights weren’t on over there no one saw them. 

Then all of a sudden instruments begin and the lights flash on.

The night was filled with laughter, slight mess-ups, and just so much fun. Tom and I competed with our guitars, obviously wasn’t meant to show but everyone noticed. Bill and I dramatically danced with each other as we sang. I went over to Gustav’s platform during the night at one point and showed off my little drum skills. Georg and I threw water at people together as well. 

I want my shows to not only show off my voice but show who we are as people. Make us seem more human than just celebrities. 

Of course, it had to come to an end. It even made me a little emotional to have to get off stage. It was our first night of a huge adventure, something I feel like I’ve repeated over and over but it’s true. This isn’t going to be some little thing that ends in months. It won’t end for a year. A year stuck with these boys who I grew up with as children. Been on magazines with. Endless sleepovers. Everything.

“You did amazing!” I brought Georg and Gustav into a hug, all of us wet from the rain part of Monsoon that Bill made us do. “You’re one to talk, you had the crowd going crazy.” Georg hugs me back. I just wave him off, pretending to blush. Tom was behind us with Bill, they were silently talking about something so I turned around, letting go of the two. “Nice job, Tom.” I politely smile, he raises a brow at first but quietly thanks me. “You too.”

“You guys did fucking awesome!” 

All of us turn to see Jace and I smile, heading over to him and hugging him. Purposely getting him wet. He tries pushing me away but just gives up in the end. “You liked it?” I asked after everyone thanked him. Tom had stopped in front of us, he was giving his guitar to a stage manager. 

“Like it? I loved it.” He squeezes me into the hug more. 

“Move it, you’re in the middle of the hall.” Tom shoves through us, I went to say something back but Jace stops me. “I see he hasn’t changed.”

I sigh, shaking my head. But I push myself back remembering he does have a girl. Even if we’re good friends I need to know my place with this.

“What?” He tilts his head.

“Your girlfriend.” I laughed mainly to myself.

“Girlfriend?” He almost looks offended, not even remembering his own girlfriend? “Oh! Last time we- right. We broke up like a week after that phone call.” He chuckles, pulling me back to him. We started walking to my dressing room this time though.

“Oh! I mean oh… Sorry to hear that.” 

He shakes his head, laughing at me. “No you’re not.” 

“You caught me.” I bite my lip, picking at the dead skin. He lifts my chin up by a finger.

“I want to try again.” He whispers, I harshly blink at him a few times. He caught me offguard okay? 

Because.. What? 

I step back from him, and my nose was slightly scrunched. “Ouch. not the reaction I expected.” He says, I put my hands up trying to go back. “No, no, you just um you kind of said that out of nowhere. I just got off stage there’s just uh a lot going on in my head.” I look around, the tension in the air was building up and I was just making it more awkward.

“Right, I’m sorry.” He says, scoffing at himself. “Hey, it’s okay. Give me some time to think.” I smile, taking his face in my hands to have him look at me. His eyes go straight to my lips and then back to my eyes.

“Can I kiss you, atleast?” 

I don’t even reply I just go on my tip toes and place a kiss on his lips. Not even giving me a chance to get used to it he pulls me closer by my hips.

What we didn’t see were the four boys staring at the scene in shock.

“Get a room!” Georg shouts, Bill and Gustav, roar into laughter as Tom just looked disgusted. I flipped them off, pulling back from Jace.

“I hate you guys.” I lay my head on his chest and they just make kissy noises and walk by. 

So, I just want to add another thing. This will not be a love triangle. Like I said there's going to be some obstacles before you and Tom even get to mentioning your feelings. Maybe... I'm still figuring some things out. Like if I want this to have a sad or happy ending lol. Also, I don't know if I should add smut obviously later on so if you guys want to see anything let me know. It might not happen but I always want some feedback this story is for you guys but it's everything is all in my hands. ;) Sorry for not posting sooner I had work and I was just too tired to post this. I did make it on Wattpad so if you don't want to deal with how it comes out on Tumblr you can go on there. :)

Sorry this is a lot but just wanted to feed some things into here before I go. ALSO, be prepared there might be multiple chapters that will come out by and on Sunday. I'm hoping to have chapter four tomorrow night. Chapter Five on Friday, Chapter Six and maybe seven on Saturday, and then Eight, Nine, and maybe Ten on Sunday. But this is up in the air it might change if I'm too tired from work lol.

Until next time:3

[kikiswriting7]

Take a Chance ✵ JJK ✵ MYG - 3

✵ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✵Summary: Y/N just move across the world to start her University. She is paired with a roommate who is complete social butterfly and makes a bet, Y/N needs to take more chances. And at the hint of her new found friend, her social and romantic life take a dramatic turn.

✵Tags/Warnings: Smut, College AU, red flag, sexual tension. angst, dirty talking, drinking, friends with benefits, full of cliches, friends to lover, temptation

✵Notes: Hi guys! Took a while to update this on AO3 BUT here you go! Let me know what you think <3

lots of love, Kiki

CHAPTER 3 - DAWN

Once more I wake up with the worst hungover. But this time it feels even worse. What the hell happened for me to get like this? I am still wearing last nights clothes and with make up on.  The last thing I remember is Gabi asking those stupid “Drink If” questions. I groan as I leave the bed holdind my head in between my hands. Ugh Im never touching alcohol again. I get up and go to the bathroom in hopes that washing my face with cold water would chase this terrible feeling away.

I reach the bathroom and splash the ice cold water on my face. The only thing that takes it away is the fogness of yesterdays events and everything comes all at once. Us all getting drunk and deciding to go for a walk at the beach late into the evening. Jungkook showing the constelations holding my hand. Coming back home worse. Falling asleep on the couch. Jungkooks strongs arms carring me to my room. Tucking me into bed and leaving shortly after. I look myself in the mirror with pure shock. 

“Fuck…. Eli” I groan. I gamble that she would’ve slept over and go to Gabi’s room where I find them both laying bed looking at their phones. They both just look over their screens but don’t say a word. 

Gabi moves over a bit and pats over the space in between the two. I crawl to the spot and lay face down on the soft and sweet smelling pillow. I let out a groan. 

“I feel like dying” I say the sound muffled by the pillow. 

“you are not alone sister” I receive gentle taps on my back. I sit back down on the bed facing both of them. 

“I’m so sorry for last night, Eli. I swear I didn’t intend to any of that to happen” I say to her with sorrowfull eyes

“I mean, thank you for saying that. I guess hes not really into me anyway. So its fine. Don’t worry about it.” She shrugs

“I promise I will not do anything with him.” I offer.

“its ok if you do honestly. It good that this bandaid was ripped off sooner rather then later. It would’ve definetly hurt much more.” She shrugs it off. 

“do you still feel like to have that movie night today?” gabi asks “We both totally understand if you don’t” I nod in agreement with her. 

“I can text him not to come. I don’t feel very well anyway. I bet he might not be the best either.”

“I mean, we can still be friends. He geniualy seems like a nice guy, just not interested in me like that. So that’s ok. We can still hang out.” She adds, even though with a sad look on her face. 

I give her a hug laying down on top of her. “Are we good then? I was honestly worried that you would be mad at me”

“We are good, don’t worry” she hugs me back laughing “now get off, you are smashing me” she taps my back and grunts. 

With a smile I lay back down between them. Pulling my own phone out of my pocket. 

My heart races as I see the message I received not too long ago. I gasp and both of them immediately look to find out what cause such a reaction. I spring up and scratch my eyes. 

Gabi sitting next to me and pulling my phone out of my hand reading the text out loud. 

 “Good morning! I was wondering if you are up for coffee? I know a place nearby that is quite good”

She slaps my arm. “why are you not up yet!? Go get ready!” motioning me to hurry up.

“Gabi I feel like death has come for me this morning…. I don’t know If I have the energy to go out right now”

“Girl I don’t care, you are still breathing. Go brush your teeth and change.” She says giving a fake smile. “NOW!”

I look to Eli for support but she just shrugs and goes back to being busy with her phone. 

“plus…” she says with her evil grin  “I already texted him yes.” She shows me the phone “he says he will be here in 10 to pick you up” 

My eyes go wide and yank the phone out of her hand. Reading back the messages. She really did send those messages. Oh my god.

“Im going to kill you” I say under my breath

“Well, better be after you get ready. Chop chop” she claps her hands. 

I immediately get up and rush back to my room trying to fix something else to wear. I exchange the black fluff sweater for a hoodie and try to fix the eye liner from last night that makes me look more like a panda than human. 

Once I think that is good enough I quickly brush my teeth and rush to the door to put on a pair of shoes and leave the house. My keys still in the pocket of my jacket from last night is a blessing. If I rush more then this I think I might be sick. I take a deep breath and get my composure back, taking it easy to reach outside. 

I see Yoongi waiting outside the apartment with his phone in his hand. 

“Hey stranger” I say leaving the building. He looks up and gives a small smile. 

“Was about to text you” he shakes his phone and quickly puts back in his pocket.  

It was a cold day but it was sunny, making it a more pleasureble temperature. The perfect day to not have a hungover. But here I was. 

The walk to the café is pleasant. Indeed its not far from my place and the place looks quite cozy. It full of books and it leads to a nice garden. We find a place at a corner all the way at the end of the place overlooking the garden that must be beautiful during spring and summer. The café was quite busy having breakfast and chitchatting. The atmosphere was defintely inviting to stay hours on end. 

“What is your poison?” he asks me before sitting down

“Honestly, a latte would be a killer right now.” I say following it with a quick thanks.

A few moments later he comes back with a tray with more stuff then I thought he would bring. He places my latte in front of me. 

“I was not sure what you would like right now, but I also got a strawberry short cake. Its yours if you like it.” He takes the iced americano from the tray and the chocolate muffin. 

The cake even though, simple looked perfect. Layers of cake, cream and straberries making the slice very appealing. 

I bite my lip before removing the little plate from the tray giving him a smile “Its actually my absolute favorite. Thank you!” which I only receive a small grin in return. 

“So what have you been up to this weekend?” I ask him between bites of the heavenly cake.

“Nothing much.  I’ve spent most of the night busy trying to fix this track I started to make, other then that nothing much more exciting.” He counters.

“Yeah I wish…” I say sighing getting lost in thought from last night. My heart rushing at the thought of Jungkook. No, I tell myself. Nothing can happen. Even after Eli said it was fine. 

“Rough night for you too?” He asks taking me back to reality.

“I swear I’m never drinking again” and rest my head on my hand. He chuckles 

“Yeah JK said you guys were quite drunk” he says casually. But I almost choke on my hot drink 

“Oh I didn’t know you were friends?” I ask him trying to sound casual but probably failing miserably. 

“yeah we are in the same friend group. Well, that and we all share a house. We’ve all known eachother for some years now.” he says taking his attention back to his half eaten muffin. 

I hope he didn’t see my absolute shocked face. But I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be that lucky. Great. Of course they were friends. Did JungKook say anything else to him? Was this why he was being friendly to me? 

“Ah that’s nice…” which is all I can gather to say. He just nods. 

After some small talk and finishing our food the place seem it got busier, with people coming for brunch. The headache still brewing in my brain not giving me pantience, I pinch the bridge of my nose. 

Yoongi seems to notice “ Hey are you feeling ok?”

“Not really” there is no use in lying right now “To be honest I have the worse hungover.”

“No worries we can hang out more on another day”

“I mean, do you want to come over?” I blurt out as we leave the place “Yesterday night, Gabi, Eli and Kook set up to have a movie chill day, I guess.” Now it was his turn to seem bothered. The frown quickly dissolved from his face as it foes back to its neutral face. 

“What are you guys watching?” He asks

“Honestly, I don’t know… If it were by me I would stay hidden under my blankets and nap the entire afternoon.” I say to him “and I’m not even sure if he will show up, since I guess he also drank a lot last night.” 

“Oh, he will” he quickly replies but before I can ask what he means we reach the apartmetn building again. 

I arch an eyebrow at him after unlocking the door as in question “So are you coming or not?” Looking over my shoulder with the door open.

He doesn’t take long to react, following me back into the building. With a shy smile, I lead the way to the apartment in silence. 

The living room is thankfully empty. Perfect. We sit next to eachother on the couch, and decide that the best thing for hungover cure is to watch random youtube videos. The late morning and afternoon passes fast, we left it to fate to decide what to watch, meaning the suggested tab. And after laughing over funny cats compilations, radom travel vlogs and deciding that Japan is should be everyones number one country in their bucketlist, Gabi comes out of her room walking loudly as if to annouce her arrivel and sporting a grin. 

“Sorry, but you were not responding your texts” she smiles at me “Just to let you know JungKook is on his way, he just called me. By the way very nice to meet you! I’m Gabi” She makes her way to give him a small hug that takes him by surprise. His wide eyes looking over her shoulder in search for help, but all he got was a small chuckle. 

Eli doesn’t take long to come to the living room, introducing herself too but this far with just a wave from her hand and a head nod. As if in cue with Eli sitting down, the doorbell rings. Gabi excitingly hops to the door to open it.  On the other side, wearing some loose jeans and a long sleeve, was jungkook holding a tub of ice cream. Gabi is quick to give him a hug and his smile turns into a surprised look when he notices Yoongi in the living room. 

“Let me put this in the freezer” Gabi takes out the ice cream from JungKooks hands and hops back to the kitchen, meanwhile JungKook greets briefly Yoongi and takes a seat on the empty corner of the couch. Trying to avoid much eye contact with either of us. 

“Weren’t you guys all super drunk yesterday?” Yoongi asked to nobody in particular

“Yup” JungKook replies first

“Is she always like that?” He asks again pointing to where Gabi disapeared. Which gets us all agreeing at the same time 

“She says her superpower is to not get hungover” I add while Gabi gets back to the living room.

“ All righty! Super fun!” She drops the small bowl of snacks at the centre table “I guess you guys know eachother?” she asks looking between JungKook and Yoongi. 

