#also that only his red eye is sheep-y

[locksox]

Etho sheep?

For the art game

i had such a vivid image of etho with long fluffy curly fleece all covered in redstone dust from just. wiping it off on his legs as if they were pants LOL

[heathermason6060]

Daryl Dixon x f!Reader Smut: Missing Matchmaker Merle

Warnings: Smut, degradation, minor alcohol consumption, unprotected p in v, NO use of (Y/N)

Summary: You and Daryl distract each other from missing Merle.

Notes: Wanted to try the idea of Daryl thinking he wants super rough sex, but he finds out he doesn't really like it that much when you indulge in it. GIF found from Pinterest from user vallie

Taking a hot shower was something you used to take for granted. But after arriving at the CDC and having the chance to not only clean, but sanitize yourself, you made every second count. You even fucking shaved. 

When you heard Jenner would also be serving dinner, you could've thrown up in excitement.

“C'mon, quit actin’ like a pussy and drink.” 

You rolled your eyes at the redneck's words, but shrugged and waved him forward anyway. He grinned in success and filled a cup with red wine, nearly spilling it on your chest with the way he shoved it towards you.

The shift in the atmosphere the last few hours had been remarkable. Not too long ago you were in the first stages of accepting your possible demise, standing behind Shane and Daryl as they fought to get Rick away from the doors. Now here you sat between Carol and Daryl, drinking some of the best wine you'd ever tasted, enough food on your plate to fill your stomach the way it was meant to be. 

You barely heard Daryl whisper beside you over the happy chatter of your group. “Watch, he's gonna turn all red, Koreans all got an allergy to alcohol.” 

You couldn't help but break into a grin at that, shaking your head in amusement. He looked too excited for you to correct him so you just chuckled, and tried not to fall from your chair when he playfully elbowed you in your side. 

The sight of Lori and Shane in the little library foiled your plans to read before bed. You only watched for a second, it looked like they were arguing, trying to keep their voices down despite their frustration. 

You rolled your eyes and turned on your heels, annoyed you'd have to settle on something in the rec room. 

As soon as you turned the corner to walk down the hall, you bumped into a chest so hard you lost your balance. Their hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, and when you heard that teasing southern accent you immediately felt your mood lifting. 

“That wine make you blind? You Korean too?” He snickered as he helped you right yourself. 

It was incredibly refreshing to see Daryl in that light. He was in a great mood, not drunk but buzzed enough to keep a grin on his face. 

“Fucking Shane and Lori's in there.” You grumbled playfully, crossing your arms in exaggerated annoyance. 

“Huh, what're they doin’?” His voice lowered to a nosey whisper and he nudged you back to peek around the corner. He immediately pulled back, bumping into you again, a look of disgust on his face. “Fuckin’ white trash. Actin’ like Rick ain't right down the hall.” 

That had you turning into a nosey busybody and you went to see what he was talking about, but he had already nudged your shoulder in the other direction to the bedroom halls. 

“C'mon, let's go do somethin’.” He didn't wait for an answer as he continued using his body to guide you down the hallway, reminding you of a sheepdog, which amused you to no end. 

“Like what?” You smirked as he shouldered you into one of the rec rooms. There were a few loveseats, bean bag chairs, a long couch and endless shelves of things. Board games, card games, sketch books and those really expensive high quality colored pencils, markers, you name it. You could spend the rest of your life in this room and die happy. 

“Hell, I don't know.” He shrugged and went to look through the shelves. You watched him in the doorway, your lip tightening at the side when you realized he was desperate to take his mind off Merle. Shit, you were too. You missed the fuck out of Merle Dixon. You'd grown extremely close to him, he wordlessly accepted your vulnerability of being the black sheep and Daryl related to it. They treated you like some weird adopted family member that one playfully flirted with and the other jerked off to. 

“Wanna play uno? I'm suspiciously good at it.” You finally shut the door and walked over to him with crossed arms, aware of the way he tensed when you got closer. 

“Uno? The fuck? Hell no.” He scoffed and aggressively flipped through the games on the shelf. “This is like some fucked up retirement center.”

“What'd you expect? An Xbox full of two player games?” You watched as he pretended to read the back of a card game box. 

“Psh. I don't know. Let's go fuck with Glenn -”

You grabbed his wrist before he could rush past you and laughed. “Leave the poor kid alone. He's gonna be so fucking sick tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, I guess. Threw up on my couch.” He muttered, remembering the way he'd had to drag Glenn to the couch in his temporary bedroom. 

“Course he did. You kept pouring wine down the kids' throat.”

You had a few minutes of friendly banter, suggested uno again, he suggested strip poker, you suggested skipping the poker, and soon you were grinding against his knee behind some of the book shelves.

“I want it dirty. Want it raw.” He huffed as he feverishly unbuckled his belt. “F-fuck, you're so hot.”

You grinned and leaned in to bite his bottom lip, earning a delicious whimper from him. You dug your teeth down harder and pulled back, feeling his dick twitch obscenely against your hip. 

“Want it dirty, yeah?” You drawled and kissed down his neck, switching between biting and biting hard. 

“Yeah.” He breathed and fucked his hand, clutching onto your hair with his other. “You think,” he faltered as you bit down on his nipple, his words spilling into various curses and slang you couldn't understand. “Shhh-fuck” His voice cracked in a way that was absolutely fucking adorable to you. “Y’think, you could, on top-”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You made your way back up to his neck, reaching to unbutton the rest of his shirt, but he stopped you. You didn't question it, you just sat him down on one of the loveseats and climbed in his lap. 

You looked over your shoulder at the door, even though it was shut anyone could just walk in, but Daryl grabbed your chin and forced you back against his mouth. 

You fucking loved the way he kissed. It was so hot and sloppy, his tongue diving everywhere in your mouth, licking every spot he could reach. When you pulled back to breathe, the skin around your lips felt wet, just another thing to make your pussy wetter. Daryl Dixon being so messy and dirty drove you insane. 

“I like the way you kiss me,” you slurred, your hands sliding up your pajama shirt to grope your own breasts. “Who would've thought you were such a needy whore.”

“Can you blame me, woman? Shit.” He thrusted up against you as he admired your form over him, your lips parted and your hair in your face, you looked hotter than every single pornstar he'd ever seen. He came harder to you than Sasha Grey. 

You maneuvered out of your pajama pants and slipped back in his lap, sliding your pussy against his throbbing cock. 

“Fuckin’ goddamnit.” He sputtered and grabbed hold of your hips for dear life. He rolled up in sync with you, nearly cumming when he saw the way his head would push through your folds each time your hips slid back. 

It was easier to get him inside you with you on top, you didn't need to worry about him slamming into you like last time. You took your time, enjoying the way he curled his upper lip in frustration, his eyes locked on the way his dick disappeared up inside you. 

“Fuck.” You drew your word out as you finally sat down on him, his dick sticking you like a skewer. 

You opened your eyes when you felt him grabbing your right wrist. He brought it up to his throat with no hesitation, a new boldness filling him that you didn't expect. 

You scoffed and laughed, the sound making his hips jerk roughly up into you. You obliged though, grabbing hold of his thick throat and squeezing. 

The situation you found yourself in was something you could easily get used to. You leaned back, keeping yourself upright with your grip on his neck. You rolled your hips in a way that served you, using Daryl's dick to get off. The way you fucked him was completely foreign to him, he'd never seen anything like this in the tapes he'd steal from Merle. 

You moaned when he bucked into you, and you had to take a moment to steady yourself. You released his neck and grabbed his chin, your thumb slipping between his teeth, holding him like a hooked fish. He looked up at you through his lashes and bit down gently, his hips rolling slower now. 

“You're a fucking mess.” You hissed with a smirk, looking down at your work proudly. Now he was the one who needed to be in a filthy magazine. His cheeks and lips red, his eyes half lidded and dark, his teeth bared and biting on your thumb. He was sweating like crazy and you were impressed he hadn't come yet, must've been the wine. “God I missed your dick.”

You weren't sure how it happened but soon you were pressed against the wall, your thighs wrapped around his back and his dick rearranging your insides. You couldn't moan even if you wanted, he was so rough and fast that all you could do was gasp in each breath, your eyes rolled back and your mouth hanging open. 

His thrusts slowed and he pulled back from biting your neck to nip the side of your jaw, making your eyes roll back to focus. 

“Slap me.”

Your words didn't register to him for a second. He lifted his head and furrowed his brows in confusion, although his rough thrusts didn't even budge. 

“C'mon, you wanted it dirty, didn't you?” You sneered, and a book fell from the shelf next to you when your head thudded back against the wall after a deep thrust.

He went to speak, but he only let out a long breath, and that's when his thrusts started to slow. “The hell you want that for?” 

You were caught off guard by the look on his face. He looked equally confused and almost… insulted? Hurt? 

“Cause it feels really fucking good. Hey, you don't have to, alright?” Your breathing came back under your control when his thrusts stopped altogether. 

You could tell you upset him. You slid your legs from his waist until your toes touched the floor, and his dick slipped out of you. 

“Hey, it's okay, alright?” You reached to touch his chin but he tilted his head away, no longer looking confused, moreso disappointed. 

You bit your bottom lip and thought. He was in no state to make any further moves so you made it for him. You pulled your clothes back on and took him to his bedroom, making sure to close and lock the door. You turned the lights off and laid him down on the bed before climbing on top of him. 

“I just wanna make you feel good, can I do that?” You murmured softly, sitting on his lap and stroking his cheek. 

That seemed to get to him and he gave in, nodding once without meeting your gaze.

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” You promised and kissed down his cheek, deciding against being rough with him the way you were before. 

“Never gonna hear me say that.” He snorted and intertwined his fingers in your hair, gentle, something you hadn't experienced with him. It was like a switch was flipped and he was a completely different man. 

Daryl melted under you as you worked him over with soft touches and kisses. You took your bottoms back off and took his dick back out, giving him a few strokes to get him hard again. You wasted no time in slipping him inside you, thankful there was little resistance with how wet you had become. 

You settled down on him, placing your hands on his chest to balance yourself, your fingers pinching the buttons on his shirt as a way to ground yourself. His dick sent you to other places. 

You fucked him slow, taking the time to feel and appreciate each time his tip rubbed against your sweet spot. He breathed noisily under you, giving the occasional grunt or quiet whine, his hands resting on your hips. 

Flipping your hair to one side over your shoulder, you leaned down and kissed him. You led this time, just moving your lips against his, slow and deep and without the use of your teeth, no matter how badly you wished to hear him whimper. 

He sat up and wrapped his arms around your back to turn you over, somehow managing to keep his lips on yours the entire time. 

You felt your muscles sigh in relief when he laid you on your back in the soft bed. You let out a soft happy breath when he slid his hands up your sides, content in just stroking your skin. He wasn't fucking you then, it was something different. If you were stupid you'd call it making love. He thrusted deep and slow, his hips moving on their own accord. Each time he plunged back in he'd exhale deeply through his nose, tickling the skin of your upper lip. 

Daryl was the one to break the kiss, he leaned back on his heels to look down at you.

“So damn pretty.” He mumbled, his eyelids struggling to stay open. If he wasn't drunk on the wine he was drunk on you and this new way of having you, a way he never even considered. This was it, he thought, this is how he wanted to have sex for the rest of his life. Swallowing each other whole, touching and caressing every inch of skin. 

His eyelids didn't feel so heavy when he saw you suck in a deep breath. Your eyes closed and you grabbed at your hair and breast, your head lolling to the side, your mouth hanging open, your face all twisted up-

You came hard around him, shuddering and gasping and whimpering as you enjoyed your sweet orgasm. It was so different, so drastically different from the last one he gave you. You didn't feel like you were on fire, clawing at your skin with your throat raw, you felt like you were being slipped into the warm black lake that was Daryl Dixon. 

“Daryl, oh my god Daryl.” Your words slurred in your mouth and he leaned down to kiss you. He wanted to swallow every little noise you made. Wanted to swallow your breaths, wanted to swallow you. 

“Ss-shh-fuck.” He bubbled against your lips as he came, forgetting to pull out again. He didn't give a shit anymore. He moaned then, such a beautiful noise that it nearly shattered your heart. So shameless, he didn't hold back at all, letting you hear all of it, all that you earned from him. 

He ground his hips into you well after you both finished, making sure every last drop of his cum filled you up. He buried his face in your neck and rolled his hips, his rough pubes grinding against your throbbing clit. You'd never come that way before, not without at least a little outside stimulation, the fact he made you cum from penetration alone changed your life for good. 

It was hard to bite back any further words. You moaned softly at the feeling of his dick still dragging against your walls, nudging against you each time in a way that was nearly too much to bear. 

You looked at him with admiration. He looked beautiful. You reached up and ran your hand over his short hair, wiping the sweat from his brows. He looked at you, something he needed great courage to do, and sighed. 

He couldn't think of anything to say. He felt ashamed, embarrassed, he'd been so deeply vulnerable that it physically hurt him. He swore he'd blow his goddamn brains out if you laughed or made fun of him. 

But you didn't, you just smiled up at him with that dangerous look on your face that had his heart racing. It should've relaxed him, but it didn't, it made the muscles in his shoulders tense. 

“Do you want me to leave?” You whispered as you stroked his cheek, fully prepared for him to go back to the same old Daryl Dixon you knew and tolerated. 

“Do whatcha want.” He breathed, finally pulling his soft dick from you. 

“Good. Then I'll stay.” You leaned up on your elbows and kissed his jaw before slipping into the bathroom. 

When you climbed back in bed he was pretending to be asleep. You scoffed quietly in amusement and pulled a thin sheet over the two of you, curling up behind him. You decided that wouldn't suit you so you turned over and wrapped your arm around his waist, nuzzling your face in the back of his neck. 

You kissed the skin there once before pressing your forehead against the same spot, closing your eyes when you felt comfortable. 

Daryl stared at the wall in front of him as he felt your fingers softly fidget with the buttons of his shirt. They soon stilled and your breathing slowed to a point where he could barely hear it anymore. Only then did he close his eyes, and secretly enjoy the way you held him. 

The next morning was awkward when you woke up and saw Glenn still passed out on the couch.

@ophelialaufey @carlgrimesgfofficial @theskinniestjackson-denny @dilfish-daydreams

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

Y'know, I find it really interesting (and hilarious) that somebody can Corrode into something that looks even freakier (or at least weirder) than the E.G.O's source Abnormality. I have to wonder if they could freak/weird-out their matching Abnormalities lmao.

Putting a bunch of text under the cut.

Using the E.G.Os/Abnos in the images as examples:

The Rose Hunter is at least arsed to look vaguely like a normal dude 90% of the time (discounting his thorny stem/root lower half as seen in the E.G.O splash art background for Hong Lu's version of Lasso). Corroded Lasso Faust is similar. Corroded Lasso Hong Lu, however, is basically a rose with two long stems tied into lassos and his "lower body" connected directly to the horse, with only part of his ponytail left. Not even getting into the fact that both his "torso" and the horse's abdomen are "bleeding" rose petals and the fact that the horse's rein is tied around Hong Lu's neck akin to a noose. He actually reminds me a bit of a Nuckelavee with the really long arms and being directly connected to the horse.

