#Slink Physique

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[babsdraconia]

Stella

Hello beauties!To end the week, I bring you something that I wanted to do for a long time. I love evening dresses, and I am especially proud of this one. Estela is a dress with pearl appliqués on the top and the bottom of the skirt. With subtle iridescent stars shine. As always, available in store and marketplace. Love, Babs.

[chuuyascumsock]

Where Gay Goes to Die || Minors DNI

Summary: I have no words, and no apology because this actually slapped so hard. Let’s go lesbians lmao. Happy pride month.

Tags: Female! Chuuya Nakahara/Reader/Fem! Osamu Dazai, Afab reader, Threesome, Brief Voyeurism, Pet Names (Baby, Doll, Belladonna, Love, Pretty Girl, etc.), Classic Dazai-Chuuya Bickering, Fingering, Nipple Play, Hair Pulling, Face Sitting, Squirting, Strap-on Use, Slight Bit of Aftercare, Hints of a Poly At The End, Idk Maybe I’ll Make a Part Two, Haven't Decided, Honestly Downright Filthy Smut, Literally Wanna Be Stuffed Between Them Like a Sub Sandwich.

How you ended up in bed between your co-worker and her ex-partner from the mafia was a mystery to you. 

One minute you were having drinks with the ADA earlier that night before slinking off to grab another drink from the bar. And the next you were being complimented by one of the five mafia executives herself who was sitting nearby, Nakahara Chuuya. You’ve never had anyone so boldly eye fuck you while smoothly commenting on the way you fought during one of your missions— and against their organization no less. Chuuya was ethereally beautiful, her russet tresses fell over her freckled shoulders, sleek dress hugging her physique tightly to reveal her curves. The most captivating characteristic of hers had to be her heterochromatic eyes, soft blue and brown that sealed your fate as she dragged you away from the bar shortly after your interaction.

Dazai had only noticed your disappearance after she was finished with her Sake. Whining and complaining to Kunikida about how much she missed you, Kunikida scoffed and fixed her glasses. “The last I saw her was talking to the bartender.”

Dazai was quick to jump to her feet and trail off to the bar, only to find no one but the bartender there. When asked, the bartender nodded his head off to the back door that led to an alleyway with a small warning that you had left with a woman described way too familiar with Dazai. Not only was it Dazai’s ex-partner back in the mafia, but you had fought against her just the other day. Dazai felt off when approaching the door, weary of what to expect.

Entering the alleyway, Dazai hadn’t been expecting to see Chuuya feeling your soft body up with her gloved hands while shoving her tongue down your throat and vice versa. 

It took minutes for either of you to notice Dazai’s presence, too caught up in one another to see her staring you down as Chuuya had her way with you. The woman had tugged at the neckline of your tight dress, freeing your breasts to the cold air for the brunette to see before cupping and squeezing them. Your soft and cute mewls had both women wanting more as Chuuya’s lips captured yours again in a sloppy kiss.

Something in Dazai snapped and she knew that there was no more hiding her want for you behind sweet, charismatic smiles and adoring looks from across the office. She cleared her throat, a small gasp of surprise leaving you and not much of a reaction from Chuuya. 

“The hell do you want, shitty Dazai?” Chuuya nearly rolled her eyes as she kept your plush tits groped and spilling between her gloved hands. 

“What are you doing here?” You timidly ask, embarrassed for getting caught, especially with someone who was supposed to be the agency’s enemy.

Dazai kept her composure. “You were gone for too long so I came looking for you— but I see that you’re busy.” She completely ignores Chuuya for the time being.

“Sorry…” You whisper bashfully, head tilting down in shame.

“Well she’s perfectly fine, so you can leave now,” Chuuya grumbles, leaning forward to litter your throat with more hickies.

“I don’t think so— it’d be a shame for the president and Mori to find out what’s happening right now. Why don’t we talk about this at your place, hm, Chibi?” Dazai was clearly planning something.

And that something ended up with you sandwiched between both women in Chuuya’s king sized bed— Dazai’s long, manicured fingers stuffed in your cunt to the knuckles while Chuuya’s tongue entangled with yours, her calloused hand pinching one of your nipples between her fingers.

The loud squelching of your pussy around Dazai’s fingers makes your ears burn as you moan into Chuuya’s mouth, kisses growing messy and mostly tongue filled. Dazai grins in satisfaction as she presses a thumb to rub at your throbbing clit, enjoying every second of your soft walls clenching around her fingers. “Look at how cute her pussy is, Chuuya. Such a needy little slut— wanting both of us at once.”

Chuuya’s lips disconnect from yours, leaving a small string of saliva to break apart from your panting mouths. “Can’t you keep your big mouth shut for three seconds? You’re ruining the mood with your annoying voice,” She mutters in irritation at Dazai’s voice while looking anyway, her gaze glued to your slick pussy as Dazai’s fingers thrust back inside. Chuuya bites into her bottom lip at the scene momentarily before moving back to marking your neck up with love bites.

Dazai blissfully ignores Chuuya’s snippy comment, curling her long fingers to rub into a certain spot that makes your thighs quiver. “She’s so soft, I bet she tastes good too.” The brunette hums thoughtfully, her eyes trailing from your soaked pussy up to your eyes. “Do you?” She smiles mockingly, watching you stumble incoherently over your words into a muddle of whimpers. Her bottom lip juts out into a small pout as she continues to taunt you. “Oh, poor baby… can’t even talk— do my fingers feel that good?”

There’s a small wince as you feel Chuuya sink her teeth into your shoulder just slightly harder than the other bites when Dazai talks, most likely annoyed by how much more she was doing. Wanting more attention, Chuuya growls out, “Oh please, she’ll be crying over my strap compared to your lousy fingers.” 

“Toys? A bit of a cheater, aren’t you, Chuuya? Can’t satisfy her on your own?” Dazai finally responds, mockery evident in her tone.

“Keep talking and I’ll throw your ass out to walk home in the cold.” Chuuya glares at Dazai before she moves away from you momentarily to crawl over to her nightstand to grab out a bottle of lube, harness, and a relatively long dildo. 

Your face must’ve shown just how intimidating the size of the toy was as Dazai gives a light laugh. “Too big for you, darling? Bet you wanna keep my fingers,” She says in a sing-song voice, curling her digits once more. It’s enough to distract you momentarily from their bickering as you feel a familiar feeling building in your lower tummy.

“Relax, doll. It’s only eight inches,” Chuuya sighs nonchalantly, already strapping the harness around her hips and prepping the silicon toy with a thick glob of lube. The sight of Chuuya slicking the toy up with her hand only makes you clench tighter around Dazai’s digits.

“Well some of us aren’t as loose as you are, Chuuya-dear.” Dazai gives a faux innocent smile, malice clear in her eyes and tone. Her fingers falter a bit at Chuuya’s next words.

“You’ve got to be out of your damn mind to talk— you should be considered a fucking graveyard at this point with how many bones you’ve had in you.” Chuuya scoffs, slapping Dazai’s hand away from you as she grabs one of your ankles with her other hand to drag you to her.

You give a small whine, eyes hazy as your orgasm was ripped away from you. 

Chuuya’s gaze falls back to a softer expression as she looks down at you, “I got you, doll.” Her hands move over to grab your hips and lift them until your lower back and ass are resting on the tops of her thighs, bright purple dildo resting between your ass cheeks.

“Well now you’re just being unfair,” Dazai complains, voice pitchy as she gives Chuuya a nasty look.

Before Chuuya could make a snippy remark about her leaving, you reach to lightly tap the brunette’s knee, signaling her to straddle your head. “Just so no one is left out…” You murmur, flustered.

“Well aren’t you just a sweetheart?” Dazai’s mopey expression washes away quickly as she shifts to make her way across the bed to straddle her knees on either side of your head. Her head tilts down to look at you, lips pulled back into a grin and lithe fingers threading into your hair. “You look cute between my legs, ‘donna…” 

Your eyes lull as your gaze drops from her face to her  cleanly shaven pussy, folds practically drooling with arousal which makes your mouth water. You nearly forget about the strap-on nudging against your entrance until it’s pushing in with no warning, the bulbous tip stretching you back open, though not as much as Dazai’s fingers had been. As your lips part to gasp at the sensation, Dazai is lowering herself down until your mouth is enveloping her, your tongue pushing through her folds and labia to lap along her tight hole.

You think you could drown in these women and let them fuck you until you’re nothing but a mindless, pussy-drunk slut for them, your hands coming up to grip into Dazai’s bandaged thighs and your hips jerking to take Chuuya’s strap deeper. And they don’t even keep it from you, letting you have your way as Dazai settles her weight fully onto you and Chuuya shifts to slip deeper into your aching core, walls greedily clutching around the dildo. Your moans are muffled by Dazai, your tongue laving through her succulent pink cunt, clit throbbing wildly against your muscle. She isn’t sweet like how it’s always described, a musky arousal evading your senses— but it isn’t unpleasant and it has you slurping noisily at her sloppy pussy loudly, making her moan and buck gently against your mouth.

It’s overwhelming how they both selfishly take as much as they give, Dazai’s free hand reaching behind her to rub your clit as she rides your face and Chuuya is sinking into you to the hilt and pulling away to create a tortuous pace, her hands gripping into the flesh of your hips. Your ears are muffled and you can’t tell if it’s from the pleasure or Dazai’s thighs pressing to your ears, hips rolling down to hump against your wriggling tongue.

“O-Oh, fuck, look at you… made for eating this pussy, huh, ‘donna?” Dazai groans, her fingers tightening in your hair painfully which causes you to gently scrape your teeth along her clit. She gasps and releases your hair slightly, fixing it almost apologetically and pets it down, her other hand now resting to cup your mound, middle and ring fingers gently rubbing circles into your clit.

You don’t let the stinging sensation in your scalp bother you when Chuuya’s pace picks up and her hips are slapping against yours, thighs jiggling each time she fucks the dildo deeper into your sopping pussy. That and Dazai’s insistent rubbing against your clit has that coil tightening in your lower abdomen once more. You wish you could see the way Chuuya thrusts into your eager pussy, the loud squelching of the dlido fucking into you being all you had to know how good she was treating it. 

“Shit… look at you taking it all, dollface— your pretty pussy is sucking me in so. damn. tight,” Chuuya growls, hips slapping harsher with punctuated words, your body jolting with choked breaths. 

“Don’t be so rough with her,” Dazai chides, not really caring about her being rough, but wanting to piss Chuuya off.

It works as Chuuya glares at Dazai and only picks up the pace, thighs stinging with each thrust as you feel her skin slap against yours and her grip grow tighter on your hips. “Don’t tell me how to fuck my girl, shitty Dazai.”

“Your girl?” Dazai humorlessly laughs out before letting out a small moan from your mouth sucking at her clit again. “Please— after this, she’s with me. I’m just nice enough to share this once.”

“Like hell, I made a move first, go find someone else to whore around with,” A huff leaves Chuuya, but her pace doesn’t change and neither does Dazai’s fingers against your clit. It has your mind reeling and body twitching, nearly teetering the edge of a climax— not that either woman noticed as they continued to bicker. 

“Well I SAW her first, I called dibs. Besides, she works at the agency with me so that means that she’ll be coming back with me anyways. You lose, face it, Chibi.”

“Doesn’t matter if you saw her first, you’re just mad that I acted before you did. You’re such a petulant child, can’t even handle losing to me for once.”

“That’s because I didn’t lose, she’s mine.”

“Oh, you fuckin’ bitch—“

Their arguing is cut off by a loud muffled whine from you and an orgasm that has your body shuddering deeply, your pussy creaming all over the purple dildo. A small, frothy ring of your cum forms around the base with each thrust, leaving the two women to finally quiet down as they watch, movements faltering to a slow pace momentarily.

“Fuck… I wanna make her squirt now,” Chuuya exhales quietly.

Dazai nods slowly before murmuring, “Finally, something we can agree on.”

You pick up on their muttering and let out a muffled groan into Dazai’s pussy in attempts to disagree, not sure if you were able to take another orgasm, but it falls upon deaf ears and their movements pick back up to a frenzied mess now.

You squirm beneath them, eyes squeezing shut and limbs spasming as they overstimulate your flushed pussy, folds puffy and clit thrumming as Dazai adds even more pressure to your sensitive nub. You try so hard to focus on Dazai’s rutting against your mouth, but it’s difficult when they’re double teaming you like this and Dazai takes over, allowing her hips to grind down on your face. Her clit bumps against your nose and your tongue occasionally slips into her clenching hole, serving her just enough as she tries to desperately reach her own climax.

“C’mon, hun, let go for us, yeah? We know you can come again— wanna see you squirt, baby,” Dazai pants out, her bangs sticking to her forehead from the sheen of sweat she was working up. You can’t see Chuuya, but you know she must look similar to Dazai’s state.

Your head feels like it’s underwater and you can’t help but give into what the two women want, thighs clamping around Chuuya’s waist as your eyes flutter closed and your second orgasm crashes over you more intensely to the point your ears start to ring. A stream of arousal squirts out, splashing against Dazai’s fingers and Chuuya’s lower abdomen. A soft gasp slips from their lips and Dazai can’t help but come at the sight, her viscous cum coating your tongue and slipping down your throat like honey. It’s a pleasant feeling and tastes almost like nothing with a hint of her scent, making you moan weakly against her as her hips falter to slow down but refuse to let up from your mouth, insides pulsing against your tired tongue.

It’s a couple minutes until you gather your bearings and Dazai finally lifts her hips, breath hitching at the string of your saliva and her cum connecting your mouth to her pussy that breaks when she pulls away. It nearly gets her worked up enough for another round, but she presses the feeling down and moves to lay beside you, clinging to your side and burying her face into your neck. 

Chuuya pulls out of you shortly after, slipping the harness off her hips and begins to clean up. She disappears off into the bathroom momentarily and returns with a small rag to clean your face off first of Dazai’s cum and then between your legs. The mafioso pecks your lips gently in comparison to her rough treatment earlier and glances at Dazai, throwing the rag at her lazily without a care. “Clean yourself up, would you?”

“What?” Dazai whines out, “How come she gets the princess treatment and I’m treated like a peasant?”

“Because you are one, you’re lucky I haven’t kicked you out at this point,” Chuuya clicks her tongue and turns her attention back to you and scoops you up into her arms. “I’m starting a bath, I don’t give a damn if you join or not,” She says to Dazai over her shoulder, leaving the brunette to complain about the unfair treatment she’s getting as she stumbles up to follow after the both of you. 

With your arms looping around Chuuya’s neck lazily, a small smile curls in your lips, knowing that this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

[dreddedwheat]

Spiderverse Spoilers: My thoughts on The Spot

Okay so, Across the Spiderverse had fucking great characters - Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk), Miguel O'hara (Spider-Man 2099) and of course, Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Man India). All are absolute stand-outs, they're all fucking sick, there's no other way of putting it.

This film is an easy 10/10. But I was really impressed with what they did with The Spot.

I'm a big critic of 'silly' villains from comic-books being reduced to one note comedy characters in favour of edgier but much blander villains.

The Spot is a perfect example of how you can have a villain be silly, and remain that way, and still have him be intimidating as all hell.

Spoilers below, reader beware

So first of all, The Spot doesn't actually change that much as a character throughout the film. True we don't see much of him aside from the first fight with Miles and his appearance in Mumbattan, but every time we do he's pretty much the same...in terms of personality.