“Yeah we are friends for a few years and we live together now that he is also is studying here” Yoongi replies giving a small grin to Jungkook who only smiles back in return, relaxing a bit more on the chair

“Great! So what do you guys feel like watching?”

The debate gets intense when Eli says she would like to watch a romcom and Yoongi suggests a new spy movie that just come out. Gabi sugests a Disney movie that gets quickly shut down by both Eli and Yoongi. For me, I honestly couldn’t care less about what we watch. Both me and Jungkook are watching the heated argument and when we lock eyes we both give a quiet laugh at the situation that we find ourselves in. 

At the end, since it was hard to everyone accept the same movie, we ended up doing a quiz, which resulted in us watching both of the DeadPool movies. The entire time Eli was disgusted and just like Gabi was quick to be on her phone. Yoongi, JungKook and I would laugh and snort at the terrible jokes made throughout.  When the movies were finally over, Eli bids her farewells earning a pout from Gabi. Shortly after both the boys also leave together. They were definetly were good company, I think to myself. Even though it is a bit strange to have all that tension in the room in the beginning. 

Once I start tidying up the living room I notice Gabi just staring with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, waiting to be acknoledged. 

I roll my eyes and say my own good night and leave her. I definetly don’t wanna talk about it whatever she thinks we need to talk about. 

Classes the next day are boring, and I cannot wait for this day to be over. Unfortunately, even though we are on the same course, Gabi and Eli are on different schedules then mine, leaving me to suffer by myself. 

Lunch time couldn’t come fast enough. Lunch at school was quite fun. The food was made by the first years of our course and managed by the third years. In their semester they learn how to operate different departments and the third years how to run different outlets. After settling for a deliciously smelling creamy pasta, I spot Gabi and Eli searching for a spot to sit. 

A hand shoots up and JungKook calls out for Gabi, which leads to us three sitting at his table with his friends. Jin and Taehyung are also there. I sit next to Taehyung, Gabi and Eli on the opposite side next to Jungkook and Jin. 

Suddenly someone drops on the seat next to mine “You know, we are so hurt that we were not invited to your movie night yesterday.” I look to the person next to me, only to find Jimin pouting. 

“The fact that Yoongi was there, makes it hurt even more” Jin says elbowing Gabi. 

“Hey its not my fault” she says “Shes the one who invited him” motioning to me with her head while taking a bit of her sandwich. 

Her call out earned some smirks from the others on the table except Jungkook who, normally is very talkative, staring at his own plate in silence. 

I roll my eyes “It’s not like that.” Which only provokes a snort from taehyung. “Well if you all are so butt hurt, feel free to also join next time.” I try to ignore but my phone buzzes with a new notification. 

JIMIN added you to a new group .

I roll my eyes but honestly finding it quite fun. I miss having the chaos of my friend group from back home, and I’m eager to create these new friendships here. 

 “Ok so next movie night is tomorrow at your place right?” Jimin asks cocking his head at me.

“You cannot just invite yourself” I say trying to shrug him off.

“Though luck” He says “I just did, sweetheart” JungKook laughs at the audacity of his friend.

“Can we please watch something else then?” Eli is the one to say now “Like some romantic comedy or even a Disney movie..” she tries.

“Yes!” Jimin jumps from his seat earning from me a side eye.

All of our phone’s buzz at once with a notification

Yoongi:  ? 

Jimin: Tomorrow movie night at Gabi and YN’s place

Jimin: Presence is mandatory. 

“Don’t mind him” Taehyung says lower to me “If you guys don’t feel like it just tell him off” he shrugs, clearly his friends energy is something that sometimes needs to be ignored. Well, at this point, I can relate, since Gabi’s energy is much the same. 

When I look back to them Gabi and Jimin are excitedly making plans about what we should eat and watch. Both matching each other’s energy, with Jin, Jungkook and Eli, casually adding or removing things from their plan. 

Here we go, I think to myself.  

Indeed, Gabi and Jimin are the on the same side of the coin. Their similarities don’t end at their energy to make plans with their friends. They burst out singing, dancing or their new favorite activity: bother each other. 

It has almost been a week since the last movie night with all of them, and at this point Jimin is set in making this a tradition. Every Sunday, everyone gathers to watch a movie. The first time we all got together, was a bit strange. All of them showed up. Even Yoongi, who Jimin kept teasing that apparently never leaves his house during the week. The teasing earned him a flick on the forehead earlier in the day. 

JungKook also back down on his flirting since the Beach Incident. Even though the way we held hands keeps finding its way back to my thoughts. Eli also seems to be over her crush on JK since apparently, she and Gabi saw him with another girl on last night, at a bar. Good for him, I guess. 

I told myself that I would only let myself go out on weekends as I can just relax for the next couple of days, and that is how I managed to drag myself to this sports bar.

The same way Jimin has the same traits as Gabi, he also is earning a spot closer to me. Gabi swears she is not jealous of him stealing her spotlight, but that just adds fuel to his bickering. Which is exactly what is happening right now. 

“I already told you to drop it Jimin. I - ” she then points to herself in a very dramatic way  “am the best friend. You just arrived at the train and wants to sit at the window. I think not” 

I roll my eyes “Or…. Hear me out….” I add like it’s a secret  “We could all be best friends” I say with a fake smile

“No” they add in unison. Giving each other a side eye when they realize they said it together. 

“Yeah, I will go get another shot” I say promptly getting up. 

“I will go get it for you bestie” Gabis shoots up

“Sit” I say in a serious tone, and she immediately falls back to her chair with a pout. 

The sports bar that we chose to spent Friday evening was not at all crowded. Jin suggested that we all get together at this sports bar close to campus as there were multiple matches they were interested in watching. Of course, most of them were late. The bar was actually quite cozy. The walls were nicely decorated, big TV’s divided the space with all sorts of sports paraphernalia. There was also a pool table, a tarts board and next to it sitting corner with brown leather couches, where we decided to wait for the rest. 

As soon as I reach the bar, and lean against it, the bartender, a friendly-looking guy with a neatly trimmed beard, approaches with a smile.

"What can I get for you?" he asks, wiping down the counter.

"3 shots of tequila, please," I reply, glancing back at Gabi and Jimin, who are now engaged in a heated debate about who knows me better. Their antics bring a smile to my face.

As the bartender prepares my drink, I notice as familiar faces are entering the bar and make their way casually to the couches in the back. The bartender hands me the shots, and I nod my thanks and quickly pay before making my way back to our corner. As I approach, I catch snippets of conversation.

“Now, this is what im talking about!” Jimin eagerly takes the second shot from my hand and passes to Gabi. 

“and where is our shot?” Jin asks with an eyebrow raised. 

“This is their reward for arriving on time and hello to you too” I say and clink my glass with theirs before downing the strong drink while making a face. Gabi acts like she just had a shot of water. I honestly don’t know what type of mutant that she is. 

We all settle into a comfortable rhythm of conversation and laughter, As the night progresses, the sports games fade into the background, and the focus shifts entirely to our group. We play a few rounds of pool, Jimin and JungKook teaming up against Gabi and me. Gabi’s competitive streak comes out in full force, and we end up winning by a narrow margin, much to Jimin’s mock dismay.

“Okay, okay, you win this round,” Jimin concedes, throwing his hands up in defeat. “But next time, we’re definitely taking you down.”

“Dream on,” Gabi retorts, a triumphant grin on her face.

Eventually, we all go back to being around the couches and we are slightly buzzed from the drinks we had for the last hour or so. The conversation turns to future plans, ideas for the next movie night, and upcoming events on campus.

Just as we’re about to decide on the final plans for our next gathering, the door to the bar swings open again, and a familiar figure steps in.

“Well, now this is going to be interesting” Jimin settles back in the couch putting one arm around my shoulder and we all turn to see who just entered the bar. 

It’s Yoongi, and he’s not alone. He’s with a girl I’ve never seen before, her arm casually linked with his. She has this dumb smile splattered across her face and he has his usual unbothered look. They head toward the couches where our group is sitting. I feel an unexpected knot tighten in my stomach.

“Yoongi, who’s your friend?” Jin asks, his eyes twinkling with curiosity as our friend aproaching. 

“This is Mina,” Yoongi introduces her with a small smile. “We met at the record store a few days ago.”

Mina waves shyly, and the group greets her warmly. I try to force a smile, but it feels more like a grimace. It’s unlike Yoongi to bring someone new into the group, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy seeing him with her.

 “I was starting to think you’d ditch us for another quiet night in.” Jimin is the one to talk now, with a playfull smirk on his lips and I know that he loves poking at people. 

Yoongi chuckles. “Not this time. Besides, I’ve been out all day. Might as well end it with some good company.” He says looking at me with an intense gaze. 

Gabi and Jimin resume their playful banter, and while everyone else seems to be taken with Mina, I can’t shake my irritation. She laughs at all the right moments, shares interesting stories, and fits in seamlessly, which only makes me feel worse. My eyes keep drifting back to Yoongi and Mina, and every time she leans and touches him again and againa, I feel like rolling my eyes until its stuck in the back of my head. 

It seems that JungKook notices my distraction and asks the group if anyone wants more drinks. Everyone states what they are drinking, with a quick thanks, and goes back to the conversation with Mina, who is now sharing about a new exhibition coming to town next week.

“Hey, can you help me out with the drinks?” Jungkook asks closer to me as he reaches out a hand to pull me from Jimin's side.

We reach the bar, and he is quick to order everyone's drinks. I honestly don’t know how he managed to keep up with so many different orders.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks quietly, concern evident in his eyes.

“Yeah, just tired,” I lie, offering a weak smile.

He doesn’t seem convinced but lets it drop. The conversation continues at the corner of the bar, but I honestly don’t really feel like listening. Instead, I’m focused on Yoongi and Mina, trying to decipher their relationship. Are they just friends? Is there something more? My thoughts spiral, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. Mina’s laughter rings out again, and it grates on my nerves. I try to push the feeling down, reminding myself that Yoongi is just a friend. I can’t assume that any guy who is remotely nice is into me.

Mina's drink is the last one to be poured. When the bartender finishes pouring her stupid rose wine, I turn to the bartender and add to the order, “Can I actually also have another shot?” I ask him.

“Make it two,” Jungkook quickly adds, drawing closer to me. “If you’re tired, that will knock you right out, sweetheart.”

I take my glass and clink it against Jungkook’s, and I look back at the others sitting. Yoongi catches my eye, and I lift my drink in cheer to him with a ghost of a smile on my lips, before downing it without making a face this time. The burning is welcomed by my throat.

I help Jungkook bring back the cups on a tray, handing them to each of their owners, and plop down back next to Jimin, who barely notices me as he now starts an argument with Jin over which one is the best video game of all time.

Just as I’m about to excuse myself for some fresh air, Yoongi catches my eye. There’s something unreadable in his expression, and for a moment, I wonder if he can sense my unease. He leans over to say something to Mina, and before he can get up, Jk, stands up first. “Going out for a smoke” he announces “anyone care to join?” he asks generally but his playfull eyes fall on mine. 

“yeah lets go!” Gabi jumps up, and follows Jk. I also get up to follow them, maybe some fresh _smokey_ air will help me clear my head, of this unreasenable dislike of Mina, and improve my mood. I cannot be like this the entire night. I need to get it together, and fast.

As I was about to pass him, I feel a warm hand wrap around my wrist, stopping me. “I thought you didn’t smoke?” he says more in a statement then a questioning tone. 

“I don’t. Just going to make them company” I brush it off.

The frown that crosses his face comes as fast as it goes, and I believe that if I blinked I would have missed it. Mina enthusiastically, turns to him to ask his opinion on some music, that now she was discussing with Jimin, 

“You coming, sweetheart?” Jk asks standing not too far, as Gabi is distractedly putting on her coat. Yoongi lets go of my hand and turns to give her attention.

Outside, the air is chilly thanks to our proximity to the beach. Gabi and Jungkook are already chatting animatedly, the glow of their cigarettes illuminating their faces.  Gabi enthusiastically telling stories of her life back in her home country and  how she got so high once that she hallucinated she was in Paris. Our laughter echoes across the empty street.

Gabi apparently was a quick smoker as she was already taking the last drag of her cigarrate, shivering with the cold. “as much as I love your company guys, I think I lost all sensation to my extremities.” She states, a shiver clearly running through her. I chuckle as shes quickly makes her way back inside. 

JungKook nudges me playfully. “Come on, sweetheart,” he says, his breath visible in the cool night air. “Let’s join the smokers’ club.” He holds a laugh raising his eyebrows. I roll my eyes at his remark. 

“Nah, thanks” I brush him off. “I mean… good for you” he says, taking another drag. “this shit kills”

I chuckle. At least he knows. Jungkook is talking about one of our teachers, and how he doesn’t know how he will pass her exams if the classes continue being this boring. 

“Jungkook, its ethics. How did you expect it to be?”I ask with a small laugh,  but my eyes inevitably drift back to Yoongi and Mina. They’re sitting close, their shoulders almost touching, and I can’t help but wonder what they share. I look back at Jk, who is tossing his finished cigarate away, and I expect him to hush us inside. Instead, he leans against the brick wall, exhaling the last of the smoke. “You know,” he says, “sometimes it’s hard to figure people out.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

He nods toward Yoongi and Mina. “Take them, for instance. Are they just friends? Or is there something more?”

I sigh. “I wish I knew.”

JungKook chuckles. “Life’s full of mysteries, isn’t it? Like why Jin insists on wearing mismatched socks or why Jimin thinks he’s the world’s best dancer.”

I laugh, grateful for the distraction. “And why Eli can’t resist buying every cute stationery item she sees.”

“Exactly.” JungKook steps closer. “But sometimes, the answers surprise us. Maybe tonight will be one of those nights.” He winks and nudges me 

As we go back inside, to the comforting warmth of the bar I remind myself that Yoongi is just a friend—a complicated, enigmatic friend. 