The Heavenly Executioner's Scribe is a pretty simple statue-looking thing. Meur's Corrosion is a bit funky with the little hands on his wings, his floating hands, and funky mask... But his Corrosion is nothing compared to whatever the hell Corroded Pursuance Rodion has going on lmao. She's got chains and she seems to have eyes on her eyes. Eyes for days.

Der Fluchschütze is a variant of Der Freischütz but red, basically. Pretty simple design, nothing fancy. Both of the Fell Bullet Corrosions are pretty goddamn weird compared to Der Fluchschütze's design, with Heathcliff's version turning him into a giant heart filled with guns while Yi Sang's version turns him into a sentient reflection stuck in a jury-rigged mirror+gun setup, but Yi Sang's version of Fell Bullet isn't in the game yet, so we do not have the sprite, so I just put Heathcliff's Fell Bullet Corrosion there. To be fair, it deserves to be here. Der Fluchschütze would definitely be confused as to how it could cause... that.

The Dreaming Electric Sheep is... Well, it's a sheep alright. With really long, clawed legs and a bunch of spikes sticking out of its wool, but it's a sheep alright. Meur Corrodes into this E.G.O hard. Compared to Don's Corrosion, he goes full Sheep. Which just makes me wonder why he's got that weird Demogorgon-looking meat-flower-flap face in his attack, while the Dreaming Electric Sheep's version of the "Electric Screaming" attack does not have that. Sheep Meur, y u have weird meat flower face. His head is also inside the wool 90% of the time for some reason...

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Just thought of this idea just now.

Can you do a smut with a yandere greek god of war x water nymph reader, with the nymph being chased by the god until he caught up with her and takes her to his bedroom, and the whole love making thing is more consensual?

Sure!

A/N: Also, sorry I'm answering this late again. Hurricane Helene came over my state so I was literally(and still am) preparing for the worst.

You were a water nymph. A lonely one at that. Also, a confused one, because you grew up alone with only water and the sealife to keep you company. You didn't even know what type of water nymph you were, all you knew was that both of your parents didn't want you. And so, here you are, living your life on the shore of some tourist beach.

"Do you always sit there?" A man with brown skin, red hair, and purplish-blue eyes asks, sitting next to you.

"Yeah, pretty much. I don't exactly have anywhere else to go," You respond, enjoying the feeling of the waves touching your feet. "What about you? Do you have anywhere to go?"

"Of course, I do. I go to lots of places," The man answers, blushing a little. "Say, what's your name, cutie?"

"Aqua...Aquata. Or at least that's the name others have given me But I prefer Y/N." You answer, getting up.

"Y/N, where are you going?" The man asks, seeing you walk into the ocean. "Y/N? Y/N!"

And with that, you're in the sea filled with inspiration. If he could travel everywhere, then you can too. Your first stop was the island that the sailors call Sirenum Scopuli. It was flowery and pretty, and the women were welcoming. For some reason, they said you smelled familiar to them.

Your next stop was the island of Thrinacia, where you found a crying cyclops.

"Excuse me, if I may ask, why are you crying?" You ask, standing in front of the cyclops.

"He took stabbed me in the eye! I'm blinded! I'm blinded! I can never see my beloved sheep again!" The cyclops cried, making you feel pity for the poor creature.

"Oh, I can fix it if you want. I've healed many eye injuries before," You say, getting an idea.

"Really, you'll fix my eye? I'm in your debt for eternity," The cyclops exclaims, a smile on his face.

"Yep!" You say, diving back into the water, and returning with the eye of a giant sea squid. "I've performed this plenty of times on animals. Hold on, I need to get the eye out."

You pull the cyclop's eye out and put the squid's eye in its place. You work your magic on the eye and use the liquid inside it to weave your magic through his nervous system.

"Ok, try blinking. Do you see anything?" You ask, standing back.

"YAY! I CAN SEE AGAIN!" The cyclops yells, jumping around and clapping. "THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"

"Don't mention it, big guy," You exclaim, kissing his cheek.

"Here, take sheep's wool. It can be used to warm you up during the cold," The cyclops replies, giving you a cloak.

You accept the gift and continue on your way. As you travel through the ocean, an arrow strikes your arm. You scream in pain, your blood dying the water around you red. You hear men screaming above and force yourself to see the same red-haired man from the beach.

"YOU FOOLS! HOW DARE YOU HURT MY GODDESS?!" The man screams, letting his wrath decimate the soldiers above him. "My goddess, are you ok?"

"You? What are you doing here?" You ask, gripping the wool cloak.

"My dove, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Good."

He kisses your lips, and a wave of memories comes flooding back. You haven't been back on that beach in years. You've been living with him, your dear husband, Ares. One day you got into a fight with him, ran away, and had been aimlessly wandering through the human world until you eventually pushed everything concerning Ares and your life with him to the back of your mind.

"Ares?" You gasp, feeling his hands cupping your cheeks.

"The third. Ares the third," Ares says, looking into your eyes. "I had been looking for you for five long years. Do you know how much it hurt me to see you not recognize me on that beach?"

"Ares, listen, I...what were we even fighting about?" You ask, straddling your husband.

"I...we were arguing about your family-our family-both. Your family wanted to reach out to you, I was talking about wanting a baby, it all piled up and we had a really bad fight, and no words could describe how sorry I am. I should've let you reach out to your family, and I shouldn't have tried making a family of our own as if it was an acceptable replacement for your family."

"Oh...Ares. I-Is my family ok?"

"Yes. They've been living at my castle since you disappeared. They'd love to meet you."

