#My wife and I are a package deal though

[dirty-urie]

if Brendon wants a second wife, I can cook and clean and im halfway decent in bed

[jopzer]

finally finished dai after just about a decade of hacking away at it

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Imperfect Couple - 2

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

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As the flash of cameras blinded you, a reporter stepped forward, her voice eager as she asked, "How are you feeling now? We heard you were seriously ill while working abroad."

You forced a smile, nodding. “I’m doing much better now, thank you. The treatment was tough, but I’m fine.”

Another reporter, sensing an opportunity to dig deeper, asked, “Can you tell us how you two met?”

You exchanged a brief glance with Bucky, before turning back to the crowd with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Well, we met at a music festival. I was in the corner trying to charge my phone, and this guy”—you gestured toward Bucky with a casual wave—“came over asking to borrow my charger. We started talking, mostly about music—our favorite artists, the ones we didn’t like. After that, we kept hanging out, and, well… it led to this.”

You smiled at the cameras, but there was a hint of something sharper in your eyes. “But, you know, not once did he ever mention his dream of going into politics,” you added, the words tinged with just enough edge to make Bucky flinch.

Bucky chuckled, the sound forced. “I didn’t want to scare her off.”

The press continued to bombard you both with questions, but most of them were directed at Bucky. He answered each one with the polished ease of a seasoned politician, while you stood there, feeling increasingly out of place and suffocated by the whole charade.

The situation you found yourself in—the pretense, the constant spotlight—filled you with a simmering frustration. You hated every minute of it.

As the car doors closed, you finally exhaled, the chaotic blur of cameras and flashing lights now safely behind tinted windows.

“Well done. You’re fitting right in,” Bucky said, his voice carrying that infuriating mix of arrogance and ease as he loosened his tie.

You turned to him, your eyes narrowing. “Do you think I’ll just stay silent? I could write an article that would burn everything you’ve worked for to the ground.”

He smirked, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms with a casualness that made your blood boil. “Are you blackmailing me, babe?”

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped, rolling your eyes.

“We have to start acting like a happy couple. Nicknames are part of the package,” he replied, his smirk never fading.

“I fucking hate you,” you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper, loaded with every ounce of resentment you’d been holding in.

“I don’t, though. I never did,” Bucky responded, his tone softening, almost sincere.

You faltered for a moment, your defenses momentarily shaken. His words, no matter how simple, had a way of cutting deeper than you expected. But you quickly recovered, crossing your arms defensively.

“If I get elected, I promise your independent news company will have us as a sponsor,” Bucky continued, his tone now all business. “Isn’t your boss stressed out, looking for investors? Independent news still needs money to pay employees.”

You clenched your jaw. He was right, and you hated that he knew it. Your company was struggling, and his offer—no matter how twisted—would keep it afloat.

“Consider this a business relationship,” he added, his eyes locking onto yours, challenging you.

You leaned in closer, voice laced with sarcasm. “Oh, no, no. Whatever Bucky wants, Bucky always gets.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened, his smirk disappearing as he met your gaze with a seriousness that sent a chill down your spine. “Not this time. This time, I’m making sure we both get what we want. But don’t forget, if you decide to play with fire, be ready to get burned.”

The next thing, he did is made a video call, his eyes never leaving the screen. The call connected, and the familiar voice of your brother, Tim, came through the speaker.

“Hey, the numbers are looking great, bro,” Tim said, his enthusiasm evident even through the screen.

Bucky nodded approvingly. “Good. Oh, there’s someone who wants to see you.” He turned the phone to reveal you.

Tim’s eyes widened in surprise. “Omg, you’re back! You’re really here!”

Bucky chuckled, his expression smug. “I know, right?”

You were momentarily stunned, seeing your brother working for Bucky. The betrayal stung, making your heart twist in your chest. Tim’s presence here was a stark reminder of how deeply involved Bucky was in every aspect of your life now.

Tim pointed at you with a half-serious, half-playful expression. “Don’t mess this up.”

Bucky exchanged a few more words with Tim before ending the call. He looked over at you, his gaze intense. “He seems happy working with me. His hard work would be ruined if the truth got out, wouldn’t it, big sis?”

The words hung heavy between you, the implication clear. Bucky knew how protective you were of Tim and how much you cared for him. The tension in the car felt suffocating, every second stretching out as you tried to process the double blow of betrayal.

You turned away, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. The weight of the situation pressed down on you, the realization of being trapped with no easy escape. Bucky was holding all the cards, and you were left grappling with the enormity of it all.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

The car navigated through a series of well-manicured streets, finally pulling up to a grand, sprawling estate. Your eyes widened as you recognized Bucky’s house, an imposing structure that spoke of old money and inherited power. The sight only deepened your sense of dread.

As you stepped out, you glared at Bucky, frustration etched on your face. “Am I going to stay here?”

Bucky gave you a sidelong glance, his smile barely masking his amusement. “Oh no. We’ll be staying at another house. I just wanted to introduce you to the team.”

A sigh of exasperation escaped you. “Urghh… is your mother here too? I hate her.”

Bucky chuckled, his tone laced with mockery. “No filter, huh, babe? She’s here… but then again, you two have always had differing opinions.”

You shot him a withering look. “She’s the main reason I left. She hated me from the moment you introduced us. Remember? She called me a ‘poor bitch from Monte Cristo.’”

Bucky nodded, his expression a mix of amusement and resignation. “It’s her signature move.”

“Bucky, the longer I stay with you, the more I want to snap. If you put me in the same room with your mother, I might just lose it,” you snapped, your frustration boiling over.

Bucky’s smile remained, but his eyes grew colder. “Good thing you won’t have to share the same roof then.”

As you walked through the house grand entrance, one of Bucky’s team members approached him with an enthusiastic smile. “Introducing her to the public really boosted our numbers. Great move, James.”

Bucky glanced at you with a victorious grin, as if he’d just won a major battle.

Soon, his siblings made their appearance. His brother, a tall, disheveled figure with an air of erratic energy, was clearly under the influence of cocaine. He flashed a toothy grin at you before turning his attention elsewhere. His sister, reserved and quiet, offered you a polite nod, barely acknowledging your presence.

Then, his young nephew Nate bounded up to you, his face lighting up with recognition. He wrapped his small arms around your leg.

“Hey, Nate!” you said, surprised and touched that he still remembered you. “It’s been a while.”

Nate looked up at you with wide eyes. “I remember you! You used to play with me.”

You patted his head gently, feeling a pang of nostalgia.

Meanwhile, Caroline Barnes, Bucky’s mother, observed you from the corner of the room. At seventy, she looked every bit the part of the icy matriarch, dressed head-to-toe in Chanel. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, were framed by a carefully styled silver coiffure. She held her champagne glass with a delicate but dismissive grip.

“Something about her, I always hate. I can’t explain why,” Caroline said with a sneer, her gaze never leaving you.

Julius Barnes, Bucky’s father, stepped in. With his full gray beard and military posture, he exuded authority. “Be nice, Caroline. It’s crucial for her to be here. We can’t afford to lose this opportunity.”

You looked at Julius and Caroline. Both had clearly aged, their faces lined with the stress of the campaign.

Caroline forced a thin smile. “Welcome. It’s so delightful to have you here. I’m sure you’ll find the atmosphere… inspiring.”

You gave a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, you’re such a fucking liar.”

Caroline’s eyes widened in surprise at your boldness. “You’re really brave now,” she said, a hint of shock in her voice.

“Because I’m not part of your family anymore. The marriage between me and James was supposed to have ended,” you retorted, your voice cold and steady.

Caroline’s smile faltered, but she quickly regained her composure. “Well, dear, you must be quite the sight to behold for us tonight.”

Julius stepped in, trying to defuse the tension. “Let’s keep this civil. We have important matters to discuss.”

You glanced at Bucky, who watched the exchange with a bemused expression. It was clear that this charade was far from over, and you were trapped in a web.

As you and Bucky prepared to sit down on the plush couch, the campaign team busied themselves in the background, setting up for the next presentation. You moved to take a seat, but Caroline's voice cut through the murmur of activity with a sharp edge.

“Na-ahh. Put a blanket under her,” Caroline said, her tone dripping with disdain. “We don’t know what kind of virus she’s brought back from another country. And this is a $50,000 couch.”

You stared at her, incredulous. “What the fuck? Is that a joke?” You turned to Bucky, eyes flashing with irritation. “Because strangling her is a joke for me.” You chuckled darkly, “I think it's funny too.”

Bucky’s face tightened as he stepped between you and his mother. “Stop it, Mom. I need her more than I need your attitude.”

Caroline’s eyes narrowed, her face a mask of thinly veiled disdain. “Well, isn’t that just charming,” she said, rolling her eyes as if the very act of speaking to you was beneath her.

Julius, standing nearby, shot Caroline a stern look, his military bearing evident in the rigid set of his shoulders. “We’re trying to keep things civil. This isn’t the time for your petty grievances.”

Caroline huffed, crossing her arms with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine. Let’s all just pretend we’re one big happy family, shall we?”

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress the growing anger bubbling inside you.

The room felt charged with tension, and it was clear that the facade of civility was wearing thin. Bucky gave you a reassuring glance, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of frustration.

Greg part of the campaign team, a wiry young man with an anxious energy, took center stage. He adjusted his glasses and began to explain the next phase of Bucky’s campaign strategy with a mix of nerves and enthusiasm.

“So the next plan is…” Greg said, his voice slightly shaky. He clicked through a series of slides on the screen behind him, each one detailing the upcoming events. “We’re focusing on increasing voter outreach through targeted social media campaigns and local meet-and-greets. We’ve also got a major fundraising event coming up next week.”

Bucky nodded, his expression a mask of professional detachment, though his eyes flickered with a hint of approval. You, seated beside him, tried to maintain your composure, though the tension in the room was almost palpable, especially with Caroline still glaring at you.

Greg continued, his tone growing more frantic as he reached the final point. “And the last thing…” He took a deep breath, glancing nervously between you and Bucky. “Both of you will need couples therapy.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a sarcastic smirk tugging at your lips. “Oh, isn’t this just wonderful?”

Greg’s face reddened as he tried to recover from his awkward announcement. “I mean, it’s just… well, it’s a suggestion. You know, for the campaign’s sake. Sometimes, a little… uh… harmony at home can be beneficial.”

Bucky gave a tight smile, his gaze fixed on Greg. “I appreciate the suggestion, Greg. We’ll definitely consider it—maybe after we get through the rest of this circus.”

Greg nodded vigorously, clearly relieved to move on from the uncomfortable topic. “Right, of course. Well, let’s focus on the campaign, then.” He hurriedly wrapped up the meeting, leaving you both alone.

You sighed and turned to Bucky. “Did you wake up this morning and decide you wanted to be Vice President, or was it just a spontaneous career choice?”

Bucky leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Oh, you know me. I was just lying in bed, thinking how I could add ‘Vice President’ to my list of hobbies. Figured it’d be a nice change of pace from ruining your day.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, unamused. “And here I was thinking you might have a bit of humility left.”

Bucky chuckled, lifting an eyebrow as he shifted in his seat. “Humility? That’s for people who aren’t trying to get elected. But don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find some way to make this circus amusing for both of us.”

He leaned forward, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Honey, I’ll give you the ticket.”

You raised an eyebrow, incredulous. “A ticket? To what, exactly? Your endless charade?”

Bucky’s smirk widened as he leaned back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “To the front row of the greatest show on earth. It’s going to be quite a ride, I promise.”

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Hypnotized lesbian sucks Priest off before her wedding

Tw: religious abuse. Are you gay? Have you been told you're going to hell for being gay? Does that trigger you?