He's a great subversion of expectations, and I really didn't expect him to be THE villain of the whole film (aside from Miguel ofc). He gets much stronger naturally, and yet he remains this rather relaxed, awkward and aloof person.

He seems completely detached and obsessed with Spider-Man. Not in a teeth-gnashing, Green Goblin-like manner though. He holds a grudge, and wants to see it through to the point he doesn't even flinch at the idea of destroying the universe to do so.

And I love how they use his body-language to convey this. At first he's hunched and awkward, with a paunch and generally pathetic in motion. But the more powerful becomes, the more relaxed he is, slinking about and being almost graceful but with the exact same physique.

He doesn't get more confident, he always was, because he's self-centred (literally if you remember that one scene). I mean he fucking robs a guy, and spends the whole time basically complaining and whining that this is a 'bad experience' for him because someone's standing up to him.

For The Spot, he simply is Spider-Man's nemesis and that means he's totally justified in doing whatever it takes to destroy his life. It's the "Welp, guess I'm evil" approach but done much better.

It takes a character so easily dismissed and makes him a much more grounded and effective villain in every conceivable way.

I'm sure we'll get more insight into his backstory, and probably have more serious grounding with his motivation. But for now the utterly casual nature of him is what makes him so much fun to watch, and almost scary in a way.

[lonelycowgirls]

Tongue-Tied

I'm ovulating and I'll give no other explanation.

Thank you for your time.

Warnings: smut | harry in barcelona Word Count: 1.9k

Angel: You better get your man, Stell

Angel: Sent 1 image

Looking to the side at her phone as she washed the dishes and cooking utensils she’d used to make up her breakfast, Stella’s brow furrowed, her belly flipping wondering what he’d done now. He was three shows off completing Love on Tour and the gravity of tour being over was starting to hit home for both of them, especially Harry. The result; him growing more and more uninhibited on stage.

She swatted gently at Delilah who was perched on the only clean tea towel in the house - she really needed to catch up on some laundry - and dried her hands on it once the cat had slinked off, heading for the cat flap at the back door. She unlocked her phone and leaned back against the sink to open the text thread she shared with her work friend.

The image wasn’t actually an image, but a GIF. A moving image of her partner playing guitar, her eyes widening as she watched him lean down to enact the motion of playing the strings with his tongue. She watched it repeat on a loop a few times and chuckled dryly to herself. This man was becoming unhinged.

Stella: Now where have I seen that action before…?🤔 Angel: Oooooh get it girl!!!👏🏾👏🏾

Stella laughed to herself again and opened up her TikTok. Her For You page often had a lot of Harry on it, because that was the content she found herself liking and sharing. Whether it be a sweet fan interaction she would share with Anne or a video of Harry tripping or stumbling she would have a giggle over with Gemma and Dolly.

As she scrolled, her feed was jam-packed with content surrounding Harry at his Barcelona date. This wasn’t uncommon, as it was obviously the most recent concert. But the focus was a little abnormal. Emphasis on the ab... People were going feral over Harry’s body and she couldn’t help but smirk to herself. He did look damn good. She often complimented him on his newly buffed-up physique, but she didn’t want to stroke his ego too much. That got enough stroking every time he galloped on stage.

This was maybe a little different though. She thought to herself - she’d probably not seen him look or act this sexy since the first One Direction stadium tour. Back when Harry’s hair was the longest it ever got to and he made it everyone’s problem.

She tapped on the Clock app on her phone to check the World Clock for the time in Barcelona. It was just gone 9am in London, making it around 10am where he was. She wasn’t sure if he’d still be sleeping or training or out sightseeing, but she tapped on the FaceTime icon anyway.

Walking through to the living room as her phone dialled his, she glanced out of the window and rolled her eyes at the rain pelting the glass. It was so unfair how he got to be in the sunshine while she was practically engulfed in a typhoon. Bloody England. She glanced down at her phone again when the little chime alerted her that he had answered and connected.

His face filled the screen, a glowing orb of yellow sunlight behind him surrounded by blue sky. His bare shoulders and the trim of a parasol peaking into the frame indicated that he was by the pool or on the beach. Bastard.

“Oh my God, look at that weather.” Stella groaned, collapsing back on the sofa with a flop. He chuckled and moved his sunglasses to sit on top of his head.

“Good morning to you too.” He replied, resting back against the sun lounger and squinting at the screen. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face so early?”

“Oh, nothing much, just getting digitally assaulted with pictures and videos of you whoring yourself out for thousands of people. The usual.” Harry laughed as she rolled her eyes at him.

“What do you mean?” He questioned loudly around a smirk.

“You know, I haven’t seen that tongue move like that in a while.” She mumbled, now displaying her own smirk.

“Oh,” Harry chuckled, this time running a hand down his face as he remembered his actions and finally registered what she was talking about. “God, I dunno what comes over me.” He said smiling, dimples on full display and cheeks slightly tinted in a blush.

“Well, I hope it comes over you again when we go to Italy next week…” She said softly, almost certain he wasn’t alone - he never was. He smirked and lifted an arm to rest over his head on the lounger. She could see the muscle in his biceps move under his skin with the motion, the tattoos rippling and causing her to drop her head back against the sofa. She really wished he was there, now.

“Yeah? Would you like that, Stell?” She nodded and he sighed, folding his lips into his mouth and furrowing his brow. He eyed her neck as her head leaned back against the back of the sofa and watched her long lashes blink over her hooded eyes. He couldn’t wait to have her in his favourite place, her tanned skin smooth under his palms, couldn’t wait to feel her pulse under his fingers as he wrapped them around her throat. “Want me to do the same on your little clit?”

Her lids closed as she inhaled and smiled with a nod, teeth digging into her bottom lip. Suddenly, her expression changed to one of pain as she raised from her position on the sofa. “Shit, H I need to go get ready.”

“For what?”

“I’m meeting your sister for yoga in like half an hour.”

“Ah great, I needed someone to say something to help me get rid of this tent in my trunks. Mentioning my sister always does the trick.” He said sarcastically with a thumbs up to the camera.

“Aw, you got a stiffy for me? Let’s see.” Harry rolled his eyes and brought the camera down to his shorts. Barely there but noticeable if pointed out, a slight bump was peaking up from his black Nike swimming trunks. He swiftly brought the camera back up to his face, Stella beamed at him on the other side. “I’ve still got it.” She said with a wink.

“Always have, always will.” He said sincerely and she bristled, feeling a warmth spread through her at the look in his kind eyes. “Come on Stell, let me help you before you go.”

“Help me what?” She said, a brow arched knowingly, she knew what he was up to.

“You know what. Let me give you a good one, so I know you’re thinking of me when you’re in your downward dog.” She snorted, looking away and then looking back at him.

“Alright fine, but you need to put your AirPods on or something.” She conditioned, not wanting Brad or Mitch or anyone who may be around him to hear her through the phone.

“Don’t worry, I’m on a patch of free beds, behind some palm trees. There’s hardly anyone here and Brad’s in the pool.” She nodded and waited for his instructions. “Take your bottoms off, baby.”

She dutifully did as he said, sliding her pyjama shorts off so that she was bare, perching a leg up on the coffee table so that she was open to herself.

“Give your fingers a lick, three of them.” She bit her lip and nodded again, making sure to angle her phone at her face as she sunk further into the cushions of the sofa. She brought her fingers up to lick a long stripe up the surface of them, not waiting for him to tell her what to do next and bringing them to start rubbing circles into her clit. She sighed at the feeling of her fingers getting wetter and wetter with the way she was already so turned on.

“Eager aren’t we?” Harry smirked, wanting to rut his hips into the air but restraining himself. “A girl who always knows what she wants.” Stella’s brows knitted in the middle as a ripple of pleasure coursed through her. “Keep rubbing that pretty clit, baby, that’s it. Is it all swollen?” She nodded, an audible moan quietly escaping her. “For me?”

“Yes, Harry. Watching you lick that guitar… fuckin’ hell.” She sighed, shaking her head, almost in disbelief.

“Yeah? Did that do it for you, baby?” She nodded and moaned as her lips folded into her mouth. Picking up the pace of the circular motions on her clit. “Want my tongue working on you like that?” She nodded, swearing and looking down at where her hips had begun to swirl along with her fingers, complimenting her wrist's motions. Harry had to see. “Show me, Stell.” He said, low and gruff.

She brought the camera down, angling it so her full body was in view, her vest ridden up to just below her boobs, her naked bottom half bucking and twisting in the air. Harry nearly doubled over.

“Fuck me. You’re everything.” He groaned, bringing a hand to his forehead and closing his eyes tight. Trying to control his hips and body’s reaction to her stunning image. “Keep going, baby, good girl. Can’t wait to have you in my bed again. Gonna lock us in our villa and make you scream.”

Stella’s moans became louder and louder as she chased her high. “Yeah, that’s it, get yourself there, Stell, come on.” She panted and groaned as she brought the three fingers he’d suggested into her slick hole, pumping just right, getting closer and closer. “You’re fucking beautiful, my God, wish I was fucking there.” Arching up, Harry’s view was almost non-existent as she writhed, the phone in her hand no longer her priority. “I’ll be on my knees for you, soon as I walk through the door.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” She gasped, her fingers now rubbing ruthlessly across her clit, toes curling and stretching.

“Give it up, Stell.” With that, the phone was dropped. Stella’s fingers dug into the softness of the sofa as she squealed and panted, writhing, her other hand not relenting on her pussy. Harry waited patiently, still giving her appreciative comments of how good she was, how gorgeous she was, how he loved her so much. Her hips finally found their place again on the edge of the sofa as she collapsed back down to Earth. Catching her breath, she picked up her phone again to see him smiling softly at her, only before laughing at her red cheeks and messed up hair. “Enjoy that, babe?”

She giggled back, blowing at a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. The familiar feeling of a post-orgasm making her glow from within. “Mhm, feeling good, baby.” She breathed, completely blissed out. She wanted to kiss him so bad, almost ready to climb through the phone to get to him. “Oh, shit.” Stella laughed slightly, Harry’s brow furrowed at the change of pace. “Gem’s just text me. She’s just left. I’ve gotta go, Gorgeous. Love you.”

“Alright, Stell,” Harry said, sitting up in his lounger, placing a foot on either side of the bed in a straddle. His full chest and upper body now visible, making her belly flip once more. “Good job I came in my shorts, knew you wouldn’t wanna return the favour.” He shook his head, playfully tutting in disappointment.

“Aw, you poor thing.” Stella pouted, before giggling and raising from the sofa, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it. “Have a good time cleaning up!” She joked, before hanging up and trotting up the stairs. Her phone pinged almost instantaneously.