"I'd love to meet them too."

~~~~~~~~~

"Welcome home, my goddess," Ares says, removing his hands from your eyes.

"Mom? Dad?" You say, seeing a siren and Triton.

"Hi, sweetie. We've got a lot to explain, but I think your husband really wants to talk to you. We'll be waiting at the dinner table," Your mom says, nudging your dad to say hi.

"Don't worry, I will return your daughter to you in a walkable manner," Ares says, guiding you to his bedroom.

The door shuts, and Ares is already kissing your body.

"Do you know how long I've missed you, missed your body?" Ares murmurs, kissing your neck as he slips his dress off your shoulders. "Please tell me you remember my touch?"

"I'm sorry..." You say, guiltily looking at Ares.

"Don't worry about it. I'll make you remember again," Ares whispers, feeling you up.

"A-Ares!" You moan as your husband kisses your breasts.

Ares sucks on your breasts as he pushes your dress off your ass. The two of you fall on the bed, and Ares grasps your hands. You see his toned chest peak through his white v-neck blouse and stare at it.

"Oh, you want my clothes off too?" Ares asks, holding back a smirk as he looks at your cute face.

"Yes, please. Take it off. Take it all off," You plead, rubbing your leg against his crotch.

Ares does as you say and you gawk at his glorious body and skin.

"What? Never seen a god before?" Ares mocks, stroking his 7 1/2-inch cock.

"Wow..." You gasp, closing your legs as Ares crawls towards you in all his glory.

"Don't worry, babe. I won't make a mess out of you," Ares responds, kissing your pussy and lining himself up at your entrance. "I'm going in."

"Mm!" You moan, your husband not moving to let you adjust.

"You're ok, you're doing good. I know it's been a while since you've had me inside you," Ares moans, resisting the urge to thrust. "Are you ready, my goddess?"

You nod your head and he begins to thrust. You gasp as a wave of pleasure washes over you, your hands gripping the sheets. Ares grabs your hands, guiding them so they're gently around his waist.

"You look so amazing!" Ares moans, speeding up. "I love you. I love you so much! I love you so much, I'll be with you even after the mortals move on to the next set of gods. I love you so much I'd kill the entire world and the pantheon for you."

"I love you too, Ares!" You moan, making your husband tear up.

He orgasms inside of you and kisses your sweet lips. His tears fall on your cheeks, and you look at your husband with pity. The genuine love for you flowing through his tears, send you over the edge, and you cum on his cock.

"Aw, honey, don't cry. I'm sorry I forgot about you," You apologize, kissing your husband's head.

"I've seen the bloodiest of slaughter and entire people wiped out from genocide, but you're the one thing I could never forget," Ares cries, laying his head onto your boobs. "Please don't leave me like that again."

You start to cry and wipe your husband's tears away. You kiss him, feeling his heartbeat calm down.

"It's ok, I won't leave you again," You say, touching your forehead with his.

[cowgirlcherrie]

totally clueless! ❀*ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: 90s! house-sitter! Abby x college! bratty! bimbo! fem reader

synopsis: The year is 1995, California, Beverly Hills. You were in your sophomore year of college, starting adulthood when your dad decides to leave the mansion in the hands of a house sitter who you thought was a buzzkill and in return, she thought you were a brat. You were totally and indefinitely clueless.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, hyper femme black coded reader, making out, heavy body touching,tad bit of smut, mostly supposed to be comedic and funny, strict-ish parents(if you squint), partying, alcohol mention, slight manhandling, mutual pinning, teasing, closeted reader (also if you squint), wet daydreaming, enemies-ish to lovers,

a/n: if you watched the movie then you would know that it naturally has this comedic bubbly, unserious aura to it, which I tried to emulate here (the ones that get it, get it)considering that it does take place in the 90s as the fic does too, there is heaaavy usage of 90s slang, so if the some of the dialogue seems cring-ish or theres phrases where you’re like who says thattt??? 90s slang. A lot of the scenes mirror ones directly from the movie! just a heads up, but this is a treat to all of you so I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it ! <3

POP! 

The bubble of your bubblegum collapsed into your glossed lips as you chewed vastly out of irritation. Here you stood at your 10am debate class, uninterested in today’s flash debates but it was part of your final grade —the thought of an ugly red F on your grade report frightened you, it was nothing that white out or your pink decoration tape could possibly fix. Some would say that you were overdressed for school, wearing a matching pink set and platform heels that sparkled on your ankles making you look flashy as you walked. All you could do was tap your hands at the side of the podium as you moved your hips from side to side, watching as your professor paced around the classroom giving his warm-up speech. Your debate opponent was a girl named Cheryl, her outfit visibly lackluster compared to you which you found to be too grey, matching the bleak wall of the classroom. Now you didn’t know Cheryl well, besides the fact that the girl had been a walking airhead and a terrible debater. This should be an easy A. 

“Okay y/n…Cheryl, your topic is— should public schools require uniforms?” Your professor stated, making his way to his desk to be out of the way of the students. You widened your eyes in excitement, sending a smirk and wink to Cheryl who only rolled her eyes back at you.

“Cheryl will take pro position, Y/n you will be con, 5 minutes”

“So,” You begun, taking the gum out of your mouth, throwing it into the trashcan behind you. 

“Hypothetically, wearing uniforms is the equivalent of being unimportant, and that’s what the school system doesn’t want us to be—correct? Uniforms signify unity thus why it's called uniforms...duh! But it creates a false sense of security. Because if we all look the same then that means we all think the same which is totally buggin’, I mean- think about it this way. At my 5th birthday party, my daddy got all of my friends the exact same pink outfit, how would they know it was my birthday if we were all wearing the same thing? I was going postal, and he didn’t put my name on the cake! All I’m saying is, if maybe the school system ditched wearing the same outfits, maybe we would know how to separate a wolf from a pack of sheep” You finished your speech, sending a bright smile to the audience who clapped and cheered as you flipped your hair behind your shoulders in response. Your professor, staring at you furrowing his eyebrows at your response. 

“Uhh— right, and Cheryl?”

“How am I supposed to answer that professor? The question was: should public schools require uniforms and her response has nothing to do with uniforms” Cheryl combatted, staring at your professor displeased. You simply shrugged which earned a laugh from your best friend Dina in the front row. 

“Hello…Would you want someone to wear the same thing to your big day,” You claim in a know-it-all tone making Cheryl roll her eyes shouting, “Whatever!”

As if an angel had been ringing a bell, class was dismissed. If you were being honest, you thought your response should have earned you an A in the class, perhaps a gold star with a “Good Job” underneath. Oh- you could dream. Your heels clinked across the tile as you reached into your bag to pull out a fresh stick of gum. Popping the tough pink goodness into your mouth, groaning in satisfaction as the flavors liquified on your tongue. 

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“Oh snap! Williams on your six, her outfit is hella fly” You whispered to Dina as the two of you trotted down the hall. The both of you let out a fit of giggles as you sneakily turned your head to catch a glimpse of Ellie Williams who was walking right past you. She was a part of the skater clique, with baggy jeans and a tank top decorating her body as she kept a roughened-up skateboard tucked under her arm. The sight of her was enough to make anyone drool, even you who was the campus’ unattainable girl. 

“Oh my!— JNCO jeans and guess what underneath?” You challenged Dina, smacking your gum in your mouth. The two of you made eye contact, rushing to look at Ellie’s waistband.

“Holy cow”

“Calvin Klein!” The two of you shouted in sync, followed by a shriek. Any outsider who had seen the two of you would have thought that you were fangirls, the way you giggled and twirled your hair. Eyeing people up and down the hall as if they were hunks of meat. It was all a girl could desire. It got even better when you got home. Dina dropped you off, considering you didn’t have your license and the two of you went to the mall directly after the debate class had ended. This meant the weekend was slowly approaching, as the bright California sun beamed on you. 

Your heels walked up the steps to the mansion, swinging the bag in your hand as you hummed material girl by Madonna. Putting your pink keys into the door, walking in feeling as if the house no longer felt warm. The air must have cut off, making you frown as you close the door behind you.

“Daddy, I’m home!” You shouted, making your way into your dad's office to see what he had been up to. Ever since your dad started working from home more often, it seemed as though he occupied himself more with work than spending time with you. Frequently you wondered if he even actually remembered your name.

“Daddy?” You question, peaked your head into his office only to be met with silence again. 

“I’m not your daddy, but let me know when you find him” A voice comforted you from behind. Shocking you at the softness, getting ready to pepper spray the intruder that was in your home. 

“Oh, Snap! You almost killed me,” you exaggerated holding your hand over your heart as you looked at the woman in front of you. Your eyes transitioned from startled to lustful gaze as you looked the woman up and down. She was giving you a similar look. You liked what you were seeing, a hot shot. The woman in front of you wearing a blue polo crewneck which you could moan at the sight of. There was nothing like good fashion that turned you on quicker. Her hair was long, a piece tucked behind her ear exposing her ear that was decorated in piercings. 

“And who are you?” you questioned defensively,  now crossing your arms across your chest. 

“Abby,” She instantly put her hand out for you to shake, withdrawing it when she saw that you weren’t taking it instead you gave her a disgusted look, as your nose scrunched up.

“House sitting for your daddy, while he’s away, I go to college across town.” Abby teased as you smacked your teeth in response. Who did she think she is? Coming into your home and disrupting the safe space that you have created for yourself. She was the first person to try it. It did excite you. Typically people gave up talking to you at the slightest attitude you gave, but Abby didn’t wanna give up. Perhaps you met your match. Abby’s eyes glanced over your body looking at the outfit you wore. Slutty she thought, looking back up at your face, specifically your eyes admiring the soft makeup you had on and long lashes that made you glow. 

“A little bit much for school don’t you think” Abby picked, tugging at the hem of your skirt making you swat her hand away.

“As if!— people don’t do enough” you snapped. Now you weren’t opposed to having a little bit of fun. With Abby? You were down to do all of it. But part of you felt guilty, your wishful thinking turning sour. What would your father say if he saw his house sitter and daughter eating each other’s faces off? 

“You’re a buzzkill” you sassed Abby watching her reaction her body withdrawing away from yours, turning her head slightly in disbelief.

“And you’re a brat” she spat making your mouth go wide.

“I don’t like you” You confessed, finger jabbing into her chest, your body pushing forward, getting closer to her.

“Suck it up!” Abby snapped, pushing you back against the door with a loud thud as her hands resided against the office door, caging you in. 

“Eat sh—” 

With that Abby roughly grabbed your chin leaning her nose close to your neck. Her breath heated up your neck as her lips made a trail from your ear down to your neck, no pressure applied. "Say you don't want me," She whispered into your neck, and that’s when you smelled her. Ralph Lauren, a classic. Your nails scratching her arms in need, quickly clamping your thighs together feeling a sudden wetness pool beneath you.

"I don't.." you moaned out as Abby moved up to your lips this time, her hand still gripping your chin as she cast a chaste kiss on your glossed lips. She hummed at the taste of bubblegum. It was sticky, but it didn’t bother her. "You sure?" she questioned pulling apart quickly for air.

You pulled her back in, "No" Your hands entangled in her hair as she deepened the kiss, detaching her lips again, making you whimper in disappointment. Instead, her lips went to your neck, this time laying actual kisses across your brown skin as she swirled her tongue against your neck. Her hand was under your skirt as she played with the hem of your underwear before moving back to the outside of your skirt, her hands tugging them upward to bunch up the fabric in a fist. In return, you grabbed a fist full of her hair as broken moans escaped your lips. Your body slightly grinding into hers, lips parted as she redirected her hands back up to your chest, groping, slightly squeezing, making you moan again.

“hey!”

Abby’s fingers snapped in front of your face as you blinked rapidly. There was no lipstick marks on Abby’s lips, your skirt was still intact and untouched, of course none of that was real! your body felt warm, like the heater suddenly started to work within the mansion. You wonder how long you were in that day dream as it felt authentic, wayyyy to real to be something that didn’t happen. did Abby feel it too? Abby gave you a confused look wondering why your bambi eyes suddenly turned into a startled doe stuck in the headlights.

The house phone started ringing. You pushed Abby off, fixing your skirt as you bolted into the kitchen to get the phone. Picking up the phone off of the stand hitting the green button in a hurry, hands shaking.

“Hello, l/n residence, y/n speaking” you answered, leaning against the marble kitchen counter trying to catch your breath. The adrenaline pumping through your veins as you tried to fix your appearance swiftly. Even though no one else was in the house besides yourself and Abby, you grew conscious that someone was watching you through the phone. You ran your hair through your curls, twirling some strands for the sake of definition.

“Y/n, its Dina! I got deets,”

You let out a sigh of relief, you were just glad it wasn’t your father. The man would have asked you everything under the sun. Like what you were wearing? Why you were breathing so hard, and how was…Abby. Right, Abby. As if she had been called, Abby promptly walked into the kitchen adjusting her crewneck, her lips a saturated shade of pink from the peppermint chapstick she owned that slightly numbed her lips with a plumping, tingling sensation. Abby was now shoulder to shoulder with you. The fabric of her crewneck rubbing against your short sleeve shirt as she reached into the microwave to grab the bowl of popcorn, which has likely fallen cold at the exchange the two of you had. 

‘Spill!” You gushed as you bent down to take off your heels to which you felt your hands being slapped away as Abby was now on her knees to assist you seeing that your hands were doing nothing for the straps on your shoes. Your mouth was agape watching as Abby was on her knees for you, her hands softly grazing your bare legs which made you close your mouth quickly. She was lucky you didn’t kick her in the face.

“Ellie just asked me on a date! She’s takin’ me to the skatepark, and then we are gonna meet you in the valley, at the house party on Friday” Dina confessed, making you gasp. For two reasons 1. Because Dina finally got the date with Ellie 2. Abby had been toying with you. This time you did kick her sending a gentle jab to her chest which resulted in her throwing her hands up, snatching your heels up in one hand before grabbing the popcorn bowl to walk away. 

“Sweet” you dragged leaning against the kitchen counter as you tapped your pink nails against the marble. You paused for a minute before a light bulb went off above your head, and a good idea plagued your thoughts.

“You should come over! Check out my stylin’ new closet, I have the perfect outfit that you would totally rock!” You jumped, twirling your hair as you danced in the kitchen.

“Daddy said no company and no parties” Abby shouted, still teasing you about the first impression you made on the girl, making you throw up a hand before walking into another room.

“It’s no biggie, one problem though, I got a house sitter, and she’s kind of a downer?” You whisper lowly into the phone, hoping that Abby wouldn’t hear you from where she sat on the couch.

“Is she hot?” 

You groaned rather loud not bothering to answer Dina’s question. Yes, Abby was hot. You were already starting to cool down but the dirty thoughts of Abby absolutely wrecking you clouded your brain tremendously.

“Just come over, D” you finished, hitting the red— end call button, making your way back into the kitchen to put the phone back up on the stand. 

“Where you goin’ ?” Abby questioned, her curiosity getting the best of her. She sat on the couch with her legs kicked up as she watched a movie on the television. Her eyes not breaking contact with the screen in front of her.

“To go play dress up while I plan how to save my best friend ” You whined, and there it was again. That fucking attitude sent Abby into a spiral. You loved exaggerating your tone, the way Abby’s eyes would go dark before giving you the most raunchy response made your legs buckle underneath you. Slowly you picked your heels up that Abby had gracefully taken off, her eyes finally looking at you, she blinked fast letting out a sigh, redirecting her eyes back to the tv screen. 

“Whatever,” Abby snickered as you shrugged, bolting up the stares. You were totally clueless. The moment you shared with Abby rather fast but you couldn’t get the thought of the girls hands all over you of your head. But you had better things to worry about, right? Like the valley party and playing cupid for Dina. 

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“Does this look hot?” You implored, running your hands up and down the form-fitting baby pink dress. Your curly hair, freshly washed, moisturized with curl-defining cream. It was free with the front twisted back in rows of 4, secured by white butterfly clips to match the cropped white cardigan resided in your hands. Today was Friday, and you swore you had nothing to wear. Your room looked like a tornado ran through and shook the room— clothes covering the beige carpet, but you couldn’t be bothered to fix it. You wanted something hot, something that screams I came here for a good time. Due to Dina’s absence, there was no one to tell you if you looked okay or if the outfit was so last year. So narrowing down your options, you ask Abby. Walking over to where she sat on the couch, one arm up resting behind her head, as her legs were crossed on the coffee table. You pushed your body in front of the tv screen, standing dead center to Abby.

“Dude seriously?” Abby growled, moving her head in different directions to see around you. 

“—Move”

“Abby, don’t be a loser… just help me,” You whined, begging the girl to look at you just once. Abby didn’t budge, so instead you moved closer standing in front of her on the couch, it was as if she was trying to ignore you. That only made you more frustrated begging the girl some more. “— Please Abs, just look” and that’s when she did, her blue orbs aligning with yours, flickering down to your body. 

“Nice dress, who are you all dolled up for?” Abby’s voice was low, turning down the volume of the tv to hear your voice,