I was given this prompt by @kingofobsidian 🥵

I was getting ready for my big day. I wasn't sure it would ever come. Or include me in a dress, marrying another woman in a dress, in her family's church. Her parents took her to a very open and affirming church that my soon to be wife felt safe coming out in when she was a teenager and now felt joy to return to so we could celebrate our love. I hadn't been to church in a while but we'd been doing counseling with the priest in preparation for marriage. He was so nice, I really felt like I could be open with him about my fears and insecurities. It helped us talk about them as a couple. We each would have our own recordings to listen to about marriage and the commitment we were making. I would always zone out listening though so I'm not sure how helpful they really were. My finance felt the same.

I was in the recreational area bathroom when I asked my maid of honor and friends to give me some time alone to reflect. My strapless dress was not staying up over my titties that well, we had to use some tape and I was fiddling with it when I noticed it in the mirror again. I'm startled out my headspace of frustration at my chest's incompatibility with strapless tops when there's a knock at the bathroom door. "Hello, Becki? It's Father Tom. I just wanted to check in on you. May I come in?"

I look at myself in the mirror, my bleached blonde hair half up, and share a confused look with myself before turning towards the door. Father Tom looked like he always did, all in black with his white collar poking out. Now that I think about, I don't remember if he has to change too. He smiles and chuckles, looking at my chest.

"Oh Becki, your dress is a little lopsided."

"Ugh, is it really that noticeable?" I turn back to the mirror and inspect the dress while I notice my worried look. Father Tom comes up behind me and I don't notice he's reaching out to touch me until he is. I look up in the mirror to see him tower above me and his hands on my shoulders. His eyes are starting at my titties in the mirror.

As if his stares could cause it, the tape finally unstuck on one side and most of my left titty popped out.

"Oh my God!" I cover my nipple. I look at him. I turn around. "Oh my- my- ah I'm sorry Father! I'm sorry I just- I'm just sorry!"

His hands came to lay on my back now and he's smiling again. "Oh Becki, sweet girl, you have nothing to apologize for." He looks into my eyes very intensely while mine are searching his face for an answer as to why.

"Remember, Becki? Remember?"

And that's when I drop my hand. I do remember. I look into Father Tom's eyes. They look so deep.

"Don't you remember, Becki? From your recordings? You know what marriage between two women is about don't you? Don't you remember, Becki?"

"It's about serving cocks together. It's when lesbians become a package deal for superior men. Women can't satisfy each other's needs. Only cock can."

"Ohh yes, you do remember, Becki."

That's when I feel myself pushed to the floor on my knees looking up at the first man I would ever service. In my wedding dress. Waiting for him to marry me to another woman.

He's unbuckling his belt as he speaks. "Now Becki, this will be just your first taste of cock. You'll be coming back every week for your sacrament, Becki, I want you to remember." His thumb rubs on my lower lip. "Now Becki, remember those recordings? I want you to think back to what they said, Becki."

"Start slow first. Lick all up and down. The wetter the better. Suck on the head. Suck on the balls. Use your hands. Open your throat."

He pets my hair before taking out his cock. I can't believe it. It's so much bigger than I thought they could be! It's like big tits! Big cocks only exist in porn! But I have big tits. Oh my god, do regular men have big cocks?

"Becki, remember..."

Father Tom moves his cock closer to my face I can't stop staring at it, it's so beautiful and I want it in my mouth so bad. I wanna suck and slobber all over it and suck his cum out so he put it all over my tits. I bounce and grind as I move forward and grab the base of his cock to lick all over his cock and get him nice and wet for my mouth.

"Oh! Becki I'm so glad your training took. I'll have to talk to your new wife after I marry you. Make sure her training took as well. You're both so beautiful. Made for taking cock. To marry you both would be sin if I did not claim you for my own. You thoughtless women denying your purposes. You should be grateful that I've saved your souls. I'm going to bless you with my holy seed and you'll need to receive this sacrament daily."

I look up with my big eyes, "Thank you, Father." and I take him in my mouth. I suck on the tip of his cock with my hand rubbing the base. I swirl my tongue around his head, tracing the part right where the head meets the shaft. When he puts his hand on the back of my head I suck him deeper. And deeper. And then my hand doesn't fit. I bob my head sucking from as close to the base as I can get to the bottom on the head and up and down and up and down. And hold. And up and down and up and down and up down. And hold.

It's when I start to juggle his balls that he grabs my head with two hands and begins to thrust in earnest. I finally understand what facefucking is. He's just using my mouth. Using my mouth to cum. He thrusts and thrusts and slows down and rolls his hips and thrusts and thrusts. Both my titties have fallen out of my dress and drool is dripping onto them from my mouth. My eyes are starting to water and it's starting to hurt. I'm making all these noises choking on his cock, looking up at him. He's staring at me.

"Look at me, Becki, look at me. Look at the man that has saved you. You will be blessed! Ohhh I'm putting it on your tits! I'm putting it on your tits!"

He lets go and I cough and gasp and catch my breath and look at him as he rubs his cock and lines up his cock head in the middle of my cleavage.

"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, take your daily blessing, and may it cleanse you."

He unloaded his milky gooey white cream all over my flushed red titties. Spurt after spurt came out, more than I thought was supposed to happen. After he finished milking his cock I held up my titties to show off to him and he put his cock between my titties and rubbed his cum around.

"Ohh Becki, my child, I'm so glad I saved your soul for the Kingdom of Heaven."

He takes a step back and pulls out his phone from his pocket. I'm a little dazed when I hear the camera sound.

He chuckles "Now we can clean you up for your bride. Let's fix that dress."

[phoxey]

„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

Chocol x fem!reader

CW: none :) this is purest pure little fluff

AN: at the end cuz i don’t wanna spoil the oneshot

It was a cloudy November day. The Moon was barely to be seen and it was cold in the streets of Seoul.

Yet you were sweating. You stood in a small underground club, panting but grinning as heavy hiphop music blasted out the speakers. It was a smaller dance battle event but the place was crowded. In front of you the orange haired beast that was your girlfriend. But in this dancebattle she was your opponent and you weren’t going to go easy on her.

In her turn she threw every possible impressive move at you. It seemed like she really wanted to win over you. You knew that this battle wouldn’t be finished on this stage, but rather continued later in your bed in the apartment of you two. You had the deal, that whenever you two battled, the winner could control the sexy time in the evening.

Smirking you bit your lip, when she did that ground move of hers. It always made you go crazy over her and she knew it. Your girlfriend was so impressive and with every passing moment you fell in love more and more.

How can a person be so talented? So beautiful? So handsome? So gentle? So rough? So perfectly imperfect? So smart? So foolish?

She was everything at once. The whole package. And the Bonus? She was yours. Yours alone.

At the end of her turn she came to a halt before you and winked at you teasingly. Chuckling you pushed her back, by her waist. To be honest, you just wanted to feel her body in your hands for a moment. The entire day had been so hectic, so this was the first time of the day that you touched her. You felt how deprived you were. Chocol had been out with Haechi and Mini the entire day, doing god knows what.

You had a different style than Chocol, less wavy motions, less floor work. It was a hard hiphop style with krump elements sprinkled into it. And the music was yours, so that would be an easy win, you thought. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the judges nodding approvingly, but your eyes were fixed on your girlfriend. You copied her ending move and finished, standing in front if her and winking cheekily.

Chocols second turn started slowly and she had that smug grin plastered onto her face, she was planning something. You wondered what, because she had already used up all her killer moves.

A record scratch ripped you out if your thought process. Suddenly „Marry you“ by Bruno Mars was playing. Confused you looked over to the DJ, who was just grinning at you. You looked back to your girlfriend, to see if she knew what was going on. What Chocol was dancing, wasn’t a battle dance anymore. It was a Choreography.

She mixed some b-boying into her dance it seemed, as she swirled around on her knees and before you knew it, she was kneeling in front of you and was holding a black box in her hand. The music faded out. Even the crowds chatter died down. Everyone, including you, was holding their breath.

„We have been through endless battles together, on and off stage. For the past ten years you supported me through every storm and every war that i fought, especially the ones against myself. When in doubt you were always there. When we are apart i can think about nothing but the moment i will have you in my arms again. And when we fight, i am not afraid, because i know in the end it is you and me against the problem. You read me like an open book. You always know what to say and do to cheer me up. Though, if i am being honest, your mere existence makes me happy. Seeing you makes me happy. Hearing your sweet voice and laugh makes me happy. Holding and kissing you makes me happy. I want to make you happy as well… for the rest of my life i want to be the reason you smile and feel good. Please let me take care of you for the rest of my life and become my wife?“, she asked and opened the box. A simple but beautiful ring shimmered there.

The hand that had covered your mouth in shock, slowly reached for Chocol as you slowly nodded, as though you were in trance.

„Yes, oh god… yes, please.“, you whispered and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Chocol beamed happily and stood up. You jumped into her arms and quietly sobbed happy tears into her neck. Then she pulled away to slide the ring onto your finger. Gently she peppered your face in kisses.

„I love you.“, you whispered.

„I love you more.“, she whispered back.

Grinning you shook your head and pushed her playfully.

„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

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AN: This is how i want someone to propose to me... doesn't have to be Chocol. Doesn't have to be one of the SWF girlies... i just need a dancer gf, i suppose, so i can battle against her and have her propose to me.

[sugarpopss]

Late Call

We're back Lee girlies I'm back on my corrupt sheriff shit. This so SO inspired by the lore for Lee and his post divorce with Flo girlypop written in the chat by yours truly and @bucknastysbabe and also I've had this google doc just...open in my tabs for ages. Here's the post for the dead motel I took the Plaza Lodge from.

fem!reader

Lee rarely responded to late night calls himself. One of the perks of being the sheriff-he got to go home at 7:30 and leave all of the idiots underneath him to deal with noise complaints and bar fights. Even if all Lee did with his free evenings was park his ass on the sofa and fill up with TV dinners and sodapop and packaged cookies, watch ‘I’ve Got a Secret’ and tug on his cock-it was still better than responding to hillbillies domestic disputes. 

It wasn’t uncommon to get calls from the apartment block his sister Sandy lived in, either. About ten years ago-when Lee had been a fresh-faced deputy with a wife and a plan and pants that fit-the building had been a motor lodge. Not a particularly nice one, but a functioning motor lodge nonetheless. The place hadn’t really started going downhill until they’d converted it into apartments. What did anyone expect? The rent was cheap, the building itself ill-maintained, and several of the residents seemed determined to make their units a welcoming home for all manner of pests. 

Units like Sandys. Christ, it made Lees eye twitch just thinking about the mess of her place. However much of the mess was his sisters and how much of it was the fault of her stinking pig of a husband was still up in the air. All of that to say-Lee wasn’t usually perturbed by calls from the apartment block. They were rarely a big deal. 

Despite knowing all of that-save the bits about Lee stuffing his face and jerking it to Bess Myerson-Willis still felt the need to call Lee up at nearly 11 o’ clock at night. Lee had been tempted to just not pick up the phone, but, well…he was the sheriff. He had certain responsibilities. Even if just hearing a voice from the station while he was at home made him want to groan. 

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry to bother you so late, Lee-” 

Really, everyone was meant to be calling him ‘Sheriff Bodecker’, but Lee wasn’t going to fight that battle at 11 at night. 

“You got a reason for buggin’ me like this? I don’t wanna spend my night chattin’ with you.” Maybe Lee was a little grumpy about being shaken out of his post-orgasm food coma. Maybe Lee was a little grumpy most of the time. 