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fic idea: George x Reader where Georgie has been so overworked recently and goes out on a case with Lockwood & Lucy so while they’re out reader cleans up the house as much as possible and does chores and bakes cookies to show appreciation for everything George does for the house <3

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute yes!!! once again, this isn't overly long, mostly because i'm still working myself out of a writing slump, but i hope you enjoy!

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For You - George Karim

By no means are you a good cook when it comes to dinnertime at thirty-five Portland Row, but you’re a hell of a good baker.

The smell of freshly baked cookies is still strong when you hear George trudge through the front door with his trademark huffs and scuffling footsteps. You’re still plating them up when he finds his way into the kitchen, covered in what looks like soot and ectoplasm burns on his thick jacket. You have to ignore the way his hair falls over his forehead in such an endearing way to be able to function.

“What happened to you?” you ask with a laugh.

“The ghost’s source was in the house’s very old, very dirty chimney,” he grumbles, tearing his jacket off. “Typical, huh? What’s that you’ve made? Smells good.”

With a grin, you turn and show him the plate of cookies. “For you,” you say. “Well, for Lockwood and Lucy, too, but if they’re all gone by the time those two get back then they don’t need to know.”

There’s a moment where George is silent, looking at the cookies as if they hold some otherworldly secrets, but then he wipes his glasses on his shirt and glances around the room. Apparently, he notices the lack of dirty dishes, rings made from mugs and glasses on the counter, and the absence of a perpetual burnt toast smell, because he nods in appreciation.

“You’ve cleaned up, too. Is that why you didn’t want to go on any cases tonight?”

“Surprise?” You place the cookies down on the table and wiggle your hands dramatically, which earns of huff of a laugh in return. “There was so much that needed done, so I thought I’d get it sorted. Especially since you’ve been working yourself so hard.”

“I haven’t been –“

“Georgie,” you say, “yes, you have. You’re out of the house by nine most mornings now to get down to the Archives, and you’re not back until right before dinner. And, believe me, I appreciate all of the work you’re doing, but I can’t take much more of Lockwood’s spag-bol. Either way, just wanted to show you that I’m grateful for you.”

Already, you can feel your face growing a little warm. What kind of friend cleans a whole house and bakes cookies just to say thank you? A good one, maybe. Or maybe not. You’re not entirely sure what constitutes as being a friend or what is more at this point.

“I washed your dirty clothes, too. They’re on your bed along with some of those pens you lost a few weeks ago. I found them stuffed between the cushions of the sofa. Oh, and –“

His hand reaches forward slightly, and your words come to a stop.

“Am I rambling?”

There’s a little shadow of a smile on his lips. “Yeah.”

And then his hand is on your face, fingers brushing your cheek so softly they almost feel like feathers. Your heart ceases all functions, and your breath stops short. He’s looking at you so tenderly that you fear you might implode.

When his fingers pull away, there’s a faint white dusting along the tips. “You had flour on your face.”

Immediately, your hand reaches up to your cheek to brush away any remaining flour, and George laughs, reaching over again to get the last little bit. Can he feel how hot your skin is right now? You’re not entirely sure of whether it’s from embarrassment or the fact that George Karim has just touched you so nonchalantly without knowing how much it sends your heart racing.

“Thank you,” he says, dusting his hand off. He shuffles back a small step. “You really didn’t have to. Especially not at two in the morning.”

You shrug to try and seem indifferent, but it comes off a little more clunky than you had intended. You are pretty tired, to be fair. “No fuss. I got bored. Besides, I had this recipe sitting around and I know it’s one of your favourites.”

There’s a faint glimmer in his eyes then. “You do?”

“Of course, I do. You told me ages ago, and it’s not something I would forget.”

He gives you a very George smile then – one that looks outwardly quite awkward, but you know is genuinely happy from the way his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. It makes your heart soar and your head feel a little light.

“You know you’re the best right?” he says as he plucks a biscuit off the plate. “Lockwood might pay my wage, but you’re an angel.”

The words take you by shock, mostly because it’s something you never would’ve expected him to say. Usually, he’s far too awkward to compliment you beyond telling you that you’ve done a good job on something or that the jumper you’ve chosen to wear that day is a particularly nice colour, so to hear You’re an angel leave his lips feels like some kind of fever dream.

Are you dreaming? Surely you are. There’s no way that any of this has happened.

But there he is, just a foot or two away, smiling in that unique and entirely enchanting way of his as he breaks his biscuit into small chunks to eat it. There he is, trying to decide whether or not he should keep looking at you or stare down at his shoes with ears that look curiously pink.

“How quickly do you reckon we could eat these before Lucy and Lockwood get back?” you ask.

George’s smile becomes a little bigger. “If we try hard enough, ten minutes.”

He hands a chunk he broke off, and you swear his fingers linger for a little too long to be considered friendly. It makes you grin as you take it.

“Bet.”

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Polaroids: Part 3 (NSFW)

Summary: Negan takes a liking to you after finding Daryl's wallet containing nude polaroids.

Word count: 5584

Character(s): Negan

Reader: Female reader

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Eventual Smut / Slow Burn ??? / Angst / Mentions of Death / Gore / Oral Sex (F Receiving) / Rough Sex / Choking / Spitting / Praising / Creampie (Wrap is up guys) / Negans vulgar language as always

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(AN: OOOooooooo Part 3 is here guys. I love how this chapter came out so I really hope you enjoy it. As always thank you for the wait.)

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Once Negan left you let out a sigh of relief and drifted upstairs taking your bag with you and dropping it on the bed. You emptied the contents out across the duvet and began sorting through the clothes that you'd picked up for yourself. Pulling off tags and peeling off stickers you organised the clothes and tucked them away into your wardrobe before putting the underwear away in your chest of drawers.

Stripping, you place your dirty and bloodied clothes into the wash basket in the corner of your room that was overflowing with clothes that needed scrubbing. Normally a few members of Alexandria would offer to wash your clothes but you turned them down most of the time as you preferred to do your own laundry though seeing the overflowing basket made you think twice about refusing the help.

Walking to your bathroom you quickly turn the shower on and wait for the warm water to flow before stepping underneath the spray. Immediately you worked on washing your face and hair, your arms starting with a dull ache from previously moving the furniture in the abandoned office with Daryl along with carrying heavy bags whilst killing walkers.

The shampoo was rinsed from your hair and the suds were sprayed off your body by the time the water started to go cold. With the amount of people in Alexandria it was becoming more and more difficult to guarantee even a lukewarm shower let alone a hot one but it was an appreciated rarity.

You dry yourself in the bathroom and wrap the towel around your chest as you re-enter your bedroom, though the sight of Daryl pacing in your bedroom takes you by surprise. “The hell are you doin?” He blurts out as soon as he notices you standing in the doorway.

Confusion crosses your face. “I just had a shower, what’s the problem?”

“I’m not talkin’ about the damn shower. You’re going back out there tomorrow, with that asshole.” Of course, Rick told Daryl as soon as he saw him making you shake your head. “I didn’t have a choice Daryl, we need those supplies that got left behind and I couldn't exactly say no to Negan.”

“He doesn’t wanna help, he wants to get you on your own again. You’re one of the best survivors we got and he knows that.”

“Daryl you know more than anyone that I can handle myself. If he tried anything I can handle him.”

He scoffs. “Yeah I bet you can.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You snarl.

“You’ve been gettin’ close to him, bet you’ll be on his dick the minute you’re outta those gates.” He grunts. Closing the gap you raise your hand and strike Daryl across his cheek. “Get out.”

A mixture of shock and hurt crosses his face as he realises what you did. “Y/N I-I’m sorry.” He exhales as he takes a step towards you but in return you take a step back.

“I said get out Daryl. Leave me the fuck alone and don’t come barging in here again.” You sit on the bed, your thumb tracing the stinging palm of your dominant hand as Daryl storms out of the room. You heard him hurry down the stairs and slam the front door behind him as he left muttering under his breath.

You sat, contemplating what to do and whether to go after Daryl and apologise but you shook your head. You had no reason to apologise to him and you were quite happy doing anything you could to avoid him for as long as possible until he apologised first. The rest of the day went by, you did odd jobs around the house and tidied up before climbing into bed and attempted to keep yourself distracted from the inevitable outing with Negan.

Your heart thumped in your chest, you’d managed to suppress your thoughts about him for so long but seeing him today brought so many emotions and feelings to the front of your mind. Feelings that you shouldn’t be having about the leader of the saviours, the very man who had been terrorising your group since he found you, the man who had killed a handful of your friends.

Despite that, your mind wandered as you fell asleep and soon you were dreaming of him, his deep voice in your ear, his hands on your face and his lips on yours make goosebumps rise on your skin. His hands fall to your waist, the hair on his cheeks tickles you as he moves his mouth to your neck sucking a bruise into your skin making your legs buckle. Negan moves a hand from your waist and to the front of your jeans, as he tucks his fingertips into the waistband of your pants and underwear you jolt awake in a hot sweat.

Your stomach was flipping and twisting into knots, your thighs wet and warm from sweating and rubbing them together during your dream. Negan was due to turn up at some point and a part of you contemplated rushing to get dressed and leaving on your own before you had to face him. Loud knocking at your front door made you climb out of bed and throw on your dressing gown. Trotting to the front door you open it without looking through the peep-hole and are greeted with a gorgeous smile from the salt and pepper bearded man. “Come on Darlin’ I thought you’d be ready and raring to go.” He laughs, his voice dripping with sex.

“You’re earlier than I thought you’d be.” You tug the belt of your dressing gown tighter making it close around your body whilst Negan runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Well I wanted to be early considerin’ how far we gotta travel. Plus it means I get more time with my favourite gal.”

“Yeah, right.” You stumble over your words. “Um, I need to get dressed and grab something to eat before we head out. You can come in and wait if you want, unless there’s something you have to do first?” You ask.

“Nah I can wait doll, I won't go snooping around don’t worry.”

You give a quick friendly smile and step to the side letting Negan in. Before shutting the door you quickly scan the street in front of you but don’t see any of your group meaning that almost everyone is most likely still asleep. You shut the door and walk to the kitchen putting some water on the hob to boil so you can make a cup of coffee. “I’ll be quick.” You say  running up the stairs to your bedroom, you throw on a pair of leggings and a tank top accompanied with a pair of comfy trainers and pick up your emptied rucksack from off the floor.

You step into the bathroom and quickly relieve yourself before brushing your teeth and sorting your hair out. In the kitchen Negan is leant against the island with an apple in his hand having just made two mugs of coffee. “Hope you don’t mind me taking an apple doll.”

Snickering you shrug and pick up the mug closest to you. “You take more than that from us anyway.” You say earning a scowl. “Smartass.” He says before downing his coffee.

Standing in silence whilst Negan eats his apple and you casually sip from your mug you relish the warm coffee as your stomach continues to twist into knots at his presence in your home. In your daze you fail to see Negans eyes scanning your body up and down as well as the slight tug of his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s watching you like a hawk and smiles when he sees your eyes fixated on his hands until your gaze drops 

When you finish your coffee you take an apple from the fruit basket in the middle of the kitchen island and go to the living room to scan over the map again. Using a notepad and a pencil taken from your bookcase you make a quick sketch of the road to take to the stores before taring the sheet from the rest of the pad and folding it up ready to take with you “Are you ready?” You ask Negan as he throws the apple core into the bin. He nods whilst you takes your bag and a jacket from the coatrack at the front door.

Since you happened to be someone who was easily approachable, the members of Alexandria that couldn’t go out on runs themselves would often come to you with a list of specific items if they heard that you were going out. As you left your house and pointed Negan to your car telling him to get in one of the women approached you nervously waiting until Negan was out of earshot before asking if you could discreetly grab her a few things whilst handing over a folded piece of paper. 

Opening it up you hid a frown when you read the list to yourself, you always tended to get sanitary products and condoms when you saw them as the end of the world didn’t mean the end of sex. Rarely did you ever have to get emergency birth control since you figured people would be a lot more careful but it was not always the case. “I’ll see what I can get.” You say tucking the paper into the pocket of your jacket and zip it up.

“Oh thank you, thank you so much.” She says before hurrying away back to her house. You climb into the drivers side of the car and throw your bag onto the backseat behind you.

“Your boyfriend don’t look pleased to see me.” Negan says motioning to Daryl who is glaring at you both from his position on the lookout post, you huff and Negan laughs. “Damn, trouble in paradise. Can’t wait to hear about this.”

You start the car and pull away from your house and out of Alexandria. In your rear-view mirror you see Daryl still facing you as the gates are closed but soon he is out of view. Stuffing your hand into your pocket you take out the folded piece of paper that you’d scribbled the directions onto and look it over.

Negan reaches and plucks the paper from out of your hand holding it out of reach like he had done with Daryl’s wallet weeks ago. “Keep your eyes on the road, not havin’ you fuckin’ crash cause you’re looking at some paper.”

“I need to know where I'm going.”

“I’ll tell you, just drive straight. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on between you and Daryl.”

You shifted awkwardly in your seat and mumble a complaint under your breath as you grip the steering wheel. “It’s nothing, we just had a little fight yesterday.” You shake your head.

“Hmm, doesn’t seem like nothing. What was it about?”

“Why do you care?”

“Just making conversation doll.” He answers though you don’t reply straight away. After a few minutes of silent contemplation you speak softly. “He doesn’t trust me.” 

“What?” Negan asks seemingly forgetting your previous conversation.

“Daryl.” You say. “He doesn’t trust me, that’s why we had a fight.” 

“Trust is hard to come by these days, it takes people a long time to learn that not everyone is out to get them. Did he say why?” He asks and you nod.

“He thinks.” You hesitate. “Um, never mind it’s stupid. I turn left here don’t I?” You change the conversation quickly as you reach a crossroad and Negan looks down at the paper then nods. 