“Party, remember? I was on the phone with Dina about it yesterday,” yes, yesterday, how could Abby forget about yesterday. Truth is she couldn’t, spending her night in the guest bedroom thinking about all the possibilities that could have happened if the phone just didn’t ring. Abby nodded simply, wearing a stoic expression on her face. 

“Right, Dina” her name rolled off her tongue, dragging out the ‘a’ and emphasizing the ’n’ in your best friends name.

“Yeah she’s my friend, and she has a date, so you’re helping me”

“What about yours?” Abby wondered tilting her head at you, causing you to throw your sweater at her face instead, collapsing next to her on the coach with a loud huff. 

“My what?”

“Your date?’ 

“I don’t have one because I don’t want one— chill out!” You declared sinking into the couch as Abby snatched the sweater you threw at her off her face, throwing it back at you. Shifting her body to look at you next to her. 

“Jeez, no need to be tight, get loose” Abby assured, putting her hand on your shoulder. Your body tensing, feeling a sudden burst, like a recharge, as Abby’s hands touched your exposed skin.

“I need to go…” You mumble, suddenly feeling small again, the way you felt when Abby had your back against the office door with her head tucked into your neck. 

“Put that,” Abby pointed at your white sweater “on.” She finished, taking a sip of the glass of water that was in front of her on the coffee table. You were confused, under the impression that the outfit didn’t need any more redirection, it was simple and the cardigan would crowd the rest of the dress

“I thought the outfit was fine…” You argued, unbuttoning the buttons on the cardigan,  

“Put it on,” Abby hissed “It’s cold out” she corrected herself, breaking eye contact to put the remote back in her hands. Abby turned the volume up on the tv, she was suddenly cold. It seemed like this was the game she played, giving you just enough attention to keep you going and then taking it all back like it was the biggest mistake she ever made. Now at this point in time, as you got to know the girl there was a solid 10 things you liked about her and another 10 that you absolutely despised. You’d consider her a friend, even though her snarky attitude made you think otherwise and the fact that she almost devoured you on the glass floor. 

You walked off, headed for the front door — reaching onto the round table, at the entrance. Grabbing your purse which was naturally filled with lip gloss, pink gum, Nokia, and your wallet, swinging the small white bag over your shoulder. Preparing to twist the door knob, you paused releasing that there was no way for you to get there. Dina was with Ellie so that was a no and you couldn’t drive yourself, no license. You let out a sigh as you realized the inevitable was going to happen. 

“…Abby!” You exclaimed from the door, as your body leaned against the front door, swinging the purse back and forth in your hands.

“Yes?” the girl shouted back from the other room.

“Can you give me a ride, I can’t drive” you exposed shyly. Now this was embarrassing, you thought. You were a college virgin that couldn’t drive. But your road test was tomorrow so at least you could eliminate one of those things. You were anticipating Abby saying no, which means you would have had to turn around and trot back up the stairs, watching the Breakfast at Tiffany’s vhs on repeat until your eyes closed. 

“I-uh-  Sure.” Abby hesitated. Not because she had second thoughts, but rather because she wasn’t expecting you to actually ask her let alone keep things friendly. It was typically common for you to ask for help but it didn’t seem like Abby was one of the people that you’d want it from.  You let out a sigh of relief, the sunken feeling in your stomach going away as Abby made her out of the living room and to the door, jiggling her keys in her hand as she pushed you to the side to open the front door.

“Let's get you to that party, shall we?” Abby flashed you a smile while motioning for you to exit the house first making you smile back. Her kindness eased your heart considering she spent the 24 hours so far,  treating your existence like a job. At times it felt like she was your babysitter, the next thing you know she would say no more shopping! and freeze your credit card in a block of ice. You wanted nothing more than to grab the girl by the face and give the most heated sloppiest kiss on her lips, but choosing to control your urges you gave Abby a swift kiss on the cheek instead. Running out the door and to the parking garage, failing to catch Abby holding her cheek where you left a glossed kiss mark

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The party was a bust, an absolute disaster. You regretted going slowly after an hour of being there. Dancing on the dance floor with Dina as the two of you twirled around each other to the beat of the music, but this was interrupted when Ellie dragged your best friend away, leaving you alone and now at the alcohol table, looking to see if they had anything other than alcohol on the table. Somewhere along the night, you lost your white cardigan, but you weren’t mad about it considering it was your least favorite.

Reaching across the table to pour cola into the red solo cup, you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat from behind you. Jesse, a member of the skater clique was best friends with Ellie. Now you weren’t interested, yet Jesse had been pretty keen on hanging around you but you would rather not. There was rumors going around campus that he liked you, but you completely disregarded it, that was your good friend, and there’s no way he could of mistaken your kindness for flirting. The boy was nice, slightly ditzy but he wasn’t your type, and by type, you just didn’t like men. But you couldn’t outright shout, I’m gay and men are cute….NOT! At risk for being called every slur under the sun. In the past, you have tried countless times to set Jesse up with Dina, but that ship repeatedly crashed before it could sail. Instead, your face scrunched in disgust, as you turned around again pretending that the contents in your cup were more interesting. 

“I like your dress,” Jesse spoke up from behind you, leaning his hand against the table, once again that skateboard of his tucked underneath his right arm. You looked at the boys outfit which made you cringe, a white tee with a flannel on top, with khaki shorts that didn’t even match.

“Thanks… I would love to compliment you but the khakis are clashing with the plaid…” You commented dryly, bringing the cup up to your lips, drowning in the fizzy soda. There was a pregnant silence, and suddenly everything was awkward. It’s not like you wanted to have the conversation instead your body rocked to the music as you lip-synced the lyrics. 

“I love this song…” Jesse coughed out making you acknowledge his existence again. 

“Rad!” You claimed, walking off to go find Dina, who was now next to Ellie at the dining table, you were glad she was having a good time, even though you were not. But you felt as though you were getting in good deeds which had been certainly better than nothing.

As you entered the room, another girl, who you have known to be Nora, did as well, with an old business card intertwined in her fingers. You squinted your eyes at the card when it clicked for you what was happening,

“Hey everyone! let’s play suck n’ blow” The girl exclaimed causing you to throw your head back in annoyance. Suck n’ blow was fun when you didn’t have someone who would fuck up the game and use it as an excuse to lip-lock with the girl that they found the most attractive. At the table stood, Nora, who was next to Ellie, followed by, Dina, Jesse, yourself, and other members of the skate clique completing the circle. As the game started everything was going well, Everyone was moving fast yet successfully transferring the card from one set of lips to another. Finally, it was your turn, Jesse holding onto the card, leaning into your face just enough promptly dropping the card and slamming his lips on yours. You shrieked as the crowd laughed and cheered making you push the boy off of you, rolling your eyes at the boy who was looking at you with a smirk,

“You can’t even play the game correctly, it’s called suck n’ blow for a reason, are you mad!” You shouted, playfully punching Jesse in the arm. Your hand hit the table picking the card back up and handing it to Nora who was going to restart the game.

“Excuse me,” you excused yourself from the table feeling your Nokia buzzing from your purse, rushing to the backyard which didn’t seem to get anymore quieter, picking the phone out of your bag and to your ears

“Hello~” you sang sweetly as you paced around the pool, watching the bodies slam into each other, laughter being heard from the individuals in the water.

“Sweetheart, where are you, I called the house and Abby picked up saying you were out, do you know what time it is” It was your father. You tried to think fast the quickest way to get out of the current situation that you were in.

“I went shopping, in the valley with Dina of course…” You lied bringing up your nails to your arm scratching your bare arms at the cool air that blew past you.

“The valley? Jesus- Y/n get home!” your dad yelled on the other side of the phone, ending the call promptly before you could argue. Despite being grown, you were still a little girl in your dad's eyes. His first and only daughter and after the absence of your mother, he was certain to not let you out of his sight. You rolled your eyes, typing the house number into the number pad, listening to the rings before the signal connected.

“Hello, l/n residence—”

“Abby! Glad you answered, can you pick me up, I’ve got to head out — Dad called, thanks for that by the way” You confessed, making your way out of the backyard gate and around to the front lawn which had been overly decorated for the occasion.

“Be there in 10,” Abby asserted, having no problem with picking you up.

“Did you know you are the best Abigail?” That was the first time you used her full name in a sentence, She wasn’t opposed to you calling her by her name, rightfully so, but the way it rolled off of your tongue brought a smile to her face. If it was anyone else she would have been quick to correct them, telling them not to call her that. You were pushing every nono she had, but she was too enamored to correct you.

“Don’t flatter me—” Abby assured, hanging up the phone without saying goodbye. You smiled to yourself, maybe it was all the good deeds that you have done, but you weren’t sure why you were continuously given kindness, especially from Abby who didn’t owe an ounce of it to you. your smile departed as you saw Dina and Ellie coming out of the front door of the house and meeting you at the front lawn.

"Y/n! Leaving so soon?" Dina shouted, letting go of Ellie's arm, running to you to give you a gentle hug to which you returned holding on just as tight.

"—Yeah, it's time for me to head out, road test tomorrow I have to be up at 9" You grumbled letting go of your best friend, eyeing Ellie who gave you a gentle smile. You thought Ellie was even prettier in person and you were glad that your best friend found someone just as cool and creative as her, even if you weren't a part of the same clique. Your eyes redirected to behind Elie seeing Jesse which made your smile drop instantly, turning back to facing Dina at your hip.

"Where are you headed?" You questioned seeing as it looked like the trio was preparing to leave as well

"Skate-park, I would ask if you wanted to join but it seemed like you were rather occupied" Ellie suggested, wiping her hand across her nose and sniffling slightly. "No biggie!" You claim as you put your phone back in your purse. Jesse opened his mouth to speak, tripping on a piece of gravel as his solo cup lunged forward spilling all over your dress. You let out a gasp at the sudden cold liquid traveling down your dress and your legs, leaving a wide wet spot on your dress.

"My fault! I'm-"

Before you could respond to his cries of apologies, A black car pulls up in front of you, honking the horn as you locked eyes with Abby in the driver's seat.

"Uhm...I gotta go, see ya" you stuttered, voice shakey as you waltzed to the passenger side of Abby's car slamming the door behind you as the trio watched you with a fearful expression. Abby began pulling out of the spot she temporarily parked in, making her way back to your house with ease. You were silent.

"Where's your sweater...shit what happened" Abby questioned finally seeing your appearance that was rather messed up. contrasting to your usual scent of vanilla and cake she smelled cheap vodka and fruit juice. Keeping her eyes on the road, Abby reached into her glove compartment handing you napkins which you took in silence. Abby was startled by your silence. You rubbed the napkins down your dress, rings clashing with the fabric, tears pooling in your eyes as you did so. Your body shook as silent sobs escaped your mouth, lips quivering as you wiped your dress. At that point you had no clear direction, your tears mixing with the wet fabric only adding to the dampness of the napkin. You repeatedly wiped your dress, ignoring Abby like she wasn't there, whispering a ray of "I'm sorry" as your hand-worked fast to fix the issue, but Abby pulled over next to a random house, stopping the car

"Sweetheart let me see," Abby was gentle with you, hitting the light above the two of you, grabbing the napkins from your hand as you cried while she wiped away the loose liquid on you. Sniffing gently Abby was muttering "You're okay" under her breath as she continued to use the last of the napkins.

You sniffled, "Do you think I'm a bad person, Abby" you questioned between tears as Abby looked at you in confusion. Where was that coming from? You bring a hand up to wipe the tears away from your face, anxiously twirling a curly strand in your hair, looking at Abby through your eyelashes.

"Y/n, you're one of the most genuine people I know...and that means a lot to me considering I've only known you for almost 48 hours. I know enough to know you aren't a bad person" Abby affirmed. Fixing your dress with her hands as she reached over giving your hands a squeeze. "Then why do I feel like a bad person?" You begun,

"M-My life is a disaster! —I was so focused on giving my best friend a good love experience, somewhere along the way I lost her, it seems like she doesn't need me anymore, maybe I'm buggin' -don't get me started on my dress…" you ranted, no longer crying as you broke your silence.

Abby's jaw clenched, she didn't know what to tell you, or how to soothe the clueless expression you wore on your face that wasn't without some form of intimacy. True Abby would kiss you until you forgot about the problem you were going through, she was holding back.

"Listen don't beat yourself up, you're a beautiful person unlike most I've met in the hills, and you wanting what's best for your friend is a clear sign of your selflessness" Abby assured you, now putting the car in drive and continuing the route she was taking now that you were in a slightly better mood.

"God I feel like such a buzzkill!" You shouted, hitting your head against the headrest which felt more like throwing your head on a pillow thanks to your curls.

"you're not me," Abby teased as you now were laughing with the girl next to you. You were amazed at the fact the girl was able to transform your sudden sadness and give you the encouragement that everyone neglected to give you. You just wanted a simple reminder that you were doing good and Abby gave you just that

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It was day three of Abby housesitting the mansion and you will admit, you have grown to like the girl. She brought a different energy that challenged your norm and every rule you ever set for yourself. Sitting on the kitchen counter in your matching lapel collar cropped blazer and skirt set. Your hair was styled differently today, A simple puff as it gave the small hoops in your ears a chance to shine, and brought attention to your eyes.

"How did your test go?" The road test. Which you failed the first time, but it was an absolute miracle that you passed it. You have learned from your mistakes! No longer hitting the curb with an oops, instead hitting all of the marks perfectly. You reached over the counter holding up a white slip with a BIG-inked signature.

"Uh huh-- that's right, I passed" You sassed in enjoyment hopping off the counter to dance around the girl. Abby laughed at your behavior as you flashed the white slip in her face,

“Guess that means you won’t be needing me anymore,” Abby joked, nudging your arm to which you gave her a really? look. “Who says I won’t need you?” you exaggerate looking at Abby with your arms crossed.

Abby shrugged, “Just sayin’ in a few hours, you go back to being you and I go back to being me.” Why did she have to remind you of that? You were too caught up in the moment to realize the fun between you was actually coming to an end. You’ve gotten used to her company, loving that the girl teased and hackled you like no other. But you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Who said we have to act like we don’t know each other” You offered, as your soft moisturized fingers traced up her exposed bicep, muscles flexing under the fitted short-sleeve top she wore.

“I just assumed that’s how it would be,” Abby carried on in a knowing tone.

“My dad likes you, and he doesn’t like anyone, so you can be over as much as you like” You continued, spinning around, prancing to the counter digging your hand in the bowl of freshly washed grapes.

“and do what— exactly, I’m not playing dress up with you” Abby assured making you knit your eyebrows at her response. Bold of her to assume that you’d want to style her, you thought she was perfect as is.

“Who said we are going to be playing dress up, more like- putting down the biggest WWE match as I am scream—”

“That’s enough,” Abby shut down as you teased her. You were such a tease. She could practically feel the hair on the back of her neck as you said that. Abby wasn’t a hook-up person, she didn’t do that. Thinking that’s all you wanted, she wasn’t going to stand for it. Abby said nothing else instead shifting past you to make her way back into the guest room as she was packing her stuff. You frowned watching her walk away from you, hundreds of questions popping up in your head as she got further away from you. Were you coming off too strong?

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Nightfall has fallen over meaning you had 4 hours left with Abby and you didn’t speak to the girl in 6, since the kitchen incident. While you were writing in your diary with your fluffy pink pen in your room that’s when it all suddenly clicked for you. Glancing at the paper where you had written hearts all around her name you wrote in cursive, sealing it with your very own kiss next to it. You liked Abby. Those 10 things,

10 . The way she challenged everything you said

9 . The way she teased you to make you laugh

8 . The way she wore her hair down because you said you loved it more than when she wore it in a braid,

7 . Her patience with you

6 . Her style, which you would do absolutely nothing to change

5 . The scar on her cheek, which apparently, she got after a soccer game her freshman year of college

4 . The way she moved your curls out of your face, saying she wanted to see your eyes more

3 . The way she encouraged you to keep going even when you made a mistake

2 . Her smile when you said anything that remotely made her laugh

1 . The way her lips almost met yours, yearning for a single taste

That’s it! — you like LIKED Abby,

“I like Abby!” you shouted, gasping as you slammed your journal shut at your epiphany. Rushing down the stairs in your matching pink pajama set. As your foot hit the top of the stairs preparing to ascend downwards but you stopped yourself on the imperial staircase, collapsing on the ground, throwing your body in defeat. There was no way you could tell her now, How could she like you? — She even said it yourself, you’ll keep doing you and she’ll be herself. It was all temporary. You rubbed your palms into your silk pajama shorts thinking of everything you could possibly say, all possibilities sounding like the worst one. Ignoring the sound of wheels on the tile stopping in front of the door in front of you.