“It’s just that a call came in from the Plaza Lodge, and I know that your sister lives down there , so I thought-” 

Lee didn’t even let the dispatcher finish. He was already annoyed that he’d had to haul himself up to answer the phone, and the movement had made the fullness of his stomach shift from ‘pleasantly full’ to ‘tight and queasy.. “I don’t need to go down there every time someone hears a goddamn bump. It’s a shithole. People call the police. Handle it.” 

“I know that, Lee, it’s just…” Willis was trying hard to justify the call. Pissing Lee off usually meant spending a shift out patrolling the county line, looking at skinny cattle and rusted out cars. “Well, the caller reported gunshots, and they said a woman was gettin’ all worked up and hysterical, so I thought maybe you’d want to know about it.” 

Alright, that did make a little knot of anxiety form in Lees chest. As tangled up and messy as his relationship with Sandy was, she was still his baby sister. If something was awfully wrong, he oughta be there. A sick, shameful part him-though not really that shameful-hoped that fucker Carl had finally put his hands on her; slapped her around or pushed her down the outdoor stairs. Something that wouldn’t hurt Sandy too badly, but would still let Lee finally get the son-of-a-bitch in handcuffs. Or even better-gunshots, agitated woman-Sandy had just snapped and shot Carl. Now that would be something worth getting up to see. 

With that in mind, Lee hung up on Willis while he was still talking and set to getting dressed and moving, and if he grabbed two Pepsis to drink on the way, that was his business. It was late, he needed the sugar to perk him up. 

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When Lee pulled up to what used to be the Plaza Motor Lodge, he was greeted with both disappointment and relief. There was only one cruiser in the parking lot, and the whole place was pretty quiet; just a couple of people standing out on their porches, smoking or sipping from chipped mugs, trying to look like they weren’t attempting to nose in on their neighbors. That at least ruled out Carl having gotten a bullet in his ugly forehead.  Considering that Sandys apartment was one of the dark ones, the bastard was likely actually warm and cozy in his bed-which Lee had no doubt was riddled with bed bugs. What a shame. 

The door to a ground floor unit was open, however, so that was likely where the problem was. He could’ve just gone home right then. But he was already there, and unexplained gunshots were pretty unusual in Meade. People out in the holler loved to fire shots off at all hours of the night for reasons only Jesus knew, but Lee liked to think that the center of the county was a little more civilized. 

He rapped his knuckles on the doorframe, but didn’t wait to be invited in-just did it to let the people inside know he was there. Deputy Howser was sat on the sofa, a notepad balanced on his knee. The other person-presumably the apartments tennant-was pacing the short distance between the front door and the kitchenette. Agitated? Definitely. Hysterical? Yet to be seen. 

“Sheriff Bodecker!” Howser didn’t stand to greet him, but did pat the spot on the sofa next to himself. “You’re gonna want to hear this, Sheriff. Pretty lady’s got a real story for you, huh?” 

The apartments tenant paused in her pacing to whirl on Howser like a jungle cat. “How about you try taking me fucking seriously?!” 

Lee sort of thought steam was going to start coming out of her ears. 

“I’m not the one shooting at ghosts, miss.” Howser said, raising his hands in mock surrender. 

Lee stepped farther into the room. For all of the shit he’d done as sheriff, he was pretty good at the actual minutiae of police work. He’d defused more fights and talked down more angry and panicked people than he could count. 

“Take it easy, sweetheart.” He said in his best ‘everything is okay, miss’ voice. “I know you-”

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart!”

The woman had whipped her head to him the moment it left his mouth. There were mascara tear tracks streaking her cheeks, but she didn’t look sad or scared, just pissed to hell. 

She kept going. 

“If one of y’all would just listen to me for one goddamn minute I could explain!” 

Lee sighed and sat down on the sofa. The deputy nudged him, smirking, and Lee realized that the idiot was going to be extraordinarily unhelpful in sorting this out. 

“Get out of here.” Lee told him. Howser didn’t even question it, likely glad to have one more thing cut from his night shift. Back to the station to sit around and drink burnt coffee with his finger up his ass, most likely. 

Once the deputy had gotten his skinny ass out of there, Lee leaned forward, elbows on his knees-ignoring how that position made his gut roll against his belt. He had bigger fish to fry. 

“Listen, miss.” He began. “I can see you’re pretty worked up, that’s no good. How about you take a breath n’ sit down n’ tell me what’s going on. I hear you were shooting at something?”

She held back for a few moments, then seemed to accept that Lee was the best she was going to get and sat down. With the woman on one end of the sofa and Lee on the other, she told the sheriff what had happened. 

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She wasn’t shooting at ghosts. Lee had figured as much from the start, but it was nice to have confirmation. What she had been shooting at-or rather, what she had shot at, as there had, in reality, only been one bullet fired-was a man. According to her, a man she worked with in one of the shabby little offices in the center of town had been following her home for a couple of days. She had looked through the front window and seen his car lingering in the parking lot, pulling up in front of her unit then pulling out again and looping the lot. So she’d gone into the mostly empty parking lot and fired once, just to scare him. “Just so he knew I had a gun.” she’d said. 

Lee scrubbed a hand over his face when she finished the story. Some men just didn’t know how to handle rejection. Not including Lee, of course. Why, he’d never been rejected by a woman! Not that he was pursuing many these days, after the whole mess of the divorce with Flo, but still. 

“I’m not gonna arrest you for being scared.” He said. He wasn’t. If he had really wanted to, he probably could’ve gotten her for disturbing the peace or unlawfully discharging a firearm, but he didn’t really want to. He’d let worse things slide than a pretty young woman taking her safety into her own hands. 

“What if I had someone stop by here on patrol tomorrow night? Stick around the parking lot for a bit, make sure no one who shouldn't be there is hanging around.” 

She looked away from him, worked her hands in her lap. A lot of the furious indignation in her had faded away, replaced by exhaustion and anxiety. 

“What about tonight?” She asked. 

A reasonable question, but one that had Lee sighing and falling back against the couch cushions. “Jesus Christ, miss.” 

What about that night? Sure, Lee could call Howser back up and have him watch for a bit, but the dumbass would probably just upset the lady again. And Lee was already there-now that he had been up and moving for a bit, the queasiness from earlier had pretty much abated. He wasn’t even feeling particularly tired. 

“I’ll stay for a while.” 

“Really?” She didn’t demure or simper about the big strong sheriff not needing to waste his time on a little thing like her-although it would’ve done wonders for his ego. She just raised her eyebrows, a bit bewildered but pretty accepting. 

Lee nodded, then pushed off his knees and stood. Sure, he’d stick around for a bit. He could finish the half a Pepsi sitting in his cruiser and make sure no one sketchy was hanging around. Well, as far as it pertained to this lady and her problem-if they went and hauled out every creep and scumbag from the Plaza Lodge Apartments they’d have half the tenants, Sandy and her no-good cradle snatcher of a husband included. 

“I’m already here. God knows there’s enough to keep an eye on around here.” 

That got a smile out of her, albeit a small one. If he had been about ten years younger, didn’t have an ex-wife with some truly awful stories about him, and his belt wasn’t biting into his lower belly something awful, Lee would’ve been thinking she was real pretty when she smiled. Even when she’d been snapping at Deputy Howser like a rabid dog, she wasn’t bad looking-just upset. 

“I…I really appreciate that, Sheriff Bodecker.” 

Oh, if Lee didn’t just love the sound of that! ‘Sheriff Bodecker’ said with respect like that was music to his ears. If only everyone referred to him like that, instead of ‘Lee’ this and ‘Lee’ that. 

“ ‘S no trouble. I’m used to late nights.” 

Lee didn’t even know he was trying to impress her until it came out of his mouth. It was a bit juvenile, sure, but the little smile didn’t drop from her face. And he was being truthful! Lee was used to late nights-it was just that he was usually meeting with Leroy or carrying out some of that chickenshit bastards pseudo-mafia business. Lee’s preference was to have his belly full, balls empty and ass in bed by 10pm. 

She cocked her head a little, which made her modern bubble hairstyle bob. Flo had wanted to get a haircut like that a couple of years ago, when it just started to show up in the fashion magazines that filtered in from Cincinnati, and Lee had told her that it would make her look like a bobblehead. By far not the worst thing he’d said to Flo, but it still wasn’t great-especially considering how  cute he was finding the same look on this lady. 

She just looked at Lee for a moment, apparently weighing his offer in her mind, then glanced towards the apartments little kitchenette. 

“I could make you a cup of coffee, if you’d like. Or, um, I have some leftover spaghetti, if you’re gonna be around…” 

“That’s alright. I’ll be right out there in the cruiser, stick around for a while and make sure your jackass doesn’t show back up.” Lee hooked a thumb back towards the front door, still standing open against the cool night air. 

“Okay.” She didn’t offer again. The lack of persistence in her offer stung Lees ego, just a little bit. It’d been a bit since a woman who didn’t reek like the sweat and stale beer had paid him more attention than an eye-fucking. Losing Flo really had tarnished his reputation, goddamn her and her suited-up lawyer with his fancy office in Dayton. If he’d really wanted to put up a fight, he could’ve accused Flo of sleeping with the bastard. She almost certainly hadn’t been, but it would’ve made the whole process a bit more inconvenient for her. Maybe that was a petty sort of win to want. Maybe Lee was the sort of man who wanted those wins anyway. 

And that was the end of it. 

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By around 1:45, Lee was dozing off in his cruiser. He’d finished off his room temperature Pepsi, smoked a cigarette, hummed the earworm theme song from 'Name That Tune' and smoked another cigarette. He’d opened and closed the glove box at least six times, contemplating the Chunky bar stowed in there. 

All while keeping an eye on the other cars in the parking lot, seeing if anyone was going to try to cause trouble. He doubted that the idiot who had been bothering little miss thing was going to show back up that night, but that didn’t mean other horseplay wouldn’t happen-though depending on what it was, Lee would have to let it go anyway. The girls down at the Tecumseh and a couple of illegal substances all fell under the umbrella of ‘things Lee let slide for cold hard cash’. 

The door of miss things unit opened up, light spilling out for just a moment. If Lee had turned his headlights on he could’ve gotten a look at what she was holding, but he also probably would’ve spooked her into dropping it. It didn’t matter anyway, because she came right up to his drivers side window. He’d left it rolled down after the first cigarette. It was a nice night for May. 

She offered him a steaming mug with a cartoon cardinal painted on it. The aroma of coffee hit him instantly-good, fresh coffee, not like the shit at the station that comes out burnt then sits in the pot for hours. 

“It’s been a bit. I figured you’d take me up on this, now.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Lee responded, taking the mug. Their hands didn’t touch, though to be fair, the only person who did much touching on Lee those days was himself. 

The coffee was strong and sweet, just how Lee liked it. So she could at least make a good cup of coffee, and really…wasn’t at all bad looking with the tear tracks washed off her face. No Bess Myerson, but that was a high bar. She was plenty attractive for a town like Meade-and a man like Lee. 

A lot of things could be good enough for a man like Lee.

[daydreamingyuta]

NCT as Husbands Series: Yuta

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!yuta wc: 996 nct as husbands masterlist

Yuta is my fav man so to me, he’s the absolute best husband!

He would be completely obsessed with you. Like you didn’t think it was possible for him to become more obsessed with you, but ever since you two got married he's been on a whole different level. A lot like his love for Mark but intensified because you're his wife.

But Yuta can also come off as hard to read sometimes, not always making his emotions known. So I think Yuta would find comfort in the fact that even though he’s not showering you with love at the moment, you still know just how in love with you he is!

He’s also possessive but not in a (super) toxic way just in a “that’s my wife” kinda way. Which is one way he shows his love for you. like nothing makes him more proud to be your husband than when other guys are clearly looking at you, but he’s the only guy you’re concerned with! and you know exactly when it’s happening because of the little smirk he gets on his face.