Harry: Glad I could be of service 🫡

Stella: Don’t worry, I’ll show you my downward dog later 😉

~~~

That was fun.

Nel xo

P.s. you can read the rest of the pieces from this universe here.

[jjungkookislife]

Call Out My Name

pairing: hero!joon x villain!reader

genre: angst, hero au, 18+

summary: Local hero, RM, calls out your name, not your alias.

wc: 1k

warnings: crimes (mostly theft), fighting, violence, reader has fireballs that shoot from her hands, mention of death

date: September 12, 2024

Three years you’d been fighting the irksome RM, in his black hero costume that showed off his amazing pecs.

Three long years of fighting over your crimes, your desire for more, your desire to win.

Time after time RM had come to stop you. It seemed he’d find you at the drop of a dime, always there even before the cops were called or the alarms blared in annoyance to ruin your scheme.

You paid it no mind. Your eyes were set on sparkling jewels, loaded bank vaults, and the jets of the rich and famous. Stacks and stacks of cash fill one of your homes by the sea, a secret destination only you knew about. 

RM arrives at the rooftop as the blades from your acquired helicopter make it hard to hear anything except the blaring of the alarms from the bank store ten floors below. You’re so close to your escape, your sidekick sitting in the helicopter waiting for you before he takes off. Time is ticking, he won’t wait forever.

You toss the money bags toward him, ignoring RM’s shouts for you to cease. 

“That doesn’t belong to you!” He shouts and you barely make out the words over the helicopter blades. 

“Everything can belong to me if I take it, sweetheart,” you grin as you prepare to step into the helicopter to your escape.

RM throws his rope with the grappling hook at the end and catches your villain suit, tugging you toward him. 

What a fool.

You knew better than to turn your back on an enemy.

What a rookie mistake.

Your body soars through the air but you spin and catch yourself on your fingertips, much like a cat landing on its feet. You’re agile, able to slink unnoticed most of the time but RM is always at the right place at the wrong time. 

Something about him has always struck a chord inside you. That’s possibly why you did your best not to harm him too roughly. He had a strong physique but his heart seemed tender, especially when it came to you. He always softened his punches when it came to a fistfight. 

“You always have to ruin my plans, RM! This is the last time you do,” you announce as you rip the hook and toss it over the edge of the building. Your heels click as they cross the distance between you, your eyes locked on his. 

RM huffs, his arm blocking the punch you try to land. You curse, immediately going for another punch before the two of you fight and land blows against his concrete chest. 

“Is that the best you’ve got?” RM goads as he dodges a punch and then a kick to the shin. You growl, ducking and diving to avoid his hits. 

You flip back twice and then forward once. You need to distract him long enough to get into the air. 

RM approached you but you flipped forward as he took steps backward to avoid your kicks and the fireballs aimed at him. 

He teeters on the edge of the building, losing his balance and falling off the roof. 

You watch in horror, frozen in your spot. You never meant to kill him. 

Your name fills the air in a terrified shout. Not your villain alias, your real name. Your heart thunders in your ears as your name is called out once more. 

You approach the edge of the building. RM grips the edge, his body dangling as he looks up at you with a pleading look. His grip loosens, he looks down, his fingers slipping off the edge as he meets your gaze one last time. 

His hand lets go.

You catch him by the hand before he can plummet.

“You know my name,” You state as you pull him over the edge and onto the roof. The helicopter blades grow louder as your sidekick takes off leaving you behind, but you don’t give a damn as you stare at those deep brown eyes that make your heart flip.

“I’ve always known your name,” Namjoon responds as he removes his mask. “How could I not?”

Your childhood friend stands before you, his dark hair falling over his eyes. Those familiar dragon eyes that make your heart skip a beat.

“You knew,” you whisper as you fall to your knees. Your hands tremble as you place them on your lap. Your crimes had almost led to your best friend's death. 

Namjoon watches you intently, approaching you. He throws his mask as far away as possible. You can’t face him. You won’t.

You rise to your feet, running away from him.

Namjoon calls out your name, but you don’t stop running. You jump from one building to the next with him hot on your tail.

“Please,” he grips your arms when he finally catches you. “Don’t run from me.”

“You could have died!” you screech, tears rolling down your cheeks. “You almost died! I almost lost you, Joon!”

“But you didn’t! Okay?! You didn’t. I’m right here,” Namjoon holds you tighter, pulling you into his broad chest as you sob. Your arms wrap around him as he rubs your back. “I’m right here.”

“I’m sorry,” you cry. “I’m so, sorry.”

“Shh,” Namjoon hushes you as he holds you. 

“How long did you know?” you ask in between hiccups as you wipe your eyes.

“Since you first ran out of the house with your mask in your hand. You stole that black diamond from the museum downtown.” Namjoon shakes his head.

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Because I love you,” Namjoon answers honestly. “I’ve always loved you.”

You’re left speechless.

Namjoon doesn’t expect an answer from you as he takes a step back. 

“You can’t have your life of crime and me. It’s one or the other,” Namjoon states firmly as he heads to the edge of the building.

“Namjoon!” you shout, chasing after him.

Namjoon smiles, “Just call out my name when you’ve decided.”

“Don’t go!” You yell, new tears pooling in your eyes.

He doesn’t stop, instead he throws himself over the building. You scream his name as you race to the edge, your heart dropping to your feet before you see Namjoon land on his feet and take off down the road.

“Namjoon,” you whisper. “I choose you. I’ll always choose you.”

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Pairing: mommy!hwa x maid!reader x sub!yeosang

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 5.7k

Summary: You are a maid to Seonghwa and his boyfriend Yeosang. You’re offered something that you cannot decline, giving you an opportunity to explore your crush further

Warnings: MDNI, mommy kink, switch reader, voyeurism, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (f/m receiving), fingering, squirting, riding, nipple sucking, hickeys, some hip slaps, masturbation

A/n: sooo thank you to that anon who requested this. I hope that this did justice to your thoughts and I enjoyed writing it a lot a lot. I really hope you enjoy the writing, please like, comment and reblog!! ily - J

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Being the maid of Park Seonghwa was quite the interesting experience. He differed from the other wealthy people you’ve come across at his giant mansion parties.

Unlike those snobby, high and mighty individuals, Seonghwa is a very considerate man. He loves to take care of everyone living in his household. From the maids, the cooks, to the gardeners, and of course, his boyfriend Yeosang.

The contrast betweeen Seonghwa and Yeosang is very prominent. Seonghwa has a dark and feminine aura, whereas Yeosang is so pure and bright but they somehow complete each other very well.

Seonghwa takes on an almost nurturing role in the relationship. Yeosang works out every day and has a strong physique, but that does nothing to conceal his innocence and needing help from Seonghwa.

You are exposed to them almost constantly due to always having to clean the place. Your heart constricts whenever you see their intimate moments. You long for what they have together, secretly sporting a crush on the beautiful Seonghwa.

Whenever you stumble across the couple, you do your best to avert your gaze just to give them privacy. You freeze for a few seconds and then quietly slink away in the opposite direction.

You convince yourself that you do really well with hiding your feelings for Seonghwa. You make sure to take deep breaths before speaking, not making the eye contact too long or too short, and never letting your true thoughts come to the surface ever.

Seonghwa, however, is much more observant than what you give him credit for. He notices your stolen glances when you think he’s not looking. He sees your eyes widen when his lips meet with Yeosang’s. He sees you swallow nervously when he’s standing just a bit too close to you.

He notices all of this, hence the reason why he’s made it his mission to fluster you as much as possible. He calls you into his room for assistance quite often, under the guise of needing food or new towels. His newest idea was making him quiver with excitement.

“Y/n!!”

You hear his voice calling you from upstairs and you immediately go to him. You knock twice to alert him you’re there and walk in. You expect to find him at his desk or bed, but he’s at neither place.

“Sir? Are you here?” You question.

You start walking towards his closet, thinking he might be in there. It is quite a big space after all. You hear a click of a door behind you and turn around hastily. The sight stops you in your tracks.

There stands Seonghwa in all his mighty glory. His hair is wet and tousled from his shower, droplets of water sliding down his toned body. His towel is barely hanging on for dear life and it takes everything in you to only look into his eyes.

“So s-sorry Sir, I didn’t- what can I do for you?” You stutter out pathetically.

He grins triumphantly and steps closer. “I hate to ask this of you, but I’m having trouble reaching my back to put on my lotion. Do you think you could help me out?” He sends a fake pout your way and your heart stops.

“S-sure, I can do that for you Sir.” He hands you his coconut scented lotion and faces away from you. You steady your trembling hands and squeeze out a considerable amount of lotion onto him. As you begin to massage his skin, you feel faint. Not once have you dared to be this close to him, let alone touch him. His skin feels so warm to the touch, contrasting your cold, nervous hands. Your heartbeat is so loud that you fear he might be able to hear it.

As the lotion is completely absorbed, you quickly step back as if you’ve been burned by him. Perhaps you did, because your whole body feels like lava. You look down to where your hands are clasped together and breathe.

“Anything else I can do for you?” You say quietly.

“That is all. Thank you for your help Y/n, always appreciated.” He gives you a smile, a sparkle in his dark eyes.

You give him a little bow and turn to leave. As you close the door behind you, you let out a breath you were holding. Clutching your sweater, you make it down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You gulp down the water, and realize it’s not enough to calm your pounding heart. You decide to go for a quick walk around the garden.

This should not be affecting you so much. He’s your boss, you can’t be feeling like this. Most importantly, he’s taken. Never in a million years would he look upon you as anything other than someone who gets things done for him.

You pace back and forth, needing to clear your head. After a few more minutes, you head back inside, completely missing Seonghwa’s head poking out from the curtain, watching you with gleeful eyes. His eyes darken with an unquenchable desire and his mind starts plotting.

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You wake up with a panic, realizing you slept through your alarm. Reaching for your clock, you read that it’s 8:45am. Immediately, you jump out of bed and throw on whatever clothing you can find, not even paying attention. Your usual wake up time is supposed to be 7:30, in order to have enough time to prepare breakfast and Seonghwa’s schedule for the day.

You run down the stairs like someone is after you, sliding into the kitchen frantically. As you do, you see Seonghwa already occupying the space. He turns around at the noise and greets you with a warm smile.

“Good morning Y/n! I decided to take initiative on breakfast this morning for a change. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to let you sleep in, so don’t worry about the food.” You take in the apron folded at his hips, and the spatula mixing the eggs. You take a seat on one of the stools, feeling dazed.

Seonghwa has never made breakfast before. You’re curious about how it will turn out, and unable to deny how attractive he looks while cooking. You rest your face in your hands and watch Seonghwa with a fascinated look.

A rumbly voice startles you out of your daydream. Yeosang walks in, with his fluffy robe covering his body. He greets Seonghwa with an angelic smile, leaning in for a quick peck against his lips. Seonghwa mumbles a ‘hello love’ and gets back to the task at hand.

Yeosang slides into the stool next to you, waving at you shyly. You wave back awkwardly, not exactly sure how you should be acting. The dynamic feels so strange, and you feel wrong for sitting down instead of working. However, you choose to enjoy the moment while you can.

Soon, Seonghwa is finished with the whole meal. He sets up the plates, forks, and cups and denies your help when you offer. You patiently wait to start eating until they do, but they don’t seem to care.

“Alright, let’s dig in.” Seonghwa announces.

You slowly pick up your fork, still feeling hesitant. You think it might be a joke, but you start eating anyways. Surprisingly, the food tastes amazing. You’ve learned another thing about Seonghwa. He’s a pretty decent cook.

No one speaks, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Instead, you savor the silence along with the breakfast. Finishing, you stand up to gather everyone’s plates, placing them in the dishwasher.

“Thank you Sir, for the breakfast. It was very delicious.”

“My pleasure Y/n. I figured I should do something new for once, instead of letting you do all the work.” You are quick to shake your head in dismissal, signaling that you don’t mind.

Him and Yeosang stand up, stretching slightly. “Ok, I think we’re gonna get started on our days now. Have a wonderful day dear.”

You give a curt nod, fighting a blush. What is happening to you? It feels so much harder to stay nonchalant. You head back to your duties for the rest of the morning and afternoon, having the most jumbled thoughts floating in your head.

As it nears the evening, everything slows down. Both Seonghwa and Yeosang come back from work, and plop down onto the couch, letting out drawn out sighs. It seems as if they had an exhausting day. You steep some black tea, pouring it into their favorite mugs. Adding on a side of sugar, you present it to them. They accept the tea gratefully, letting the warmth heat up their tired bodies.

Once they were done with the tea, they decided to go to their room. You said goodbye, not expecting to see them for the rest of the night as it was nearing 9pm. You do some last minute chores, putting things away and cleaning up. You finally head to your room to get a good nights sleep.

As you’re walking, you realize that it’s really cold inside the house. The thermostat is all the way upstairs, and you really don’t wanna make the trip. But it’s so cold that you’re already shivering, being forced to move anyways. Trudging up the stairs, you fix the temperature, looking forward to being warm soon.

Taking a few steps forward, you stop at Seonghwa’s door. There’s muffled noises coming through, and it appears as if the door isn’t closed completely. You peek through the crack and almost moan out loud at the sight.

There, on the bed, is Seonghwa fucking Yeosang. He’s got Yeosang on his back, and him working his hips constantly. You’re not sure what you want to focus on in this moment, your brain is so overloaded and overwhelmed. First of all, you get to see Seonghwa’s bare body. It feels surreal.

Yeosang is letting out the most sinful yet angelic noises. It appears that his regular demeanor also translates into bed. He looks so pretty being destroyed by Seonghwa.

Something that surprises you is how gentle Seonghwa is being. You would think he would be an absolute beast, but he’s actually very soft. You do have to compliment him on his stamina though. He just keeps going and going.

“H-hwa, nghh I can’t-” Yeosang lightly whimpers.

At that, Seonghwa leans down until he’s face to face with Yeosang. He captures his lips and swallows all his moans. When he pulls back, he holds Yeosang’s jaw gently, so softly.

“What’s my name baby?”

“Please,” Yeosang only lets out a desperate sob.

“Answer me my love.” Seonghwa gently reminds him.

“Mommy! Mommy m-mommy please, please make me cum. I’m a good boy please.”

You let out a soft gasp without meaning to and immediately slap a hand over your mouth, hoping they didn’t notice.

Nothing goes unnoticed by Seonghwa. He smirks at you through the mirror that’s facing the door. He sees you entranced, as if you’re held down by some invisible force. He turns his attention back to Yeosang, now knowing he’s putting on a show for his beloved maid.

“You’re a good boy for Mommy, that’s right. Let Mommy take care of you, you’re alright. You’re doing so well sweetheart.” He coos lovingly at Yeosang, who has started crying softly.

Pretty tears run down his face, and Seonghwa contemplates wiping them away, but he likes knowing that he’s the reason Yeosang is crying. He reaches down to his flushed red and angry cock and starts pumping vigorously. Yeosang thrashes around, squeezing the sheets as tight as possible.

He cums with a groan, drops spurting out all over his stomach and even on Seonghwa. Seeing that took you out of your trance, realizing you need to leave right now. Seonghwa glances in the mirror and sees that you left. He wishes he knew what you were thinking.

He pulls out of Yeosang slowly, and goes to run a bath. He returns to the bed, carrying Yeosang over to the bathroom and into the soothing water. Yeosang leans his head back and lets his eyes close. Seonghwa kneels by him and brushes his soft hair away from his face. He feels sleepy himself, and fights it long enough to get Yeosang out of the bath and into his pajamas. He cuddles him close and they both drift off.

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You’re fucked. After last night you weren’t able to get a wink of sleep. You couldn’t get Seonghwa and Yeosang out of your mind, how soft yet intense they were. They have a love that people can only dream of.

What has been plaguing you the most however, is Yeosang calling Seonghwa Mommy. You’re surprised but also not. He really does give off that nurturing vibe, but it was still unexpected. Experiencing that awakened something in you.

You want to call Seonghwa mommy.

You smack your head out of frustration. How can this be happening? How are you supposed to face them this morning? You dread leaving your room. You have to leave sometime though, so you take 3 quick breaths and step out.

As you approach the kitchen you can already see them there. For some odd reason, ever since that morning when Seonghwa cooked, they’ve been hanging out in the kitchen almost every morning. Usually you wouldn’t complain, but today…you’re feeling frazzled. But you paste on your smile and trudge through anyways.

“Good morning! How are you this morning?��� Your voice sounds so unnaturally chipper to you, you almost grimace. They smile at you lazily, saying their greetings.

The breakfast consists of fluffy crepes, topped with strawberries, bananas, and whipped cream. You savor the taste, closing your eyes.

There’s silence yet again, but you make no haste to break it. You only focus on your plate and nothing else.

You hear a loud clearing throat and look up at the sound. You study both of their faces and the contrast. Seonghwa looks pleased, comfortable even. Yeosang, however, looks uneasy and embarrassed, a pink hue coating his soft cheeks. He looks absolutely adorable.

“Y/n, Yeosang has been wanting to tell you something for some time now.” Seonghwa speaks. “Go on baby, tell her.” He gives Yeosang an encouraging smile.

He fidgets with his rings and looks down. “I wanted to tell you that…I have a crush on you.” He says in the quietest voice. You think you’re dreaming so you have to pinch yourself, and you do. It is indeed real.

Seonghwa addresses Yeosang, prompting him further. “And? What else baby?”

“I want you to fuck me.” Yeosang looks as if he wants the ground to swallow him up.

You’re in shock. You’re not sure what to say. What does someone even say in this situation? What is the right thing?

Yes I will fuck you?

What?

Are you insane?

“I’m sorry, what?” That is the only sensible thing you can get out currently.

“Yeosang wants you to fuck him.” Seonghwa says matter of factly.