He didn’t press you for answers and instead silently watched you in the corner of his eye as you drove and followed his directions. You approached the marked point on the map and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that the crowd of walkers had moved on. “Thought this place would be more hidden, surprised no-one has hit it yet.” Negan says.

“People probably don’t wanna travel more than they need to, especially since there's no guarantee that they’ll make it back. Plus, there’s most likely a handful of groups that don’t have to get supplies for themselves and others.”

“You’re gettin’ on my nerves with that shit doll.”

“Good.” You mutter. Pulling the hand-break up you step out of the car and get your bag from the backseat. “The herd seems to have moved on though I wouldn’t let your guard down. We left the bags of food in that grocery store so that’s where I'm going first, you do what you want.” You say and Negan gives a quick nod as he swings Lucille next to him.

Negan goes into the clothes store next-door as you return to the grocery store to collect the bags from the previous day. You half expected that the bags would be gone but fortunately, as you walked further into the store you saw them next to the counter in the same spot that you’d left them. Dropping your bag next to one of the shelves you fill it up with some more tinned food until it was full and grunted as you lifted the dead weight onto your shoulder, you pick up the bags Daryl had left and returned to your car, opened the boot and dropped them in.

Meanwhile, Negan was walking between the racks of clothes and examining the different fabrics that were scattered around until he found what he was looking for. You entered the store to see him looking through the pile of underwear and putting a few articles off to the side. “I don’t think pink is your colour.” You hold back a laugh as he jumps and almost knocks a display over.

“Funny.” He collects himself. “I was looking at something for my wives.”

“Oh.” You hummed trying to fight the pang of jealousy that bubbled inside of you at the mention of his lovers. “Well hurry up, the bags of food are in the boot and I wanna get going after we’ve hit the Pharmacy.”

“You’re eager to get away from me aren't you.”

“Why wouldn't I be? You force people to join your group and kill or threaten anyone who refuses. Not to mention blackmailing me into giving you head, so I don’t wanna spend anymore time with you than I have to.” You raise your voice at the last sentence and Negan stalks over to you grabbing at your shoulder and shoving you against the concrete pilar behind you.

“Watch your fucking tone with me doll or I'll take your sweet little fuck toy Daryl and break him till he doesn’t know who you are.” He growls whilst towering over you sending an unwanted wave of heat between your legs.

Negan’s face moves closer to yours and his body closes the gap as he forces his lips against your own only to pull away a second or so later when the sounds of groaning and dragging feet can be heard from the entrance. A loan walker had wandered into the store but hadn’t noticed the pair of you yet until it was about a meter or two in.

“Fuck you.” You spit pushing away from Negan you storm to the front of the store and plunge your knife into the walkers head and scan the area for anymore. Deciding to continue with your scavenging alone instead of waiting for Negan you walked to the pharmacy a few doors down and entered with caution. Though it hadn’t been looted you could tell that walkers had been in it since medicines and first aid supplies were scattered across the floor next to toppled shelving units.

Remembering the list that was carelessly stuffed into your pocket you pull it out and scan over the contents again. Using the signs on top of the isles you found the section that you needed and knelt down whilst rummaging through the shelves, grabbing a few boxes, and stuffing them into your pockets.

Negan announces his presence with a soft laugh followed by a question. “You got some private list for yourself there doll?” He asks standing in front of you, resting Lucile dangerously close to your face.

“It’s none of your business.”

His eyes fall on one of the boxes that had fallen from the shelf when you searched it. “Morning after pill.” He states. “Did Daryl forget to pull out?” His hand hits his chest as he laughs.

“They’re not for me.” You stand and push past him with a scowl plastered on your face as you go to another isle to pick up the rest of the items on your list as well as stocking up on the basics like bandages and anti-septics.

“Don’t get pissy doll I’m only joking.” He follows you round and stands at the edge of the isle watching you pack supplies. “Besides, I can’t even count on both hands how many times I've cream-pied my wives by accident.”

“Shut up.” You shout as rage builds inside of you. “God you are insufferable, just fucking leave me alone for fuck sake.”

“Excuse me.” The mocking tone in his voice drops and you take a step back before returning and standing your ground.

“You heard me, or have you gone deaf now too?” You continue, not letting him get a word in. “You know Negan it’s only a matter of time before someone puts a bullet in your fucking head and with the way you’ve latched onto me I just might be the one to do it.”

“I know damn well you did not just fucking threaten me.”

“Get fucked Negan.” You turn to storm off to your car and leave him there but fail to see the walker that had been approaching you after hearing the rising commotion from outside. Falling backwards over the leg of an over-turned shelf you hit the floor and the walker climbs on top of you snapping its rotting mouth at your face. You manage to hold it back by its shoulders so it doesn’t grab or bite at your flesh but you can feel your arms going weaker by the second as it pushes against you. 

Blood sprayed over the wall next to you as Negan swings his bat against the side of the walkers head killing it after two heavy blows. Negan drags the walker off you and dumps it to the floor. “You alright doll?” He asks holding his hand out for you to grab, you’re too shaken to speak but give him a nod and take his hand instead and he helps you up off the floor. “Thank you.” You speak, barely above a whisper. Negan opens his mouth to reply but you cut him off by pushing your lips against his.

You pull away and mutter an apology though Negan decides it’s not good enough. Bending to grab the back of your thighs he lifts you up against his body and onto the nearby counter with ease, wasting no time in positioning his body between your legs he traces your bottom lip with his tongue before shoving it between your parted lips.

When Negans hands begin to move from your thighs up to the top of your pants you quickly grab his wrists and pull away to catch your breath. “This is why Daryl doesn’t trust me.” You breathe deeply, your forehead resting against his own. “He doesn’t trust me around you, and to be honest, I don’t trust myself either.”

“Fuck doll, you’re making it out like it’s a crime to fuck me.”

“You’ve killed a handful of our people Negan, if my group found out they would never forgive me. I’d probably be thrown out and left to fend for myself and-”

“Hey is anybody there?” A gruff voice interrupts your reply and you instinctively drop from the counter and behind the shelf. Negan follows your movements and immediately takes Lucille back into his hand as you listen. “We know you’re in here, the engine of that car outside is still warm and the other stores are empty. Why don’t you just come out with your weapons down and your hands up and we can talk.”

You both remain silent and hope that the men leave but when you heard the crunching of their boots rushing into the store and approaching you Negan is quick to speak out. “How many of you are there?” He asks making you turn back and offer a ‘what the fuck are you doing’ look.

“Three, is it just you?”

“Yeah.” He says pushing you forwards in an attempt to get you to make a run for it but despite his efforts you aren’t able to get far. As you walk forwards a man turn the corner and grabs you by your hair dragging you up from your crouching position and wrapping his arms around your chest so you can’t reach for your gun.

“Now where you trying to run from us pretty thing.” One of the men, who you assumed to be the leader, said as he approached you from the centre of the store whilst his friend tightened his grip around you.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Negan says standing to his full height between the leader and a third guy that was approaching him from behind leaving the pair of you completely trapped between foreign bodies.

“Is this your daddy?” The leader asks motioning to Negan whilst looking at you.

“No.”

“No?” He repeats with a laugh. “So is he your husband or something?”

“Yeah I am, now release my wife.” Negan says standing his ground.

“I wasn't talking to you old man I was talking to the chick.”

“He’s my husband, please we were just looking for supplies for our group.” You whine trying to seem desperate.

“Your group? How many of you are there?”

“It’s difficult to keep count, we’ve lost a few in the past month or so.”

“You got a camp nearby?” He asks and your panicked eyes flick to Negans and you can see him thinking about what to do. The leader looks between the pair of you before stomping over to you and grabbing your face roughly. “Hey. I said do you got a camp nearby?”

Ramming your head forwards your forehead strikes the mans nose and makes him stumble backwards clutching his face after the sickening crack of his nose breaking. Kicking back you manage to catch the guys shin making him buckle in pain and drop you from his arms. Within an instant you spin around and force your knife into his neck and twist it in deeper which makes a scream fall from his mouth. 

The leader wipes his nose and spits blood onto the floor before quickly stalking towards you. Meanwhile Negan had taken the opportunity to swing Lucille up and into the third mans face when he was caught off guard sending him backwards into the floor.

When the leader approaches you with haste you quickly gather all your strength and lunge at him knocking him onto the floor, as you climb on top of him you manage to narrowly avoid the bullet that was fired from his gun that he tried to aim at you and instead plunge your knife into his chest. Knelt over the man you slam the knife into him again and again until you feel Negan tugging at your arm and shouting. “He’s dead, we gotta go there’s a herd of walkers coming.” 

You panic, you have barely enough time to grab your bags whilst Negan is roughly dragging you to the car and forcing you to get into the passenger side as he climbs behind the wheel and starts the engine. He reverses and you hear the car collide with a few walkers before speeding off down the road leaving the massive crowd to descend on and devour the three men that were dead inside the pharmacy.

By the time you pull into Alexandria the sun was already setting and the streets were almost empty with only a few people chatting on the pavements outside their houses. Aaron was stood on the guard tower and opened the gates when he saw your car approaching allowing Negan to drive in with ease.

“Do you wanna come in for a drink?” You ask when the engine stops. “I’ve got a couple of beers in the fridge. Figured we could both do with one after today.”

“Sure.” He throws you the car keys as he climbs out of the vehicle. Since neither Rick nor Daryl seemed to be around you decided to head inside your house instead of alerting them to your return, though you assumed Aaron would inform them anyway. You shut the door behind the both of you and lock it then take your shoes off. Negan follows you into the kitchen after discarding his own shoes and waits for you to remove the cap from the bottles and hand him one. 

Taking a swig he moans at the coldness of the liquid and wipes the little drops of condensation that had rolled onto his lips. “Damn, you were right, I needed that.” He says with a smile exposing his dimples behind his beard. You agree and stand with your back pressed against the sink whilst Negan stands just opposite you leaning against the island in the centre of the kitchen.

He downs the rest of his beer and slides the bottle away from him before grimacing. “This jacket fucking stinks.” He unzips it and shrugs it off his shoulders so it can drop to the floor revealing the semi blood stained white t-shirt underneath. “Yours probably stinks too.” He says and you hum in agreement and empty the pockets of your jacket, dumping the boxes next to the sink behind you, before shedding the garment and dropping it onto the floor next to Negans.

Finishing your drink you watch as Negan tuts at the blood stains on his shirt before folding his toned, tattooed arms across his chest. “Do you want another beer?” You ask using your thumb to point to the fridge. Negan watched you like a hawk and instead of replying he closes the gap between you and presses his lips against yours once again though, fortunately, this time you don't have any interruptions.

Negan’s head is tilted slightly and his hands are holding your waist as you run your fingers from his chest and up through his hair pulling a soft moan from his mouth whilst your fingertips graze his scalp. “You gonna let me fuck you over this counter?” He growls.

“Fuck me yes, but not down here.” You reply taking his hand and pulling him to the staircase.

Rushing up the stairs like a pair of horny teenagers you barely make it into your bedroom before Negan is kissing you again and tugging your top over your head as he starts pushing you over to the bed though you mutter a soft ‘no’ before explaining. “I’m gonna have a shower, don’t wanna get the sheets dirty with blood care to join me?” You ask between kisses and Negan frantically nods. He sits on the edge of the bed and begins to unbutton his jeans as you step into the ensuite and get the shower turned on.

Once the water is warm you step inside and stand under the spray whilst Negan enters the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He enters the shower behind you, pulling the door shut and immediately presses his body up against yours. His rough hands run from your waist across your belly and then up to hold your tits as he kisses at your neck whilst pressing his semi-hard cock against your ass.

“Mmm Negan.” You whine as he pinches your nipples.

He leans in to your ear. “Your body is fucking divine.” He says, his voice as seductive as you’d expected as he turns you round. Negans beard drags along your cheeks as his lips eagerly meet yours in a hot and heavy kiss that gets broken the minute Negan starts to drop to his knees in front of you.

“N-Negan.” You stutter trying to bring him back up. “What are you doing?”

“Shh baby. I wanna taste this sweet pussy of yours.” Raising one of your legs over his shoulder Negan grips your waist to keep you steady as his tongue dives into your sopping cunt, he rotates between tongue-fucking your hole and roughly sucking at your clit making your legs shake at the intense pleasure that was building up. You feel Negans teeth graze your clit as he continues his ministrations and all you can do is tug at his hair and try to keep your balance on the wet floor.

Your head is thrown back in pleasure and you cry out when you feel Negan shove two of his long fingers into your pussy and curl them inwards practically scooping your juices down his fingers and into the palm of his hand. Negan raises making your leg drop off his shoulder and wraps a hand around your throat. “Open that pretty fucking mouth doll.” He commands and you comply opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out willingly accepting his two fingers as he shoves them into your mouth.

You gently suck your cum from his fingers whilst staring into Negans eyes as he swills something in his mouth. Roughly removing his fingers from your mouth Negan grabs your chin and forces your mouth open again using his thumb and index finger to dig into your cheeks. When your mouth is open again Negan leans over you and spits directly onto your tongue. “Fucking swallow it baby. Don’t waste a drop.” He grabs your throat again until you close your mouth and swallow his spit.

“Show me.” He says and you open again, sticking your tongue out to show him that you’d swallowed. “Good girl, you’ll do anything I fucking ask won't you.”

“Yes Negan.” You reply with a wide smile and soft laugh. Negans lips meet yours again and he bends down to grab the backs of your thighs and lift you up against his body. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he presses your back against the wall of the shower. Holding you still with one arm firmly grasping one of your butt cheeks he grabs a hold of his cock and tucks the tip into your entrance before holding you with both hands again.

You moan into his mouth as he slowly pushes his hips to yours until his cock is fully sheathed in you. “Fuck baby, you feel better than I imagined.” He moans as he pulls back before thrusting into you again quicker. “You spent a lot of time imagining my pussy?” You ask between pants.