“Why do you look like a kicked puppy,” Abby spoke up, her hand holding the telescopic handle of her suitcase. You have lost track of time, she was heading out in about 3 hours. You hadn’t realized that all the time you spent in your room was like a princess being locked away in a castle. You eyed her, black trousers and the same white t-shirt tucked into her pants secured with a belt. Her hair this time was in a braid, and now you wondered if you imagined the whole thing. Abby walked up the main stairs, taking a seat next to you.

“Are you here to say goodbye, or were you just gonna leave?” You snapped eyeing the girl in front of you.

Abby scoffed, “did you want me to?”

“Duh…It would of been morally right but maybe I need to chill out” you confessed

“No,no I wanted to” Abby confirmed. The two of you sat in silence for a minute before you broke it, slicing the thick air with your powerful words.

“Abby, that is brutal, the truth is I don’t want you to leave… I really like you Abby” you confessed tucking a piece of your loose curls behind your ear. Abby watching you with pure bliss and sincerity.

“You…like me?” Abby questioned, checking if what you said was right.

“Yes, and it pains me to see you go because I don’t want you to think I don’t want anything more but I do and I want to spend every mo—” Abby shut you up with a kiss. That was it! she finally kissed you! It was romantic, and beautiful, like your lips touching a bed of flowers, you could almost feel your body ascending off the floor. The kiss was long as you leaned into her body that locked perfectly into yours like a puzzle piece. Her lips were smooth, most likely from the peppermint chapstick that she wore that contrasted your glossed pink ones. The two of you pulled apart as her head rested against yours, breathing heavily.

“I want to take you on a real date” Abby confessed, which made you give the girl a shy smile as she stroked your cheek, “you know, to buy you real flowers, show you a bangin’ time” Abby finished as she bought out a tiny slip of paper, shoving it into your hand as she was now getting up adjusting her clothes,

“When you’re ready, give me a call”

You watched as she walked away in amazement, eyeing her backside as she walked with much pride. Abby grabbed onto the handle of her suitcase opening the front door, stopping to give you one final look. Abby lifted her hand to her lips blowing you a kiss, which you mimicked blowing one back. You were never certain about anything until now, tears pricking your eyes in joy as you smiled at the girl leaving.

“Oh, I will!” You sassed running in the opposite direction of the stairs up to your room.

While some may say happily ever after was overrated, you thought otherwise. What you thought was going to be a nightmare turned into the best 4-day weekend, you’ve ever had in the hills.

[stonesilhouette]

Red, White and You

Yandere America x Fem. Reader

TW: Kidnapping | Non-consensual Kissing (just for a second) | Suggestion of Public Proposal | Violence ((Y/n) gets hit with a bat as a method of kidnapping)

I told myself I was going to write something for my favorite dumbass's birthday so I threw this together. So no promises on the editing. If I ever get around to it, Canada has one of these too.

I also kinda hate the title but I'm tired so give me a break.

The place you woke up in was wholly unfamiliar. With your head still spinning, you sat up, the sounds of fireworks blasting into your skull. The room was… patriotic? And was filled to the brim with American merchandise. Not a single wall lacked an American flag. Turning your head to the left, you saw the blares of red, white and blue explosions filtering in through thin curtains, illuminating you and the room in alternating hues.

Reaching a hand up to feel the point of pain on your skull, your hand brushed against damp bandages and you froze. Flinching from a blast, you desperately rubbed at your face with a limp hand, attempting to clear your foggy head. A door click-clicked and unlocked in the moment it took you to look towards the sound. Lit up by a cold shade of blue, the blond’s smile stretched wide across his stereotypically handsome face. He seemed to be hiding something behind his back and you unconsciously scooted away.

The man didn't seem to notice and instead continued his paced approach. A brilliant red, another bitter blue and then a bright white revealed the man to you.

“Alfred?” you barely whispered out, tempted to reach to see if it was truly him.

You didn't need to as he responded, “The one and only!” With a laugh and then plopped down onto the bed.

“What… I…” You winced, turning away for a moment.

Alfred quickly grabbed a hand to your chin, pulling you back towards him. “Look at me, doll,” he said with an underlying meaning. One you didn't understand.

“I just. What's going on? My head hurts like someone took a bat to it–”

The blond had a strange look on his face.

You continued, “And I– Weren't we at your birthday party?”

Alfred refused to answer, the glare from his glasses hiding his azure eyes. The scarlet blaze from outside flickered out and for a moment you could see past the lenses on his face. How cold and empty his normally electric eyes looked. You could almost find yourself falling into them like some sort of abyss. Then it hit you.

This was the worst possible day to do this, you knew this fact well. You knew just how much of an asshole this might make you but…

You looked out at the crowd, all gathered to celebrate your boyfriend’s birthday. They all seemed so happy. With each one owning a pair of seeing, judging eyes. Just the thought of all of that attention made your chest twist and your throat go dry. Swallowing down the bile, you couldn’t help but to think that if he was to… You had to do this now. Or you would never be able to.

Approaching Francis, who was chatting with the rest of his trio; you tapped on his shoulder to get his attention. He turned to you and smiled, lilac eyes sparkling like his bubbling champagne.

“Oh! What can I do for you mademoiselle?” he asked, his cheeks alight with an intoxicated glow.

“You wouldn't happen to know where Alfred is, would you?” you asked and France looked away nervously.

“Well… I am not supposed to say.”

“Francis.” you pushed.

“He is in ze parlor with ze black sheep –désóle– Arthur,” he admitted and you thanked him.

Alfred’s house wasn't as big as say, Arthur’s was, and so was much easier to navigate. You knew exactly which room was the parlor that France had been referring to. Before you could fully turn the corner, you caught word of something leaving the British man’s lips that stopped you in your tracks and confirmed your worst fears.

“You'll be alright. There's no way she'd say no.” England rested a hand on his son’s shoulders. “Just remember to breathe.”

“Yeah,” Alfred affirmed, though his nerves weren't fully quelled. “I've got this.”

It was now or never.

“Hey.” They turned toward you, surprise evident on their faces.

“I'll leave you two be,” Arthur murmured and slunk out of the room.

It was awkwardly silent for a moment; you had clearly witnessed a scene you weren't supposed to see. The blond man coughed twice before actually moving to say something.

“(Y/n)–” The words died on his tongue as you spoke.

“We need to break up,” you said, trying to remain as civil and unemotional as possible. The betrayed puppy-dog look on his face made this task especially difficult.

“I– why?!” he asked, taking a step toward you. “I thought that we… that you loved me.”

“I do love you, Alfred,” you reassured him but he didn't take your words well.

“Then why are you breaking up with me!?” he demanded, face curling in a mess of anger and hurt.

“We're just not right for each other, Alfred.” You looked away. “We just don't fit.”

He didn't speak. He didn't move. And he most certainly didn't react. You stared for a moment at his petrified figure, feeling sharp stabs of guilt puncturing your body. Finally, you walked softly past him, taking a moment to place a chaste kiss upon his cheek like you had done so many times before.

You spoke as you pulled away. “This is goodbye, Alfred.”

His low voice stopped you in your tracks, having to turn back to hear him. “No.”

“What?” you asked, unsure as to what he had whispered out.

“No,” he said it louder this time and you huffed, turning away and continuing your walk.

From the time you heard the whistle of sound in the air to impact, you barely had a second to see his prized bat heading toward your head. The honey wood collided with the back of your skull as all of your muscles failed you and you collapsed to the ground, hair splayed out like a halo. Alfred hovered over you like an unforgiving god and you as the sinner. Perhaps in his eyes, you were.

The words he chid out next would haunt you for the rest of your immortal life.

“You don't get to make that decision, doll~”

“You– you–” Your accusing words did nothing but make the blond scoff.

“All about me, what about you? What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked but you just stared in shock.

Was this the same man you knew? The man you had been dating for years? The one that was just about to propose?

“Look at you, you can't even defend yourself.” He scoffed again before murmuring under his breath, “What would you do without me?”

“Because you attacked me!” you argued back, missing his other words. “I knew you'd take this bad but I didn't you'd take it this bad.”

“You broke up with me! How did you think I'd react!” he practically raved, his perfect hair in disarray.

“Not by kidnapping me!”

“Pfft.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn't kidnap you. This is just to work on our relationship.”

“What relationship!?”

He grabbed you tight by the shoulders. Even if you had tried, you couldn’t have escaped.

“Don’t say that,” he gritted out, squeezing hard.

His grip loosened as the heavy movements of his chest began to calm.

“Listen. Can we just forget, about all of this?” He gestured into space. “We can just go back down” –A firework went off– “and this night can go how it was supposed to.”

He let go of your shoulders and you pulled away. “No… No, Alfred.” A light left his eyes and you stared on, disappointed. “This night was– is supposed to end with us separate. You know this.”

He brushed through the tangles that had formed in your hair, tugging you closer again. With featherlight touches, he pulled your face to his, suddenly attaching his lips to your own. His body weight laid heavy and you toppled down onto the bed. He pushed into you with a fervoures passion, desperate to soak up every drop of your essence.

It took what felt like forever for him to finally separate and by the time he did, it seemed that the fireworks had stopped. He smiled, taking one last moment to brush strands of (h/c) hair away. Adoration coated every word that left his mouth, like the purest of sickly sweet honey.

“I love you,” he said, taking in your terrified expression as if he was studying a Renaissance painting. “And I don't know. Because baby, you're wrong.”

Something clicked around your ankle.

“Alfred. Alfred! ALFRED!!” you screamed at him but he just chuckled as he walked away.

He turned back for just a moment. “Hey babe. You're the greatest birthday gift a guy could ask for.”

[corpsebasil]

The Second Son 18+ parte uno

When the Queen of Ravka is widowed and her place on the throne is challenged, the second son must find a way to be there for her.

Y/N pressed her head against the tomb-stone, closing her eyes against the sheer weight that was resting on her shoulders. She’d grown thinner and seemed to drain of color the past few weeks, dealing with daily state meetings, funeral preparations, and planning.

Just last night she’d been yelled at in a meeting, told that she would be forced to step down due to her lack of a son to pass the throne to. Nikolai Lantsov, the man that was technically her brother in law, had thrown a glass about three inches shy of the man’s head, shattering it against the wall.

The message was loud and clear: don’t disrespect Y/N, or Nikolai will deal with it.

He was there now, at the wake, his hand resting carefully on one shoulder as silent tear’s ran down the girl’s face. He had no idea how to truly comfort her—how to comprehend that sort of loss. Vasily had died, died somehow in his sleep, and instead of being sympathetic the members of court had accused her of killing him, had blamed her for her lack of a child, and had utterly abandoned her when she needed them most.

“I’m here for you, you know that.” Nikolai murmured, running his hand along her back. She sniffed and glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained.

“It feels like—” her voice caught and he crouched on the ground beside her, looping his arm around her back. “like I’ve lost everything. My husband, my dignity, any friends.” She shook her head, eyebrows pulling together as her pretty face began to crumple. “I have nothing left, Nikolai.”

“You have me.” He assured his queen and, damn the onlookers, he pulled her into him, holding her as close as he dared as she wept against his chest.

The next few months were torture for Nikolai.

It felt like nothing was good enough, nothing could help her. It amazed him that she managed to get herself out of bed, her miserable gaze growing cold and steely when accusations or criticism were thrown her way. She went to every meeting. Deflected every harsh phrase. And Nikolai had to watch as the woman that had always been so full of life, the woman he’d known since they were teenagers, slowly turned into a shard of ice.

“Y/N,” he called, following after her down the hall one afternoon. Her handmaidens, carefully selected by Y/N herself, all fixed him with territorial gleams in their eyes as he approached. “what do you think of a walk in the gardens?”

“She is busy, Sobachka.” One of the girls practically sneered, looking down her nose at him.

“If she wishes to walk in the gardens,” another argued, looking at her fellow maiden. “then she can with us. We will keep her safe, prince.” She smiled at Nikolai, almost sympathetically, as Y/N’s cool stare found his own.

But whatever she saw on his face had her own eyes softening, and she laid a hand on the girl that had practically hissed at him’s shoulder.

“Easy, Marian.” Y/N sighed, then nodded to the other girl. The third was still silent, peering over the queen’s shoulder with an almost childlike shyness. “Delia, Anika, will you please visit the dogs in the kennels? I hear a new batch of puppies was born and I’d like to hear if they’re worth the company.”

The shy one, Anika, immediately lit up, grasping the other two girl’s hands and rushing away, the three laughing as they raced. Nikolai had never seen such whimsical behavior in his court; it warmed him momentarily, only until the one named Marian shot him a look that promised a horrifying death if anything happened to her queen.

“My handmaidens,” Y/N mused, watching as they linked arms and began skipping as they rounded a corner. “are quite energetic. But they keep me sane.” She sighed, turning back to Nikolai, and tilted her head to the side in a ridiculously adorable way that had Nikolai feeling strangely flustered. “They are also trained killers. Wolf in sheep’s clothing, if you will.”

“How um—” Nikolai cleared his throat, nodding his head towards the garden. “How lovely. I do think that Marian wanted me dead on the spot.”

“She’s my cousin.” Y/N admitted, surprising Nikolai. “She came all the way from our northern cities to be at my side during this time.”

“I like her already.” Nikolai said, offering her his arm. “I’m a bit scared of her, but I like her.”

Her laugh stunned him enough that he shot her an incredulous look, one he quickly wiped off his face when she looped her arm through his own. How she could even smile with what she was going through was beyond him. But he saw the darkness under her eyes; he could see the way she seemed to sink down into herself, like she had a permanent exhaustion wrapping around her.

They moved throughout the hallway, passing into the gardens, the sweet smell of flowers floating along the air. Y/N let go of Nikolai to kneel by a rose bush, inhaling deeply. She seemed calmer, now. Less tired. She tipped her face back into the sunlight and closed her eyes, and Nikolai’s heart almost stopped.

He’d seen her do that same gesture about a hundred times but now, watching her that afternoon, she seemed more radiant than ever.

“You look—” he started, then stopped. Her eyes cut to his, wide and gorgeous, and he wasn’t sure why his chest had grown tight. “beautiful.”

Something in her face changed, a subtle twitch of the mouth, but she seemed to straighten, a sheen of delight appearing slowly in those captivating eyes of hers.

“Thank the Saints someone thinks so.” She said, laughing half-heartedly, and turned back to her flowers.

“I’m sorry about Vasily.” Nikolai blurted, his heart rate speeding. Saints where was this coming from? “I know you loved him and—”

She startled him by cackling, a surprisingly witchy sounding laugh that sent the hairs on the nape of his neck on end. He stared, borderline stunned, as she covered her mouth with a hand, her eyes twinkling at the prince.

“What?” She gasped, fighting off her laughter. She glanced around to make sure no one was around and, almost conspiratorially, whispered to him, “I hated that bastard. He was an arrogant son of a—”

“But you—you cried. At his funeral.”

“I might not have cared for him but he was still my husband.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Then she took in his stunned expression and frowned slightly, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I promise I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He only shook his head, but was unable to stop himself from leaning a bit into her touch. The wicked gleam in her eyes told him enough: she would’ve like to be the one that killed him.

“You wanted children, though?” He offered, moving a step closer, and was met by a rush of warmth when she made no move to back away. “You—you always told me you wanted…you told the court that you’d tried—”

Her expression darkened and she turned away, striding a few steps before turning back.

“The people of court know nothing about my desire for children, or how much I wanted to be a mother.” Nikolai was horrified to see tears beginning to form in his queen’s eyes. “They don’t know about my—” she wiped a hand over her face and gave him an agonized look. “he wouldn’t touch me. I couldn’t tell anyone. How am I to be blamed for being childless when he wouldn’t lay a single hand on me—"

“He what?” Nikolai interrupted, startled. The fact that his brother had never bedded her, hadn’t wanted to, was a fact that made absolutely no sense to him. He’d felt a stab of burning jealously in his chest when she’d said she’d tried to have children, and had chalked it up to fertility issues. “Not once?”

“He kissed me on our wedding day. During the ceremony. That was the last time.”

He only stared, briefly winded, and moved towards her. That she didn’t move away gave him courage, not even when he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and gave her a look so filled with longing it took her breath away.

“I’m sorry.” He said, and didn’t move when she leaned closer into him. “If I would’ve known—I knew you wanted to be a mother. I would’ve liked you to have had that, at least.”

She nodded, eyes sad, and she surprised him by hugging him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He didn’t hesitate to hold her, breathing in her flowery scent, as she pressed her face against him.

“I won’t let go of my dreams.” She whispered, fingers clutching him tighter. “I will find a good man, a man who truly loves me, and we’ll have a family together. And I’ll be at peace, knowing I’ve gotten what I’ve always wanted.”

His arms seemed to loop around her further and she closed her eyes, absorbing his warmth the best she could. This was Nikolai, one of her closest friends, the boy that had teased her and played pranks on her throughout their youth. This was the boy that had once snuck her away to a village festival had spun her around so fast during a dance she was afraid she’d puke.