You can’t find the words to respond. You instead laugh. You laugh at how absurd this is. Seonghwa quirks an eyebrow while Yeosang shrinks into himself.

“Is something funny?” He asks.

“N-no I just- I was just so surprised. I’m not sure what to say.” You breathe out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Well, the offer is there. It’s up to you to decide. Only if you’re comfortable of course.” Seonghwa is so calm and collected, the complete opposite of you.

You contemplate for a few seconds. What would be the harm? You might as well take the opportunity that is presented to you on a platter.

You take a deep breath and give your answer. “I would like that.” You say in a quiet voice, afraid to cross any boundaries.

At your acceptance, Yeosang lets out a breath he was holding and Seonghwa gives you a bright, genuine smile. “Alright sweetheart, we will first discuss rules and boundaries. Just to make sure everyone is on the same page. Sound good?”

You nod your head yes, so thrilled yet terrified for the events that are to come. Seonghwa leads the two of you to the couch, and you all sit to discuss…sex.

After everyone is caught up on everything, Seonghwa stands up and motions to Yeosang. “Well Sangie, get to work.”

At his words Yeosang turns to you and captures your lips in his. He holds you so gently that it feels like you’re on a cloud. His lips are so plump and soft, you can’t help but sink your teeth into them. He lets out a grunt of approval, encouraging you to go further.

You can’t help but notice how nice he tastes. As you melt into his embrace, Seonghwa interrupts you two so you can go upstairs. As you go up you can barely keep your hands to yourself. It feels as if some kind of barrier has been broken and you feel a new you emerging.

The three of you file into the bedroom and your first task at hand is to strip Yeosang. You rip his shirt off and frantically go for his zipper. He helps you pull them down and you see his bulge poking through. He stands there as if he’s not sure what he should be doing. You take initiative and drop to your knees.

“Let me make you feel good.” You breathe out.

Before he can get a word out your mouth is on him. You swallow him whole, not giving you any room to breathe. Yeosang lets out a choked moan at the sensation of your warm mouth on him. You expertly bob your head with a fast rhythm, not giving him a break.

You hear his breathing get heavier and you look up to see his head thrown back. You keep going despite the ache in your jaw, so desperately needing to make him cum. You go even deeper now. His cock goes to your throat, making you tighten around him. He seemed to like that, letting out a loud groan of appreciation.

“God I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” Yeosang cries out. “Can I cum in your mouth?” Even through his haze he doesn’t forget his manners. You hum around him to give your permission. You go as deep as possible one last time, tears forming in your eyes from the pressure in your throat. Right after he cums with short and breathy gasps.

The warm liquid shoots into your awaiting mouth and trickles down your esophagus, blocking all form of breathing while he’s in there. There’s so much of it some dribbles out the side of your mouth, running down your chin. Yeosang takes a finger and smears it all over, making you look like a cock hungry whore. And you absolutely are.

As he pulls out you gasp for air, coughing a couple times. Your throat feels destroyed but you feel better than ever. Yeosang is about to ask if you’re ok when you jump up to your feet and kiss him once more. He can taste himself in your mouth and lets out a pleased hum. Hearing a throat clear behind you, you pull apart and turn around.

You completely forgot that Seonghwa was even in the room, being so occupied with Yeosang’s delicious cock in your mouth. Seonghwa is sitting there in the loveseat looking like a complete goddess. His see through shirt is halfway unbuttoned and showing off his beautiful chest. You just want to run a hand across his smooth skin, feeling goosebumps rise. He has his pants off just enough to have his leaking member out. He’s stroking himself very slowly, so slowly you would think he wasn’t turned on in the slightest.

Seonghwa, however, has mastered the art of patience. His heart is beating unbelievably fast, but he won’t let himself lose self control. He’s very content watching you and Yeosang.

For now.

“Keep going, don’t worry about me. Y/n you have free rein over what you decide to do with Yeosang.”

You give a nod of affirmation and turn around. You push Yeosang on the bed and straddle him. The look on his face is one you wish you could take a picture of and frame in your room. His eyes are so wide, glimmering at you in submission. You let out a quiet chuckle and give in to your hungry desires.

You lean down to lick a stripe up his neck. He tilts his head to the side, giving you more access. You add in little nibbles, and finally find his sweet spot. As you bite a little harder his hips buck up from pleasure. Displeased at his action, you put a hand around his neck, squeezing lightly.

“Do not move,” you hiss out. He closes his eyes in acceptance.

Continuing your attack on his neck, you leave deep, dark bruises with a desperate need to mark him as yours. You run your hands up and down his chest, seeing how he’s heaving up and down with heavy breaths. He lets out a small unintelligible noise.

“What was that, pretty?”

He opens his teary eyes and pouts at you. “Please, I want to be inside you.”

You grant him his wish, since he’s been such a good boy for you. You line yourself up with him and slowly sink down. His girth stretches you out immensely with a pleasurable pain. He lets out quiet whimpers as you slide down. Once you’re all the way fitted you stay still for a few moments, letting the both of you adjust to the new sensation. When he lets out a long sigh is when you start moving.

You bounce up and down, feeling every vein slide along your walls. His tip bumps against your cervix, shooting a tingle down your spine. The look of utter pleasure on his face makes you so happy, as if everything is right in the world.

Seonghwa, on the other hand, is having a hard time containing himself. He has to keep reminding himself that today is just for you and Yeosang. He’ll have you to himself some other time. He busies himself by watching your ass collide with Yeosang’s skin, making it ripple. He can’t wait to be buried in your warm cunt eventually.

Your thighs are burning from the effort, but you keep pushing through. Yeosang thrusts up weakly, eyes rolling back into his head. He grabs your hips tightly, digging his fingers in. You can tell he’s about to cum with the way he’s clenching his teeth as if he’s in pain.

He finally releases into you, and your climax also hits you hard. You fall forward onto his chest, feeling completely wiped out. You give him soft kisses along his chest, whispering praises to him as he comes down from his high.

Seonghwa gets up then, wiping away any evidence of his pleasure and grabs towels for the two beautiful humans in his bed. He gently cleans you two and climbs into bed. You’re still laid on top of Yeosang, and you stay that way. You don’t even register Seonghwa’s presence. He looks at you two with fondness, realizing that this feels totally right. He lets out a content sigh and lets himself drift off.

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As morning comes around, you wake with a slight ache in your body. Last night’s events catch up to you and you realize you’re still on top of Yeosang. Both him and Seonghwa are still asleep, looking ethereal. Yeosang has an arm draped over you, holding you tight against him. You surprise yourself by feeling so comfortable with Yeosang. Being so in charge helped your connection, and you just want to do it for the rest of your life.

You give him soft kisses along his jaw and he stirs slightly. He lets out a cute grumble and squeezes you so you’re forced to accept your fate and lay limp in his hold. Seonghwa wakes up slowly with a sleepy yawn. His eyes flutter open and he squints at you.

“You can stay here longer, I’m just going to get breakfast started,” He speaks with his raspy morning voice.

You give a hum of acknowledgment and nuzzle into Yeosang’s neck. Minutes later you can smell bacon frying, along with the clanks of the silverware. Yeosang finally wakes up and looks at you with a soft gaze. You let out a giggle and his face lights up.

“Mmmm you’re so soft and warm, I could stay here all day.” He sighs contentedly.

“We do have to go down soon though. Seonghwa is making breakfast, he’s probably almost done.”

After a minute, you both get up slowly. That’s when you remember you’re both still naked. A blush spreads across your face and you speed walk to your room to get your clothes back on.

When you step out Yeosang is there waiting for you. He has put on his clothes and is looking so shy. He reaches for your hand and you stiffen at the action. For some reason, this felt so incredibly intimate even though he was inside you hours prior.

You’re not sure where the boundaries lie. You only discussed the sexual aspect, nothing was said about outside of the bedroom. He notices your discomfort and gives a squeeze.

“It’s alright, don’t worry.” It’s as if he can read your mind. His words calm you and you start walking downstairs where Seonghwa is.

Seonghwa sees you coming down and his eyes glance down to your intertwined hands. His jaw involuntarily clenches with possession. Not for Yeosang though. For you.

After last night he can’t get the image of you on top of Yeosang out of his head. He wanted to snatch you away from him and pound you into the mattress until you can’t breathe.

As soon as everyone’s seated you all start to eat. Seonghwa making the breakfast almost every day is a pleasant and welcomed change. It was a little strange at first, making you feel weird, but now it almost feels like you’re a family. You look up and make eye contact with Seonghwa, not expecting to see his fiery gaze.

His eyes are darkened, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Your heart sinks, thinking he’s angry at you and last night was only a mistake. You look down at your hands timidly, head hanging low. Yeosang notices you slumped down and puts a hand on top of yours.

“Are you ok? Are you feeling sick?” Yeosang sounds like an absolute angel.

You lie and confirm that you are feeling sick. As you excuse yourself from the table, you do your best to avert your gaze from either of their deep stares.

You try to calm your beating heart. What if this was a huge mistake? What if Seonghwa was using this as a test to your loyalty? What if he fires you? So many thoughts are going through your head and you almost run straight into a wall.

You hear the clicking of high heels behind you and whip your head around to meet Seonghwa’s chest head on. He stabilizes you by holding on to your arms. You’re too afraid to speak, so you just gulp nervously. That catches his eye, he looks down at your throat, relishing in the fact that he makes you nervous.

He trails a finger from your jaw to your throat, leaving a faint red mark. Your body feels shaky, like you’re gonna go unconscious. He takes a step closer and now you’re standing chest to chest. “I love seeing you nervous.” He speaks in a quiet mumble.

You feel the arousal pooling in your underwear, and resist from rubbing your thighs together. The fear plus his proximity is driving you insane. You can’t even say anything, having swallowed all your words. You only look up at him with wide eyes. He almost moans at the sight of your doe eyes, eyelashes fluttering urgently.

He runs out of patience and slams his lips against yours. You let out a squeak of surprise. It’s more of teeth clashing rather than lips but it’s welcomed nonetheless. His intensity takes you aback. It feels so urgent, so animalistic. He swipes his tongue across your top lip and leaves a mess of saliva lingering. He leads you towards his room once again, slamming the door behind him.

He attacks your face once again, unbalancing you. You fall back on the bed and he takes his place above you. You raise your hands to pull himself to you but he grabs your wrists in one hand and pins them above. You squirm in resistance but he pinches your thigh and you let out a whimper.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” His voice is filled with breathy lust.

“Yes mommy, I’m gonna be your good girl.” You don’t know what takes over you in that moment, but you have to get it out.

His eyes darken significantly and he lets out a noise that sounds like a growl. He drops down and sucks deep bruises into your neck and collarbone. The sensation makes you feel dizzy with pleasure, almost bordering on painful. He takes off your top hastily and doesn’t hesitate to latch his mouth onto your pointed nipple. You let out a soft gasp as he nibbles on one and pinches the other. You can feel his hardness rutting against your thigh and you can’t help a shiver going through your body at the thought of finally having him buried inside you.

He leaves feather light kisses down your tummy and his switch up keeps giving you whiplash. One moment he’s so aggressive and intense and the next he is so soft. He pulls down your pants along with your panties and groans at the sight.

“That’s right, you’re mommy’s good girl right? Now stay still or you’re not getting my cock.”

He slides a finger through your wetness, gathering your slick and smearing it across your thighs. It seems as if his goal is to make you look like a complete slut, which he is succeeding at. He pushes in one finger experimentally, eagerly awaiting for your reaction. You do not disappoint. You let out a broken moan and arch your back, digging his finger deeper into you. He adds a second finger, and starts moving them violently. He immediately hits your sweet spot which makes you sputter out curses.

He watches your face intently, admiring the furrow in your eyebrows, your tightly shut eyes, and your parted lips. You’re trying your hardest to not squirm around but his fingers are so deep in you that nothing even works in your brain. He keeps hitting that spongy spot inside and you feel a tightening sensation in your stomach. Your hips jerk up and completely drench Seonghwa’s hand. He gasps in delight as you let out a strangle cry.

Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what you’ve done. You expect to find disgust in Seonghwa’s eyes, but instead his hunger has only seemed to intensify. He dives into your cunt without a delay, tongue eagerly lapping up everything you’ve got to offer. He finally releases your hands and they fly to his long locks of hair, bringing him as close as humanly possible.

He hums against you, the vibration making you leak even more. Feeling the coil tighten up once more you pull on his hair. “Seonghwa! I-I’m going to-” At your words he removes himself from you completely. You whine at the loss of your orgasm and buck your hips frustratedly.

He holds you down and gives you a stern look. “Baby, mommy is taking care of you, trust me.” You nod your head dejectedly and await his next move. Thinking he’s going to fill you with his cock next, he turns away from you.

“Yeosang you don’t have to keep listening through the door like a creep. Come on in and watch.”

You turn wide eyes to the door as Yeosang enters with his head hanging low. His pants are unbuttoned and his cock is standing tall, flushed red like a dark cherry. Your mouth waters at the sight and you want to have him in your mouth once more. He walks closer and while you’re distracted with the ethereal being that he is, Seonghwa slams his hips against yours.

You jolt up with a sudden shriek. He’s ramming into you with a force that steals all the oxygen in your lungs. The sound of your skin slapping fills the room and only heavy breathing is heard. While your head is thrown back with pleasure, you feel a nudge against your lips. You open your eyes and are met with Yeosang right in front of you.

He’s begging you with his eyes and you cannot refuse him. You open your mouth as wide as it can go and immediately Yeosang fills it up. He doesn’t go as deep as last time, he takes his time. You’re grateful for it because Seonghwa is taking no mercy on you. He’s hitting all the right spots and your vision fills with black spots. He leaves a few smacks on your hips, leaving a delicious sting behind.

With your mouth being occupied, only loud hums can be heard. Yeosang breathes heavily at the feel of your warm mouth around him. He thinks he wants to be in you every single day.

Seonghwa’s hips stutter and you can feel that he’s close. “Come on darling, let’s cum together.” He rumbles out in a raspy voice. To stimulate you further he brings two fingers to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You writhe in both pain and pleasure, feeling your climax approaching. He pinches your clit and that’s the tipping point for you. Your thighs tremble as you cum with Seonghwa. He lets out a beautiful whine as he empties into you. Simultaneously Yeosang cums into your mouth, and you swallow his seed gratefully.

Once Yeosang pulls out of your mouth, your body goes limp. You feel absolutely drained. Seonghwa admires the mess for a few seconds before getting up to grab wet towels just like last night. He cleans you up gently while you let out soft mewls. Once he’s done he crawls up next to you and caresses your face softly. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and gives you a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. You smile lazily and nuzzle into his chest. He invites Yeosang to join you and you all get comfortable.

Being sandwiched between the two beautiful men is a dream come true you realize. In the year that you’ve been working for them, you would have never thought that this would happen. Seonghwa holds you close, tucking you against his chest. You can feel Yeosang behind you, having a loose grip on your waist. He gives your neck a soft kiss and lets out a deep sigh.

“I love you sangie, I love you mommy.” You murmur gently. You can’t wait to tell them that every single day from now on.

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Jo couldn’t sleep that night.

That was one of the things about being an immortal hunter- the memories of the years build up and up. Flashes of the things she’d seen peppered her troubled thoughts.

And still the same thought kept circling back.

Why did it have to be that thought?

Why couldn’t it just be a good old fashioned nightmare? They were demigods- immortal demigods at that- that usually came with a plethora of trauma to pick from, and Jo was no different. Okay, Brain, how about that first gunfight in the back alley behind that speakeasy, back before joining the hunters? Blood splattering the walls, brains blown out- all that good shit. Or perhaps seing Dad for the last time? That was usually a popular scene for Jo’s brain to replay.

So why, oh why did she have to keep thinking about that moment three weeks ago? It hadn’t even been anything significant! They’d just gone out in groups on regular patrol, Emmie had just worn that same old silver parka she always wore.

But by gods, she had looked so good.

Which was stupid, and Jo knew that. She’d seen Emmie naked before and it hadn’t bothered her. But with her hair unwashed and her face covered in mud, she had looked phenomenal. Jo had seen her in a new light. And that was bad.

She couldn’t be thinking that way. She was a hunter of Artemis. So was Emmie. They’d both sworn an oath, and they had meant to keep it for eternity. Even if Jo was open to change, even if they could change- Emmie had been a hunter for millennia. There was no way she’d betray Lady Artemis like that.

Jo kept tossing and turning on her bedroll, but eventually gave up, zipped open the mosquito net, and stepped out into the cool night air.

She walked out of their small circle of tents, picked her way through the forest to the nearby lake, hoping to splash her face in the cool water from the waterfall.

She got to the edge of the trees by the bank and froze.

There, sitting on the rocks in the moonlight- her raven hair glistening in the silvery glow reflecting off the water- was Emmie.

Gods, she was beautiful.

Jo tried to quietly slink away, but that ability had never been a perk of her physique. One step back was all it took before a twig went snap!- the sound echoing like a whip-crack around the valley.

Yeah, some hunter. Real stealthy, Josie.

Emmie turned, her dark eyes wide in the moonlight. She let out a soft gasp, but she didn’t look mad to see her. Or was Jo just wishing that?

There was silence for a few agonising moments.

Emmie was surely gonna cuss Jo out for snooping. She’d yell at her to go back to the tents- or worse, run and get Zoë. The Lieutenant was a toughie, and wouldn’t appreciate Jo being out of bed.