“Every night darlin’, every, fucking, night.” He pumps in and out of you roughly in order to emphasise his point. “Been looking at those pictures I took when I fucked your face and jerking myself red raw, shit I haven't even been fucking my wives cause I drain my balls too much to those polaroids.” He whines and bites down on your shoulder whilst maintaining a steady rhythm.

“Fuck Negan, that’s so hot.” You say as he starts to speed up his thrusts. His cock is angled perfectly, grazing against your sweet spot every time he pulls out and thrusts back in.

“Yeah? You think so? You getting wetter at the thought of me jerking off to your slutty pictures?” He moans and it’s true. The thought of Negan desperately hurrying back to his room just to shove his pants down and bring himself to release at the pictures of you makes you clench your pussy around his cock.

Negan digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs as he sucks and bites at your shoulder and collarbone. Pressing you flush against the wall he’s able to thrust up into you quickly making you quiver with pleasure. “Shit, please Negan.” You beg, aching for your release. “Please, I’m so close.”

A roar bellows out of Negan as he slams into you as hard as he can, his fingers no doubt making bruises form under your skin from how hard he’s gripping you. He bites down onto the flesh of your neck and then soothes the pain by sucking on the skin gently as he releases deep inside of you. The feeling of Negans cum being pumped into you by his throbbing cock and flexing balls is more than enough to finish you off. You claw at his back and tug on his hair as you shake against his body and chase the end of your pleasure.

His forehead rests against yours as you pepper kisses on one another lips between panted breaths and praises. “You can put me down now.” You feel him try and re-adjust his grip on you.

“Yeah but I like having you in my arms.” He smirks. “Fuck that was a little soppy. Alright get down.” He says releasing his grip on your thighs and allowing your legs to drop from around his waist though you keep your arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss. “You gonna help me get cleaned up now baby?”

“Anything for you Negan.”

Tag List: @jdmslut-red​ / @melixson​ / @neganswoman​

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in September 11th and 12th, 2023 🎀

Did not have the time to make one yesterday as I didn't get home til almost 11 pm and was so tired that i immediately passed out. I had a really good day today(Tuesday), tho! I ordered a bunch of stationery off of Stationery Pal and Kawaii pen shop, and ahhhh, I love all of it, and they BOTH came in less than a week after I placed my order. The quality of everything is *chefs kiss* and I am so excited to start using all this stuff in my university academics as well as my self study goals! I might even switch back to paper notes because of all the stuff I bought, who knows.

Will not include What I Ate as I honestly don't remember, I am very tired at the moment(Tuesday night), having run most of today with 3 hours of sleep. This check in is going to be a bit more on the self care self compassion side as I had a rough two days honestly.

🩷 Personal Achievements -

Washed my hair

Made it to both classes on time

Organized my new stationery in my desk

Cooked steak *actually* good in my food fundamentals class

🩷 Academic Achievements -

Completed a PSYC writing assignment

Completed NUTR assignment

Completed pre lab quiz for my Anatomy Lab

Completed Osmosis lab report

Earned my Human Subjects Research Training certificate for my PSYC class

(I’m certified to use human subjects in research studies at my university for the next 3 years now, how cool!?)

Should I make a post about the stationery I got? Like a haul/review post? Let me know what you think! It’s all pretty aesthetic so I would love to share my opinions on the quality of the stuff I bought….and I bought a lot of stuff without realizing it!

🩷 As of today, Wednesday September 13th, here’s a little academic todo list for today:

Weekly Writing for my Food Fundamentals class

Take my Exam 1 for my NUTR class

Read Chapter 11 for my Personal Finance class + take notes on IPad

Complete my Nutrition Log for my Fitness for Health and Sport class

Study Japanese for 20+ minutes

🩷 And here’s a little personal to do list for today:

Change current fitted bed sheet to new one I just bought and washed, throw away old one

Take my bedroom trash out, throw out package box

Clean bathroom completely

Sweep bedroom

Organize desk more efficiently

Wash my current dirty laundry

Put away previous clean laundry

Change clear shower liner to my new one

Throw out old carpets and replace with new ones

Follow my skincare routine (my face is begging to be taken care of again)

Possibly hang up my string lights with clips behind my desk and attach BTS photos to clips 💜

Budget for paycheck tomorrow

This check in was definitely a little different than the others, especially cause I started it last night but had to save it as a draft cause I nearly fell asleep while typing it up. I will definitely post an update tonight to see how much of my to do lists I accomplished! Looking forward to having today to myself, as I didn’t go to class due to the extreme rain we’re having (I walk to my campus as I do not drive…at all) and I’m completely home alone today! Let the productivity begin!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍

[sadistic-kiss]

Do you have any advice for writing a smut scene?

Ooo~ I just started typing on my own in like august so I don’t think I’m a professional but I can kind of tell you what I do personally.

For starters I like to set… the mood. Like as if I’m seducing myself lol. I know that sounds crazy but hear me out. You want to get your mind in the right zone. What characters are you writing for? When I write smut for sukuna I listen to sleep token. For some reason it gives me a sukuna vibe. Sexy rock. For toji I play some daddy sounding slower songs like baby I’m yours because I want to be his precious little princess 👑. What kind of smut scene is it? Teasing? Sweet? Hot? Set that mood. My music taste may not be the same as yours. But finding a song that makes you think of the character or the smut is almost a must for me. Hell I saw an edit the other day and immediately flipped open my laptop to type 😂. Anyways~I think it’s important to not know just the characters but also yourself.

Write what you like. Writing for others seems a bit weird to me. I write stuff I want to read. I write stuff that I like. If someone asked me to write about a kink I don’t like it would be hard for me since I don’t know the appeal.

For instance, I have this weird ass kink where it turns me on when men do their girls makeup. So I will put these little weird kinks in my stories and maybe someone else will like it or come to like it.

I feel like you have to do the same for your smut. What turns you on? Use your five sense. Taste. Touch. Smell. Sound. See.

What turns you on about the character you are writing for? What do you like when you look at him? His muscles? The way he runs his fingers through his hair? What about the way he smells? His cologne? or the way he taste on your lips. Which brings me to my next topic, I also have a deep fetish for guys that enjoy oral pleasure. Like when they eat a girl out in such a sloppy messy way and seriously enjoy it like it taste good. Wanting more, and wanting to make me cum. Wanting to control and dominate me in the best ways possible.

So after you get those mental images and set the mood now it’s time to type it out. Goooo slooooow. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine I am the character getting seduced or I am the character seducing. If I were seducing myself, how would I do it? Where do I like to be touched? What do I like? And when I think of myself in their eyes how do I want to be seen? Cute hot Submissive and breedable 😌✨. That’s why all my reader characters turn out submissive because I’m a sub at heart. I’m sure a lot of the dommy mommies hate my stories 🥲 I’m so sorry.

The next step is to use words that sound good to your ears. Like you don’t want to put, “He touched his pee pee.” That sounds silly. You want to put words like “cock” or “pussy”. These are the dirty words. Use DIRTY WORDS. So filthy it makes your mother want to wash your mouth out with soap.

And when you can’t find another word use a thesaurus. It is your best friend. You don’t want to keep repeating the same words over and over again so you should try to find other ways to say them or find creative ways to describe it.

Like instead of…

“He slid his hand between your thighs to touch your panties…”

You could say,

“His fingers found their way underneath your skirt, teasing you through the thin fabric that cling to your wet cunt.”

Once you are done writing your smut you want to go back over it and read it again and again. Super slow! Make sure it flows nicely and it doesn’t jump from he took off her clothes to the penis was in her hole bam bam done. The actual penetration is sometimes not even the best part. Sometimes It’s the journey.

You are seducing your audience. You want to reel them in and give them a good time. Not too fast and not too slow.

So when you read smut or watch smut or I dunno do the smut *Immature giggle* 🌚🌝, look for things that… well- TURN YOU ON! And keep a note of that. I got turned on the other day on a date with this guy, from his nice smelling cologne, to the way he cocked his eyebrow at me to the way he told me no when I tried to pull out my card to pay and when he opened my door for me and helped me out of the car then said have a goodnight sweetheart giving me a kiss on my cheek. Like I was ready to combust and we didn’t even have sex! Like the whole event was such a magical moment! You want to portray that feeling! The feeling of magic! Exaggerate it! Tell me the cock is so good it makes my toes curl and my body tremble 😂

On the flip side, take a mental note of what you don’t like. And be sure to don’t add that in unless you want to create an awkward moment I dunno lol. It’s your fetish maybe you are into that , and by the wise words of Gojo Satoru (in all the stories I write) we don’t kink shame 😌✨

I read a lot of fanfic some good some not so good. Bad grammar is one of the bad ones. I can be so involved in a story and then some messed up grammar can take me out of the mood completely. Or it can be too choppy and quick. You want everything to flow like the ocean. From start to finish. You should be able to read the smut without being taken out of it. You want your readers to escape into the smut. Make it delicious.

Bottom line is, be creative ✨ be dirty 🧼 but most importantly have fun with it 🖤

Annnnd~ if you want to send me your smut I can give it a read for you and try to help as best as I can. I love smut so no I don’t mind reading it 😊

[the-fiction-witch]

Wooden Bath

Media game of thrones

Character Jojen reed (slight age up possibly)

Couple Jojen x Reader

Rating smut af!

Concept bath time

Smut (okay here we go) nudity/ swearing/ fingering/ BJ/ nipple play/ spanking/ full sex/ 'pet'/ 'master'/ 'good girl'/ overstimulation/ riding/ from behind/ jizz/ underwater (in bath) sex/ biting/ hair pulling/ Dom & sub/ I think that's everything.

I hurried my way along the wooden jetties, the floating pathways and wooden steps that were all so overgrown with moss and ivy you'd swear they were a part of the earth itself, they even moved and swayed with the water and wind of the marshy lands. I headed inside my little marsh house in the general keep of the greywater watch, it didn't really have a keep. The castle of grey water was built on crannog and so like the pathways it floated and shifted as required the house was a tall tower that blended into the trees. I shut up my little house and slipped my jackets and such off leaving me in only my thin green dress throwing my belt to the floor. I wrapped a cloth around my hand and pulled the cauldron from the fireplace, tipping the hot boiling water into the wooden tub as I was in need of a bath. I set it back over the flames and refilled it with water, throwing a marsh frog or two in for soup. I let the water cool throwing in my wash cloth and my soap letting it bubble a little before turning my attention to myself in the mirror slowly pulling my knotted hair out of its braids and twists as I stood in my thin rough green dress the one button all that prevented me from being naked as I wore nothing below it on these warmer days, my nipples even poking through the dress as they often did. I checked my water again and was about to slip off my dress when I heard a sound behind me.

"Hello pet" his dark voice chuckled making me jump turning to my door in shock

"Master reed-" I began seeing the young man, heir to house reed, Jojen. Dressed as usual in his houses colors with his matted fur over his shoulders 

"Humm don't act surprised pet. You knew I was coming" he smirked 

"I suppose I did," I blushed "forgive me I was about to have a bath"

"Were you? I got here just in time then" he smirked slipping his fur off and some of the more lordly parts of his clothes leaving him in his off green shirt and tight brown leather pants and boots he came close to me leaving me with no room to escape checking my water himself "go on then, don't want the water to get cold" 

"But your here-" I began

"Like it's anything I haven't seen before" he smirked fiddling with the little button on my dress making me gasp "excited to see me pet?" He cooed running his hand up to grasp my breast and rub my nipple with his thumb in a clockwise circle 

"Uhh jojen-" I gasped 

"Ummm I'll take that as a yes" he growled "go on pet. Have your bath." He demanded "or I'll have to give you… something else for being such a dirty girl" 

"Yes master reed" I nodded fixing my hair a little pulling it up into a ponytail 

"Don't you toy with me pet" he growled, grabbing the little button of my dress and giving it a firm jank, ripping it from the fabric leaving nothing to keep it together exposing my pale skin to him which he immediately stroked from my stomach up towards my breasts "so beautiful. Go on, before I changed my mind about letting you have a bath" he smirked moving to sit on my bed I giggled and slowly slipped off my dress leaving me naked, he looked over every inch of me with a dark wicked smile I did try and hide myself but he only smirked more "no point hiding pet. Nothing I haven't seen before. You forget I have already seen you and already seen what will happen tonight I'm just watching it live" he smirked "in your bath and we'll get you cleaned up"

"Yes master reed" I blushed climbing into the hot steaming water 

"Go on, clean yourself up"

"You don't want to help me master?"

"Not yet pet. Soon" he winked 

I giggled and rubbed the soap across my washcloth making sure I had plenty of bubbles, running them across my arms slowly and seductively, he merely smirked watching me as I scrubbed my body clean I did make sure to be slow and sensual for him especially when cleaning my breasts and my legs 

"Hummm dirty little thing aren't you pet" he growled moving over kneeling beside my wooden bath tub 

"Maybe you should help me be clean Jojen"

"Alright. But I get to do it" he smirked slipping his shirt off and giving my lips a soft but passionate kiss as his hand slipped into the water he stroked my thigh pushing it apart before moving his hand to meet my clit rubbing it softly before pushing his fingers deeper inside me 

"Uuughhhh! Jojen!" I squealed pulled back unable to stop my moans as his fingers moved hard and slow rubbing on my clit where he needed too

"Yeah you like that pet?"

"Uuuuuuuhhh!'

"Do you?"

"Yes master" I blushed leaning my head against the wooden tub my back often arching in the water from his fingers movements "uuuuuuuuuuughh! Uuuuuuuhhh!"

"Awww your so cute when your horny"

"Uughh jojen-"

"Does my dirty little pet love masters fingers inside her?" He cooed leaving kisses on my neck 

"Yes" I gasped 

"Hummm does she wish It was masters cock?"

"Uuuuuuuhhh yes! Please Jojen"

"Hummm my dirty little pet. You really did need a bath didn't you" he growled grabbing my breast "ummm such a dirty girl" he cooed "turn over. Now" he demanded

"Yes master" I blushed moving to my stomach keeping my head out of the water of course he slapped my ass hard "AHH! Jojen!"