The boy who, during her wedding, had rose in the middle of the ceremony and left, a barely suppressed sob catching in her throat as she watched him leave. And now he was running a hand over her hair, his face dangerously close to her own, as she pulled back to look at him.

“I need time.” She told him, voice quiet, as she looked up. “I need time but—but if you care for me…in any way I might feel about you, then maybe..” she swallowed, glancing away. “I would’ve liked it to be you.” She admitted, and he could hardly hear her words over his pounding heart. “I never wanted him. It was always—” she couldn’t finish, her grip on him tightening, and he simply laid a kiss against the top of her head, a smile on his handsome face.

“However long you need,” he said, sliding a hand up to her cheek to pull her eyes to his. “I’m here. Always.”

-

The months seemed to fly by. Months of spending almost every second with one another; every morning, as a tradition, they had breakfast together. They took walks together, and horse rides, and he took her to see shows and slowly, slowly, she came back to herself. She became giddy at the sight of him, at his smiling face and his kind words.

Even Marian, the coldest of her handmaidens, took a liking to Nikolai. She annihilated him when they played cards, to his dismay, but even her steely, protective cousin began demanding when they could all see the prince again. And then came the night after he and Y/N had gotten a bit drunk, laughing and dancing around her rooms.

“This is not queenly behavior,” he laughed, watching as she twirled around and around, her crown tossed carelessly on a couch.

“I’m still a girl, Nik.” She grinned, flouncing towards him, and took his hands, forcing him to dance with her. “Come on, you lazy bastard. Dance with me.”

He laughed aloud, tugging her into him and, so fast he didn’t know what he was even doing, he dropped a kiss down onto her mouth. She froze in his grip, expression sobering as she pulled back, and he instantly regretted the decision.

“I’m sorry, I—” he felt panicked, watching as she stared at him so calculatingly he was sure he had made a gigantic fool of himself. “I didn’t mean to I just—”

But then she was lunging for him, practically tackling him over as she kissed him hard, with everything she had, and he tugged her roughly against him. A pretty moaning noise left her mouth when he lifted her, wrapping her legs around him as he moved to her bedroom.

“Nikolai,” she breathed, pulling back for only half a second to look at him. “please I—”

“Anything you want.” He murmured, kissing her again, before dropping her down on her bed. She immediately shoved him onto his back, straddling his hips, pressing as close to him as she could when he tugged her mouth back to his own.

It felt desperate, ridiculously so, this inevitable joining. He practically ripped her dress off as she tugged at his belt, her face flushed and hair tousled. Then she gasped as he slipped his hand between her legs, running the calloused fingers across her center, then inside.

Her head dropped to his shoulder as she keened out his name, feeling every single curl and thrust of his fingers into her. And gods, he was good. Especially when he rolled her onto her back, tugging off the rest of her clothing, and moved down between her legs.

Her head was spinning. Spinning, as his tongue dipped inside her and then dragged up, his hand still working her as best as he could. She clutched at him, anything she could hold on to, her face so warm she thought she was on fire.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he mumbled against her, barely intruding the fog that had swarmed within her mind. “not yet.”

“That’s—” her breathing was ragged through the intensity of the pleasure. This had never been done to the queen before—never—and she was having trouble focusing on his words at all. “I want to make you—“

“Next time.” He promised, and with a particularly hard lick against her, his fingers curling to brush against that certain spot that made her head spin, she came, shaking so hard she had to grip him with both hands in order not to jolt away.

Then she laid spent, chest rising and falling at a rapid clip as he moved beside her, his lips pressing against her neck in slow, soft kisses.

“I want you to…do more with me.” She said, turning her head to face his. Lord, he didn’t even have sex with her and he looked completely fucked out. Her stomach dropped at the sight and her face warmed further.

“Later.” He swore again, bringing her mouth to his, then brushing his tongue against her own. “I want to make love to you until you can’t think of anyone else.”

“I never have.” She said, swallowing nervously. “Never anyone else.”

He ran his fingers across her cheek, smiling softly.

“You have no idea how much I care about you.” He breathed and then added, almost as an afterthought, “Your Majesty.”

“Oh hush.” She scoffed, climbing over him to straddle him once again.

They kissed long into the night, her fingers in his hair, a bruising grip from him on her hips. And then later, though not too long later, he’d tugged her up over his head, forcing her to grip the headboard as he licked at her until she broke again.

hi I feel jealous and also unhinged

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve finally moved out of his parents' house after Robin graduated and into a shared apartment with her. His parents never let him have a pet before, and he had always wanted a cat. It was all he could think about when they moved in.

"If you want a cat, get a cat," Robin shrugged as she doodled Vickie's name over and over. "We're still rolling in that compensation money."

Steve grinned, grabbed his keys, and dashed out the door. He made sure to stop by the pet store first and get as many supplies as he could. The next stop he made was to the animal shelter, and he really shouldn't have, but the first kitten he saw he fell in love with. Her black fur was curled like a sheep's and she only had one green eye. She was curled up in the back and looking weary.

"No one wants her. They always walk past her when they come through the store, which is a shame because she's a beautiful cat. I'd take her, but my husband says I can't keep adopting every animal that comes through here," the clerk said. "I think they pass her by because she's black."

"Well, that's racist," Steve scoffed.

"Yeah," the clerk agreed. "Superstitious assholes."

"She's the one," Steve declared.

"Okay, be careful. She's a little skiddish," she warned Steve.

Steve held out her hand and let her come to him. She didn't at first, still looking at him in an untrustworthy way.

"I won't hurt you. I promise. I just want to give you a home," Steve said.

She understood him because a few seconds later, she was crawling into his hands. Steve smiled and held her to his chest, scratching behind her ear.

"Meow," Yeah, I'm going with you, but I'm also keeping an eye out.

Steve snorted.

"I think that I'll call you Raven," Steve said. "Raven Harrington?"

"Meow." It'll do.

When Steve came home with the kitten in the carrier, Eddie was waiting outside of his apartment door. He had forgotten they were supposed to hang out tonight. Steve blushed. He was wearing an open vest and nothing underneath with his usual pair of black ripped jeans. His hair was in a loose bun, which always drove Steve mad. Heart thumping in his chest, he approached him. He had yet to tell the metalhead how he felt, and he really needed to. Everything about Eddie drove him crazy. Eddie grinned and spread his arms wide. Oh God. He got his nipples pierced.

"Well, what do you think?" Eddie asked.

"They're, uh, nice, Eddie," Steve said, swallowing thickly. "I got a cat. Shit, my hands are full. Uh, is Robin not home?"

"Nope. Do I need to fish your keys out of your pocket for you, big boy?' Eddie asked.

"Y-yes, please," Steve said.

Eddie stepped right into his space, his nose practically touching Steve’s. He fingers slid into the front of Steve’s pocket. Eddie's eyes furrowed. The keys weren't there. He checked the other pocket but still no keys. Eddie grinned and slid both hands into the back pockets of Steve’s jeans. Steve’s mind was completely blank, his face red.

"Oh, keys, where art thou?" Eddie asked.

"Oh! Uh, yeah, they're in my jacket pocket," Steve realized.

Eddie cackled and fished them out of his jacket pocket. He dangled them in front of them before going to unlock the door.

"You know, you could have put the kennel down," Eddie pointed out.

"Yeah," Steve said and scoffed.

"Meeeeooww!" Okay, enough of this bullshit.

Eddie unlocked the door, grabbed the bags from Steve’s hands, and followed him into the apartment. Steve set the kennel down and opened the door. Raven looked weary again and was curled up in the back.

"It's okay, Raven. This is your home now, if you want it to be," Steve cooed, holding out his hand again.

Raven walked out, unsure, and curled up into Steve’s hand. Raven sniffed the air, glancing around the apartment.

"Meow." Better than the shelter, anyway.

"Thanks," Steve scoffed.

Raven glanced over at Eddie, apprasing him. Raven glanced at Steve.

"Meow." This is the man you wish to mate with?

"Why do you have to say it like that?" Steve sighed.

"Uh, Steve, watchya doing?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, you know, just chatting with the cat," Steve said with a shrug and watched with a grin as Raven curled up against his stomach. "Aww, look, she knows her mommy."

"You don't mind being called mommy? I thought that was a joke," Eddie said.

"Mommy, Daddy, you know, whatever I'm in the mood for," Steve shrugged.

"You're just full of surprises, Stevie," Eddie grinned.

"Meow." I am NOT calling you mommy or daddy.

"What if I give you all of the belly scratches and treats you want? Hmm?" Steve cooed.

"Meow." I'm listening. . .mother.

"Good girl," Steve smiled and rubbed her belly.

"Meow." You know, a cat needs a father too.

Raven glanced at Eddie. Steve snorted, blushing. He tucked her under his chin and looked at Eddie, pouting.

"Can you believe that people at the shelter didn't want her because of the way she looks?" Steve said, looking at Eddie.

"Assholes. She looks like a cute little black sheep," Eddie said, kneeling on the floor with Steve. "Although she's not nearly as cute as her mother."

"Meow." Smooth.

"You know, Raven says she needs a Daddy too," Steve said.

"Are you asking me to raise this precious kitten with you, Steve Harrington?" Eddie asked.

"Yes," Steve said.

"Hmm, I guess we can split time evenly between my place and yours," Eddie said.

"I mean, we could, but I think it might work better if you moved in here," Steve said.

"Where would I sleep?" Eddie asked.

"Meow." Wow, slow. Are you sure you want this guy to be my father?

"Okay, I'm so tired of dating. I spent a lot of time looking for the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I don't need to look any further because he's right in front of me," Steve said. "I know we're skipping a lot of steps here, but you're it for me, Eddie."

"You're it for me too, Stevie," Eddie said. "And yes, yes to everything."

Steve and Eddie moved at the same time, their lips meeting in the middle. Eddie smiled against his lips, wrapping his arms around the both of them. It was soft and sweet but also short. Eddie broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Steve’s.

"Is Robin going to be alright with me moving in?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I didn't even tell her that I wanted you to move in. She automatically made space for you in the hall closet and the bathroom. She's also made a key for you. She's just been waiting for me to get my head out of my ass," Steve blushed.

"I'm glad you did," Eddie said.

"By the way, the nipple piercings are totally hot. You should never wear a shirt ever again," Steve said, and Eddie laughed.

"I knew you were only into me for my tits," Eddie said.

"MeeeOW!" I do NOT want to hear this.

Steve grinned and handed the kitten over to Eddie. He got up and started digging around in the stand by the door. He pulled out a key and knelt by Eddie, holding it out to him. Eddie grinned, taking it, and gave him a hard kiss on the lips.

"I love you," Steve said fondly.

"I love you too," Eddie said.

"There's something you should know before we enter into this relationship," Steve said and took in a breath before exhaling. "About me."

"Okay. . .lay it on me," Eddie said.

"I can talk to animals. You know, understand what they're saying and everything. I've always been that way. It's why my parents never let me have any pets. They thought it was weird," Steve shrugged. "I get it if you don't believe me."

"After everything we've been through, of course I believe you," Eddie said. "I think it's the coolest thing ever."

"Meow." This man is a walking doodle.

Raven was looking at Eddie's tattoos. Steve snorted.

"What did she say?" He asked.

"Oh, she called you a walking doodle," Steve said.

"Our daughter is so mean, I love her," Eddie grinned.

With the help of Wayne, Robin, and Vickie, they managed to move Eddie in over the next couple of days. Once Eddie was all settled in, they invited the kids over to hang out and introduce them to Raven. It was date night with Vickie, so Robin wouldn't be there.

"Alright, kids, gather around. Your mother and I have something we want to tell you," Eddie said.

"You know, Steve is not actually our mother," Max said. "It's just a joke."

Steve burst out of the kitchen wearing a frilly apron and carrying a plate of brownies.

"I made brownies!" Steve exclaimed.

"Yeah, a joke based on a lot of evidence," Dustin scoffed.

"Yeah, I got nothing," Max frowned.

Eddie snickered and watched Steve fondly as he set them on the coffee table.

"Anyway, we have something we want to tell you," Eddie said.

"Finally!" Mike said and swallowed his brownie. "Have you two idiots finally stopped dancing around each other?"

"It was getting painful to watch," El said seriously.

"Were we being that obvious?" Steve asked.

"YES!" They exclaimed.

"Okay, yes, we are together. I did move in here, and we did have another baby," Eddie said.

"What was that last part?" Will asked.

"Oh, we had another baby!" Eddie exclaimed with a grin. "She's probably up from her nap by now. I'm going to go get her."

They all watched as Eddie disappeared down the hall, and they turned to look at Steve.

"Is your boyfriend on something?" Erica asked.

"No!" Steve scoffed.

Eddie grinned as he walked back into the living room with Raven in his arms.

"Meow." Father is lucky that I was already awake.

"Introducing Raven Metallica Harrington," Eddie said proudly. "I came up with the middle name."

"Aww," everyone said, and crowded around Eddie.

Raven sniffed Max and jumped into her arms.

"Meow." I have a feeling that this one is going to be my favorite sibling.

Steve whispered what Raven said in his ear, and they giggled as they watched the kids sit on the couch, taking turns with the cat. Every family looks a little weird and a little different to everyone. There's not a single one that's the same, and as long as they make you happy, it's the only thing that matters. Steve was very happy with the family that he had now.

"Hey, Steve, can we babysit when you and Eddie go out on a date?!" Dustin asked.

"Oh, how the tables have turned," Eddie cackled.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I request a oneshot with Leshy from Cult of the Lamb and this child follower who just follows him eVeRyWhErE, and after getting mad at the child he's just like, 'yo heket I have a kid' and he's unbelievably chill about it after that and eventually just brings the kid with him instead of the child stalking him. (And platonically because I'm not that kind of weird--)

If you don't write for platonics or just don't want to write this please ignore-- have a wonderful timezone!

Awe this is such a cute idea!! Also for the child follower y/n I decided to make Lamb their parent (I'll leave the other parent up to interpretation).

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"Lesh!"

"Augh!! Lamb's little brat...how dare you stand in my way?! I could have tripped over you and spilled all these beetroots!"

"Sorry. I thought you'd wanna play tag..."

"Tag? No, thank you. I feel as though I'd be at a great disadvantage. Why don't you go find somebody else to play with? Perhaps someone who still has their sight."

"Okaaaay!"

"Good. Now away with you." Shooing you off, Leshy heard your hoof-steps running away from him. As he put the vegetables into the farming station's chest, he growled in irritation upon hearing Lamb's annoying bleating, as well as your own as you greeted them.

If only he could roll his nonexistent eyes...

For the Red Crown's vessel to marry their most devoted follower was one thing...but to have a child with them, too??

That's something he didn't expect when he first arrived into the cult. It probably wouldn't have bothered him so much if you weren't half-sheep and chose to annoy him in particular.

He's not sure how much time had passed between your birth and Lamb "saving" him and his siblings from purgatory...but you've grown into quite the irritable spawn.

You only proved his point when you returned a few minutes later, and he slammed the chest closed, making you stop in your tracks.

"The clopping of your hooves gives me a headache sometimes..what is it now?"

"Lammy asked me to ask you if um...you could lead the harvest ritual this evening?" You smiled up at him, oblivious to his attitude and snappy words.

".....they couldn't just ask me themselves??!" He groaned. "Fine. Tell them I will begin it at sundown. And I'm not waiting for everyone. If they're late, oh well."

"Will do! Thank you, Lesh!!"

The green bushworm huffed and tried going back to his work, only to become startled when you rammed into him, hugging his torso tightly. It made him tense up as he hissed angrily at you. "Don't touch!!!"

You let him go, confused. "Why?"

"Because....!!!" Leshy paused, having remembered that Lamb was likely close by, watching him. So he took a moment to think of another excuse. "...because..you may get ichor in your wool. We bishops haven't fully healed yet..so you may get sick."

"Ohhhhh, I see it. Sorry, Lesh! I'll be more careful next time!"

Nodding, he heard you leave to tell your parent what he said, and he was convinced you were officially gone for good this time.

Then his ears picked up the sound of a wheezy chuckle.

"I hear you, sister..."

"Brother...is...warming up....to them.." Heket teased as she approached her younger brother, nudging his elbow playfully.

"As if! I only put on the act because Lamb's around." He scoffed, shaking his head. "They won't hesitate to make me relive my death again if I do anything to upset their little spawn.."

"Hm..good...luck. I'm...hungry...bye...." The red frog decided to leave him alone and head to the kitchen station.

And for a while, Leshy was able to finish his tasks at the farm without any disturbances. But just as he brushed the dirt off his hands and was ready to eat, too, he overheard Lamb talking with a random follower who hollered their name from across the base.

They spoke of having trouble confessing to someone they liked...so they wanted their leader to get flowers from his realm as a "gift" for this crush of theirs.

He thought it was outrageous.

'Does nobody here want to lift a finger anymore?! Or maybe..they're just too scared to enter my realm...so it must be doing well even without me to rule it. But if Lamb's going there, then.....no...would they..?'

It suddenly dawned on Leshy, and he scratched his bandages, finally remembering something that has been weighing heavily on his mind:

A relic.

Specifically a piece of him that was lost to the woods.

He remembers commanding the worms to hide it for him so none of his devotees tried to seize its power for themselves.

For as long as he's been in Lamb's cult, he learned they were an excellent scavenger--willing to retrieve bundles of silk or crystals for their more artsy followers, and even mushrooms for those who were "curious" about them.

They've reunited friends and siblings...even the ones who killed their entire species.

Surely, he could ask them about it.

It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