Also this man is obsessed with blowing kisses for some reason and it’s the cutest thing in the world! So he would be constantly blowing you kisses especially over FaceTime when he can’t actually kiss you. (or he would send you a quick video if you can’t pick up)

I think one of the most precious things about him is that, when he likes someone, he makes sure that they know how special they are to him. like the way that he would genuinely make you feel like the most beautiful woman that's ever walked this earth! Compliments from him would leave you blushing and replaying his words over and over in your head all day! but as soon as you tell him how handsome he is, he’ll get so shy and cute about it 🥹

One thing that he’s going to make sure of is that his baby is happy!! He literally cannot stop himself from spoiling you and showering you with love 🥺🥺

You hated the fact that one wrong thing could happen, and your whole mood would be ruined for the day. You had gotten into a disagreement with a friend today over dinner and you couldn't stop thinking about it. It wasn't even that big of a deal, it was just annoying that they couldn't see your side of the argument. Yuta could tell that your mood was sour as soon as you got home, plopping down on the couch without even changing into sweats like you usually did. "You're back home early." He says, wrapping his arm around you, letting you lean into him. You hum in response and he knows that you don't really want to talk about what’s put you in a bad mood. Since he doesn’t know what’s bothering you, he quickly searches his mind for ways to make you feel a little better. He sits there with you for a good minute, stroking your hair to comfort you, when he thinks of the new cookies you had bought but haven't tried yet. "Hey, did you want to try those new cookies you got from the store?" He smiled to himself when you perked up slightly at the thought of a sweet treat. "Yeah, I forgot about those." You two walk into the kitchen, Yuta instinctively putting water in the kettle for some tea as you get the cookies out. "Their coffee flavored right?" "hmm…?" You inspect the packaging until you spot the description of the cookies. "Yeah, they’re mocha flavored." You point at the packet showing Yuta as he leans down to get a closer look but then he surprises you by giving you a quick kiss on the cheek instead. You give him a playful smile as he gets two mugs from the cabinet. Once the tea is poured, you both try the cookies which turn out to be amazing. You both express your delight by nodding your head at each other because your mouths are full. As you enjoy your treat, you find yourself talking all about your disagreement with your friend. It's nice to talk to your husband because he's such a good listener, but reliving the conversation made your mood go right back to annoyed. Yuta actually gives you some good advice once you finished telling him the whole story, which he could tell made you feel better, but he still wasn't going to be satisfied until he saw your pretty smile that he loves so much. "Hey, stay here." He says, as he leaves the kitchen. You wait there until he returns, phone in hand and looking something up. You're confused for a good minute until you hear him playing one of your favorite songs. He grabs your hands, and you know he wants you to dance with him. You follow his lead as you sway with him to the song. He can see a smile creep onto your face as he presses more into you. You bury your head into his neck and stay just like that for a while until Yuta gets an idea. He pulls you two apart gently so he can spin you in a circle, which causes you to laugh because the song that's playing does not warrant him to be spinning you around like this at all. Yuta flashes you a proud smile, beaming at the fact that he made you laugh. "Now spin me around." You shake your head at him, but comply with his wishes, spinning him around not once, not twice, but three times until he’s satisfied. The song ends and you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a big kiss for being so adorable. "Have you always been this cute?" "Only when my sweet wife needs to get out of a bad mood." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you back.

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Hold Fast | Ch. 7 Coffee & Donuts

Rating: Mature for chapter (Series is Explicit, this blog is 18+ MDNI)

Summary: It's a rainy day and Frankie is bummed about everything going on with his ex-wife Vanessa and the impending change to the custody agreement. You convince Frankie to go with you for some coffee and treats. Reader has a car named Blue.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who's still reading the series! Life things, grief things, a lot happened since the last update, but I am going to see this series through with Sweets and Frankie. (I've actually written the last chapter believe it or not, but I just need to uh, get them there!) Thank you always for being the best beta @bloviating-vy <3

Word Count: 1.5k (it's mostly fluff y'all)

Chapter Tags/Warnings: TF AU, no y/n, fictional description of custody arrangements, aggressive driving, brief mention of wedding/anniversaries/honeymoon, Tom owns a bar called Redfly's, Pope owns a gym, alternating POV

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It seems like everyone has the same idea as you, crowding into the latest ‘it’ coffee shop, a warm beacon on this grey, drizzly day. Scrunched together at a two-top you could see the noise and crowd grating Frankie’s already low mood, despite the six shots of espresso over ice cradled in his hand. He picks at the pain au chocolate you’re sharing.

“You gonna pick out all the chocolate and just leave the pastry for me?” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, slouching back into his chair and taking a large gulp of his coffee. It is a damn miracle he is not vibrating out of his seat into another dimensional plane. Six fucking shots of espresso.

“Hey,” you say softly, placing your hands over his. “It’s going to work out. Might be hell for a bit, but we’ll get through it. I'm here for you, okay?”

Frankie perks up at the we. He hadn’t said it in so many words but you could tell the custody change demands from Vanessa were stressing him out on so many fronts. It was frustrating enough strategizing with his lawyer, not to mention his worry about being enough for Gabi, doing a good job as a dad, and the thought of juggling full-time custody along with his job. But also how it would impact your relationship. Despite the reassurances you'd given him that you considered him and Gabi a packaged deal, you knew he still harbored doubts, plagued by insecurity.

When someone jostles you hard enough to nearly spill your coffee, you abruptly stand up. The coffee and pastries are doing shit all to improve his mood, but you still have one trick up your sleeve.

“C’mon, let’s go,” you declare, chucking the half-mangled pastry into the trash. The poor lamination of the dough didn’t make this one worth saving. Frankie slams the rest of his espresso and shuffles towards the door behind you.

Even though you’re driving, Frankie hustles over to open the car door for you before sliding in on the passenger side. You know how defeated he’s feeling when he hadn’t insisted on driving this morning. Frankie always wants to drive.

Frankie quirks an eyebrow at you when leaving the shopping center, turning away from the direction of his house. You just shoot him a cheeky wink as you continue driving in comfortable silence. Trundling along in no particular hurry.

Eventually, you pull into the completely deserted student parking lot at the local high school. Puddles dot occasional parking spots and the air is thick with moisture. It’s no longer raining outside but the clouds hang heavy, occasionally spitting, threatening to pour again. You gently pull to a stop near one corner of the lot and grab your phone. He’s not sure what you’re looking for as you scroll through your music app and the car idles.

You finally look at him with a shy smile as you click your phone back into its holder. “You trust me, Frankie?”

“Umm, as long as you’re not about to murder me and dump my body in the ditch over there, baby,” Frankie responds looking around with hesitant but soft eyes, open to whatever you are trying to do to cheer him up.

“Awesome,” you exclaim, perking up, caffeine pumping through your veins. You flip off the A/C and traction control and hit play on your music app. Classical music starts to build on the car’s stereo system. “Hang on!”

You floor it.

Frankie is pretty sure you threw the car directly into second gear, screaming down the long side of the parking lot before executing a perfect pendulum turn around one of the light poles. Whipping the rear of the car around before accelerating towards the middle of the lot and pulling the e-brake briefly, deftly maneuvering the steering wheel before stomping on the gas. Your car dances with you in beautiful arcing donuts. Exiting the last revolution, you rev the engine, before charging towards another light pole at the far end of the parking lot. The tires squeal as you drift around the light pole and floor it again. Frankie’s gripping the oh-shit bar with his right hand as his left presses into the roof of the car. He can’t even let out a yelp as you punch the gas and the air out of his lungs.

He has enough of his wits about him to count the revolutions in the next set of donuts, an impressive 1440 degrees before power sliding around the perimeter of the parking lot for good measure. It suddenly occurred to him why you had red tape marking the 12 o'clock on your steering wheel. You finally drift the car to a stop in the middle of the lot.

You look over and grin at Frankie, looking far too much like a Benny grin, before asking him, “How ya feeling now, baby?” You reach over to take a sip of your coffee, not a drop spilled in the chaos. You eye him with such innocence as if you didn't just pull the ridiculous stunt you just did.

“Uh…” Frankie lets out a hiccuped laugh, still clutching the grab handle, slowly lowering his left hand from the roof. Adrenaline and caffeine coursing through his body, fizzing and sparking up his esophagus that escapes into a giggle?!? Perhaps six shots of espresso was a bit excessive. He feels a slow smile spread across his face, grinning like a maniac back at you, surprised, amused, touched at your antics to cheer him up.

“Better,” he punches, all air and no menace, trying to hold in more unruly giggles.

“Hmm, that's a no,” you smirk at him before pedaling the gas a few times, looking for any sign he wanted you to stop. When he continues grinning at you, you throw the car in reverse, dancing with the e-brake, clutch, and gas pedal, whipping donuts in reverse, once, twice, before throwing it into first and gunning it to drift figure eights around the light posts. The car slips and slides across the wet pavement, the smell of rubber and rain thick in the air, as you maneuver the car with absolute focus and control.

Frankie’s better prepared this time, enough to appreciate your agility and skill as you work, dance really, with your car. It is sort of like a dance, Vivaldi’s music swirling up and up, crescendoing, as you spin the car faster and faster. He lets out a whoop and you smile, alert eyes on the road, before letting one out yourself. As the song crests and falls, you powerslide the car around a light pole and cruise to a stop, allowing the car to idle, breathing heavily from wrangling all that torque and excitement.

“Better?” You glance at him again, eyes playful and sweet.

He grins wide this time, “Yeah, baby, much better. Always better with you.”

You reach out and slide your warm hand into his, squeezing lightly. “Good.” You pause for a moment before adding quietly, “Thanks for trusting me.”

“You know what would make it even better?” He smirks, dimples dancing, eyes bright again.

“What’s that?”

“Let me drive.”

You jerk your hand back from his and playfully shove him, “FRANCISCO MORALES. Blue is MY baby. Only I get spin her like this.”

Frankie knows better, but he presses you anyway with pouty lips and puppy dog eyes.

“Absolutely not, Morales. Maybe, maaaybe after we’ve celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary, THEN you can drive her.” Your eyes widen in panic at the slip of the word wedding. You hadn’t talked about the M word yet.

Frankie furrows his brows in mock seriousness and he can see your panic rise, worried he may have taken it the wrong way.

“How about after the honeymoon?” he negotiates, his voice like a purr. He knows what he's doing. You release a nervous giggle that sets Frankie off, laughter bubbling up from his throat until you’re both cackling with tears until one of you snorts. It was definitely you.

“First anniversary,” you giggle back, hiccuping and wiping away happy tears.

“Deal.”

You shake on it, but instead of releasing your hand, he pulls you in closer for an espresso-laced kiss.

When he finally pulls back, cupping your chin between his thumb and index finger, your soft eyes search him before asking, “You really feel better?”

“Yeah.” He offers a warm, touched smile. He tilts your chin up to him as he presses one more chaste kiss on your lips.

“Wanna dance one more time before we go home?” You arch one eyebrow, one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on the shifter.

Home.

“Hell yeah,” Frankie grins back at you. He thinks maybe you have an inkling, and know how everything is better in his life when you’re there. He’s already home. You’re his home.

Frankie hits play on your music app. As Vivaldi resumes over the speakers you launch Blue down the parking lot, full throttle, tires screaming, a blue streak of rubber and rain.

End Note: The song Sweets puts on is Vivaldi's Winter from The Four Seasons. She hits the gas at the 0:40 mark.