But instead, Emmie’s expression softened. She motioned for Jo to come towards her.

She looked like one of those sirens, sitting on that rock by the lake and the waterfall, and for a second Jo hesitated. Then she obeyed Emmie’s call.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Emmie asked.

Jo heaved a sigh, and sat down on the rock- careful to not be too close to her. But close enough. Just close enough. “Not a wink. Tried a couple times, but…”

“Yeah…” Emmie looked down, a little forlornly. Jo wondered what had made her come here, when they should be sleeping. Perhaps the perfect Emmie was plagued with nightmares too.

They stared at the rippling water, not saying anything.

Then Jo decided to open her clumsy mouth.

“Do you ever regret joining the hunters?”

Silence.

Fuck.

Emmie’s face was turned towards the lake, so Jo couldn’t read her expression.

Gods, that silence was deadly.

“Sorry, tha-that’s personal. Sorry,” Jo yelped, her voice quickening, “I-I mean, I definitely don’t regret it. Definitely. I mean, because, like, “regret” is a strong word. Poor choice in my opinion. I don’t know what I was thinking! Artemis, forgive me. I don’t regret it. No siree. Absolutely not-“

“Josephine-“

Emmie had turned to face her, the moonlight falling across half of her face. Her brow was twitching a little- a slight frown. But her voice was kind, and her lips broke into a hint of a smile when she said her name.

“Sorry-“

“It’s okay. I get it. I’ve wondered…” She looked down, so her face was in shadow, “I… I mean… I don’t… but I get wanting to ask others. Because I’ve thought…” She turned back away from Jo, the cold glow of the moonlit lake splashing across her graceful features, “But Lady Artemis has been so kind. She has blessed me with so many wonders. I c-can’t just…” She faltered.

“I thought I was okay with it, y’know?” Jo said, “Giving up love.”

Emmie’s eyes scanned the wide expanse of the lake. “We’re not giving up love,” she said, “We’re giving up romance. We still have familial love. Sisterhood. We have Artemis to guide us.”

Jo felt her fingers creeping closer to Emmie’s hand. She tried to stop it, she really did. But she wanted to feel Emmie’s gentle yet strong hands cupped in her own meaty ones.

“Yeah but what if-“ Jo’s voice was barely a whisper now, “What if we want more?” As she spoke, courage entered her voice. She could talk to Emmie about anything. She could do this, “Th-Than sisterhood, I mean. What if we want romance?”

Emmie turned to look at her. Jo half expected to be met with a look of disgust, but instead Emmie’s eyes scanned Jo’s dark features comprehensively, like she was trying to understand a difficult textbook.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like-“ Jo grabbed her by the waist and pulled her tight into a side-hug so that they were sitting looking out at the lake. Jo gestured across the sky, laying out the vision in front of Emmie’s eyes, “Family. A house. Kids playing in the backyard. Food on the stove. Dinner around a hardwood table. A workshop in the basement with lots and lots of power tools. And someone-“ she snuck a glance at the girl next to her, “Someone special to spend it with. Someone who smiles and puts their head on your shoulder as you watch your sleeping children through the crack in the door and marvel at how much they’ve grown. Someone who you swore to spend your life with, who- who-“

Jo stuttered, gesticulating wildly, trying to convey the magic of her dream. She waited for Emmie to tell her she was ridiculous. That that could never happen. Not for someone like her.

But to her surprise, Emmie just sighed and rested her head on Jo’s shoulder, nuzzling her neck.

“That would be nice. If we could.”

If only we could, Jo thought.

But they’d both sworn an oath. Made a vow.

So they couldn’t.

Jo didn’t want to be a hunter. She wanted that dream life, that home, that family.

But she could never have it with someone she loved. Not while living openly as who she was. Back when hen she had pretended to be a man, she could get away with the girls and the flirting. But she couldn’t keep pretending. Not forever.

But she couldn’t tell the truth either.

The Hunters had been an escape, a way to run from what Jo really felt, instead of confronting it. Because swearing off the company of men and going celibate was easier than facing the truth.

But that didn’t change who she was.

Emmie looked up at her with her beautiful eyes. “Jo…” She whispered, almost inaudible. But in the stillness of the lake, it seemed to echo off the mountains.

Her face was close. Too close. Not for sisterhood. Not for friends. Not for abstinence, celibacy, the vow they made in the name of the maiden goddess.

Jo had always been loud and hyperactive, her brain running at a million miles an hour. In the few moments between Emmie’s whisper and what happened next, she had run through every possible scenario in her head.

Artemis walks in from the clearing and sees them, too close for sisterhood. The other hunters show up, ready to bathe. One of their hunting dogs spots them while on patrol and informs Zoë. A lovecraftian sea monster rises from the lake and attacks. A poacher mistakes them for a deer and shoots them.

But then Emmie’s lips were on hers, and none of that mattered anymore.

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So I am aware that I have not posted any sort of fic since August.

Things have been super busy right now (haha I’ve NOT been doing well) and reading TSATS is going slow, and I haven’t had much energy or motivation to write.

That being said, I dug this out of my WIPs and finished it up. I felt in the mood for something sweet and sapphic, and there are virtually no fics about just Emmie and Jo, but they have so much potential- I just had to write something.

Not sure how old they are in this because the Hunters are supposed to be young girls, but Jo’s backstory as a gangster made it sound like she was at least of age (otherwise that’s a VERY concerning backstory). I feel like this is classic “Rick not thinking it through” but it does make it harder to write a longer fic when I don’t have a feasible timeline.

Tagging my usual taglist +fic taglist

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Fics might be less of a thing now that I’ve got more on my plate. I’ll keep working on my WIPs but this might be all you get from me in a while.

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Hi my lovely!! If you’re able to still take the requests, would you consider Jin + Cowboy + Spice? 💘 hehe tysm!!!

A/N: Here you are @jozhenji💜 Hope you like it! Thank you for giving me a reason to write another Western AU!

Jin x Reader

WC: ~1.5k

“Oh my lord, it’s him! It’s him!”

“He’s back!! How’s my hair? Is my rouge good?”

The gaggle of saloon girls crowding at the window reminds you of a group of very excited birds, the bright yellow, pink and blue feathers of their costumes fluttering with every excited movement they make.

“Ladies.” Your voice is cool and calm but loud enough to reach them over the normal saloon sounds of gruff murmuring, chairs scraping against the wooden floor, the piano off in the corner playing popular tunes. “Back to work.” They turn, a flock in motion, but the hand on your hip and the tilt of your head are stern enough to pull a collective sigh from them before they tap tap tap on their heels back to wherever they were before it was announced that Jin Grandet was back in town.

You lean against the edge of the bar, exchanging a look with Luke, the shaggy-haired bartender, who simply shrugs one of his big shoulders and goes back to drying glasses. A moment later, the door of the saloon swings opens and a tall, broad figure momentarily blocks the spill of cool, early evening light.

“What a fine night it is in Rhodolite County. Evening, everyone. Drinks on me!” Jin steps further into the saloon and grins as a cheer rises from the patrons, his name being shouted in greeting and good cheer. He spots you, all in red, the only woman allowed to wear that color in Belle's, leaning on the end of the smooth, wooden bar, your gaze casually glancing his way as you raise a glass of rich mahogany wine to your lips. His grin widens as he strolls in your direction, his gait lighter than one would think for a man of his size.

You try to keep your expression blank, but it’s difficult not to let your appreciation of that compelling physique show. His jeans hug long, powerful legs. His midnight blue shirt is tucked into them, leaving very little to the imagination. It’s an easy stroll, following the line of his muscular legs to a surprisingly narrow waist and then back up to wide, powerful shoulders. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing strong forearms. One hand is shoved enticingly into the front pocket of his jeans. His dark hair, brown kissed by fire, is covered by a black pinch-front cowboy hat and anyone who didn’t know Jin would assume the white object at the corner of his shapely lips is a cigarette.

You know better.

“I ain’t ever gonna get used to the sight of a grown-ass man suckin’ on a lollipop.”

His grin grows brighter as he reaches up, pulling the sweet red treat from his mouth. A few of the saloon girls sigh audibly and you turn your head, shooting a glare in their general direction. Quickly the feathers bob up and down as they return to work.

“Want a taste?” He slides onto the bar stool closest to you, garnet eyes alight as he holds out the lollipop in your direction. With a huff, you roll your eyes, lifting your wine glass in response.

“Already got something far superior, Grandet.”

Although your words are thorny, you’re moving behind the bar, fixing him a drink. While you’re preparing his whiskey on the rocks, he’s approached by other patrons. They welcome him back to Rhodolite with slaps on the shoulder and excited questions about his latest adventure in Obsidian.

One of the saloon girls slinks forward, pressing a hand to the hard plane of his chest, batting lashes coated in thick black mascara. They remind you of gangly spider-legs

“You were gone so suddenly, Jin. We all missed you.”

He reaches up, wrapping her hand in his big one and removing it from his chest. He does it so fluidly, so effortlessly, with a grin so flirty and promising that she doesn’t even notice.

“When the sheriff gives an order, sweet thing, his officers have to answer.” 

A rugged man with eyes lit up by booze and admiration leans his elbow on the bar counter.

“Tell us, Jin, did you run into the Gilbert gang?”

This could turn into an all-nighter if he starts answering the town folks' questions. It wouldn’t be the first time. Pointedly you set his drink down in front of him. 

“Alright alright. Clear off now. Jin and I have saloon business to take care of. Ya’ll can pester him later.”

Jin is your business partner and part owner of Belle’s, having jumped at the chance to help you open the place several months ago. He's happy to leave the run of it in your hands, but does like to be included in certain business decisions. Just last month, before he had left on his mission for Sheriff Michel, he had brought you a bottle of wine from Benitoite county, promising you it would increase sales if sold here. And he had been right, to the tune of 40 percent.

Now he frowns, sighing almost theatrically as he turns to face you. “I just walked in the place and you want to talk business?” He shakes his head, sliding off the bar stool with his drink in his hand. “Dealing with the Obsidian gang is easier than my partner here,” he says to an eye-roll from you and raucous laughter from the crowd. He lifts the whiskey, knocking it back in one smooth motion and then sets the empty tumbler down on the bar.

You make your way towards the narrow spiral staircase in the back corner of the saloon, listening as Jin claps people on the shoulder, promising them a drink on him later as well as the details of his adventures in Obsidian county. They all watch him go, shaking their heads. Poor guy, just back and now it seems you’re calling him to the chopping block for one thing or another.

The staircase leads to the second floor of the building, the place where there are several bedrooms. Yours, as owner, is at the end of the hall and bigger than the rest. Reaching into one of the discrete pockets sewn into the crimson satin of your gown, you pull out the iron key to your door even as you hear the heavy steps of Jin’s cowboy boots along the wooden corridor. 

Stepping inside your bedroom, a sanctuary of mint green and gold and delicate decorations, you turn, dropping the key into a small soap dish shaped like a lily-pad as Jin steps inside and then one-handedly closes the door firmly behind him. 

Your eyes lock and for a moment, neither of you moves. And then you’re rushing forward and he’s pulling you towards him, wrapping his strong arms around you and crushing your eager lips with a kiss. He tastes like whiskey, sweet and tangy, and on his tongue you catch the faintest hint of strawberry lollipop. Your fingers grip the nape of his neck as another wave of thunderous craving rolls through you.

“Lord, I missed you,” he manages to growl somewhere in the tangle of kisses. His cowboy hat has fallen to the floor and somehow the straps of your gown have come undone. He lowers his head, pressing his mouth to the line of your neck, following it down to the smooth skin of your bare shoulder. His strong hands are anchored at your waist, deliciously firm. Your head lolls back to give him access; his hair soft between your fingers.

“You got some nerve just waltzin’ in like that, Jin Grandet." Your words exist in that place between a whisper and a gasp. "No note that you’re back. No private visit. I ought to turn you out right now.”

He huffs against the delicate skin of your collarbone.

“You won’t. Not with the way I turn you on.”

You groan, half at the terrible pun, half at the way his mouth is hungrily exploring all the skin above the heart-shaped neckline of your dress.

“Besides,” he breathes as he skims his hands up your back, his face pressed against the softness of your cleavage, “I wanted to surprise my girl.”

He urges you towards the bed, showing shocking dexterity despite the size of his hands as he works the hooks of your gown. You put a hand between you, feeling the way his heart is hammering even through the soft cotton of his shirt.

“Jin…?”

He lifts his head, hair a disheveled mess, eyes glowing like hot coals with want.

“Yeah?”

You smile slowly, reaching out to cup his face with your palm. The touch is a moment of tenderness, a light in the dark sea of desire you’re both sinking into.

“I missed you too. So very much.”

His breath catches as he feels the truth of your words, the soft sincerity of them. His dark head bows, lifting your hand to his lips where he places a loving kiss to the back of it.

“C’mere, cowboy,” you murmur, lowering yourself onto the bed and pulling him along with you. “Lemme show you.”

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[jasmines-library]

Cry, Little Sister.

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“Drink it. Be one of us.”

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Summary: You’d lived in Santa Carla all your life and it was boring. That was until you and your brothers discovered that there might be vampires about. When an attempt to kill the lost boys goes awry, and you end up becoming a vampire yourself, things become very messy when you join your brothers -who are vampire hunters- in a second attempt to rid your town of killers where you sacrifice your secret to save your friends, your brothers are not forgiving.

Warnings: Near death experience, blood, violence, killing, vampires, staking.

Word Count: 6.1k

Note: It’s finally here! This was a result of my poll that I posted a few weeks back, I’m sorry it’s taken a while. This is a lot longer that I planned but overall I’m pretty proud of it. Apologies if there are any major mistakes, or the formatting is off, it i was doing this on my phone and it was playing up. I redid it a few times but by that point it was 1am and I couldn’t be asked. Please let me know. I hope you enjoy.

Santa Carla was odd. You’d lived there all your life and yet you still couldn’t shake the weirdness that clung to your skin as you roamed the streets or the strange smell that lingered in the humid summer air. The boardwalk was busy during the day, but it was Santa Carla’s night life that really captured your interest. Everywhere became filled with colourful lights and interesting people and the sound of engines revving that ricocheted down alleyways. They were all unique characters and they appeared to be around your age. They were spritely and even in the few times you’ve encountered them there never seemed to be a dull moment. You never seemed to see them anywhere other than the boardwalk; that was unless you were looking for them intentionally. You’d spoken to them a few times, you’d occasionally bump into them on your break, though not much was ever exchanged between you. It was a rare occasion for them to come into your store. It made sense though, you didn’t think that comic books would potentially interest someone of their physique, but nevertheless here they were, running their fingers across the rows of coloured paper. As they moved, others seemed to slink away; there was an unsaid air around these boys. Your brothers thought they were vampires. You could see their harsh gazes from the other side of the store: firm and unforgiving. They were both in their mid-teens and wore a constant expression of fatigue on their face; a result of staying up too late brainstorming stupid ideas to take the vampires down. You and your brothers spent a long time researching and planning. You knew there had to be an explanation to the hundreds of missing posters plastered on every nook and cranny of the boardwalk. It was fun, sure, but you seeked something else. Your body itched for something different. A release. You knew it wasn’t a waste of time though. Vampires were tricky, they struck when they wanted and when you least expect it. They’re difficult to survive, but not impossible. You just have to be smarter than them. As they crept around the store, you found your hand edging its way towards the vial of holy water you kept tucked in between your belt. One of them, who had wild blond hair and looked almost like Twisted Sister, chucked a handful of 25c comics into the counter. He leaned forwards onto the splintering wood with a grin on his face. As he pulled out a handful of coins and tossed them next to his comics, his friends sauntered over. They were all tall, wild and their eyes twinkled mischievously. You slipped the change into the register and began to package the handful of comics when Twisted Sister had begun to lose interest, and took to wrestling with another blonde who wore a bold patchwork jacket. One of them glanced at the others before taking a long drag from his cigarette. This one wasn’t as tall as some of the others. His hair was bleached to the point it was almost white and it was cut so that his mullet rested just above his shoulders and clung to his neck.

“So. What’s your name doll?” His voice was husky and something about it compelled you to answer.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He drawled, rolling your name around his mouth. “Hm.”

“You gonna tell me yours or…?”

“David.” He breathed, taking another drag. “That’s Paul. Marko. Dwayne.” He gestured to the other three. At the mention of his name, Paul rushed over and scooped up his comics, winking at you. Your fingers traced the rim of the holy water. It was cool to the touch and you could feel the individual rivets of the plastic lid as you circled it. Your hand slid back into your pocket.

“You free tonight?” David asked suddenly, cocking his head. He paused for a minute as though he was trying to find the right words. Or make up the right lie. “I only ask because we were thinking of having a little fun by the boardwalk. You look bored.”

Edgar and Alan edged closer, weaving between the boxes of comics, craning their heads to listen in. You smirked. “I get off at 10.”

“Perfect.” David said smugly. “We’ll see you at 10.” With that, the four of them turned and left, Paul swinging the plastic bag beside him. People scattered away to form a path out of the shop. The whole store seemed to sigh in relief once they were out of sight. It didn’t take long for your brothers to approach with volatile looks set firmly upon their faces.

“What the hell Y/N?!” Edgar slammed his palms on the counter, causing the wood to rattle on its uncertain frame. His face was set in a hard stare, his eyes bore into yours, covered slightly by a loose bunch of hair that spilled over the top of his bandana. “You’re not only conversing with the enemy now, but you’re partying with them too?”

A smile crept onto your face and you shook your head, pulling loose the clear vial and placing it in front of him. “Think smarter. Not harder, little brother. You doubt me too much.”