After the follower left, Leshy walked over to you and Lamb, ignoring your greeting of excitement when he arrived, as well as him making no effort to stop you from playing with his tail. It just swished around, and you kept jumping over it like some rope.

"Lamb. Just so we're clear..this is not a favor, I do not need your charity." He warned.

"...okay? What is it?" They tilted their head, closing their doctrine book.

"Well...when dear brother Narinder struck us in his fury, my eyes were torn from the socket. One was salvaged, and hidden in the tangled Darkwood. I despair at the thought of it being uncovered by some simple-minded beast..."

He took a pause, before sighing. "You have navigated my realm once before, do so again and recover my eye. Perhaps we can...make an arrangement."

As expected, Lamb was adamant. "Why should I find something that your "dear brother" took? Why don't you ask him since it's his fault? Or maybe you can go find it yourself?"

"You know I can't. If he goes, he'll lie and claim it's gone forever. If I go, all of Darkwood will be out for my head!" He huffed. "I thought it was your duty to cater to your followers' needs. You've never sent one back into the maw of Silk Cradle to find their lost brother, even though it's their fault for-"

"That's different, Leshy. You don't get to group yourself with them just yet." They warned, scowling at him. "They don't know these realms like you do. They have good hearts, led astray by your hubris and corruption. You were a rotten bishop who ruined their lives..ruined my life...and on that note, you've shown my child nothing but disrespect since the moment you arrived."

At the mention of you, you stopped playing around and frowned. "Lammy-"

"Disrespect?! They've been following me nonstop and disrupting my work!!" He exploded. "But of course you'll never believe me because they're such a "perfect little angel" in your eyes-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH, WRETCHED WORM!!!"

Suddenly, Leshy felt his throat tightening up as his feet were lifted off the ground. And he coughed, clasping his hands around his neck as he realized what was happening to him:

Lamb was strangling him.

And there's no way for him to fight the invisible force that kept crushing his windpipe. He could only gag and beg for mercy, becoming panicked quickly as the ichor dripped down his face faster.

Why did this feel more agonizing than the sharp blades that sliced and diced into him dozens of times?

"Never forget the god who usurped you and granted vermin like you the blessing of redemption.." The sheep snarled, eyes glowing red with rage, sharp teeth bared as they watched the bushworm writhe. "Speak illy of my child again, and I will-"

"Lammy, stop it!! You're hurting him!"

They felt a tug on their cloak and looked at you, having forgotten that you've been standing there the entire time. A look of horror flashed in their eyes as they quickly set Leshy down, allowing him to catch his breath.

"Oh no..I...forgive me, my dear." Embracing you, they gave you a tiny smile after their demonic features disappeared. "I-I didn't mean to make you see that, but...you must understand why I did it, right? He was being very rude and unkind to-"

"He didn't mean it." You pouted, although you did hug them back. "Will you find his eye?"

Leshy glanced up in bewilderment.

Did he hear you correctly?

Lamb was just as stunned that you were taking his side, blinking. "But [y/n]-"

"No! You have to find it, Lammy! He's only grouchy because he doesn't have his missing eye." Your gaze went to the bushworm. "I bet if you find it for him, he'll feel better!"

"...I suppose you're right about that." They sighed in defeat, standing up and turning to him. "You are fortunate that my child has such a forgiving heart, so...I will search for your eye when I have the time. But remember that I'm doing this for them, not for you."

Leshy just nodded in understanding, awkwardly scratching his bandages as he heard hoof steps walking away from him. Yet he was too afraid of moving from his kneeling position.

"It's okay. It's just me, Lesh."

Feeling your smaller hands take his own, his shoulders relaxed a little as you brushed some of the ichor off his face with a cloth you found. "Don't cry, it's okay now."

"I-I..had it coming." He finally found his voice, still shaken up over the altercation. "It's my fault. I was the one acting more childish than you..and I owe you an apology for-"

"No, Lammy should be sorry." You frowned and hugged him. "I don't like it when they do that. You're right..they should help everyone here. Even you."

This time he didn't push you away and instead wrapped his arms around you, feeling the wool on top of your head and the nubs that would soon sprout into horns.

Lamb was right.

He felt blessed to have your forgiveness...or else he surely would have met a grim demise.

Maybe you weren't as annoying as he previously thought.

"..thank you, [y/n], for standing by me. Will you...let me know when your parent returns with my eye?" He hesitated to ask.

Yet you immediately answered with enthusiasm.

"Of course!"

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"Sister! My child's green thumb continues to flourish!"

"....you....have...child...?"

"Over there!"

"...Lamb's....spawn-?"

"No, no! That is [y/n]!" Leshy huffed, shaking his head as he heard you rapidly approaching. Then he crouched down with a smile, keeping his arms open so you could rush into them. "How are you today?"

"Great, Lesh!!" You giggled as he picked you up, although he sensed that you put something on his head. "It's a camelia crown. The most beautiful ones I could find! I feel sad you can't see it, though..."

"That is alright, little one. I still remember their colors and radiance.." His claws reached up to gently brush the petals, humming with nostalgia. "Its fragrance remains constant..so I know it's always here with me. Thank you."

Looking at Heket, you giggled again as you saw that her extra pair of eyes were now open, wide with disbelief at her brother's sudden change of heart. "Hek-Hek! I didn't know you had four eyes!"

"...what did...you do...to...brother?" She squinted in suspicion.

"Well, umm..I-" You stammered, trying to explain yourself.

"They insisted that Lamb recovered my eye." Leshy was quick to explain, setting you down on the ground. "At first they refused and got irrationally angry with me for "insulting" their child. But [y/n] spoke up in my defense and...their "Lammy" listened and retrieved it this morning. Looks like it was in one of Chemach's lairs, but I let them keep it."

"Huh.....why..?"

"It's more useful to them as a relic. It's not like I can reattach my own eye and see out of it again, but I find peace knowing it's here."

"...good...point..." Heket paused, before touching her own throat and thinking for a few moments. "Would...Lamb....find....it for..me...?"

"A throat sac? Hmm..you can certainly try, sister."

Nodding in understanding, she turned and walked away, eager to ask Lamb if they were willing to recover what she had lost within Anura.

Once she was gone, you tapped Leshy on the arm. "Can you help me get the fertilizer for the plants? It's....kinda icky and really smelly."

He smiled as well, patting the top of your head. "Of course, little one. You can leave all the "icky" work to me."

And with that, you both set off to the farming plot, with him not being bothered by your presence anymore.

[thecookietheatre]

As you look around the woods for your sheep you stumble on a group of large men. As you get a better look you see that the man with a skull mask was cutting up the sheep that you had been looking for.

You had winced about it since it was one of the newest sheeps you had received from your older brother. You decided to confront them but first you grabbed a long pointy branch that was the size of a sword. 

You take a deep breath and walk out from the bush. “W-why did you k-kil my sheep? H-he had a m-mark on his thigh that means he was branded.” You say shakily as you hold the stick in front of yourself and stand in a defensive position.

The men are all silent for a good 2 minutes before Soap responds with a shrug. “Well, sorry little lassie, We didn’t realize that this sheep belonged to someone.” 

“W-well… I guess it is a little late to get mad at- Ah hey!” You squeak as Ghost stands up and grabs the tip of the stick and jerks it forward but before it falls out of your hands you stab Ghost with it and he lets out a soft groan as it pierces his skin.

“Oh, crap, I am so sorry. You just scared me.” You say in a panicked tone as you drop the stick and run to go see if his forearm is okay.

“I can give you props for breaking skin with a stick. This isn’t just a small cute either, You got like half of and inch in my arm.” Ghost says in amusement as he pulls the stick out of his arm and lets it drop to the ground before he grabs some piece of cloth from one of his vest pockets and holds it to his bleeding forearm. 

“Y-you are bleeding so much. How about someone grabs the sheep and I will take you to my cottage so I can fix you guys some supper and stitch up the mess I made.” You say sympathetically and the men all look at each other before an older man with a hat nods with a grunt.  

Around 10 minutes go by and you have arrived at your cottage. The cottage is not too big but not too small. Its the perfect size for only one person. 

In the back yard area is a very large amount of land that just has a fenced in area with a barn to the side. The barn is painted a light pink or I guess a very faded red and white.It is a big enough barn though that it also has a top floor that would keep all of the hay. You also have a few milk cows and around 19 sheep. You did originally have 20 but there was an incident. 

You let the men into the cottage and make your way to the kitchen where Soap puts the mostly cleaned sheep into the sink before returning to the men that are scattered in the living room and the small dining table that is a circle table with 3 stools surrounding it.

You decide on making a sheep and vegetable stew and go back to the men as it boils. 

“So why are you guys so deep into the woods?” You ask softly as you walk out of the kitchen with a fruit that looks like a dragon fruit but is mainly blue with soft pinks,

“We were going hunting but didn’t get very far.” Price shrugs as he pulls out a cigar.

“Please dont smoke inside.” You say softly as you bite into the fruit and what looks like blood pours out of the fruit and onto your lips and everyone stares in confusion.

“What is that? I have never seen something like that before.” Soap asks as he stands up to look at the fruit.

“It is a blood fruit from my dimension. It is called a blood berry. It is what vegan vampires drink from instead of humans or animals.” You shrug.

“What- YOU ARE A VAMPIRE!?!” Gaz yells in horror and awe.

“Oh… Yeah…” You say sheepishly.

“Wow, calm down. We should be safe if they aren���t going to eat us.” Price says in a gravelly voice as he gets up to leave outside for a cigar break.

“Thanks for not smoking inside.” You mumble a soft thanks to him.

“Anytime doll. After all, it is your home and you did take us in and are going to feed us.” He says with a soft smile before walking outside and closing the door softly behind himself. 

“I think the stew is done.” You say softly as you close your eyes and inhale the scent of the stew.

“Ill go dish it out for everyone.” You say as you stand up and walk to the kitchen.

A few minutes later and you bring out everyone's food before grabbing the last bowl from the kitchen and going outside to personally hand it to Price.

“Here you go. Supper is ready.” You say in a soft and sweet voice as you hand him the stew and gives a soft nod and smile.

“Thanks.” He mumbles as he takes another drag of his cigar.

After dinner is done you clean the dishes and go outside to do your chores.You milk the cows and put the mild into plastic zip lock bags before using a machine to vacuum seal it then put it in the freezer in the barn all after you sift and filter the milk. After that you make sure the sheep, cows, and 2 pigs have some hay and freshwater and go back inside. 

“You guys can stay in my barn on the top floor. The only thing up there is some hay but other than that it is fully clean and ready to be slept on. If you want you can also use the hay for beds. I don’t mind.“ You say softly as you see Soap tiredly rub his eyes.

They quickly take up the offer and grab all of their backpacks and head to the top floor of the barn after you hand them a gas torch to see as it was now around 10 pm and mostly dark. They left with a tired thank you and soon after you change into your pajamas and go to bed too.

Next morning you wake up before the men and decide to make them some peach oatmeal and some chocolate milk. 

Soap is the first to wake up and as he sees you dishing up the food he leaves the door happily to go wake up the others. 

Around 20 minutes later and everyone is coming inside still half asleep but as they smell the food they almost all Immediately wake more up. You swore you could see a wet spot on Ghost’s mask from him drooling.

“Thank you luv.” Price chirps as he takes a bite and basically melts into the chair.

“This is one of the bestests breakfasts I have ever had.” Soap says in awe as he sips on his chocolate milk.

“Well thank you.” You say proudly from the kitchen as you wash up the dishes and counters. 

Soon after they are packed up and take a piss they pack up and before leaving to go back to their hunting trip they hand you a bouquet of flowers that Soap had picked from a nearby rose bush off of your property from when he took a piss.

“Thank you.” You say softly as you plant a kiss on the back of everyone's hand. 

“No problem. Thanks for the amazing meals and nice place to sleep for the night. We will hopefully come and visit again. Bye!” Ghost says in a soft but gravelly monotone voice.

Next thing you know you are sitting in front of your computer and writing a book about what has happened with a soft but happy smile on your face.

THE END? MAYBE????

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[calmthefuckdownalright]

I learned that swans can die from a broken heart. I have idea for a fiction with this information. What about a revivedbur x swan hybrid!reader fic where he comes back to her, expecting to pick up where the relationship left off, only to find her dead. Like she died of a broken heart because she got attached to ghostbur. I also have an idea for a line you could implement "A heart guarded for so long is so very delicate."

Title: The Swan Song

Tw: Death, grief

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It was beautiful, what Ghostbur had cultivated with you. Every brush of your lame wings against icy skin was heaven and every stolen kiss a fragment of the love that blossomed from the dead and living.

"I'll be right back, it's just a small favor. Tommy promises it'll be fine.” Ghostbur swore and pressed his head to yours with a smile. 

“Please be careful ‘Bur.” You muttered and pulled him close. The black that masked over your eyes shone in the setting sun and soon the party would set out to kill Dream. The man who had taken everything from your loved one and condemned him to a hellish afterlife.

“Always my love.” Ghostbur said cheerfully and tucked a cornflower behind your ear as a parting gift. A promise to return to your arms.

| Afterwards |

“Y/N?” Tommy’s voice was sullen and water dripped from his hair, no doubt from swimming in the lagoon that surrounded the awful prison.

“Tommy?” You looked up at his sorrowful eyes. They were red from tears that still ran down his cheeks. It worried you and the downy feathers that clung to your flightless wings drooped.

“I-I’m sorry.” Tommy broke down and avoided your eyes.

“Why?” You asked and your brow furrowed. “Why, Tommy?! Where’s Ghostbur?” 

Silence followed your question.

“Where is he Tommy?!” You shouted and a bleating sound of a sheep answered you from outside. 

“Dream...he killed him.” Tommy sobbed and pulled Friend close. Even the sheep looked pitiful with it’s wool soaked and eyes saddened without it’s owner to pet and hug him.

“He’s dead, Y/N. I’m so sorry. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” Tommy cried and your heart broke. Physically in your chest something shattered open and your breath caught in your throat as tears sprang up.

Darkness closed in quickly and nothing came to stop you from sobbing and screaming of your lost love. Someone you’d lost twice now. It was too much. Wilbur wasn’t coming back...

| Later On |

The sunrise was glorious. It painted everything as beautifully as he remembered and now it was just a matter of time before he saw you. He ran every step to your house. Ever leap of his feet drew him closer to the love of his life, his death, and now his resurrection.

He would never be alone again. It was time he kept you at his side. Long after it even.

“Y/N! I’m back!” He burst through your door with overjoyed excitement to only be met with darkness. No candles lit your bookshelves and the smell of dust had already accumulated in your home.

“Y/N?”  Wilbur called out and found a decaying cornflower laying in the middle of your entry way. It was surrounded by the downy feathers he had always loved and as he picked up each one, along with the flower, something pricked in his chest. A worrisome emotion.

So he ran again. He searched and searched and searched again until he found the bravest man he knew, and the only one he thought that might know where you had ran off to.

“Wil, mate...” Phil’s eyes clouded with sorrow and Wilbur’s heart dropped. He clutched the feathers desperately in hope that was sure to plummet.

“She died...” His father finally spoke out and Wilbur’s world crashed down. “She loved you so much Wil, but a heart guarded for so long is so very delicate.”

Philza lowered his son into a chair and took the limp cornflower from his loosened grip. 

“She couldn’t take losing you a second time with Ghostbur.” Phil said slowly and crouched before him. The dark broken wings on his back stretched towards his son and Wilbur fell into his father’s chest with heaving breaths and sobbing eyes.

“I loved her, Phil. I never got to tell her I was back. She could’ve been fine, if I’d just been faster.” Wilbur sobbed and Phil wrapped dark feathers around him.

“It’s not your fault Wil,” Philza promised and shushed his son gently. “There was nothing you could’ve done. She’s gone, and I’m so sorry.”

Legend paints the story that Wilbur cried for two days straight in his father’s arms and dedicated his life to eradicating Dream’s plans and his life was pulled apart little by little. Stories say that the once mighty general, turned ghost, turned man alive again, mourned the loss of his love long after her death.

He traveled all of The Greater Dream SMP with feathers tucked behind his ears and made into a necklace with a single blue petal preserved against his chest. He fought alongside his brother and protected his home. He played music and amended his wrong doings all in her memory. Wilbur inhabited the former house of Y/N L/N and even tended to the sheep that formerly belonged to his spirited form. 

Wilbur mourned and loved. He left for Utah with those feathers and necklace of down and a single petal. Legend says he will be buried in them and rejoice only when he is reunited in the afterlife with his love where he will protect her heart from ever breaking again.

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[renaiswriting]

Shadows of desire (part 2)

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan/Reader

Summary:

You always thought the only romance you would experiment with in your life was the one between pages under the flames at midnight. That was until you found him, because the feel of his fangs digging into your neck was more than addictive.

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of dead animals, mentions of death in general.

Word count: 2.2k

Author's note: i was supposed to upload this next week, but it's ready and I want to start writing Jeonghan and (y/n)'s interactions already so, here you have. Enjoy.