Example of Pendulum Turn Handbrake Turning in Rally Driving

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[sequinsmile-x]

Barter

He knew if he took a moment to step back and think about what he was doing. About the fact he was bargaining with a cat, and an unconscious one at that, that he’d think he’d lost his mind. But Aaron knew he’d do anything for Emily, for his wife, even if that meant he ended up making promises to a cat who had made it his life work to poop in all of his shoes.

-x-

Hi friends,

This is for the lovely @em-prentiss! She wrote a fic about Aaron and Sergio being indifferent to each other recently and it made my brain whir and here we are!

As always, please let me know what you think <3 I am going to go give my cat a massive hug.

-x-

Warnings: sick pet, pregnancy

Words: 2k

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Aaron had always known that Emily and Sergio were a package deal. She loved that cat, and he loved her back. He followed her around her apartment like a shadow, the click-clack of his claws on the hardwood floor a soundtrack to her life as she moved from room to room. Sergio, however, had always been much less keen on Aaron. 

It was something that was clear from the first night he’d ever slept over at Emily’s. He’d snuck out of bed, a kiss pressed against her forehead before he headed for her kitchen, intent on waking her up with breakfast. Instead, she’d woken up to the sound of him yelping in pain as Sergio appeared from nowhere and sunk his claws into Aaron’s bare back. Emily had apologised profusely, all flushed cheeks and messy hair as she stood behind him wearing only his shirt and she dabbed antiseptic on his scratches. He said it was fine, because it was, and they both joked Sergio would get used to no longer being the only man in Emily’s life. 

Sergio’s indifference for Aaron, something he returned in equal measure, continued as their relationship grew. As Aaron and Emily shifted from boyfriend and girlfriend to living together in a house with both their names on the deed, to husband and wife, Sergio continued to make his dislike of Aaron clear. The cat loved Jack, and would often sleep curled up at the end of the young boy's bed, and sometimes Aaron wondered how he’d ended up in a situation where he lived with a cat who somehow knew what freshly clean clothes were his when he dragged them out of the basket to tear them up. 

He’d lost countless ties and shirts, pieces of them found shredded across the house, even though Sergio had more toys than a cat could wish for. Aaron was powerless against it, the love that reflected in his wife and son’s eyes when Sergio purred happily in one of their laps enough to make him put up with all the chaos the four legged creature had brought into his life. He’d lost even more of his will to do or say anything about it when he’d watch Sergio curl up with his head on Emily’s pregnant belly, the shock on the cats face whenever the baby would kick at him funny every time. 

Aaron yawns as he walks through the house, scratching the back of his head as he goes over everything he has to do before he goes up to bed to join Emily. He’s about to go, his foot on the bottom step, when he spots something near Sergio’s food bowl out of the corner of his eye. He furrows his brow and walks over to check, his confusion turning into concern when he sees Sergio laying on his side next to his still full bowl.

“Hey buddy,” he says, crouching down next to the cat, anxiety building in his chest as Sergio doesn’t even react to him, “You didn’t want your dinner?” He asks, trying to move the bowl closer to him, his lips pressed together as he still doesn’t get a reaction. He moves to pick Sergio up, something that would usually result in hissing and a batting of his paws at Aaron’s arms but there is still nothing. He simply lays there as Aaron lifts him into his arms and stands up, “Okay, Serg. We need to get you to the vet.”

He’s suddenly very grateful Jack is at Jessica’s tonight, that he only has to tell his wife, who he knows will insist she drags herself out of bed and go to the vet with him, that the cat is sick. He keeps a hold of Sergio, who is tucked against his chest and heads upstairs to wake up Emily.

At first, she’s bleary eyed and irritated that he’s woken her up from from a deep sleep - something that was rare for her these days because of their very active baby - but the moment he shows her Sergio she’s wide awake. She wraps him in his favourite blanket, a bright pink thing from his days living with Penelope, and hold him close as they drive to the emergency vet. Tears she blames on her pregnancy hormones, as if being upset about her beloved pet being sick was something to be embarrassed over, streaming down her face. 

Their concern is only heightened when the veterinary nurse immediately takes Sergio from them. Her eyes wide as she tells them she’ll check them in as soon as Sergio is with the vet. It’s a long wait as they sit there for news, the only sounds in the otherwise empty vet’s office Emily’s sniffles and the clock on the wall. 

Aaron isn’t entirely sure how much time has passed when the vet comes out to see them, a tight smile on her face he doesn’t have to be good at his job to know isn’t good news. She tells them that they’ll monitor Sergio overnight, and if he makes it they’ll operate in the morning. Emily cries into Aaron’s shoulder, tears and snot seeping through the thin material of his t-shirt. The vet tells them they can see him for a few minutes before they leave and they follow her back past the reception desk. 

Emily gasps as she walks in, the sight of her cat lying there with an IV almost too much for her to take. She sits down at the chair pulled up next to him and she strokes over his soft fur, her other hand on her bump as she tries to soothe both of her babies at the same time. 

“Hi Serg,” she says, swallowing thickly to try and push her emotions down, “You’re going to be okay. You’re in the best place. Everyone is going to take really good care of you and you’ll be home before you know it,” she keeps talking to him, reassuring him as if he’d understand even if he was awake. She sits there for a few minutes before she blows out a shaky breath and turns to look at Aaron who had stood dutifully behind her ever since they’d stepped into the room, a solemn look on his face as he rubbed comforting circles on her back, “I need to pee. Again,” she says, a flash of a smile across her face, “Your kid is on my bladder,” she slowly stands up, letting him help her without fuss for once, “Can you sit with him whilst I go?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her cheek and then her forehead. The vet shows her to the bathroom and Aaron finds himself alone with Sergio for the first time since he’d found him unresponsive on the floor. 

He clears his throat and then he sighs, leaning in to get closer to him, the stillness of the creature that was usually always on the go unnerving. 

“You’ve got to pull through, buddy,” he says, scratching between Sergio’s ears, almost wishing he’d bat at him like he usually would if Aaron dared touch him, “I know we’ve never quite seen eye to eye, but she loves you a lot. So does Jack. So if you make it through this for them I’ll buy you all of the treats you want. And I’ll stop complaining about you shredding my ties or using my shoes as a litter tray.” He knew if he took a moment to step back and think about what he was doing. About the fact he was bargaining with a cat, and an unconscious one at that, that he’d think he’d lost his mind. But Aaron knew he’d do anything for Emily, for his wife, even if that meant he ended up making promises to a cat who had made it his life work to poop in all of his shoes. Aaron sighs and scratches Sergio’s head again, “I promise.” 

He hears Emily clear her throat behind him, her smile shaky and face unreadable other than that and the tears still shining in her eyes. He has no idea how much of what he’d said, if any, that she’d heard, and she steps towards him, her hand on his shoulder as she makes it to his side, “I’ll just give him a kiss and we can head home.” 

He nods and stands up, letting her take his place. She leans down and kisses Sergio between the ears and she whispers something against his fur before she stands up straight, wincing as she places one hand on her back and one on her bump. He closes the gap and rubs a hand on her back where he knows it hurts the most and he drops a kiss to the top of her head. The drive home is silent, one of Emily’s hands in Aaron’s and the other on her belly to distract herself from the fact Sergio isn’t with them. 

It’s only when they are home, snuggled up in their bed, that she breaks. Her tears slipping down onto her pregnancy pillow as he wraps himself around her, doing his best to surround her with love and reassurance. 

“What if he dies?” She asks, trying to catch her breath, both of her hands wrapped around one of his as she secures his arm against her chest, “For a long time he was all I had and…he can’t die.” 

He tries to soothe her, murmuring words of comfort he knows don’t mean anything against the top of her head in between kisses. She eventually falls asleep, worn out by the last few hours and the preemptive grief stuffed in her lungs. He lays there and finds himself wishing for all sorts of things that don’t make sense - cursing himself for not going to veterinary school so he can save Sergio himself, and by the time he falls asleep he’s bartering with a god he isn’t sure he believes in.

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Sergio makes it through the night, and then his surgery, and before they know it he’s home with a shaved paw and a shaved belly and he’s lapping up the attention they are all giving him. He sits curled up in Emily’s lap, loving all the head scratches and kisses, his loud pur giving away any attempt at indifference. 

He’s been home a day when Emily brings it up, her smile coy and teasing as she turns to look at Aaron, Sergio fast asleep in her lap as she smiles at her husband. 

“So…are you going to make good on your promise to get him all the treats he could ever want?” 

His eyes go wide and he swallows thickly, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment, “You heard that?” 

“I heard all of it,” she says, reaching up to cup his cheek, leaning in to kiss him, her smile pressed against his lips, “You’re sweet. Who knew all it would take for you guys to become friends was a near death experience” 

He sighs, “I just know how much you love him.” 

She hums and kisses him again, “If I said we’re out of treats, and the pet store happens to be next to that ice cream place baby and I like…what would you say?” 

He rolls his eyes even though they both know he is already planning on going, and he kisses her before he stands up, “I’d say I’ll be back in 30 minutes,” he leans down to kiss her again, “Rocky Road?”

She nods, “You’re the best. I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he says, sighing as he scratches Sergio’s head, “And I love you buddy.” 

He shakes his head as he hears Emily tell Sergio that she always knew Aaron would come around. He goes to put on his sneakers and turns up his nose at a familiar smell emanating up from them. He picks one of them up and has his suspicion confirmed and he grimaces, sighing to himself before he reaches for another pair of shoes and grumbles. 

“A promise is a promise.” 

[starfall-spirit]

Precious Collateral

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Summary: When Rhys set out to collect his dues from the head of the Archeron house, he knew the man would be begging for more time. What he didn’t expect was to be offered the youngest daughter as collateral.

After spending only a day in the temperamental woman’s company, he found himself utterly enthralled with his new guest—and with no intention of letting her father scrape together the funds that would grant her her freedom.

AN: This is going to be the darkest fic I've written so far. Definitely bringing in heavier themes than my CoN!Feysand fics have. The first chapter is short and free of any trigger warnings, but I want to give a list up front of what I have tagged so far on Ao3 for future chapters.

TW/CW: Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Extremely Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Bondage, Spanking, Orgasm Denial, Dark!Rhys, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink, Dom/Sub Undertones, Power Imbalance, Daddy Kink

That said, enjoy the intro chapter!

Chapter I

Rhysand

“I have tried, I swear. Please, I have nothing to give. If I had more time…”

“I’ve given you time,” Rhys drawled, leaning back in the chair he was offered. “Months beyond the timeframe we agreed on, in fact. And still have nothing to show for it, Archeron. I believe I made the consequences of that quite clear during our original meeting.”

“Y-yes. You did. I haven’t forgotten. I only hoped if I offered you a new deal for the time being you may accept.” He kept his eyes cast down slightly, looking every bit the beta begging to keep his miserable life. “Please, I can not leave my wife and daughters with nothing.”

“One less mouth to feed. I’d say you’d be doing them a favor.”

The man swallowed hard. “My daughters,” he almost whispered. “You can have your pick. Keep one of them in your home until I can gather the money.”

Rhys just managed to catch his sneer, maintaining his mask worn for business matters such as this. One line he never crossed was trading in flesh. He hadn’t touched the trafficking circles so many of the other major players tangled themselves in and no one indebted to him had dared offer up their own child yet.

He would have laughed in the man’s face and put an end to the conversation if it wasn’t for the soft gasp outside the office door. His eyes slid in the direction of the sound before he jerked his head, a silent order to Cassian. “Let me go! You can’t—” The girl’s mouth snapped shut the moment her eyes met Rhys’. “I—”

“Well, well. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that eavesdropping is rude, pet?”

Though her fear practically radiated from her, his demand only made her raise her chin. What a little brat she was. And no wonder, he mused. The youngest Archeron was an omega. A rarity, coming from a beta mother and father. Her older sisters had been just as disappointing in that regard, even if the eldest had a mouth on her.