~~~

By the time you’d finished your shift, and you had managed to convince your brothers to go home, the crowds had died down slightly, though you could still feel the heavy rhythm of the bass that shook the ground coming from the concert on the boardwalk and the screams of thrillseekers on the roller coasters. The smell of food lingered in the air and the soft hues of cracking fires danced around the beach. You found the boys gathered around a fire just besides the pier. Rock music blared from the stereo half buried in the sand as you arrived. Paul and Marko were prancing around, banging their heads to the fast pace of the music, kicking sand around as they went, sometimes aiming it at each other if they felt spiteful. David stood, brooding in the corner, obscured by the light, he seemed deep in concentration. His blue eyes darkened when he saw you approaching. It was Dwayne who welcomed you, moving over from his perch on a log to make space from you. Marko slid in beside you, snatching a joint from Paul before offering it around. You took a drag and passed it on.

“So. Y/N.” Dwayne said. “How long have you been in Santa Carla?”

Someone's arm snaked around your waist, the leather was cool, but the hand that came from it was icy cold and caused your skin to prick up. “I’ve lived here all my life.” You told him simply.

“Uh-huh. And uh,” he furrowed his brow, turning to face you, “how long have you been hunting Vampires?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Marko removed his arm from behind you and pulled out the vial of holy water. “You really think this is gonna stop us?” He pouted mockingly before unscrewing the lid, tipping out the contents into the sand and throwing the bottle back at you with an unexpected force. It landed harshly in your lap. You scrambled back, reaching for the small pocket knife your brothers insisted you keep on you. It wouldn’t do much but maybe delay them for a couple of seconds. Your hands patted around aimlessly for it in your pocket, frantically searching for it until David dangled it in front of your face. Trying to turn and run, your body collided with Dwayne’s chest.

“Leaving so soon?” Looking up, you were met with his golden eyes and bared fangs. He gripped you by the arms tightly, whipping you round and pulling you close to him so you couldn’t move. You struggled pointlessly in his grasp, trying to get away from the wild faces that mocked you. David traced the knife along your jawline.

“Such a pity.”

“You’re such a babe Y/N. It’s a shame you’ll go to waste.” Paul said, circling round you, studying you closely. “I bet you would have fit right in.”

“It’s a shame you stuck with your brothers.” Marko said. “You would have made a powerful ally.”

Something in your mind clicked, and it was almost as though the world had suddenly become clear, as though this was the obvious answer to everything. “So make me.”

~

You shifted the bottle between the palms of your clammy hands. It felt foreign, yet so right at the same time. The jewels glistened in the light of the fire, distracting you from the crimson liquid that sloshed around inside. David's eyes bore into yours, it made your skin crawl and your body shift uncomfortably. You could feel the other three pairs of eyes on you, soaking in the anticipation of your next move.

“Drink it.” David urged. “Be one of us.”

You twisted the cork from the top of the bottle and watched as the people around you perked up at the smell of it. You placed the cold glass to your lips and without a second thought, took a swig from the bottle.

“Bravo!” David cheered, pulling the bottle away from your lips and taking a sip of it for himself. There was something about that moment that made you feel whole. The thrill you had been wanting, this was it. Your face lit up with a wild grin and Paul slung his arm around your shoulder.

“Welcome to the club.”

It was a strange feeling. The world seemed different, sharper like someone had begun to focus a camera. The rest of the night went by in a blur, you remember partying and music, but not much else besides that. You don’t know how, but soon you were wiped out in your bed.

~~~

“Get up.”

The sun that pierced through the window caused your head to throb and your eyes to burn as you struggled to adjust to it. Alan stood over your bed, a pillow raised in his hands as Edgar tugged open your curtains letting the remainder of the light flood into the room. You groaned and covered your eyes with your arm as the headache increased tenfold.

“Jesus, Y/N.” Alan complained as you sat up slowly. “What the hell were you doing last night?”

“Hmm?” you asked groggily. The light was messing with your head.

“Did you get them?” Edgar asked, rather excitedly.

“No.” You shook your head, fumbling towards your bathroom. Your brothers were close behind. “Give me time. I’ll get to know them.” You stood in the doorway to the bathroom, leaning against the frame. Edgar narrowed his eyes at you and watched you closely. “Can I go?”

His gaze lingered for a moment, but he grunted and turned away tugging his older brother with him. When you closed the bathroom door, turning the lock behind you, you splashed your face with water from the sink. It was cool against your skin and trailed off in little droplets. When you peered up at your face in the mirror, it was paler than usual as though it were winter and not the scolding summer Santa Carla was currently facing. Besides a slight paleness in your skin, you looked fine, though your head was pounding like a constant, droning beat of a drum. You squinted, trying to remember last night's events. Something about it made your skin crawl. You had this gut feeling that something wasn’t going to end well, that someone was going to get hurt. You swallowed thickly. Your brothers were safe. You could protect them if the time came. If you failed.

It took a while, but when you finally left the shelter of your house, the sun had long gone past its peak point in the sky and was dipping below the horizon. How long had you been asleep? It was Saturday, the peak of the summer and so the boardwalk was crammed. The shop was busy and the small fan at the back of the store did nothing against the sweltering heat. Your eyes kept dancing around the room in search of wild blond hair, or the sheen of leather but to your avail, they only glazed across mops of mousy hair and beach wear. One person did catch your eye however. He was young, perhaps your brothers’ age and was browsing the superman comics. His face was soft and adorned with freckles. It was his clothes however that struck you the most. They were sheek and brightly coloured, with odd patterns. Clearly not from around here. You watched as your brothers approached him closely, trying to engage him in conversation. Outside, a group had gathered, pushing and shoving each other wildly. Emerging from behind the desk, you made your way closer to them and the teenage boys.

“Where the hell are you from,” Edgar asked rather unenthusiastically. “Krypton?”

“Phoenix. Actually.” He replied. You stopped in your tracks near them, listening in discretely. Edgar moved, with his hands in his pockets, towards a row of comics. He plucked one from the rack and handed it to the boy. It was a pale blue edition of ‘Vampires Everywhere’.

The boy tutted and tried to hand it back to him. “I don’t like horror comics.”

“You’ll like this one, Mr Phoenix. It could save your life.”

Alan opened his mouth to speak, but the group outside noticed an opening and grabbed a handful of comics, taking off down the street. “Hey!” You cried, running after them. Edgar and Alan were right behind you, abandoning their new companion.

When the night had finally dulled down, you took a stroll along the beach. The sand shifted between your toes as you wandered. You weren’t entirely sure where you wanted to go, you were restless, wanting to be nowhere and everywhere all at once. When you saw the bikes knelt up against the railing however, you paused making your way over to the four boys. “Incoming.” Dwayne’s head snapped up as you approached, alerting everyone else to your presence. His eyes glistened under the moonlight. Paul and Marko were onto you within seconds, guiding you over to where they stood.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” David smirked. He seemed in a better mood tonight. Perhaps he felt less threatened now you were a half.

“I never received an invite.” You said, leaning against the cool metal of the railing.

“You’re welcome anytime, babe.” Paul smirked. You rolled your eyes.

“How you feelin’?” Marko chuffed, watching you closely.

Nodding, you smiled. “Ok.”

David swung his leg over his bike and took a seat. “You up for a ride?”

~

Out of all the places you expected David to take you, this was not it. It was an old hotel, sunken into the cliffs of Hudson's Bluff. It had clearly been like this for a while, you had heard the stories when you were younger, yet you had always heeded by the keep out signs posted out front. Clearly those didn’t interest the vampires as they whisked you straight down the narrow stairs, lighting barrels with a splint. When the fire cast a warm glow around the cave, you could really study its beauty. In the centre of the room was an old fountain, once a feature of the hotel. Though the room was messy, there was a sort of structure to it, with beams and tunnels leading off into the darkness. There were posters and cassettes strewn all over the room, likely Paul or Marko’s and the odd books neatly filed away. David took his perch on a wheelchair in the centre of the room. What surprised you the most about the space was the young, dark haired girl who made her way out from behind a lace curtain when she heard the rhythm of the guitar. An even smaller boy, no older than 10 clutched the ruffled of her purple skirt.

“Star.” David called out to the girl. She made her way into the room. “Come and join us. This is Y/N. The girl we told you about.”

She nodded at you bluntly, guiding the small boy into the room. His hair reminded you of your brothers, it was dark and fell over his face. To your surprise he came and sat down beside you. “Hi.” He grinned a toothy smile up at you.

You smiled back at him. “Hi.”

The boy cocked his head as though he were trying to purge you of your secrets. “They all seem to really like you.” He blurted. “David told me that-”

“Laddie.” Star interrupted, reprimanding him as you would either of your brothers. “Leave the poor girl alone. I’m sorry.”

“No, No. It’s okay.” You reached out a hand for her to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

“Star.”

There was an awkward silence that passed between you two, despite the fact that the room was filled with laughter and loud music. The small boy, Laddie, had stood up to prance around with Dwayne.

“Can I ask you something?” Star blurted out.

“Sure.”

“You’re a hunter, right?”

“I guess… I was.”

“Then why’d you drink it? Knowing what they are. What we are?”

“I wanted to protect my family, but…” You hesitated, unsure how to phrase how you felt. “When I'm around these people, I feel… whole. Like the excitement I've wanted my whole life has finally happened. When I’m around these people, I feel that.”

Star said nothing, just watched you close. She couldn’t understand why anyone would willingly put themselves through that, yet she seemed to soften a little at the thought that you wanted to protect your brothers. From across the room, David watched from his throne. He watched as you and Star exchanged stories, listening with his keen ears to the way your voice fluctuated when you got excited. He found a smile creeping onto his face. Perhaps you were more than they bargained for.

~~~

Tension was high in the air as the old blue Ford pulled up to the cliff. Sam and Michael had ‘borrowed’ it from their grandpa. The sun was high in the sky and your head was pounding. Your eyes drooped as you fought to keep them open beneath your sunglasses. Each day it grew harder and harder to fight the pull of the moon and the urge to slink away from the sun. Michael, who everyone knew was a half was struggling nearly as much as you. He slumped against the wheel slightly as he drove, his sunglasses firmly covering his eyes. Michael had been turned just after you. The boys had Star lure him in; orders from their sire. Though you weren’t there at the time, they were keen to tell you how he had drunk from the bottle and hung it from the train tracks. It had been a few weeks since Michael turned. And you had gotten to know him and the other vampires very well. A heavy weight sets itself upon your shoulders as you clambered out of the car. With your knowledge of the cave and closeness to the vampires, your brothers had relied on you to devise the ultimate plan. Ironically, they sat squashed in the back with you, refusing to ride next to Michael, claiming that ‘They didn’t ride with Vampires’. You were entirely unsure how your brothers hadn’t caught on. You’d passed your tiredness off as late nights getting to know them. Michael knew differently. Either he’d figured it out himself from the time you spent with the vampires, or your symptoms, or Star had caved and told him when she slipped away for help. As you watched your two brothers fumble away with Sam and their stakes, you slipped your arm under Michael, helping to support his weakened body. You had had the privilege of drinking blood from the bottle as much as you needed, or when the boys insisted. Surprisingly, they were relaxed on your resistance to turn fully. It came up occasionally in all of the time you spent with them; It still surprised them at the outcome of your impulse turning. As the pair of you hobbled after the younger boys, who were keen to threaten Michael, and up the stairs, you could feel the burning sun causing both of your heads to pound and muscles to ache. You could also hear the pounding of your heart and you were sure from how loud it was, your fellow vampire could hear it too. Michael glanced at you sideways. “Y/N?”

“Mmh?” You kept your head down, focusing on the steps in front of you, not daring to meet his eyes.

“They don’t know yet. Do they?”

“Know what?”

“Y/N,” He sighed, “Don’t play that game. You know what I mean. I can clearly see the sun’s effect on you”

You huffed, struggling up the stairs, “No. They don’t know yet,”

“How long?” Michael asked. How long since you were turned.

“Not long before you.” You reached the top and began to make your way through the cave’s entrance, “Don’t say anything.” You pleaded. “Please. They’re already mad enough that i’ve been hanging around with them. The only reason they let me do it was for this moment. They’ll be even madder when they realise that I turned wi-” You stopped yourself before you went too far. Michael already knew too much. “Don’t worry about me, okay? Just try not to get yourself killed,”

Michael nodded reluctantly and not another word was passed between you as you made your way down the narrow steps and into the darkness of the cave.

The younger boys were already inside, poking around in curtains and shifting items. Edgar tugged back a thin curtain to reveal Star. She was wrapped tightly in a thin sheet, burying her face in it.

“Here’s one!” Edgar cried excitedly, gesturing to you and Alan, grappling for one of the wooden stakes at the hilt of his belt. They were as thick and as long as your arm, carved half hastily. They would still do some nasty damage. “Come on, let’s stake her!”

“No!” Michael hurried down the last of the steps, gripping onto a loose vine to help keep himself upright. “Don’t you touch her! You stay away from her!” He lurched forwards out of your grasp, causing you to stumble, and skidded to a halt in front of her, forcing the Frog brother away. He dropped to his knees beside her, desperately trying to rouse her from the sun's pull.

“Come on, vampires have such a rotten temper.” Alan glowered, before retreating, slightly taken aback by the sudden outburst before heading off in the opposite direction. “Y/N!” Alan yelled when you continued to stand in your place. “Help us look, God damnit, you’re supposed to be the expert here.”

There was no need to look. You knew exactly where they were, and soon would your brothers. You headed off in the opposite direction, trying to divert their search to where you were. Your heart dropped when you heard Alan yell once again.

“I feel a draft! I think there’s something up here!”

“Let's check it out!” Edgar said running up the stairs, “ Y/N. Sam. Come on,”

Sam followed closely behind with you shortly after. As your brothers began pushing their way through thick layers of cobwebs, Sam called out something to Mike about being back soon.