"Maybe I wouldn't be so harsh of my pet wasn't so dirty" he growled spreading my ass before returning his fingers inside me far more mercilessly then before

"Uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh Jojen please -"

"I don't know dirty little girls shouldn't get to cum" he smirked slapping my ass 

"Please," I whined 

"On one condition pet" he smirked 

"Yes Jojen?" I cooed he got to his feet stripped off his clothes leaving him naked climbing on my wooden bathtub with me sitting at the other end stroking his hard cock 

"Come and ride on master" he cooed 

I blushed but moved over and sat on his lap leaning my hands on his bare chest often stroking his prominent v "don't just touch pet. Inside"

"Inside where?" I smiled playing innocent

"I don't care. Your mouth. Your ass. Your pussy. So long as I'm inside you" he growled 

"Alright" I giggled moving to let him slip inside me "uuuuuuuuuuughh! Jojen!"

"Uhhh fuck! You dirty girl" he growled grabbing my ass hard groping me as he guided me to ride him "ummm you're such a dirty girl. The biggest bath in the world couldn't clean my dirty pet" he growled kissing my neck and shoulders 

"Uuuuuuuhhh uuuuuuuuuuughh!" I moaned unable to hold back how good he felt inside me 

"Yeah you like that?" He growled holding my hips to thrust as deep as he could

"Uhhh!"

"You like that?"

"Uuuuuuuhhh!" 

"Say how much you love it and I'll let my pet cum down masters cock"

"Uuuuuuuhhh Jojen please!"

"Say it. Say how much of a dirty girl you are. How bad you need me. How much you love your master"

"Uuughhhh! I love my master so so much"

"Humm cute pet. Ohhh yeah you dirty little thing" he growled his attention turning to my breasts as they had now gotten hard from our playing and from partly rubbing on his chest he took my breasts in his hands making sure to rub some soapy bubbles over them before his fingers mercilessly plaid with my nipples twisting them and rubbing them to cause even more pleasure which he worked into forcing me to ride and grind against him "humm I should have you chained up in the watch pet. You're such a cute plaything." He Cooes "but then I'd we'd run into trouble wouldn't we. I'd be fucking my pet every night, you'd end up with my seed inside you. And that would be a scandal wouldn't it pet? Heir to house reed knocking up some little marsh girl" he growled "I don't think anyone would blame me, after they saw what a dirty girl you are for me."

"But then some bigger lord boy might want me instead?" I giggled

"He might. But I'd start a war for that pussy pet."

"You would?"

"Happily" he smirked pulling me to kiss him his thrusts getting faster so I matched him as best I could even if his playing and thrusts left me a squealing mess "hummm you love that don't you?" He growled and I nodded "humm say it and I'll let you cum" he growled moving a hand to mercilessly rub my clit

"Uhhhhh uuuuuuuuuuughh Jojen please!"

"Say the magic words and you can cum"

"Uuuuuuuhhh uuuuuuuuuuughh! Uhhh master! Uhhh I love you!" I squealed as my orgasm hit making me slightly squirt my body shaking before I collapse against his chest gasping for breath and he moved his hands to the small of my back and my ass 

"Awww good girl pet." He Cooes slowly Letting me ride it out as he peppered me with kisses "good girl. I love you too" he Cooes 

"We should get out the waters getting cold" I giggled

"Ohh. No." He smirked "were not done yet pet" he smirked forcing us over so he knelt on the bottom of the tub and I was on my back my head against the tub he held my hips tightly putting my legs on the rim as he mercilessly thrusted pounding inside me with little regard for mt overstimulated screams "awww your so cute. You really thought you'd act so dirty and get off with just a few slaps and a little nipple play. Hummm you should know master better then that pet" he growled moving fast and hard leaving me to scream "ummm my dirty little thing. Maybe I should take you to grey water with me. Chain you up and have you at the end of the bed to suck my cock every morning, by my bath to ride me, on my balcony so I can look at the view an fuck that slutty ass. Uuuuuuuhhh! Come on pet. Or I swear I'll tie you to your bed and give you the sort of spanking a dirty little thing like you deserves"

"Uuuuuuuhhh Jojen please i-"

"I know you can pet. And I know your close already. Uuuuuuuhhh you know master can't cum without feeling his pet cum around him" 

"I already -"

"I know. But I want it again. And your going to do it. Or I will tie you up and have you choking on my cock until morning" 

"Uuuuuuuhhh Jojen please-" I screamed knowing I was close from being so overstimulated

"Uuuuuuuhhh yes! Yes! Uuuuuuuhhh fuck pet!" He moaned biting his lip and shutting his eyes as he focused so intensely "uuuuuuuuuuughh uuuuuuuuuuughh! Fuck you dirty girl!"

"Ahhhhhhh! Jojen!" I squealed feeling a second orgasm rush though me and as soon as I did he frozen up his jaw hanging low his head thrown back as he finished deep inside me 

"Uuuuuuuhhh… uuuuuuuhhh! Uughhh. Fuck. Fuck" he groans "ummmmm you dirty dirty girl" he Cooes kissing me before he pulled out making us both groan between our rappid gasps I giggled a little already feeling his seed slipping out due to my wetness and the surrounding water I just laid in the cooling water letting my mind clear from the mad rush of pleasure he learnt on the other side clearly doing similar "I love you so much y/n"

"I love you too Jojen"

"Fuck. You took it out of me pet" he complained climbing out the bath laying on my bed still dripping wet but I had a cloth already there for me anyway

"Yeah you did too" I giggled getting out and cuddling with him on my bed he happily cuddled me too letting me lay on how chest 

"I really do love you y/n. And I love getting to see you even just for sexy time"

"I love you too Jojen and I love our sexy time"

"well … my father isn't expecting me back till dark so, how about I throw my dirty girl on her bed and eat her pretty pussy a while?"

"No Jojen I need a rest"

"Fine" he pouts "...my dirty girly on her knees sucking master's cock?"

"Well… humm yes master" I cooed moving to my knees on the floor and taking him in my mouth being gentle at first but that didn't last long as he rolled and groaned against my bed 

"Uuuuuuuhhh! Uuuuuuuhhh! Uuuuughh!" He moans "uuuuuuuuuuughh yes! Yes! Uuuuuuuhhh you dirty girl" he groans grasping my sheets tightly"uuuuuuuuuuughh stop stop!"

"What's wrong?" I asked moving back

He gasped struggling for breath "uhhh you'll make me cum pet" 

"Isn't that what master wants?" I cooed innocently licking his shaft 

"Uuuuuuuhhh! You dirty little thing!" He growled so I took him back onto my mouth "uuuuuuuuuuughh don't you fucking dare!" He demanded but I still sucked and licked bobbing my head faster and faster giving him no escape from the endless pleasure of my- "uuuuuuuuuuughh! Uuuuughh! Uuuuuuuhhh fuuuuuck!" He groans his hips jerking erratically as he came in my mouth I giggled and swallowed even licking him clean leaving him a gasping mess "you dirty girl. Pets are meant to do as their master says" he warns Still trying to think straight after that 

"I gave master what he wanted" I giggled getting to my feet innocently stroking my naked body for him 

"Did you now?" He growled grabbing my hips forcing me down on my stomach slipping four fingers inside me 

"Uuuuuuuhhh! Jojen!" I screamed 

"You don't get to decide that pet" he growled in my ear pulling my hair hard and then slapping my ass "I'm gonna spank you till your too sore to sit down. Maybe then my dirty little pet with learn who's the pet and who's the master" he smirked fingering me mercilessly all while he slapped and spanked my ass hard leaving me with tears from both overstimulation and the pain of his slaps my ass sore and likely red from his spanking all while I was dripping down my legs from his fingers "hummm two orgasms and still dripping for master. Pretty little pussy knows what it wants too bad my let can't behave herself. If she did her pretty pussy would get everything it wants so badly. Ohhh yeah this little pussy wants it bad. I can feel you dripping. Clenching,  throbbing around my fingers pet. You must be so desperate for my cock. Even after everything I've already done to you" he smirked spanking me again "my pet must love masters cock so much" he growled 

"Uuuuuuuhhh yes! Jojen please i-"

"Quiet. You want everyone in westeros to know what a dirty girl you are?" He smirked "I'll let you rest on one condition"

"Yes?"

"Who owns this beautiful pussy?"

"My master"

"Good girl. Who can fuck it whenever they want?"

"My master"

"Who gets to use you like the dirty girl you are?"

"My master"

"Who do you obey. No matter what it is I ask?"

"My master"

"Good girl" he smirked moving his hand away letting me rest with one final slap across my ass and he carefully flipped me to my back "good girl pet" he Cooes kissing me gently "hummm look at that" he smirked straightening up a little I blushed hard seeing he was now fully hard again "my pet being so wet and dirty got master all hard. What are we going to do about that?' he Cooes

I blushed giggling a little and opening my legs wider 

"Humm that's my girl" he smirked climbing ontop of me.

[shmaptainwrites]

[CH.8] New Doctor on the Block

Chapter 8: Fear of the Unknown

Pairings: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!Reader

Characters: Hawkeye Pierce, Frank Burns, B.J. Hunnicutt

Summary: Reader and Hawkeye balance on the line between friendship and something more

Warnings: angst, they're idiots

Note: Again not gonna lie as much as this chapter is frustrating I LOVE it. also i know this is late BUT barely anyone reads this so does it really matter???

Series Masterlist - NDotB Masterlist

“If I see even one more eighteen-year-old in here I’m going to talk to MacArthur myself,” you groaned while taking off your mask and tossing it in the dirty laundry bin. “And what I’d give to get out of these scrubs.” 

“That can be arranged,” Hawkeye teased, but you were too tired to shoot him any kind of retort. 

“It is an honour to serve one’s country at the front, I don’t understand why all of you make such a fuss about it.” 

“Think of it this way Frank, if we kill all of our young men how are we going to have any more patriotic Americans to fight in World War Three?” you asked sarcastically. 

“Oh hardy-har-har,” he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re all a bunch of peace-loving pacifists.” 

“Yeah, pretty much hit the nail on the head,” B.J. nodded. 

Once you had washed up a bit Hawkeye offered you his arm, 

“Walk you to your tent, madame?” 

“Of course, kind sir,” you curtsied and used the hem of your scrubs as a makeshift skirt. 

You linked arms with your fellow surgeon and began the walk to your tent from the OR. 

“You did well in there,” you told Hawkeye. “With that back injury. There were a lot of tough calls, but I think you made the right ones.” 

“Thanks. It’s funny, sometimes after one like that I can barely remember what I did,” he admitted. 

“Call it operating fatigue,” you said as you came up to the front of your tent. “This is me,” you shrugged. 

Hawkeye was about to wave goodbye and turn away to head to the swamp, but you stopped him. 

“D-Do you want to come in for tea, maybe?” you asked. 

“Tea,” he nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I could go for a cup.” 

You opened the door to your tent so he could enter and immediately went to boil some water in your kettle. 

“I get my parents to send me tea bags from back home. I can’t start my morning without drinking a cup.” 

“So not much of a coffee fan then?” 

“I’ll drink it on occasion, but I prefer a nice hot mug of earl grey any day. I developed a taste for it when I was serving as a nurse in England. There was always plenty of tea to go around,” you answered him while placing two tea bags in a couple of mugs you had in the room while you waited for the water to boil. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in here before,” he commented, browsing at the few things you had brought from home and put on display. “Magazine clipping?” he asked, pointing to a framed picture you had of a cozy little town tucked between a forest of maple trees. 

“No, that’s home,” you came to stand next to him, picking up the frame and examining it. “I took that picture before I left, just a little something to remember it by.” 

“Reminds me of my hometown,” he said. “Except maybe make it a little more coastal and add a dash of lobster theme here and there and you’ve got yourself Crabapple Cove.” 

“I guess that makes us neighbours then. You’re in Maine, I’m in New Hampshire.” 

“I really can’t say no to lunch with your family when we get back then,” he remarked and you chuckled just as the kettle began to whistle and you quickly rushed to take it off the heat so it wouldn’t wake anyone around you. 

You poured the boiling hot water into the two mugs while Hawkeye came and watched you work almost as intently as he would if you were performing surgery. 

“Here you go,” you passed him a mug. “Careful it’s boiling.” 

He took it from your hands and placed a curled knuckle under your chin, turning your face to his before you could pick up your own mug. 

“Your tip, madame,” he murmured, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and your arms found themselves wrapping around his neck while he put his tea off to the side on your table. 

“Your change, kind sir,” you mumbled between breaths and kissed him back, waiting for the other shoe to drop, something to go off in your head and tell you that you shouldn’t be doing this. It didn’t come as fast as you thought, your head was too busy swimming in feelings you hadn't felt in a while, but when it did, you were quick to pull away. 

“Wait, wait wait,” you pushed him gently off you, just at half an arm’s length. “Ben, what are we doing?” 

“Well, if I’m not mistaken I kissed you and then you were kissing me back. And I don’t know about you, but I quite enjoyed it.” 

“No, I-I don’t mean that. I mean us,” you let go of him fully now. “I have kids at home, I’m a mother. I-I think I’m past the stage in my life where I can just do a nighttime rendezvous.” 

“What if I told you that’s not what I want?” he asked. 

“I-How can I believe you?” you squeezed your eyes shut and walked to the other side of the tent. “There’s a new woman every other night, Ben.” 

“I-” he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “There hasn’t been one in a while.” 

“How long is a while?” you asked. 

He went silent for a moment.“Since the first night you came to the swamp.” 

You pursed your lips, “That doesn’t change the fact that I have a family to think about.” 

“And I’m starting to think this really has nothing to do with your lack of faith in me,” he pressed. “What is it really? Because unless I’ve been hallucinating, we’ve been tiptoeing around this line for some time and I’d like to think it wasn’t all one-sided.” 