“It seems I was right to,” the girl snapped back. “If you’re here to tear our family apart.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer audacity. All that rage in such a tiny package. It was refreshing. “My, Abraham. Just where were you hiding this little gem when I visited you before?” Leaning down, he caught a whiff of her scent, the lilac and pear downright intoxicating, setting his alpha instincts reeling. The words to seal the deal with her father were out of his mouth before what remained of his morality could cut through the haze. “I’m going to enjoy training you, darling.”

She drew a deep breath, shuttering softly. Good, that she was just as affected by him. “You can’t do this,” she whispered.

“Can’t I, pet?” He didn’t let himself touch her, instead drawing back to his full height. “Cass, make sure she has a few things for the flight back. The rest can be provided when we’ve made it home.” Glancing back over his shoulder, he addressed her father one last time. “A pleasure doing business, Archeron.”

~~~~~

Feyre

“A hunger strike isn’t going to do you any favors, sweetheart.” She scowled, pushing the plate to the top of her tray before turning her attention back to the window. “And the cold shoulder isn’t going to earn you a ticket home.”

“Tell me what, exactly, Rhysand, would earn me some peace and quiet?” Cassian coughed sharply, clearly trying to cover his amusement. The man seated beside him—still nameless to her—just shook his head. As if Feyre was some bratty child they should never have dragged into this mess. If he was so easily convinced, perhaps his partners could be too, no matter how patient Rhysand seemed.

Turning to the window again, she tucked her knees to her chest. Where was she left now? She was seventeen, not even graduated, and being flown off to God knew where until her father could scrape together whatever the nut jobs needed to pay off the astronomical loan he’d wasted in a matter of a few weekends. Feyre had seen the ledgers. Even if her mother and older sisters refused to greet reality, she knew better.

Now she was stuck. Her family wouldn’t be able to beg or bargain for the kind of money they needed. If she was ever going to be free, she’d have to plot an escape herself.

She spent the rest of the flight studying the three men as subtly as possible. How they moved, spoke, and acted towards one another. The weapons they each carried, even in the safety of their own jet. But what bothered her most, if she was being honest, was the raw confidence each of them exuded. They knew their weapons, knew each other, and laid an unshakable trust in that. She wasn’t going to be able to turn one of Rhysand’s goons to her side. Not the top of his team, at least.

So she would wait. However long it would take, she would best them.

~~~~~

Rhysand

“What game are you playing, Rhys?” 

They were an hour from landing in Manhattan when Feyre finally drifted off, giving his brothers the freedom to truly interrogate him. “We don’t let innocents get tangled in business. It’s the one thing that puts us above the others.”

“I have no intention of selling her off, Cassian. She’s exactly what her father offered her as—collateral.”

“She’s a kid, Rhys.”

“She’s a minor for a few more months, yes, but hardly a child.”

His enforcer scowled. “So, what, December rolls around and you put her to work in the club?”

“No,” he snapped, frustrated with how obvious his investment in the girl was becoming. There was no reason he should be so against the suggestion. They paid the girls dancing in their night club, Velaris, more than most in their profession could dream of. Their clientele was vetted. Feyre would have been just fine if he threw her Mor’s way to train up for the club. “I don’t know yet. She’ll stay at the townhouse under my watch until I’ve decided. No arguments.”

“Rhys.” He met his spymaster’s eyes, loathing the hint of worry there. “Eyes on the prize?”