The tunnel was claustrophobic. It barely stood over a metre in each direction. Roots and cobwebs dangled limply from the ceiling, and a rotten stench filled the air. The five of you continue to crawl down the tunnel, edging closer to uncertainty. The smell got worse and you knew you weren’t the only one who could smell it because Sam screwed up his face in disgust and asked the obvious question.

“What’s that smell?”

“Vampires, my friend. Vampires,”. Edgar patted him on the back. You dropped down off a ledge into a small, circular pit. It was colder there, and you knew that they were definitely in here somewhere. You all looked around, albeit found nothing. You released a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

“Looks like a dead end. Let’s head back” you urged, trying to get them to leave before they found the vampires. Maybe if you left now, everyone would make it out alive… or as close to alive as a vampire can be. However, you knew how relentless your brothers were, especially when it came to vampires, so you weren’t surprised when Edgar wanted to keep looking.

“They must have hidden the coffins around here someplace.” Edgar persisted, hovering the lights across the walls.

“There’s nothing here, let’s go guys,” Sam tugged on Alan's sleeve and turned to shuffle back down the tunnel. Then the three boys looked up.

“Jesus!” one of them cried out. You weren’t sure who, you were too busy looking at the figures that hung no more than 10 feet above you, their hair dangling in ribbons by their ears. Sam screamed, only to have his mouth covered shut by one of his friends.

“I thought they were supposed to be in coffins!” Sam cried, clinging to the other two boys who were also cowering in fear.

“That’s what this cave is. It’s one giant coffin.” Edgar regained his composure and began hauling himself and his gear up a ladder, beckoning for you and Alan to follow. Sam stayed below, shining a torch on the vampires’ faces. “Right now they’re at their most vulnerable; easy pickings.”

“Remember, we just have to kill the leader,” Sam prompted. You could tell by the way the light wavered in his shaking hands that he was desperate to leave. You swallowed thickly as you placed your foot on the first rung of the ladder. The old wooden frame shifted under your weight. As the three of you climbed, it creaked and groaned softly.

“We don’t know who the easy one is,” Edgar shrugged, pulling himself onto the rocky platform in the cave. It was narrow, barely three feet wide and there was a fairly sheer drop below it. “I guess we’ll just have to kill them all,”

You climbed onto the platform next to Alan, who was wedging free a stake from his pack.

“We’ll start with the little one.” He smirked. “First come, first staked,”

“What was that?” Sam asked, shining the light on Marko’s face. “A little vampire humour? It wasn’t funny.”

The three of you stood face to face with Marko. His eyes were closed and his lips were puckered softly. He was still wearing his patchwork jacket. Like this he looked so peaceful. Your stomach tossed and turned and Edgar hefted the stake that your brother had passed to him between his sweaty palms. Everything moved slowly when he raised the stake aloft and reared his arm back. You could feel your blood pumping in your veins like an echoing alarm, you could hear your heartbeat pounding against your chest, so hard you thought it might burst.

“No!” You caved, rushing forwards and grabbing your brother’s arm, pulling him behind you, which caused the stake that was in mid pursuit to clutter to the ground. The sound echoed throughout the room.

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing?!” Alan hissed. He pulled Edgar beside him, trying to keep his distance from you. He held out one of his weapons. Your breath shuddered. Above you, the four vampires began to stir. Dwayne's eyelashes fluttered slightly. Despite being underground, you could still feel the pull of the sun. It made your whole body want to curl up and shut down on itself. You wondered how it felt for David and the others. You watched as Alan’s gaze flickered up to them and he squared his jaw.

“Leave them alone.” You told them.

“You’re one of them! Aren’t you?” Alan cried at you, once he had finished looking you up and down. He had finally pieced it together. When you failed to say something, he shook his head in disbelief, “My own sister is a shit-sucking vampire. And a Traitor.”

“Stay away from us,” Edgar said coldly, raising a stake towards you.

“Boys…please.” You took a step towards them, only to have Edgar shove his weapon closer to you. “Please. If we leave now, no one has to get hurt. Just..Just put the stake down. I’ll explain, I promise-”

“Okay.” He grunted. Edgar lowered his stake and you lowered your guard, relaxing just a little bit more. And that was all it took, one tiny moment of trust. Quickly, he spun around, Shoving you harshly towards the edge of the platform and raised his weapon once more.

“Goodnight bloodsucker”

A gut wrenching scream ricocheted across the stone walls.

~

You stumbled backwards, fingers trying in vain to find a grip on the uneven wall. Your footsteps were uneven; all out of beat and losing time. You slipped onto the ground. It was cold and damp beneath your body as you writhed in pain, Rouge tears pooled across your cheeks as you craned your head to spy the offending weapon. The motion made your head swim. It was square, barely as thick as your arm and carved from an aspen tree that once stood in your parents' garden. The four wooden sides sloped together to form a deadly point, now embedded in your stomach, a few inches across from your left hip. You screamed, an agonising, loney scream, but it got lost somewhere between the roaring of the vampires; descending quickly from where they hung, eyes wide and golden with fangs bared, and the screams of the three boys whose eyes were wide with a complexion of shock and terror as they scrambled back down the wooden framework to leave the cave. Your breathing came in quick, short pants as you struggled against the white-hot agony. A figure dropped down next to you as you writhed. A face that was usually so peaceful, hovered into view. His eyes were flecked with gold and were laced with concern and panic.

“Y/N…” Marko breathed, his voice cut clearly through the chaos. He dropped to his knees, hovering over your body, before pressing down onto the red slick that was blossoming between the stake and the threads of your shirt. You groaned in pain. “You’re okay. You’ll be fine. Just stay with me please.” He pleaded, easing you into his arms. When he lifted you, although cautiously, the stake shifted, tugging at your raw, torn skin. A strained whimper escaped your lips and you screwed your eyes up, trying to curl away. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.” he hushed, dropping down to the ground of the cave. Paul and Dwayne were quick to rush over to their counterpart. Paul’s eyes were wild, wide and frantic as he reached you. Dwayne’s fangs were still barred, and his hair that was normally so well kept was a mess atop his head. They didn’t care at that moment, seeing you balled up weakly in Marko's arms, something inside of them shifted. The brunette's hands found their way into your hair as you were eased back to the ground, laying across Marko’s chest. When his hands left your hair, you felt them press firmly around the weapon, replacing Marko’s who were now painted with crimson. Although the stake hadn’t gone all the way through, it was close to it. The boys grimaced at your cries of discomfort, faces contorting as though they were the ones feeling your pain too. Paul knelt by your head. He was silent, but took your head gently in his hands, afraid that he might hurt you more. He turned it softly to face him. Your eyes were struggling to stay open as you fought your laboured breathing.

“Y/N?” He questioned. “Hey? Hey. look at me.”

You flitted your eyes up to meet him, They had shifted back to the deep blues of his irises, but the panic on his face still hadn’t melted away.

“Paul?” Your voice was a fraction above a whisper. Ragged and weak. “It hurts.” You whimpered.

“I know. It’s okay. We’ll fix this.”

Blinking slowly, you watched the blonde shift above you. Your eyes felt cumbersome and you suddenly became aware of how tired you were. When black spots began to obscure your vision, you let your eyes flutter shut to blink them away.

“No. No no no. Hey open your eyes, look at us.” Marko panicked.

When your eyes were closed, you felt like you were floating. When your eyes were closed there was no pain. But something was missing. They snapped back open and the whole room seemed to sigh with relief. Above you, someone new had entered the room, David’s face was distraught. And tear stained. His focus shifted from you to the offending stake that still protruded from your gut. His hand ghosted over the top of it.

“We need to take it out.” Paul said.

“No.” When David spoke, it was firm and calm. It mirrored nothing of his expression. “It’s the only thing keeping her from bleeding out. We take it out now and we kill her.”

“We have to do something!” Marko implored. He watched the way your chest staggered up and down. The room was uncomfortably silent for a moment, besides the harsh gasps of your lungs.

“She needs to kill.” Dwayne spoke up.

David nodded solemnly. “We know. But she can’t. We can’t go out there and she’s in no condition to go on her own.”

“Then what the hell are we going to do, David. Huh?” Paul asked. “She’s going to die if we don’t help her.”

They all watched you closely, Your eyes were drooping slowly closed, struggling to hold themselves up. Black spots filled your vision until you could no longer see the blurry shapes of people above you. Your eyes slipped closed again. There was the sound of shuffling and the nauseating smell of more blood mixing with yours. You felt the warm blood ooze down your throat and cool, smooth glass on your lips. When you found enough strength to pry your eyes open, you saw David with the bottle of his blood clutched in his grasp.

“We leave as soon as the sun goes down.”

~~

David left the minute the sun had slipped beyond the horizon. He was bleary eyed and drowsy, but he pulled himself to the nearest part of town to find anyone. The other boys stayed crowded around you. You had gotten worse quickly. The bleeding from the stake had slowed down, however so had your breathing, and your body had paled. You lay limply on Marko’s lap as Paul and Dwayne traced soothing lazy circles on your skin. Their focus never left you. The three of them tried desperately to keep you talking, bringing the glass bottle upto your lips whenever your body wandered a little too far, though eventually the effect of David’s blood began to wear thin and your words turned into little hums and groans of pain. When David finally dragged the struggling man through the entrance to the cave, all bodies perked up. The four vampires helped ease you up, urging you towards the man. Your fingers found flesh.

“That’s it Y/N.” David spoke softly. “Come on, you know what to do.”

You had seen them do it plenary of times. You let your mouth sink into the man’s skin, your teeth piercing the flesh and drawing blood. You swallowed it thickly, it tasted sweeter than you expected. More addicting. As you drank, the fire in your stomach dwindled down to a throb. That was, untill it was forced from your body. Gasping in pain, your hands slipped from the still man in front of you and your body slumped to the ground.

Part 2 • Masterlist

[fandomnerd9602]

Yandere!Lena Luthor creating a kryptonian!reader as a boy toy

Kara: Lena I want you to meet my cousin, Y/N

Lena: (seductively) well hello there. Kryptonian?

Y/N: yea. How’d you know?

Lena: I could tell by your perfect physique

Lena slinks up to Y/N, purring a little

Kara: I’ll leave you be. (Flies away)

Lena: what do you say to being mine and only mine?

Y/N: I say that sounds wonderful.

Lena: fly me home?

Y/N picks her up and flies away

[ozarkthedog]

Celebration time!!! (Hope I’m not late)

Ok I’m stuck between Tommy Miller & Santi Pope. You know what, let’s go w the former, spice me up bby!

💀 📝 prompt #134 “Touch yourself.” But the catch is: it’ll be rough/dubcon/DILF(?) but he’ll make reader beg for it

ILY you silly goose 🥰

warnings: 18+ only. mdni. BFD!tommy miller x f!reader. dubcon. age gap. inappropriate touching. choking. grinding. barely there fingering. no beta.

word count: 934

author's note: thank you so much for this prompt and for waiting for-fucking-ever for me to fill it. 💙

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

“Shit.” Your friend says while looking at her cell. “I gotta take this. I totally forgot about my weekly call with my mom. I’ll be like 30 minutes.” She gives you a remorseful look before running along the edge of the inground pool and into the house.

You toss your towel onto the chaise with a sigh. Guess you’ll be enjoying the pool by yourself. You pop the cap on the sunscreen and begin applying the lotion when you feel the unnerving feeling of someone watching you.

“Mind if I join you?” A deep voice sounds from the deck attached to the house.

You raise a hand to shield your eyes from the sun to see your friend’s dad, Tommy, making his way down to the pool. His dark curls bounce as he walks and his shirtless, tan chest displays a chiseled physique with low hanging swim trunks.

He gives you a sly smile as he brushes past you and slinks into the adjoining sun chair. You feel his eyes scan your body from beneath his sunglasses while you continue applying the sunscreen despite wanting to cover yourself up. 

“C’mere. Wanna make sure you’re covered head to toe.” Tommy dips his chin to the place between his burly thighs. 

You give him a timid smile. “Uh, that’s ok. I think I’m good.” You wipe your hands on your towel and look towards the pool.

“I won’t take no for an answer.” He insists. “You’re staying with us during spring break. So, while you’re under my roof, you gotta follow my rules.”

You sneak a look at the house while you make your way over to the older man, praying your friend doesn’t come out, as you sit between his thighs. “Don’t worry. Her mom usually keeps her on the phone for a while.” He says as you hand him the bottle of sunscreen. 

His words don’t make you feel any better. 

Tommy rubs the lotion onto your skin, smoothing his hands all over your back. His skilled palms slide under your bikini straps and dip around the curve of your ribs and brush the swell of your breast every so often. Your belly flips under his touch despite how wrong the situation feels. 

The ache between your thighs grows substantially as he smooths his hands down your spine and into the top of your bikini bottom. His fingers tease the curve of your ass forcing you to bite back a whimper. You’re desperate to quell the growing ache between your thighs the more he works. 

Tommy shifts his legs, nudging you in the process and making your cunt grind against the sun chair. A faint whimper falls from your lips at the nerve bending sensation and you freeze on the spot.

“This feels good, huh?” Tommy quips, pushing his thumbs into the curve of your lower back and forcing your core to push harder onto the chair.

Your chin meets your chest from the salacious contact and your eyes flutter shut from his illicit touch. “Yes.” You respond, breathless.

“I wanna hear you.” Tommy grunts into the shell of your ear when he pulls you close. His bare chest molds to your dewy back as he holds you in place with deft hands locked around your arms.

A hot wave of arousal drips into the lining of your bikini. “Tommy, I don’t-” You start but when he rolls his hips lewdly into your ass all sensible thought goes out the window.

“Why you not doin’ as I say, Sugar?” He gives your body a curt shake before tightening his grip. “I wanna hear you beg.”

You gasp as he rocks his growing length into your ass once more making your core glide gloriously in the slick stained crotch of your bikini. “Come on.” He murmurs, licking a hot stripe down your neck. “Let me hear it.”

“Tommy, please.” You surrender softly. 

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” He grunts before shifting his hold and wrapping one strong arm around your waist and the other locked around your neck. Your hands grasp his arm cautiously as he secures you in a chokehold pressing his bicep against your neck. “Makin’ me fuckin’ hard. Keep goin’, Sugar.”

Fire blazes in your belly as he forces you to grind against the chair just the way he wants. His cock presses obscenely into the curve of your ass moving your two bodies in sync.

“Plea-” He tightens his arm around your neck, turning your sultry beg into a pathetic squeak. 

Your heart beats rapidly against your ribs when he cuts off your air flow. Your fingers dig into his arm as the pleasure escalates. Your lungs burn and your cunt spasms around nothing as your orgasm is on the precipice of flinging you over the edge.

He grunts behind you, pushing and shoving your throbbing core as his hips move faster. Your mouth bobs like a fish desperate for water as tears fill your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation. You begin to shake as every nerve flickers with rapturous sparks.

“Oh, you silly little thing.” He patronizes before stilling his hips and spoiling your imminent bliss. “I said, I wanna hear you beg.” The arm locked around your waist loosens only for him to slide a nimble hand into your bikini bottoms and circling your swollen clit. 

Your body writhes under his depraved touch but your desire blinds the sinful act.

“If you cum before I’m satisfied, you won’t like what I have planned.” He threatens with a terse flex of his bicep cutting off your air once more.   

“Now, beg.”