“What do you mean what is it? I have responsibilities, Ben-,” 

“So do the rest of us. What’s the deal?”

“And why does it matter so much?” 

“Because I find these conversations go a lot better when both parties are telling the truth about how they feel!” he insisted.

You felt the lump in your throat begin to grow and you knew you couldn’t hold in what was in your heart any longer. He was right, he deserved the truth and you needed to say it. 

“You want the truth, Ben? I don’t want to fall in love with you because what if I lose you like I lost him?” you fought back the tears that were coming on. This was exactly what you needed right now, another thing to make you look like a helpless woman. “It’s just one thing after another, after another here, and I can't guarantee I’m going to get home safe to my kids let alone giving a piece of my heart to another person only for it never to be given back and buried six feet underground.” 

Hawkeye ran a hand through his hair and let out the breath he was holding in. 

“Look, I-I can’t guarantee anything, none of us can and I know that’s frightening. No-no it’s absolutely terrifying but isn’t that the whole point?” he asked. “Even if nothing happens you can’t guarantee you won’t still fall in love with me, and… I sure as hell can’t guarantee I won’t fall in love with you anyways,” he chuckled humourlessly. “I can’t even guarantee I already have.”

“I just…I can’t do this right now,” you shook your head. “I think you should leave.” 

Hawkeye said your name in a pleading tone, wanting to work this out with you, “I-I know I haven’t given you even the slightest reason to trust me, but I promise I’d move heaven and earth if it meant you’d be happy again. Just…let’s talk this out.”

 But it was late, you were tired and you couldn’t think straight. 

“Please…Ben. I-I just need some time,” you whispered. 

He sighed and nodded his head reluctantly before turning around and leaving you alone in your tent with your thoughts. 

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Die with your Boots on: Part 3, a Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

part one, part two here

warnings: vampire shit, cursing, possessive eddie, steve is fed up with couples arguing, surprisingly sweet smut, maybe angst, insecurities, maybe sinister implications

Things fall into a pattern in the Harrington household. Steve goes to work, you go on job interviews (refusing to apply to Family Video and frustrating Steve to no end), and Eddie mostly just manages. He eats about three times a week, and doesn’t have to sleep during the day, but he does have to stay away from the windows.

Tonight you come bounding into the house, an excited look on your face. It’s something Steve and Eddie were getting used to seeing again. It’s clear you’ve interrupted some conversation between the two men, but Eddie greets you with a tight hug and a kiss to the forehead.

“What's got my lady so happy tonight?” Eddie asks, leading you to the kitchen island where he and Steve were.

“I got a job!” you announce to the both of them, not holding back your voice and nearly shouting.

“That's great!” Steve praises, “Where?”

“At a bar right outside of Marion! Like, thirty minutes from here?”

“Yeah, I know that area,” Eddie says, not exactly sounding like he wants to celebrate anymore.

“What's wrong, Eds?”

He sighs deeply, really wanting to be excited for you, but he knows you and you’ll fight him on this. He knows exactly the type of place youre talking about, dark and dirty, everything in the bar wet for some reason. Married truckers and cops and washed up scuzzballs that rough up the cute young bartenders or follow them out to their car when clearly all they want to do is go home and study for their college courses.

“I wanna be able to come check up on you okay? If you work night shifts, I’ll be there.”

You nod slowly, the smile dropping from your face. Steve excuses himself, something about not wanting to hear a couple fighting even when his parents are absent.

“Do you not trust me?” you ask, already leaning away from him and crossing your arms. He already knows it’ll be a scuffle when you get like this, stubborn to a fault. He loves it an equal amount to how much he absolutely hates it, especially because Eddie always lets you get your way.

“I do, Babe,’ he sighs, “I’ve done shows in little bars near Marion. I don’t wanna see those guys that hang out be gross with you.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“I think I can handle myself just fine. I don’t need you to eat anyone who gives me a big tip.”

It’s his turn to scoff and get mad.

“What, you think I’m jealous of some slobs who don’t treat women right?”

“I think you might be a little possessive! Don’t you remember high school?”

“All six years of it?” he snarks back, putting his hands on his hips.

“I never got to go to prom because you scared off everyone that asked! I totally believe you would scare off big tippers. We need the money, Eds.”

Eddie only scoffs, muttering something about you having a better time prom night somewhere else.

He runs his tongue over one of his fangs, new and sharp. You sigh and shake your head at him. He’s impossible.

“Might do more than scare,” he says nonchalantly.

“You’re gonna fuckin eat my customers?” You ask, trying to sound angry but your gaze softens and the laugh in your tone is apparent. He won this round.

“Yeah maybe,” he replies cooly.

“If they touch you,” he adds, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You try hard to suppress the shiver going down your spine, but with Eddie’s heightened senses, you can’t get anything past him.

“Oh, did you like that?” he asks, tone immediately changes, and he steps forward, invading your space. You step back until the small of your back hits the stone counter of the kitchen.

“N-no?” you stutter, and his arms come around either side of you to lean against the counter, trapping you between him and it.

“I think you’re lying, Darling. I can smell it on you. I can hear your heart racing,” He dips his head low, whispering in your ear as he presses further against you. For either dramatics or his own selfishness, he inhales deeply as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck

“Maybe I like my guys possessive,” you admit smiling bashfully and turning your head away from him, but that’s not even half of it.

You like Eddie possessive; you like Eddie being so possessive he’d fight (or worse) for you. You liked that even when Eddie was just a friend in high school he was like your attack dog ready to get anyone who looked at you wrong. You just wished that when he scared away your prom date he would have taken you to somewhere a bit more intimate than Reefer Rick’s house and done something a little more with you than just smoked you out and set off fireworks high with you. 

 You can’t even hide the fact that him being some kind of vampire or something is fucking hot to you. His strength, the ease in which he can just carry you both onto the roof to watch the stars and do anything he wants. He has you a blushing mess, even in front of others, when he can throw you over his shoulder like you’re featherlight, when something as simple as your pulse can have him hard as a rock. He’s all over you, and you have a feeling it’s more than just the fact that he can finally say ‘I love you’ behind that.

And it's not like you haven't tried to be… intimate. The two of you try to get down to it, the most recent time he actually had your shirt off and had you writhing beneath him before he had to pull back. It's hard for him, he explained to you, because if he hasn't fed recently the urge can be for him to devour you instead of to ravish you. You notice the way his eyes glaze over and his brow furrows in frustration right before he pulls away from you, ripping himself from your grasp as if he’d been burned. You know it's not personal, but it still hurts a bit to be rejected like that. Part of you worries about his hunger, but deep in your heart of hearts you know he would never hurt you, not really.

“Well I guess it's good you chose me, huh?” he whispers, lips now ghosting over the shell of your ear. Your hands come up over his back, rubbing light circles against his shoulder blades. You practically melt into his embrace, letting him press you by the hips into the counter as he leans forward, your back arching to accommodate him.

“Uh huh,” you mutter, words failing you currently. How was he so fucking hot?

“Uh huh?” he mimics the breathiness of your voice, “That all you got? Baby, use your fuckin words. You know you got a mouth on you.”

His lips find your neck, mouthing at your pulse point teasingly before he presses more kisses down the column of your throat. He holds you close to him, enjoying the feeling of your body against his, taking extra care to press your chest against his. Eddies hands move all around you, groping at any part of you he can reach.

Eddie grabs you under your arms and hoists you up onto the counter, not gently, but then quickly settles in, his hips now between your thighs as he gets himself even closer to you.

“You like this top?” he asks, already pawing at the buttons.

“Eddie, don’t,” you warn, already knowing if you were to hesitate he wouldn’t. He would rip the buttons right off and pull the shirt apart.

He whines a little and pouts, but then gets to work; deft fingers working the buttons from their clasps quickly so he can pull the shirt from where it’s tucked into your jeans and throw it somewhere across the kitchen.

He presses kisses all over your chest and collarbones, mouthing and moaning on you and leaving a trail of spit in his wake.

“So pretty, so fucking pretty,” he groans, and you can only arch further into him, your head falling back as you flourish under his touch.

He makes his way back up, finally capturing your lips in a long awaited kiss, wet and sloppy. He licks at your lips until they part and then is quick to push his tongue into your mouth. It's imperfect and messy and so perfectly Eddie. It's exactly how you always imagined he would kiss you.

When you were just friends, he was still so tactile, always hands on you, any kiss on the forehead or cheek would be messy and smear up your makeup. Now that you think back on it though, his reasons for being all over you probably weren't so innocent.

Your hands roam his body, palms coming up over his shoulders and rubbing against his chest where you can reach, soft skin against the soft worn material of his motorhead shirt. You reach down, towards the hem of his shirt. He seems to anticipate this, and his own hands grasp your wrists and pull them away, stopping your movement. He pulls away, worry in evident in his eyes, previously dilated with lust.

“If we— can we,” Eddie stutters, his bravado and confidence fading fast, his eyes darting between you and the stairs.

“Let’s go upstairs,” you offer, sparing his nerves. He helps you off the counter, removing your hands from under his shirt as he does so and leads you towards the stairs. Almost all of the urgency of his movements has faded away.

He opens the door to the guest room- your bedroom- almost timidly and leads you to the bed, where you instantly drop onto it. Eddie chews his lip, his fangs poking out every few seconds.

“Eds, baby, whats up?” you ask, “Are you… hungry?”

You try to put it lightly, you don't want to set him off. He shakes his head, his lovely curls shaking wildly as well.

“Nah I- I had a go at the meat freezer earlier.”

You stand up to try to embrace him again but he steps back.

“Are you okay?” you ask, a slight edge in your voice. You're not mad at him, you're not, but Eddie is always at least recently direct with you. He tells you what he’s thinking, what different stimuli are doing to his new senses and experiences. If this is a vampire thing, you need to know, sooner rather than later.

He sighs and looks down at your slightly shaking hands. Maybe he shouldn't do it.

“I don't want to scare you away.”

You shake your head, ready to refute him, but he keeps going.

“I don't look like I used to. I know I wasn't exactly Eddie Van Halen before but I’m downright ugly now, sweetheart.”

Your shoulders sag, your heart breaking for him.

“Eddie you know I only said I liked Van Valen was so I could say ‘I have a crush on Eddie’ without embarrassing myself, right?”

Well shit, he didn't. He smiles a little at that.

“You've always been handsome. I promise I’ll like what I see.”

Your hand reaches out for him encouraging him to get close again. He doesn't, but he takes a step closer.

Well, don't say I didn't warn you, darling.”

He lifts up his shirt slowly, refusing to meet your gaze. You were there when it happened, so you know what to expect, just maybe not as scarring. You saw him bloodied and holey. Pale purple and white scar tissue litters his skin, one of his hips looks marred and torn like a road in need of paving. His light happy trail that leads all the way up to the bottom of his belly button is interrupted by another tear of flesh, this one darker than the others you see. Eddie sighs as he pulls the tee shirt the rest of the way over his head, and he continues to look anywhere but at you. Suddenly, it’s like the sneakers Steve had leant Eddie in the corner were the most interesting things in the world.

The scarring gets worse the closer to his neck it gets. His right nipple is entirely gone, his pectoral on that side a shredded flat panel of near white scar tissue so much paler than the rest of his skin.

Your heart is fucking broken. How had he survived this? Vampire or not, he must have been more bloodied chew toy than young man for an agonizing amount of time. Despite this, you don't find yourself missing his old body. This is the body of your boyfriend, the man you love. You can't help but love every scar. It's all part of him. 

You stand up off the bed, and enter his space. He tries to dodge your gaze, but you're nothing if not stubborn, bobbing your head until he can't escape you and he finally looks at you.

“You didn't need to hide this from me,” you whisper, as if you’d scare him if you speak louder. 

Your hands gently reach out to touch him, his cool skin a contrast to yours. His skin is still smooth, where there isn't scarring. The scars don't feel rough like you'd imagine, though; the raised texture doesn't feel much different from your own scars. You run your hands up and down his chest, careful to avoid the purpled scars as those ones look more painful. His eyes are trained on you, dark brown and wet like he's ready to cry.

“You're so strong, Eddie, thank you for trusting me with this,” you punctuate this with a kiss to the top of his marred pectoral, then another kiss right above his heart.

“You're sure you want this?” He asks, his voice wavering.

You only nod, offering him a reassuring smile and all of the silent love in your heart.

Eddie grabs you again, this time with even more force than he did in the kitchen, his hands pulling your bare waist against him. His mouth is all over you, quickly descending to your cleavage. Eddie nudges your bra away to nip at your breast, sure to leave a mark.

“All mine, all fuckin mine,” he mumbles against you, one of his fangs grazing your skin and lighting a fire in you.

What would that feel like? you think. Would it feel good for you? It’s already clear Eddie has some kind of need to taste you, one that he’s a complete gentleman about not acting on, but maybe you’d let him one day.

“All yours, baby,” you moan, loving his attention to your chest, “I want you to take me, make sure everyone knows I’m yours.”

“Fuuuck, babe you sound like a good porno. Keep saying shit like that and I’m not gonna last.”

You're both laughing as he unclasps your bra and pushes you back towards the bed, and then reconnects in a sloppy kiss as you fall over each other trying to climb up towards the pillows. You settle under him, his body between your thighs and pressing bare chests against each other.

“Do you know how long I've waited to see these?” Eddie asks, cupping your breasts in his hands.

“I’m guessing it's not recent?” you joke, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and yanking his hips into yours.

“Since that summer you came back from camp with them, sweetheart.”

About eight years, then. How long had he loved you then?

He squeezes one harshly, and you moan wantonly.

“I think I need you out of your pants too, Eds. I can't wait any longer,” you moan again, starting to buck your hips up against him or any kind of friction you can get. How many fucking nights you had spent with your hand exactly where Eddie currently was and just hoping youd get to feel the real thing one day.