“Always, brother.”

~~~~~

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[xthescarletbitch]

any married headcanons for kara (detroit become human)?

absolutely! however, i keep over-analysing my work, so i'm just going to hit publish. i hope you like it, anyway! i tried something new. :)

✦ kara is incredibly doting: kara is an amazing wife with extraordinary attention to detail. she will pick up on little quirks or mannerisms of yours to keep in mind for the future. once she learns a thing or two about you, consider it marked in her memory forever. she will usually play on this memory when she needs to, such as by cooking your favourite meal when she knows you’ve had a rough day or by setting up one of your favourite activities for a fun date. there are no bounds to kara’s love for you, and she will do anything to show you. after all, her love language is acts of service. 

✦ kara can get clingy at times: there is nothing kara looks forward to more at the end of the day than to be cuddled up in bed with her partner. she considers it the best part of her day, and honestly, you could say the same. even around the house, kara loves to come up behind you and wrap her arms around you, lovingly whispering “my wife” in your ear as she does so. her clinginess also shows up when you do household chores because she just wants to be by your side doing the same. 

✦ kara knows what she is getting into: kara knows the fragility of humans, and she knows that her time with you will inevitably end, one way or another (as you’ve reminded her many times). she doesn’t care, though. she loves you and wants to spend all the time that she can with you. she wants to be there to take care of you up until your last breath. you are the only one for her.

✦ you’ve got to be willing to work with her: kara has spent so much time being under the ownership of people that she sometimes forgets that she isn’t in that situation with you. she requires some independence and freedom. she must know she is her own person, capable of whatever she sets her mind to, and you are always willing to remind her of that. you tell her that she is seen, she is heard, she is essential. she is more than just a “household android” to you.

✦ it’s not just kara you’re getting involved with: kara and alice are a package deal. luckily, alice adores you. it wasn’t hard to win her over, and she was more than happy to see two of her favourite people get together and marry. alice is thrilled with having two very loving parents. you enjoy spending time together any chance you can, and kara will always look at you both with the most loving eyes. it means a lot to her that you get along, making her fall for you even more.

✦ kara appreciates the littlest things: kara loves the little things you do for her to show your love. she is especially fond of the fact that you both are a team and that nothing falls solely on one or the other. she has been through a lot and was expected to do so much that honestly drained her mentally. since being deviant, one of her biggest fears is to be reverted back to that state, but she feels far from it with you. so when she catches you doing something like the dishes, she just smiles. she doesn’t mind doing things like that for you, but knowing that it isn’t up to her makes her feel loved.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 23 - Deepthroating & Facesitting

Summary: The bar is the easiest place to pick up strangers. Of course, they never quite know what they’re getting into. 

Pairing: Jesse x reader x male character

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, monster AU, vampire!Jesse and vampire!reader, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), deepthroating, facesitting, threesome, hair pulling, blood drinking, lots of blood, some gore (mostly just blood everywhere), character death (but you’ll like it), language, very brief implication of pedophilia at the end.

A/N: Yes, I did both prompts just because I can. I do love this one very much. Let vampires drink blood and fuck nasty!! 📣

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“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a place like this?” 

A smirk forms on your face as a body slides into the seat next to you at the bar. You turn, the ring on your finger catching the light as you reach for your glass of wine. “What makes you think I’m alone?” 

The man seated next to you is average at best. No taller than 5’8 with dull hair that needs a good wash and trim, an ill fitting suit that makes him look bulky and frumpy, and a patchy five o’clock shadow that makes him look more like a mangy dog than anything else. His cologne is strong, nearly making your eyes water as he leans in, resting his elbow on the bar. 

“I don’t see anyone around.” He says, his eyes pretending to scan the area around you, but in reality he’s staring at your chest and the skin revealed by the deep v-cut in your dress. 

“You’re bold.” You say, crossing your legs to reveal the skin of your thigh through the slit in the side as you swirl the wine in your glass. “I like bold.” 

His tongue darts across his lower lip as he looks you up and down. “And you’re brave. I like brave women. All the more fun to break.” 

You hide the look of disgust that passes over your face as you take a sip of your wine. 

“She’s not so easy to break.” A voice says behind you, a hand slipping around your waist. 

You can’t help the smirk as the man pales a bit, sitting up straight on his stool. You turn to look up at Jesse, leaning into his side. “Hello, dear.” 

“Hello, love.” He smiles down at you. “Making friends?” 

“Yes,” You turn back to the man. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” 

The man swallows thickly. “Brian.” 

“Well, Brian, I’d like you to meet my husband Jesse.” You say, motioning to your tall, well dressed husband next to you. “Jesse, this is Brian.” 

Jesse holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Brian.” 

Brian shakes his hand, nodding. “Yeah.” 

Jesse smirks, slipping his arm back around you. “Don’t look so scared, Brian. Plenty of men like to stare at my wife.” Jesse cups your chin, tilting your face up towards him. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?”

Brian gulps, nodding. “Yeah. She is.” 

Jesse runs his finger across your wine-stained lips. “And sometimes, when the mood is right, I don’t mind sharing.” He releases your face, turning to look at Brian. “That is what you’re after, isn’t it? A night of pleasure with a beautiful woman?” 

Brian nods again, his breathing shaky. “Yes.” 

Jesse grins. “Perfect. Though, I do have to warn, we come as a package deal.” 

Brian looks between you, his eyes trailing over you before they flicker to Jesse. “Like...together?” 

You nod. “Yes, though his involvement can be as little as you like. He does enjoy sitting and watching as much as he loves being involved.” 

Jesse steps behind you, wrapping his arms around you. His hand presses against your stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder. “What do you say, Brian? You want to fuck my wife?” 

Brian licks his lips, staring at Jesse’s hand on your stomach. His eyes trail upwards until he’s staring at your face, a small smirk tugging at your lips. A smirk tugs at his own, just for a second, barely long enough for you to catch it before he’s nodding. “Yeah. Yeah I would like to fuck your wife.” 

Jesse smirks, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Excellent.” He releases you, reaching into his pocket to toss a stack of 20s on the bar before offering you a hand. “We’ll take our car.” 

Jesse leads you from the bar, Brian following close behind. You climb into the cramped back seat with Brian, sitting right up against him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, your hand dropping to one of his thighs. He tastes like cheap beer as he kisses you, eagerly shoving his tongue into your mouth. You resist the urge to roll your eyes as his other hand lifts, wrapping lightly around your throat. You meet Jesse’s eyes in the rearview mirror, an amused glint shining in them as he drives to the hotel. 

You stumble into the elevator with Brian, his hands clutching at your waist desperately as he pins you against the wall. Jesse presses the button for the correct floor as Brian drags his lips to your neck, sucking at the skin. Jesse stares at you in the reflection, your hand lifting to tangle in Brian’s hair. You stare back, lifting a leg to hook around Brian’s waist. He’s hard, cock pulsing against your side. 

You stumble out of the elevator, Jesse leading the way down the hall to the hotel room. Brian is handsy, keeping his hands on you as you wait for Jesse to open the door. His hands are clammy and you can smell the sweat beginning to form on his body. It’s revolting, but you’ve smelled worse. 

You lead Brian into the hotel room by the hand, probably the nicest he’s ever been in. You turn to face him, running a hand down his front to palm him through his pants. He lets out a groan, bucking into your hand. 

You lean in close to his face, nipping at his bottom lip. “Take your clothes off.” 

He pulls away from you, tugging eagerly at his tie. You slowly remove your jewelry, kicking off your shoes. Jesse closes the blinds, getting the room set up comfortably before beginning to undress himself. 

Brian’s eyes are on you as soon as your dress pools around your feet, leaving you in nothing but your lacy undergarments. Brian tugs his pants down, the bulge obvious in his briefs. 

“Someone’s excited.” Jesse says, trailing his hands over your sides. “How do you want to do this? You want her to suck your cock? You want her to sit on your face?” 

“I don’t eat pussy.” Brian says, tossing his briefs to the side. 

You fight the urge to make a face, Jesse swooping in to save you as he kisses you.“Well, lucky for her, I do.” He says, tugging your panties so they drop around your feet. “Suck his cock, baby, while you sit on my face.” He murmurs before laying himself down at the foot of the bed on the floor. 

You saunter over, eyes glued to Brian’s cock. Jesse still has his pants on, likely to prevent Brian from feeling bad. You position yourself over Jesse’s face, lowering down until you’re on your knees. His hands hold your hips, situating you over his mouth before lowering you completely. You let out a gasp as his tongue drags through your folds, your hand closing around Brian’s cock. 

You pump him a couple times before dragging your tongue along his dick. His eyes are glued to your face as you stare up at him, flicking your tongue against his tip. His lips part in a groan as you tease his cock, Jesse’s tongue doing wonders on your clit. You take him into your mouth, his cock heavy on your tongue despite the small size. You bob your head, mirroring Jesse’s rhythm as he sucks at your clit. 

Your thighs clench around Jesse’s head, his hands squeezing your ass as you grind against his face. You’re glad it’s unnecessary for you to breathe as Brian tangles his hand in your hair, pushing you further down his cock until it hits the back of your throat. You continue to stare up at him as you moan around him, taking his cock deep in your mouth. 

One hand grips Brian’s thigh while the other holds the top of Jesse’s head, your hips grinding against his face as he pushes you closer and closer to an orgasm. Brian is close as well, precum seeping down your throat as you continue to suck his cock as deeply as you can. 

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, tugging hard on your hair. 

His cum is salty and musky as it spurts down your throat, your hips jerking against Jesse’s face as he sucks at your clit, sending you into an orgasm. You moan and whine around Brian’s cock, wrapping your hand around the base and pulling yourself free. Your head falls back as you continue to grind against Jesse’s face, a breathy moan leaving your lips. 

You pull yourself off his face before you get overstimulated, Brian sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

“Fuck, that was good.” He groans, watching you as you pull yourself off Jesse’s face. His hand is pumping his cock, trying to get hard again. 

You can see the bulge in Jesse’s pants, large and obvious as he sits up. His face is glistening with your juices as he grins. “Fantastic isn’t she?” He says, wiping his face with the back of his hand. 

“Fuck yeah.” Brian says, leaning over and kissing at your neck.

His hands trail up your body, pawing at your breasts. You crawl into his lap, straddling him as he tugs harshly at your nipples. You hiss out a breath, covering his hands with yours as you grind on his lap, slicking his cock with your juices. He curses against your throat, sucking another mark on the skin that will be gone by morning. 

You can’t help but smirk, guiding his hands down to your ass as you continue to grind against him. He begins to get hard again, poking at your pussy as you drag your hips against him. Jesse sits himself in the chair in the corner, his hand stroking his cock. You hold his gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips as Brian bites at your neck. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes, letting Brian maneuver you onto your back on the bed. You let your legs fall open, revealing your glistening pussy to him. He groans as he stares at it, manically stroking at his cock as he crawls between your legs. 

He’s only half hard as he presses into you, his hands holding your hips as he thrusts into you. You groan, hands closing around his wrists as he sinks into you as deep as he can. He begins moving with short, shallow thrusts, his hands moving to the bed to hold himself up. You let your arms fall back to the bed, framing your head as he moves, quiet moans leaving your lips as he ruts into you. 

“That’s it baby.” You moan. “Just like that.” 

He’s loud, groans and moans tearing from his lips as you squeeze around him, finally growing completely hard inside you. He’s not going to last long, you can tell as sweat beads on his forehead, his hair damp from the exertion of his thrusts. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans. “Such good pussy.” 

You tilt your head back, meeting Jesse’s gaze. His hand is slowly stroking his cock. He’s got that glint in his eyes again, a smirk tugging at your lips before you let out a moan that would make a pornstar jealous. 

Brian’s hips stutter as you squeeze tightly around him, his cock throbbing inside you. You grin at Jesse, fangs glinting in the dim light of the lamps in the room. He rises from the chair as Brian continues to fuck you, moving to the end of the bed. You drag your hands up Brian’s arms, circling them around his shoulders before pulling him down against you, angling his neck right at your mouth. 

You meet Jesse’s gaze as you sink your teeth into his throat right before he can cum. You tear into his throat, cutting off his surprised yell as you rip at his artery, soaking your chest in blood. Jesse pounces from behind, sinking his teeth into the other side of his neck, sending more blood dripping onto you. 

Brian struggles but he’s trapped between you, his body jerking as you drink his blood. He tastes exactly how you’d expect, musty and sour, but it’s still blood and you’ve been thirsty all night. Brian’s body goes rigid before he goes limp, his heartbeat slowing in your ears until it stops. You drink the last of the blood that flows onto your tongue before pulling back, Jesse shoving his body to the side where it falls in a heap beside you. You stare up at Jesse, your face and chest coated in blood. He stares down at you, blood trailing down his neck from his lips. 

“He didn’t even make me cum.” You say, pulling Jesse down against you. Brian’s blood smears from your body onto his but you don’t care as you press your lips to his. 

“What a weak man.” Jesse groans, his cock throbbing against your stomach. “You should have seen it from my angle, rutting into you like a dog.” His arms cage you in, one hand cupping the back of your neck. “You are a goddess. You deserve to be treated as one.” 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling Jesse closer. “Then show me how I deserve to be treated.” 

He smirks, shifting his hips until his cock presses against your entrance. You’re slick and wet from the thrill of feeding, and from the unsatisfying rutting you had been forced to endure. He eases into you, stretching you still despite the fucking you had just been doing. You moan, clinging to him as he works you open. 

His lips press against yours, smearing more blood on your face but you don’t care. The bed is soaked, and so are you, but you can’t find it within yourself to care as Jesse slowly grinds his hips against yours. He groans against your lips as you clench around him, pulling his cock deeper into you. 

He begins thrusting into you, slow and deep, his pelvis brushing your clit with every movement. You moan into his mouth as his fangs catch your tongue, your blood dripping in his mouth. A shiver runs through him as he’s reminded of the night you turned him all those decades ago. He sucks on your tongue, snapping his hips harder against yours. You pull back with a moan, head tilting back as pleasure rushes through you. His lips trail down your neck, licking at the blood on your skin. 

“Jesse!” You cry, nails biting into his shoulders as you wrap your legs around his waist. “Don’t stop!” 

“Never.” He groans against your throat, getting close himself as you squeeze around him. “Anything for you, mistress.” 

You mewl at the title, pulling his face up so you can stare into his eyes as you cum, body trembling as white hot pleasure rushes through you. His lips part in a moan, eyes rolling back as he cums, spilling into you. His hips jerk as he fills you, body falling against yours. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as he whispers praises in your ear. 

He pulls free of you once you’ve come down from your high, rolling off of you and tugging you into his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder, trailing your fingers through the blood on his skin. 

“His wife will thank us when the police search his house.” You muse, draping a leg over Jesse’s. 

He hums, fingers tracing your back. “So will all those women.” 

“And the poor girls.” You say, getting comfortable against his side. “Another successful night.” 

“I agree.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Another creep removed from the world.” 

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[welcomehomerp]

Meet my Welcome Home OC Lydia Spellman

(again if you see this on an account called @mysticgeekzartz that is my art account Then just posting my OC's on my roleplay account)

🩵Name: Lydia Spellman

🩵Age: 25

🩵Pronouns: She/Her

🩵Sexuality: Lesbian

🩵Species: Puppet/Witch

🩵Nationality: English

🩵Fleece color: Light Blue

🩵Hair color: Bubble Gum Pink

🩵Height: 5'0