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Is there any change u can do a human miles quaritch x male human reader where he is in the army with him and he got them badass tattoo and shit and miles and him there dating (obvi) and like a lot of people want her and like people come and ask to to hang out with him all the time cuz she's like very popular and shit and he's like good friends with Lyle and like one day when a group comes to him and asks to hang out and he's like yea sure and Lyle comes along and some of the people get a little too touchy with her and when they're done hanging out Lyle just directly goes and reports to the colonel, and he gets like jealous and shitmaybe like a makeout session at the end or sum

Hehe yesss! :3cc Thank you for your patience!

Please tell me if anything is off, I haven't written for a male reader before but I'd love to add some diversity into fics for folk! So please feel free to send criticism or tips ;3

Lil short but this was very fun! I love human Miles and jealously 😈

Human Quaritch X Male Reader

You'd been at the base long enough to get closer to the regular faces. Folks that tended not to go home after rotations, the ones that lingered here on the moon planet year after year.

Year one you'd caught the eye of the Colonel. You were to die for and he staked a claim early on. Not that you minded, you were equally pulled in by his charms. Plus the advantages of dating such a powerful man.

Whether you were in the gym together admiring his physique or feigning indifference when he got you your tattoo, you were inseparable. Well as inseparable as you could be, down side of dating the Colonel was his schedule.

He'd make it up to you tracing your tattoos or pulling you away some place private but he'd been sent off on a longer mission. Just one week away but it was more time then you'd ever spent apart.

You dejectedly poked at your evening meal. Just 3 more days you repeated in your head, a little mantra to get you excited. He'd be back soon and in the meantime it wasn't like you were without friends.

The rest of the group jostled around, loud laughs and crude jokes filling your heart. You'd always been quiet popular around base and didn't have too much trouble making friends in any field.

"Y/n!" Lyle sang in front of you. "Someones looking down!" he joked, earning a kick under the table. Lyle laughed hard as you glared at him. It wasn't a secret that you were Quaritch's boyfriend just weren't keen on being teased tonight.

You'd invited him to join you and your friends for meal. Not everyone was always so keen to be chummy with the bosses right hand guy but you liked Lyle. He was a laugh a minute and you needed that right now.

"Aww does our friend need some company." Another guy chirped in, a newby you'd tried to shake loose earlier. His arm slinking over your shoulder as his face drew closer. His breath fanned over your ear and you shuddered. "I can keep that bed warm."

"Not a chance." You sneered pulling yourself free, knocking him back a little. He wobbled on his chair gaining a laugh from your actual friends. Well everyone bar Lyle, if looks could kill this guy would be better off out there in the jungles alone.

You caught his eye and his expression shifted immediately, laughing along with everyone with little mirth. Soon enough good chat and jokes had washed away any bad feelings and you were about to head off.

"See you tomorrow Y/n!" You friend chirped, clasping your hand and tugging you into a quick hug. You said your good nights, friends jostling you about as everyone parted.

Still feeling a little giddy from time spent you turned to Lyle, frowning as you caught a tight expression.

"You alright man?" You quizzed, frowning at him.

"What? huh, yeah fine." Lyle grinned before waving his good bye. You left feeling a little stunned but far to tired to probe further.

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The next day passed in a blur. Tasks to be done, things to sort out, all normal until you spied Lyle. He jogged down the hanger bay bellow you, towards the landing area.

Odd, your sure the science team hadn't made a move to head out. Lyle wasn't often out for missions with any other group so you followed round the catwalk.

You almost called out when you saw him talking to Quaritch but stopped yourself. You were too far up to hear whatever words passed but the face Miles pulled concerned you. What on Earth could have him so furious so quickly.

You fought it better not to rush to him immediately, better to wait for whatever it was to cool off. You didn't see him again until after you'd showered.

You exited, the steam rolling after you as you entered the bedroom. Quaritch sat on your desk chair, elbows resting on his knees, jaw ticking. His icy eyes lifted to you and you smiled at him.

There was a glow to his skin, warmed by the sun and his body was still shining with a thin layer of sweat from the heat. He didn't return the smile, simply pulling you against him in a rough embrace. You couldn't help but melt against him.

You both remained that way for a moment before he pulled back, taking you chin in his fingers.

"Who are these friends of yours?" He spoke, voice stern and commanding. You were confused a moment, until you remembered the face Lyle had pulled at dinner.

"Wait are you jealou..." You began, his lips smashing against your own before you could continue. His kiss was rough, biting, far more demanding than normal. Still you couldn't help but nip his lip as he pulled you closer to him.

He growled, separating from the kiss but keeping his forehead to yours.

"You know what boyfriend means right?" He kept his gaze locked on yours. You rolled your eyes, hands linking behind his neck.

"Yup, means I push off losers who flirt with me." You answered, leaning in to capture his lips again. Miles' hand slipped round to hold your face, the other still at your bare hip, pulling your chest to his.

You let him deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue past to taste you, his grumbling turning to a moan. You pulled back again, lips just brushing as you spoke again.

"Lyle and you are over reacting, those guys are my friends and that asshole's got nothing on you. Your mine." You assured, watching his pupils blow out. Darkening eyes stared back hungrily as you smiled back.

"Your early by the way, I missed you." You continued before your breath stuttered. Miles bent low, taking you by the knees making you wrap your legs around his waist. He mouthed against your throat, sucking at the tender skin as he walked you back towards the bed.

"Missed you more."

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You had toiled away at dinner. Been up since the wee hours of the morning doing so. Spent a lot of time on your hair and makeup. Poured yourself into a form-fitting, sophisticated little number that flaunted your physique. You were a radiant hostess for your friends and Kyojuro’s coworkers. But you had spent the entire day on your feet, pouring your heart and soul into your Thanksgiving feast, ensuring everyone was having a wonderful time. 

You have always been like this. Selfless despite the pain radiating through your muscles and the pulsating soles of your feet. So naturally, once Tengen settles into the spare bedroom—he’d had too many drinks to drive home safely—Kyojuro decides to reward you for your generosity.

Kyojuro is as agile and soundless as a cat, slinking into the kitchen to discover you laboring through dishes. You aren’t the wiser, Airpods muffling out the world around. Luckily, your dress is short and stretchy enough for him to slip between your supple thighs to put his mouth to work. 

Though he’d gorged on the savory meal you prepared earlier, his sweet tooth was still begging to be satiated.

Of course, you aren’t wearing panties, you naughty thing. Kyojuro smirks, dragging your dress and apron up the swell of your ass, beholding your beautiful flesh from his place on his knees. Cold air coats your pussy as Kyojuro parts your ass cheeks, baring you to his ravenous gaze. You jolt when you feel his steamy breath kissing your steadily slickened labia. Your legs quake, but you catch yourself on the counter, the bowl in your hands clattering in the sink. A wet, flattened tongue parts through your puffy lips honey-slow, ripping a gasp from your throat.

“K-Kyojuro,” you laugh. Soon after, moan wantonly, his slippery appendage swiping the span of your pussy hole to your puckering anus. He hums in reply, the vibrations of his voice sending pleasant currents through your body and causing your toes to curl. You reach back to thread your fingers in his feathery, cornflower locks after placing your Airpods on the counter. Pitch your hips backward to bury his tongue between your cheeks. “W-what brought this on?” Your voice caught between a whimper and a giggle whilst agile fingers spread your slick labia open.

Betwixt the greedy slurping sounds and gentle pops of his lips plucking at your clit, Kyojuro breathes, “Wanted to show you how much I appreciate you, darling.”

Kyojuro wastes no more time, tonguing down your cunt like a man starved. Tongue making several expeditions up and down your cunt, working you into a fevered mess. The vigorous pace at which he eats your pussy, sends you barreling forward onto your elbows, further pressing your fluttering cunt against his tongue. He hums against it, thanking whatever higher being for blessing him with such a fabulous meal to sate his palate. You make a note to cook like this for him more often, if only to be rewarded handsomely for your deeds like this in the future.

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Budding Romance | Ch. 20

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers | Themes: angst, guilt, fluff

warnings: none

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"Friendship." A familiar conversation with Xavier.

It was Monday. The store was always closed on Monday. It was a rare day he wished it was open to distract him. Lingering at the back of his mind like the a fly buzzing and darting around the room were thoughts of her. 

Just a few nights after seeing her, he had a dream he could only describe as a soft nightmare. It had been an intimate moment with her, too intimate. It startled him awake, chest heaving where he could still feel the dream-state of her fingers on his bare chest and the imaginary sensation of the way she said his name against his ear. 

What the hell was that…

Slinking himself out of bed, he grabbed his gym bag. It was the one place he felt his head could be clear. The smell of the rubber mats, the feel of the cool metal bars against his skin, the way his body could once again in a small way feel the weight of what his sword used to be in his hand. He incorporated a few old techniques he'd used to maintain his knightly duties and physique. His body wasn't quite in the top condition it once had been, but he liked to try to maintain a certain level of strength, just in case anything happened. And the way things had been going, it was all the more reason to do so.

He focused on the movements, the rhythm. Count the reps. Breathe. Rest. Switch sides. Repeat.

By the time he got to the backtrackers' local secret facility that day, it was late morning. There was a briefing, and a few rounds of status reports. 

Xavier was a brilliant leader, sharp, and assertive. Anyone of his upbringing was taught a great deal of strategy, negotiation, and war tactics. How he applied those skills to the missions and leading their group was no different. But he wasn't perfect, and lately the group tensions were high. Jeremiah assisted wherever and however he could. For as long as he could remember, that's how it had been. For everything. 

The kinds of power, positions, and pressures that Xavier held had never been desirable. There was never due cause to envy him. Jeremiah, being  confident in all that he was, had always garnered enough likability to never feel the need to strive after it. Even back in school, his position as a vice captain had even garnered enough attention to have him surrounded by girls at lunch hour, eager to hear his stories. The little bit of popularity, leadership, and respect of peers had been enough. Xavier, for all the power he carried, he noticed was often alone, and often purposefully so. Either because of his title, his protectors, or personal desire to keep people at bay.

That had changed a little when he'd met her. She had a way of always being in his business. He had a way of letting her in. Jeremiah knew immediately that they were each others' weakness. For a time, it was a fun thing to explore and exploit, on both sides. He never once thought to be jealous of it.

He'd never once felt he could be jealous.

So he couldn't explain the way he felt now after the meeting, standing on a balcony of a cafe with Xavier, the bite of ice in his veins when glancing over at Xavier's phone he saw several notifications from her.

Jeremiah swallowed hard.

"You know Xav, a new barbecue place opened up. You should take her sometime.”

"I'll suggest that. But why are you bringing that up to me now?"

"We discussed this. You could... you know." He wasn't sure why he hesitated. "Start letting her in to your life again. She's different here but it's good, she's amazing and-"

"Do I spy a plant that needs pruning?"

"Nope! Nope." He lifted his hands defensively. "I'm just saying. You know you need each other."

"You know about the non-interve-"

"Screw that! You obviously don’t care. Think about it." He spat in irritation. "You're not the only man in her life."

Xavier's eyes darkened. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

Jeremiah looked away at the crowds over where they stood on a balcony, suddenly feeling panicked. "I mean- she hangs out with other guys. Often! First of all that weird painter she bodyguards for on occasion. Slippery, that one. We’re keeping an eye on him. She also goes out from time to time with, uh, some guy? I’m not too sure. George it was her doctor but I find that hard to believe. I'm just saying, Xavier..."

His friend's lack of reaction paired with the steely blue eyes that seemed to be scrutinizing him made him shake his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Never mind. I just don't want to see her get hurt because you decide to play too carefully."

"Lauren was good for you, you know." Xavier nodded with a sad smile, the sudden shift in topic almost startling to Jeremiah.

“What?” Jeremiah felt his arms cross a little tighter, unable to help his thoughts from going to the few days prior at the Linkon memorial. “That was a long time ago, Xav."

Seeming to ignore him, Xavier looked out at the sky. "I told you before. None of us could have known." The breeze rustled the blondes hair. "I want you to find your happiness again. I don't like seeing you like this. I didn't like carrying you out of the shop that day."

A pang of guilt hit his chest at the memory of pacing all night. Of feeling sick to his stomach and how weakly he’d called his friend that morning. “Yeah? Well. You didn’t have to come.” 

“But you asked me to.”

Jeremiah found his shoes very interesting in that moment, using the edge of his heel to smooth out dirt smudged there. “Thanks.”

A few unspoken words burned in his mind.

I just wanted what you had; I wanted someone to look at me like that –like I was worth existing for. 

The fear of it was something he’d been pondering over the years. Would things have worked out? Did he rush in because he loved her, or because he wanted a love like someone who was so endlessly devoted to wait for centuries. 

It wasn't until she appeared again that he began to feel that dull ache of desire again, as if the wound had been re-opened, the desire to be wanted, or at least less lonely. It was like a spreading disease. The more time he spent around her, the more the ache grew.

He had considered a dating app, entertaining the idea of making himself more available, even just around the few places he frequented, considering possibilities. And for what? The looming prospect of his future here haunted him as much as it did back then. Xavier was right. Human lives were futile. To outlive them was worse.

As he brooded, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Xavier had a terrible memory, but when it counted, he remembered, and he could be surprisingly thoughtful. 

A familiar bartender walked over and gave him a nod. "You two want some of the real stuff?"

Jeremiah laughed, nodding at the fellow Philosian. "I didn't think you had any left."

"I keep some around."

In response, the brunette grinned, shrugging a shoulder up at his friend. “What say you, Highness. Should we splurge?”

Xavier made a face at the mocking tone, but there was warmth there. “Why do I have a feeling this tab is on me?”

A few minutes later, the men had followed the bartender down the descending steps into the familiar speak-easy area. They seated themselves at the bar stools, and the bartender reemerged holding two small shot glasses with a flask of shimmering golden liquid.

"Bottoms up.”

Both men took it, clinking glasses together, tapped their glasses on the counter, and knocked it back. The liquid consisted of Philosian flowers fermented into a sweet liquid, glittering in a way that earth liquids could not. It felt like home. Already he could feel the warmth of the liquid in his chest, and the tingling in his head. Nothing like the gross, weak earth stuff that he’d sworn off. 

"Hey," Xavier mused, a question in his tone, after the bartender had left to tend to others approaching the bar.

Jeremiah gave a nod. “What’s up?”

“How often do you see her?”

“See who?”

“You know who.”

“Oh.” Jeremiah swirled the empty glass, trying to look like he was ruminating. “Not often. She’s a busy huntress you know.” It wasn’t a lie. It just happened to be that he had seen her recently, so it almost felt like one. “Why?”

“Just curious. She asked about you the other day, that’s all.”

Jeremiah wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the topic but his heart was beating. “Weird.”

Xavier ordered another round, ending the tab there. “I thought so too."

He took the second glass and knocked it back, then stood. “I should get going. I think I’ll take her to that barbecue place you mentioned.”

Jeremiah nodded. “Thanks for today. Good luck.”

A sick feeling returned to his stomach. The dream from that morning returned to his mind and he tried to wash it down. It wasn’t like him to feel jealous. It wasn’t like him to have dreams like that. So why now?

And why not? She’s not with him. No. Stop this. Don’t think like that. 

A photo came hours later. The two at the restaurant, and Jeremiah felt his stomach twist. She looked happy. He looked happy.

So Jeremiah shut his phone off and went to sleep, hoping for dreams that wouldn’t make him wonder in the morning about how things would be different if he wasn’t such a devoted friend.