“Guess I can’t leave my queen waiting, can I?” Eddie teases, and gets up quickly, fumbling with his pants at the edge of the bed. You’re just as quick to work your way out of your pants, comically raising your hips off the bed to slide them off of the curve of your ass and almost frantically kicking them away. Instantly you feel better, so ready for Eddie’s cool skin to soothe the fire in your core.

He presses back flush against you, grinding himself against your panties and whining at the contact.

“More, please,” you beg, and he obliges.

He moves quickly, shimmying out of his boxers one handedly as he tries to pry the elastic of your panties down. It’s not smooth or suave, it’s not even the most romantic, but it’s you and Eddie and that makes it perfect.

You help him the rest of the way, and then you lay back to admire him. There’s another large scar on his upper thigh, and another tattoo you didn’t know about. A blade, one that looks like the one he described three campaigns before last ever one he led. His cock is everything you imagined and more. He’s hung, not the thickest, but still girth and slightly curved downwards.

“See something you like?” he teases you again. Yes, yes you do. You’re not ashamed in your staring. He’s more perfect than the statue of fucking David.

“Uh huh,” you nod absentmindedly, distracted by finally seeing your best friend naked.

“There you go again with that shit. Words, babe,” He warns, leaning back down to cage you in between his arms.

“Fuckin handsome, Eds. Godly,” you whisper, still staring down at him instead of looking him in the eye. You don’t even realize where his eyes are.

“There we go. Fuck, you’re beautiful. How are you mine?” he sighs in disbelief, eyes going back and forth down your body to memorize every detail.

“All yours, Eddie,” you echo, already out of it and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asks, tilting your chin to make you look at him again, “No going back if we do this.”

He means no going back from fucking your best friend. No running from the full extent of your feelings. No going back from knowing exactly what the stakes are now that this unholy coupling is consummated.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, I think I might cry if you don’t fuck me,” You respond, more sure of this than anything in your life.

“You don’t want me to warm you up or anything? Grab a condom?” he presses, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“Eddie, I. Will. Cry. Please fuck me,” you beg, squirming under him now for any type of friction or release.

Eddie kisses you on the forehead, the tip of your nose, your lips.

“Anything for you,” He mumbles against your lips, and then lines himself up against you. The tip of his cock bumps against your clit, and an embarrassing squeak leaves your lips. Eddie laughs, dropping his head to lean his forehead against yours as he finally pushes into you.

Eddie moans loudly as he does, not hiding any of his pleasure. You're breathing deeply, unused to the stretch. Its been since high school since youve fucked anyone, and its not like your fingers could do this.

“This okay?” he asks, noticing how you are tensed.

“Better than okay,” you hiss, breathing heavily through your nose, “Youre just big.”

“You sure do know how to stroke a guys ego, pretty thing,” he chuckles, and starts moving, slowly, glacial.

You roll your hips up into his, forcing him that much deeper.

“You’re evil,” he laughs again, and then picks up the pace. He quickly finds a rhythm, rolling into you like a tide to the shore, pressing kisses and words of love into your skin the whole time. You’re massaging your thumbs into his shoulders, holding him in place and kissing your own words of love into him.

“Wanted this forever,” you gasp, lips lazily moving across his jaw.

“Want this forever,” Eddie counters, his thrusts already starting to falter and speed up. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter if this lasts long. You’ve already been wound up since Eddie caught an attitude with you, and you’ve been dying for him to touch you like this for years.

You do want this forever, you know that, and have known that forever. Truthfully, this is exactly how you wanted prom night to end after Eddie had all but threatened the guy that asked you and got you to come smoke with him instead.

“Fuck babe, you’ve got me forever,” you promise, rocking against him to help, “I’m all yours forever.”

“Forever?” he echos, and you just nod aggressively, now starting to lose more of your composure. With each thrust you start to lose control of your moans, little whimpers and squeaks leaving your throat as he bottoms out each time.

“Fuck, those noises, I could get addicted to those alone,” he moans, more ragged and losing his own composure as well.

“Could get addicted to all this,” you manage to say, “Fuck, close.”

“Yeah babe? You're gonna come for me?”

“Uh huh,” you say again, but this time he doesn't correct you, he lets it slide, maybe because of the way you are moaning around every syllable, the way hes the only thing tethering you to this world right now.

“Gonna make you- fuck- gonna,” he stutters, and then trails off focusing all his energy on you, his hand reaching down to rub tight circles on your clit to finish the job, and it works like a charm. You practically scream his name as you tighten around you, your entire body tensing and shaking beneath him.

He fucks you through your orgasm, actually quieter than he always imagined it, but sublime and beautiful moreso than he expected. You're like an angel, a real one, a biblical one, in the way that he's almost blinded by the beauty of this moment and seeing you this vulnerable. It stirs something dangerous inside of him. He’s never wanted to bite into the artery of your neck more than this moment. Never wanted to sink his teeth into you more than right now, with you making love to him and completely falling apart at this moment.

The realization scares him as much as it triggers his own release. As much as he would love to stay buried in you forever, he hastily pulls out and paints your stomach with his come. He’s not sure it would even do anything, but he doesn't want to take any chances or jeopardize anything he has with you.

Fucking ignoring the mess, he collapses on top of you, holding you close to him, hugging you tightly.

You realize your shoulder is wet, and it's not your sweat.

“Eds?” you ask, instantly worried, “You okay?”

He nods against you, not picking up his head.

“I love you, that's all. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too Eddie. You can come hang out on my night shifts,” you concede he won the earlier argument. You like your Eddie possessive.

You fall asleep like that quickly after, with Eddie staying like that with you until the sun started to rise.

He loves you too, as much as it might scare him.

[fragileswift1313]

Saul!

Kia ora, team!

Welcome to July! We are officially half-way through 2023, which feels bonkers to say because it feels like it’s been so much longer than that since the beginning of the pandemic, and yet somehow like time is flying. I don’t know about you all, but I am really starting to feel my age. 😅

Okay so: I had a random idea for a guy when I woke up on Saturday morning, so before I did anything like take my medication or eat breakfast, I sat down at my computer and wrote 2000 words about the guy, his girlfriend, and some people he knows. It’s not finished, and to be honest I’m not really sure where it’s going, but I had fun writing about Saul and his daily life. The more I wrote, the more I realised he is kind of based on someone I’ve known for a long time but haven’t really been on contact with much lately. I’m obviously not going to say outright who he is, but I would like to think that if he read this he would find it endearing rather than sad. It was not my intention for the reader to feel sorry for him - Saul knows who he is and what he’s about, and while he is very jaded, but he loves his work and he loves his friends. Saul is a good guy who would do anything for you if he thinks you’re worth it, and he’s loyal to a fault. Saul is the kind of guy who smokes weed and is covered in tattoos, but you’d still feel comfortable bringing him home to meet your parents.

I love Saul so much, you guys.

I’m only sharing here about 750 of the 2000 words I wrote this past weekend for a couple of reasons, but the main one is because it would make this post very long and potentially make it too long to send in email. The other reason, though, is that I just want to keep a little bit of it to myself for now. You’ll more than likely see it somewhere eventually, though!

Before we get into it, I want to make mention here that there are mentions of alcohol and drug use in this story - it's nothing hard core, but it's there and I wanted to let everyone know in case these things are a trigger for you! Okay, with that all out of the way, let's dive in!

Saul quietly stirred from his slumber and slowly opened his eyes. At first everything was a blur, but things gradually came into focus. His sense of smell was returning to him also. The room smelled of stale beer in beer cans, cigarette ash, and weed – but it was a comfortable cocktail for Saul. Safe, predictable. He had a slight headache, but not so bad that he immediately reached for the ibuprofen; that would come later, once he started moving, he thought.

Saul sat up in his bed and surveyed the mess that was the usual state of his studio apartment. Dishes piled on the small kitchen counter. A mound of empty pizza boxes from the week-long Domino’s binge that had just, hopefully, ended. An upturned ashtray that Saul figured must have been sitting on the bed when he passed out the night before. His exes clothes in a pile in a corner, waiting to be picked up. Saul grunted as he raised himself up to put his feet on the floor. “There it is,” he winced as his headache instantly worsened. He picked up the plastic strip of ibuprofen tablets off the floor beside the bed and popped three out, placing them on his bedside cabinet.

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He looked around his immediate vicinity for some kind of liquid to wash the pills down with, but all he could see was a half empty can of strong lager from the night before. “Hmm… nope,” he muttered to himself as he gathered the will to stand up and walk to the kitchen counter. He shuffled across the room and looked through the cupboards above the sink, searching for a clean glass – but they were all empty. “Fuck,” Saul then began looking over the pile of dirty dishes to find one that was the cleanest and could be easily rinsed off and used again. It took him a moment, but he found one, ran it under the tap and wiped it off, then opened the fridge, took out a bottle of some flat orange soda and placed it on the bench. After filling his glass, he poured the rest of the soda down the sink, murmuring about not being entirely sure where it came from, and then sat back down on his bed. Saul took the pills, and almost spat them out with the taste of the soda but controlled himself long enough to swallow. He sat, motionless, for a moment, hoping for an instant effect. It didn’t come, so he groaned and lay back down.

An hour or so later, Saul awoke again, feeling slightly better, to the sound of his phone vibrating somewhere his bed sheets. Eventually he discovered it just in time for the caller to hang up. Saul looked at the name, “Ugh, Sarah. Work.” He shook his head a little, “fuck that,” and put his phone down beside him. The phone began to vibrate again, same caller. “God damnit,” Saul hit the answer button followed by the speaker button, “What?” he grumbled, his phone held out limply in front of him while he sat, eyes closed.

“Hey Saul, it’s me. How are you doing?” “What do you want Sarah?” Saul groaned, knowing what she was going to ask. “Sorry Saul, I know you had a big night. Andy called in sick.” “That motherfu-“ Saul’s voice trailed off. “He was here last night.” “I know.” “He’s not sick, he’s hungover.” “I know.” “I am also hungover.” “I figured,” Sarah paused a beat. “Can you come in tonight?” Saul grumbled as he gave the question a moment’s thought. “Please?” “No.” “Pretty please?” “No.” “Anna is out sick too-“ “She was here last night.” “I know.” “She’s hungover too.” “I know. But I’m covering for her, so I’ll be here with you for moral support all night!” Sarah had a twinge of optimism in her voice, feeling certain that her presence would make Saul reconsider. “Fine.” “Yay!” Sarah squealed in excitement. “I’ll see you at six, okay? Bring your happy face!” “Fuck you, Sarah.” Saul did another grumble. “You know you love me! Bye Saul!” Saul hung up his phone and threw it across the room at a pile of dirty laundry and missed. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!”

It was almost 5:45pm by the time Saul arrived at the restaurant, The Smoking Gun. Sarah had been stalking his phone so she knew when he was almost there, and she had made a coffee for him, just the way he liked it, ready and still hot when he arrived. “Saaaaaauuulll,” Sarah sang as she heard the door open before she could see him. “I maaaaade you cofffeeeee!” Saul sauntered over, clearly still not having a great day.

“Hey Sarah,” he winced as he walked up behind the bar. “Thank you for the coffee.” Still in her sing-songy voice she replied, “You’re welcommmmmeee,” and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for coming babe.” “You’re welcome, but you owe me. This coffee doesn’t absolve you of the misery you are putting me through tonight.” “Put it on my tab,” Sarah laughed. Saul gave her a wry little smirk and headed for the kitchen. “Asshole.” “You love me!”

So what do you think? Do you want to know more about Saul? I would love to write about him more whether anyone wants to read it or not, but I’d love to know how y’all feel about my new guy that I made up.

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[novus-ordo-seclorem]

Even if I'm kind of sweaty, wheezy and tired, I'm taking some time to clean our bedroom. I'm washing our sheets and pillowcases, used disinfecting fabric spray on the bare pillows and mattress, blankets. Used the spray in the air.  Picked up dirty/clean clothes, vacuumed. I moved the damn bathroom space-saver back into the bathroom since I don't know when the hell those men are supposed to come and fix our bathroom floor (if ever) and I'm tired of it being in the bedroom. So, now the room is turning back into my zen space. I need to charge my headphone/blindfold and get back into my meditations.  I can't be any good to anyone if I'm not taking care of myself. I also cleaned Aidyn's room and sprayed his room out, changed his bedding. He's also missed school all week because of the flu.  But the next places I'm going to tackle when I have time, probably not tomorrow because I go back to work, are the living room and.. sigh... yes, the damn kitchen. Again. I still haven't used that brand new mop I bought. Ever hear of spring cleaning?  I sick-clean. I clean to avoid complicated and difficult feelings and emotions which come up around holidays.  And to top it all off, I was cleaning of my bedroom end table and somehow managed to find my mom's autopsy report again.  As if it was waiting for me to look at it, and remind myself how finite life is.  How we are not promised anything.  If I knew that giving my life away would improve someone else's, I'd do it. But I'm not that selfless. Sometimes I just want to die anyway.  I hate this struggle, I loathe the constant trials and tribulations. I'm exhausted. I have no parents to lift me up. I have to do it myself. My family is counting on me, and I'm tired of being strong all the time.  My being sick is the nightmare I don't wish on anyone.  And yet it was so nice to be the one to be cared for, for a change. See, my mom's autopsy report kind of reminded me how I grew up always worrying about others. Especially her health. Trying not to, and yet always having to look after how other people are because if mom got ill my situation could change immediately. I remember three times she was hospitalized for many days and I had to be put into foster care because she didn't make any friends because she was a surly gay old woman and she hated people.  I don't remember those times much.  But I remember uncertainty and how it made me feel like I was lost and no one cared about me.  The god awful loneliness.  And sometimes that loneliness still gets to me! Yes, I do counseling. Yes, I take medication.  But that doesn't make it all go away.I bury my head into video games because I'm not at work. And I love work because it's a great distraction.  It gives me a false sense of purpose. I'm just a dumb cashier and a stocker, but shit, at least people like me... even on a superficial level...I didn't mean to rant. This got way off topic. Better stop now. Ha.