🩵Clothing Preference: She usually likes to wear dresses by times she does wear pants but most of the time she likes to wear a little sundresses and hats but she also wears the basic late '60s early '70s A-line style dresses She also wears Mary Jane's or flats She works as a witch who makes potions to cure ailments or to help people out So that's when she wears witchy robes

About Her:

Lydia is a witch that came from the UK area, she moved to home to help out with her little potion business to help people out whether it's a basic ailment or you want to grow taller She always had a natural potion for that She forces her ingredients in the forest that's where she met Eve and fell in love with her because of their love of the forest and being kind of bo-ho, Lydia is more mature and a "straight man" compared to Eve who is a chaotic SOB.

She is very mature and very posh how somebody would say She really respects manners And as always the adult compared to Eve who acts like a chaotic mischievous elf And she's always putting Eve on their place they bicker quite a bit but it's always silly bickering nothing too serious and almost like slapstick style things. Eve can say something that will drive Lydia insane they fight about it then they make up because they have their soft moments.

Lydia is a very proud witch and takes her magic very seriously and hates it when people deny magic is real I mean she's living proof that magic is real cuz she practices making potions and natural potion like remedies She likes to use her magic to help people, and is very knowledgeable about plants and herbs, ect to make her potions she's a bit clumsy when it comes to her potions She thinks she made one type of potion but in

reality it either explodes in her face or it isn't what the person asked for like her example I have this headcan in story that she wanted to give Eddie an energy potion so he didn't have to lose so much energy overworking himself delivering packages but instead of giving him energy

it just made him grow big so he was a giant for a while until Lydia figured out how to make him small again only to get him to shrink as small as a mouse but then after a bunch of trial and error she did manage to get him into normal size so people are sometimes iffy about her potions even though she's insistent that they work

On her downtown Lydia likes to have a nice cuppa tea and reads her spell books practicing spells or if she's angry enough at Eve cursing her whether that is making her silent for a few days so she can't annoy people or shrinking Eve to put in her purse so she doesn't have to deal with her That's just the life of Lydia Spellman dealing with a chaotic wife

(That's all I'm going to say about Liddy If you want to know more about her maybe ask for a role play (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

[sumtheamazinglysickauthor]

A Date After Work - A Xyx Fanfic

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Part 1

Part 2

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You were playing with Cat while your husband was getting ready for your date. You had already talked to one of your guys’ neighbors and they’d agreed to take care of them. It was great to have people like that around. They were used to Xyx’s antics and airhorns and never held it against you both, which you were extremely grateful for.

Xyx came out of the bathroom, wearing a suit that was more navy than the one he wore to work, complemented by a tie in a darker shade of yellow.

“How do I look, love?” he asks, raising a brow, “Would this be too dashing? Wouldn’t want anyone else falling for me. Though, couldn’t blame ‘em.”

You roll your eyes, not bothering to hide the smile on your face as he says that, “I wouldn’t know, I’m already inlove.”

Xyx smirks, “Hmm… I suppose it can’t be helped then. The world will just have to deal with my handsomeness.”

“Poor world. Probably not even prepared”

“Sad, right? Too bad. Some of us are just a gift to humanity and the world will just need to get used to that.”

“I suppose so. It may be the world’s loss, but it’s my gain isn’t it?”

“Precisely. You have the full package, doll.” he winks at you.

“I guess I hit the jackpot, then.” you chuckle.

He grins at you, “So did I. Not everyone gets to have a gorgeous wife who’s dressed up all stunning and someone who puts up with ‘em all the time.”

“Not sure I’d say I ‘put up with you’. Though, you are a handful. Not like I’d have it any other way though.”

“Good, ‘cause you already signed a lifetime with me. No refunds or returns are permissible.”

“Hm… Shouldn’t be a problem.” You smile.

Xyx takes a look at his watch, “As much as I would love to stay in here all day with you, doll, I believe we have a date to get to. Wouldn’t want you to get all dressed up for no reason, now would we?”

You giggle, “I suppose you’re right.”

You pick up Cat and give them a little pet before putting your shoes on. You and Xyx smile at eachother before you ring your neighbors’ doorbell and leave Cat with them, thanking them once again for taking care of the lil furball. After the neighbor closes the door, you slip your arm through Xyx’s, earning yourself a grin.

“About time the thieving freeloader stopped stealing your time.” Xyx says playfully, leading you out to his bike.

“Babe, if anything, you're stealing Cat’s time with me.” you chuckle.

Xyx’s eyes twinkle with hints of mischief as he helps you on the motorcycle, “If my memory serves me right, I was the reason you came into our life. Therefore, I am allowed to get my allotted share of your time That and the fact that I’m your husband gives me the right to exclusive time with you. Case closed.”

You smirk at the lawyer as he gets on the bike, holding tight onto his waist. He looked back at you for a second, taking in your beauty, before starting the bike with a purr. You felt the engine rumbling as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, earning yourself a chuckle. You looked at the evening sky. The night was beautiful and the evening air was cool and calm.

Xyx maneuvered the motorcycle through the street, weaving smoothly and effortlessly between the evening traffic. The city lights were twinkling in a way that reminded you of stars.

“So, where are we going?” you raise a brow that he couldn’t see.

“That, love, is for me to know and you to find out.”

“That’s unfair. It just makes me more curious.”

“Unfair is just another type of fair.” he chuckles.

“What about a hint?” you were extremely curious.

“No can do, doll.’ You could feel the smirk on his face as he said that. The wind blew through your hair as he went a bit faster, making you tighten your grip on him, “Wouldn’t want to risk ruining the surprise now, would we?”

It was true. You didn’t want the surprise to be ruined just because your brain couldn’t handle waiting to know something. You let out a resigned sigh, “Maybe I should start being the spy among us.” you say, “Fine. Wherever you’re taking me better be worth these past moments of suffering I’m going through.”

Xyx chuckled, his voice playful yet reassuring, “Trust me, doll. It’ll be worth all the hard work you’re putting into not asking questions. Must be a lot.”

“Oh it is, and I’m not even getting paid.”

After what felt like ages of being left in suspense, but what was actually around 5-10 minutes, the two of you finally reach it. It was a restaurant near the beach. You looked at the beach. A place filled with memories. You smiled at it, remembering the time the two of you ended a very eventful date there with a dance.

Xyx helps you off of the bike and takes your hand. He gives you a grin, and you return it with a smile. Honestly, you felt excited. The beach was one of your favorite places, for obvious reasons. You were going to a restaurant that was close to it. Xyx started leading you in.

Inside, the restaurant was warm and looked very inviting. It was cozy, and yet seemed elegant. The golden light cast a warm glow on each table and there were only sounds of soft murmurs. The place was filled with nautical and maritime decor. The restaurant looked very clean.

A waiter greeted the both of you, leading the two of you to a table with a beautiful view of the beach and moonlit ocean outside. The table looked very sophisticating, with its polished silverware and folded napkins. You could hear the sound of waves from outside, and it felt relaxing.

Xyx pulled your chair out for you, helping you into it before sitting in his own. You were mesmerized by the view and the memories said view gave you. The waiter gave the two of you your menus and left to go check on another customer. The two of smiled at eachother as Xyx sat down in his own seat.

“This is… Wow…”

“Yeah? I was thinking you’d like it.” he smirked.

You looked out at the shimmering waves. There was moonlight reflecting off the ocean which made it seem almost magical.

“You were right.” you smile, “This is perfect.”

There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “Only the best for you, doll.”

The waiter came back to take your orders and after he left, you looked back out at the beach. It looked particularly gorgeous.

“The beach looks beautiful…” you say, your eyes lingering on the waves.

“Sure, but it’s not as beautiful as you” he replies with a wink.

You roll your eyes, trying and failing to hide the smile on your face, “Smooth talker, aren’t you?”

“One of my many talents, doll. Others would include being cool, awesome, sexy, the list goes on. Though, I speak nothing but the truth.”

“Uh-huh.” you blush at the last part, “You’re so modest.”

“Well, when you’re as amazing as me, you kind of have to be.” he said with a grin.

“Ah yes, definitely. How do you do it, oh awesome one?”

“It can be quite the burden, but someone’s gotta bear it.” He says with a dramatic sigh.

You snicker, “So humble.”

“Hey now doll, humility is just another word for being extraordinarily fantastic.” Xyx says with a straight face, though you could see it almost smirking.

The two of you continue talking and bantering as the waiter comes with your food. Just smelling it made your stomach rumble. As the waiter left, you and Xyx dug in, savoring every bite. You continued your conversation, laughing and razzing eachother.

After finishing your food, Xyx suggested a stroll along the beach, which you happily agreed to. You guys went out of the restaurant after Xyx paid for dinner– you offered to do so, but Xyx looked at you like you’d grown a second head and was ‘offended’. For someone who apparently loved money, he sure loved being the one to pay for things. Or maybe he found something, or someone, whom he loved more than money.

Leaving the restaurant, you were hit with a cool breeze. Xyx reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. His hand was warm and very comfortable.

“So, what’d ya think of that one?” Xyx raises a brow at you with a playful smile.

You give him a grin, “Pretty amazing if I do say so myself”

“Is that right? Just ‘pretty’?” he teased.

You snort, “Alright alright. It may or may not have been one of the best days of my life.”

“You say that everytime, love. I’m starting to think you don’t really mean it.” your husband chuckles.

“Hey! It’s not my fault! Maybe you just know how to make everything so perfect all the time.”

Xyx smirks, leaning in closer as the sounds of waves crashing against the shore are heard, “I suppose I do have a certain… flair for perfection.”

You laugh, “Oh absolutely. You’re practically flawless.”

“Practically, doll?” he says dramatically, putting his free hand over his heart, “Now that hurts. I thought I was completely flawless”.

“That would be boring. Are you calling yourself boring, Xyx?” you raise a brow.

“Me? Boring? I think we both know better than to call me that, love.”

“Oh of course! I would never. You’re very fun and entertaining. I was just telling you that that’s what you were calling yourself.”

“Is that so?” he pauses hearing the sound of music slowly drifting from somewhere. He listens for a moment, stopping and looking at you with a smirk, “Too late for any explanation, doll. I’m already fairly offended. How about a deal?”

“Oh?” You grin.

“You give me a dance and I’ll forgive ya.”

“Hmm…” you pretend to think for a moment, “I suppose that seems fair.”

You have learnt a bit about dancing because of Xyx, now knowing where to put your hands and how to move. Even so, you let him take the lead as he guides you to a slow, romantic dance. The two of you sway gently to the rhythm, receiving a slight feeling of déjà vu. The two of you look into eachother’s eyes, basically hypnotized, as the rest of the world fades.

“Xyx…” you break the silence after a while.

“Hmm?���

“Thank you… for this. I had a great time.”

His smile is very genuine and grows a bit, “Anytime, doll. You just say the word.”

You giggle, “That’s a big promise.”

“I take my promises very seriously, doll. You should know that by now.” he says teasingly.

“True, true.”

“Besides, remember when I said I’d take good care of ya? I meant it.” he recalls, and you knew exactly what he was talking about. The day you first met in real life. The day he picked you up from the airport. One of the happiest days of your life.

You give him a soft smile, “I know… You prove it everyday. I never hesitated to believe you. Not at the airport and certainly not now.” you pause, “We’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we? From the video calls to this.”

Xyx’s eyes twinkle with a mixture of nostalgia and affection, “Yeah. It’s been one hell of a ride, hasn’t it?”

“Sure has. One hell of a ride you acquired.”

He chuckles, “I did warn ya that you were getting into dangerous territory. I absolve myself of any guilt.”

“Nothing to feel guilty about. This has been my favorite.”

“Oh? Good, ‘cause you can’t get off.”

You let out a soft laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The two of you continue dancing. The music wraps around you in warm embrace. Xyx pulls you closer.

“Hmm.. We might be missing just one thing. Hey, love?” Xyx leans in closer, his face nearly brushing yours.

“Yes?”

Your steps come to a stop.

“Could I ask you for a kiss?” his voice is a bit deep, emerald eyes looking into yours. The déjà vu from his sentence kicks in. You smile at him, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering. You lean in to him, him using a hand to cradle the back of your neck, grounding you, while the one on your waist tightens its grip. The kiss is warm, tender. You melt into it, feeling a familiar spark of electricity as his lips meet yours.

When you finally pull away, putting your head against his forehead, you look at him.

“I love you, Xyx.”

“I love you too, doll.”

I love you forever and always.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Jack and fl go on a night drive

AN: they’re around 21 in this and this is when they are living in Atlanta after Jack got signed to Generation Now

You had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours even though Jack was laying right next to you. It was always easier for you to fall asleep when he was, but so far tonight, it wasn’t happening. You knew that he wouldn’t want for you to be awake by yourself, so you simply started poking him.

“Babe.”

“Baby.”

“Jackman.”

He started to stir before turning towards you and opening his eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I can’t sleep.” You said with a defeated look on your face and Jack suddenly got a bright idea.

“Put your shoes on.”

“Where are we going?” You curiously asked before sitting up in the bed and he simply shrugged.

“Nowhere in particular.”

The two of you had been driving around for about thirty minutes after getting food from a KFC that stays open 24 hours and you simply looked over at Jack and smiled. He caught on and smiled back at you but not before turning red as a tomato.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He curiously asked while turning his attention back to the road.

“I just think about how your life is really about to change and I’m so happy that I get to have a front row seat to watch it all happen.”

“Correction, our lives are about to change. We’re a package deal so you know wherever I go, you’ll be right there alongside me.” He answered while taking your hand in his and massaging small circles on the back of it.

“I just love you so much and you’ve worked your ass off to get this far,”

“I love you too and you know it’s only up from here.” 

“I know I’ve told you this before but, just promise me something.”

“You know I’ll do anything and everything when it comes to you.”

“Never lose sight of your vision and the people that helped you get to where you’re going to go. Don’t forget why you started.”

“That’s why I have my baby to keep me grounded, and I promise. And my other goal is to upgrade your ring.” He answered while looking over at you.

“I only wear it when I’m around you anyway so people won’t find out.”

“That doesn’t matter, when I make my first million that is literally the first thing I’m buying. My wife deserves the world and I’m going to give it to her no matter how long it takes me.”

“I swear you’re too good to me.” You quietly said before turning to him and smiling.

“I meant it when I said that I would always take care of you. That’s something that is never going to change.”

[goofs-and-readers]

Toiletnator x Reader (Headcannons)

(Gif made by me!)

AN: My very first Headcanon post! Everything is pretty bare-bones right as of now, but I'm hoping to spruce things up over time. Anyways, take some basic Toiletnator headcanons!

Tags: Toiletnator, Romantic, GN reader.

An ABSOLUTE wife/husband/spouse guy, even if you’re only dating. 

Big on PDA - physical affection is how he shows his love for you the most. He’d always be hovering around you, holding your hand or locking arms with you. 

He gets a bit shyer when it comes to kissing, though - he gets so excited about it each time that he winds up not knowing what to do, making him feel a bit embarrassed. It’s pretty cute how he goes stock-still and beet red, though.

If you’re not as into/uncomfortable with physical affection, then he understands! It might be a bit tricky for him sometimes, though. He’d definitely smack his own hand whenever he notices himself reaching towards you.

He says “I love you” pretty much constantly, too - especially as a greeting or a goodbye.

If you’re a villain too, then that’s even better! Considering how dedicated he is to his job, it would be like two of his three biggest passions in life came along and mixed together.

He’d always offer to help you out on your plans, but he’d actually be pretty hesitant to accept help on his. He’s a bit paradoxical in his thought process - he thinks that he needs to deal with the Kids Next Door by himself to prove his worth, but he never applies that logic to you.

If you’re good enough at villainy to be regularly invited to events, then all of the other villains could kiss their chances of sending Lou away goodbye. Whenever they try to send him a fake invite, you always butt in and tell him the real location. You two are a package deal. 

You also get perfect plumbing whenever he visits. Nice perk.