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"What are you doing?" Your brother asked; he was comfortably sitting on the sofa with his good old friend, Mark. They were both drinking some beer, as the meat Mark had bought to eat that day was still in the fire.

 

Mark burped, excusing himself as he also looked in your direction. You made a face at the sour smell coming from his mouth.

 

"Reading." You simply answer.

 

"You always just read." Mark complained with a smile on his face.

 

"So what?" You snapped, getting sick of Mark's daily remarks on you and your hobbies.

 

Mark shook his head, the stupid smile never leaving his face.

 

"I find it kind of weird you're reading the news paper considering you always use it to wrap gifts, but if you say so."

 

You had known Mark since you were five years old. He and Luke had been friends since forever. There was not a single memory of Luke in your mind that didn't have Mark on it.

 

In the past, you had friends that made fun of you for Mark's apparently crush on you, and you always laughed it off until you turned fourteen and he confessed his feelings.

 

That was probably the first and only fight Luke and Mark had ever had.

 

"Missing people?" Luke read over your shoulders. You tried to protect the news paper from your brother, but his hands were quicker than yours.

 

"What's that?" Mark asked, taking another sip of his beer.

 

"(Y/n) said she saw something outside last week."

"Really? And what was it?"

"Nothing." Luke replied with a shrug. You felt your cheeks turn red from being embarrassed under Mark's eyes. "It was pretty late; she was probably imagining things."

"I didn't!" You defended yourself. "There was someone outside, dead." You insisted.

"Are you for real?" Mark asked, moving forward to be eye level with you. "What did they look like?"

"He was pale; his skin was as white as the snow. And there was lots of blood—you saw it!" You protested as you saw your brother making a face, ready to interfere with your story.

"There was blood," your brother accepted, "but it was from the sheep Jiji killed."

"Another one?" Mark asked, laughing. "That dog will send you to an early grave."

"Susan left her sheep to wander around at night, it seems, and Jiji went straight for one; I don't know why because that thing is now rutted in the forest. Jiji didn't even finish eating it."

"That's just the way dogs are." Mark calmly said, "Mine sometimes kills rabbits near our house, just because."

"Yeah, well, a rabbit won't put you in debt for the rest of your life, but our stupid dog will."

The news paper fell from your brother's hand to your lap, Luke losing all the interest he had in it.

Your eyes wander on every single report of missing people; lately there has been such a big wave of new disappearing people that it scared you a little bit, whether it was your own or your brother's. He was the only family left you had after all.

There was not a single one with the description of the man you saw that night.

Was it really in your imagination?

Your brother didn't touch the topic of that night ever again until that day, and even then he didn't waste much time before dropping it completely.

You took a deep breath as you tried to calm your heart's strong beating.

You had always had to contemplate the possibility of inheriting hereditary genes from your mother.

You didn't have the chance to meet her, but your father and brother always told you all the crazy stories about her.

Apparently she had many allusions when she was younger, and they got worse as her pregnancy with her last children progressed.

A part of you was scared when you were younger of getting like that.

When you had your first imaginary friend, you kept it quiet in case your family treated you as if you were crazy.

But even as a child, you knew that friend didn't exist.

You could easily distinguish between what was real and what was not.

You know your brother's dismissal of what happened that night was behind that reason. He truly didn't believe you were in your right mind.

"I'm going to take Jiji on a walk." You informed your brother, going to your room to find a jacket.

 

"The meat is almost done," he informed you.

 

"I won't take long."

 

"Want me to go with you?" Mark offered.

 

"No, I'm fine. I'll try to find some blueberries or blackberries; we're almost out of jam."

 

Your brother nodded, not really caring about where you would be going as long as you were there for lunch.

 

It was a really nice morning. Your cheeks happily took in all the warmth the sun could give you, and your nose enjoyed the pure air.

 

Jiji came in running, waving her tail as she saw you.

 

You pat behind her ears before starting to run towards the forest, Jiji following you behind, happy to participate in the race.

You enjoyed running. I'm the forest. Everything was a new challenge.

Big rocks in the middle of the path? You had to be quick to change the oath of your race.

Were the three roots preventing you from continuing? You had to jump right in.

And Jiji seemed to be enjoying it even more than you, as she even barked all the way there.

You came across a familiar path. There were multiple fruit trees there, and it was the place where you always got both blackberries and blueberries when you were a child.

Your father showed it to you once, and it just got stuck in your brain. You could get there with your eyes closed.

Jam was something your family always loved. Before you were born, your mother always made sure to have some.

When she passed away, this also stopped happening, until you turned thirteen and found out about a book full of your mother's recipes.

Your brother always praised your cooking, and even though he said it didn't have the same taste as your mother's, yours was really delicious as well.

You wished you could have had at least one taste of your mother's cooking.

The wet feeling of Jiji's liking your hand brought you back to the present.

"You're bored?" You asked her, patting behind her ears once again. You looked around, trying to find something to entertain Jiji with.

Your attention was focused on a branch that was a short distance from where you were.

You grabbed the branch, throwing it as far as the strength in your arms would allow, so that Jiji would run after it.

As the dog turned around to find it and bring it back, you started the task of the day.

You had a handful of blueberries when you felt something hitting your foot.

You took the branch again, repeating the action so Jiji could play while you kept working.

When you had enough of them, you started walking back home, throwing the branch for Jiji on the way home.

When you were about to get out of the forest, you threw it a little too high, falling above a small tree. You sighed as Jiji started desperately barking at it, trying to get it back.

Putting the fruit on the ground for a second, you approached the tree, taking it and throwing it somewhere where Jiji could actually get it this time.

"Better now? You little—" Your words got stuck in the back of your throat as your eyes focused on something wrapped around one of the tree's leaves.

Dancing to the barely noticeable wind, there was a single hair.

A single blond hair with blood on it.

You felt your stomach twist; this was the hint you needed to finally leave behind the doubts you had had for your own sake for the past few days.

 

You carefully took it, holding it as if you were holding gold.

 

This was the biggest treasure you could have found.

 

Forgetting the blueberries behind you, you rushed towards the house. You were excited to show it to your brother.

 

How could he deny it now?

 

This was obviously proof enough.

 

You stormed into the room, the door slamming against the wall, startling both Mark and Luke.

 

"What happened?" Asked Mark, worried.

 

You didn't say anything; instead, you walked until you came face to face with your brother, lifting your fingers to show that you were securely there.

 

Your brother's eyes moved from your face to your hair. You clearly saw the frown on his face.

 

You heard Mark coming closer to you both, wanting to be included in whatever was happening as well.

 

"What are we looking at?" Mark asked, not understanding the meaning behind the hair.

 

"Look at it." You said, "What is this?"

 

"A hair?" Your brother said it without understanding as well.

You rolled your eyes.

"It's not just a hair; it's a blonde hair! And look—it also has blood on it. Dry blood!"

"(Y/n)..." Your brother mumbled annoyedly, "Don't start again with that nonsense."

"But listen to me!" You insisted, "It was in a tree near where I found the body before it disappeared."

"That doesn't prove anything! Are you hearing yourself right now?"

"But why doesn't it?" You protested, raising your voice.

"Because it's just a hair, there's nothing special about it!" Your brother replied, raising his voice as well, "There are plenty of blonde people in this town; one of them lost it when they were walking near here. That's way more realistic than some mysterious man suddenly dying and disappearing in the middle of the night."

"But what about the blood? That man's hair was soaking in blood, and so is this one!"

"(Y/n), Jiji literally killed a sheep; there are plenty of dogs around our house that are also killing animals, especially at night! That hair probably touched one of those animals."

"And what? Suddenly got stuck near the place where I saw that body?"

"Yes, (y/n), why is it so hard to believe?" Your brother replied, "Yesterday was pretty windy; that's probably why."

"Why does your theory make sense but mine doesn't?"

Your brother looked at you straight in the eyes and said, "You know why."

You froze on the spot.

 

"What do you mean with that?" You couldn't believe your own ears.

 

"Okay, let's think about it for a second. You're telling me you saw a dead man's body outside the house, and what? Came back to life and just went back home?"

 

"Or," Mark started, "the person who killed him came back for the body?"

 

"Mark, don't start you too."

 

"I'm not starting anything; I'm just saying. I'm trying to think of more options."

 

"Oh well, congratulations then; you're probably going to get yourself killed in the upcoming week for seeing it."

 

"Luke, don't joke about it." Mark said it seriously, not finding it funny.

"I'm just saying, either you have a dead man coming back to life or a murder scene, and I don't know which one is better at this point."

"Let's just drop it; I'm hungry; why don't we eat now?" Mark intervened again, trying to erase the tension.

Luke slapped your wrist softly, not to hurt you but to make you drop the hair you still had in your hands.

"Let's just stop this; I don't want you to talk about it."

The rest of the lunch passed rather quietly. Mark and Luke continue talking with each other while you fully focus on finishing the meal Luke has prepared for you all.

As they finished it, they took their jackets and decided to keep the fun at Mark's house, leaving you by yourself at your house.

You didn't mind; after the interaction you had with your brother, you really needed some alone time.

So you went to your room and started organizing the mess you had made there the past few days. Opening your window to let the fresh air come in.

You enjoyed having the house to yourself, feeling free to do whatever you wanted to do, even if that was singing out loud or speaking to yourself.

You started singing and making your bed. The big pile of books you had forgotten on your nightstand was now on your bed with other books you had recently gotten from a neighbor who was about to throw them in the trash.

The flowers you had picked for yourself had dirty water on them, so going to the open window, you threw the water outside. You searched for Jiji from there, wondering where that dog could possibly be.

You turned around, putting new water on the flowers and letting them decorate your room from the small space by your window.

You heard Jiji suddenly barking at something, so you looked outside the window smiling, expecting to see Jiji, but instead, you saw a silhouette standing at the source of the forest.

The sillouete was tall, had pale skin, and had blonde hair. You couldn't really see his factions clearly since he was far away. But you could feel the eyes on you.

 

Your heart was beating really fast, and as you took two steps backward, you didn't notice the bedframe being so close to you.

 

And it wasn't until you lost your balance that you managed to separate your attention from the silhouette of your current situation.

 

One single thought occurred to your kind before your head hit the floor hard and everything turned black.

 

That dead man's body was looking straight at you.

 

Alive.

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King of Your Heart

Chapter 16 "I wanna be the king"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad (yet), jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, it's the last fucking chapter, so many taylor swift references, fluff, husband!frankie, smut, pregnancy (not reader), angst, courthouse wedding, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: i think i will be deleting this fic from tumblr at the end of the week. so read up while you can all because of this message<3 but thank you all for reading. i loved this ride of a story, i appreciate all my supporters. here's the fucking happy ending everyone wanted, i rewrote this last chapter 3 fucking times because i just didn't want everyone to hate me anymore than already do. i had a whole other author's note for the last chapter but nevermind.

inside the world of king of your heart

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It's been 6 months since Frankie popped the question after you and him had sat down and talked out everything you both have done to each other and then talked about little Morales on the way. Frankie offered you the chance to leave but you held his scruffy face in your hands, staring into his deep brown eyes, and said "Frankie, I want you and everything that comes with it." Frankie smiles, his eyes crinkling, and starts to tear up. Your heart soars when he nuzzles his face into your palms, breathing in your sweet scent and the warmth of your soft skin.

A wedding was out of the picture when you and Frankie decided to start looking for a bigger home for your growing family. You and her buried the hatchet and will do everything in the best interest of everyone's baby. You offered to take her to the doctor's appointments because you told her that the baby is just as much yours as hers.

Spending so much time with her created a nice acquaintanceship. The only stress you had was getting ready to welcome a human into the world. There were days when it was painful to be around her since she was living out your dream. Pregnant with Frankie's baby. You thought it was a sign to never have kids, just put it in the back of your mind. Frankie would come to the appointments when his job allowed him.

"I have a feeling it's a girl," she rubs her belly and looks out the window while you drove to the appointment. You smile and nod in response. "I have the same feeling," it was nice to agree and not have any fight behind it. You all agreed for it to be a surprise to find out the sex of the baby.

When the baby shower came around your emotions got heavier, especially when it was of her family and all of Frankie's family too. You felt like the black sheep of the party, sticking out like a sore thumb, no one talking to you besides Mari and Charolette. Frankie's mother was doting on Vanessa and Frankie. You had to remind yourself to keep a smile on your face and just enjoy being around your new family. It was also like a housewarming party since you found the perfect house. But the guys weren't there and Frankie had only stayed for an hour before leaving all the ladies with each other.

He slinks out of the living room to the kitchen, finding you mixing more punch and staring into the crystal bowl with the red liquid threatening to spill over the edges.

"Mama is looking for you," Frankie comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist. Your stirring comes to a halt, and your muscles tense up Frankie kisses your head and rubs your shoulders. He knows you've been on edge lately, he knew your mind was racing about what his mother wants to talk to you about. "Okay, I'll see you later, baby," You say, turning around to face him in his plaid button-up and slacks. You lay a sweet kiss on his cheek then sliding out of his arms.

The talk with his mother went a little like this, "I know you love him and he loves you but you're keeping a family apart." you sat there and nodded at everything she said. She wasn't wrong, you knew she was right, watching Frankie become a less angry person as the due date grew close and he was sweet with Vanessa. You didn't feel kicked aside at all through the months until now sitting in the mess of the aftermath of having over 30 people in your home. A glimpse into your future, with the birthday parties and holidays. Left cleaning other people's mess with Frankie god knows where. 

You dismissed what his mother said, never bringing it up to Frankie. You know better than to play with fire. It was a Friday morning when you woke up next to Frankie waking up for work. The ache in your chest is suffocating as you stare at your future husband probably thinking about her and the baby instead of you and how you were right there next to him. You felt like a stranger in your own home. Frankie looks at you and smiles with his boyish grin.

"Let's get married today," Frankie rolls and hovers above you, caging you in with his arms. He looks down at you, seeing you with a shocked expression. "R-Really?" You sit in a rush, almost smacking into Frankie, he chuckles and nods, sitting up with you in the middle of the bed. Your arms wrap around his neck and you smash your lips against his. You rush out of bed and pull Frankie along with you. Frankie starts the shower with you kissing his shoulder blade and hugging him. Anticipation sat in your tummy, the day has finally come and still the ache rests on your chest.

You pull out the dress you picked for this day, a short off-white dress with puffy sleeves. You didn't need to be at the courthouse until 1 pm, took the few hours you had left to write the vows. Frankie disappears to the bedroom while you sat at the white desk. The pen was slipping from your grip, and the sweat from your palms collected when you wrote the last line of your vows. Sealing the papers in the envelope, smoothing out your dress before walking out of your office 

Frankie heard your heels click on the hardwood floors that you demanded when you and him were looking for houses. He quickly folds the papers in half, shoving them in the envelope. He heads down the stairs and meets you in the living room.

You were looking at your reflection in the TV, and you turned around to see Frankie wearing the white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, no tie, black slacks. His dark brown hair was effortlessly styled with a brush through his hair with his fingers. He kept his scruff and mustache, your heart swelled at the sight of him. You smile at the memory of you pestering Frankie when you first became friends, you had gifted him clothes for his birthday telling him 'It's okay to invest in nice clothes'. 

You and Frankie stand in front of each other with the envelopes behind each other's backs. When you had dreamed of your wedding day you always imagined it with people buzzing around you but just being you and him in the home you bought together was perfect. No one was there.

Just you and Frankie. You have him. He's here to stay and so are you. Frankie's brown eyes rake up and down your body, he admires how the dress flairs out and stops just a bit above your mid-thigh, displaying your thighs, and the way you had your hair pinned back with a bejeweled hair clip, he takes in the fact that you had on a full face of makeup, the way the beige colors of the eyeshadow bring out the color of your eyes, and the eyeliner drawing his attention to the eyes that made him a lovesick man. 

"Mrs. Morales, you look like a true princess," Frankie makes the first move, stepping towards you and wrapping his free arm around your waist. The soft giggles from you made his heart beat a little faster. 

"Thank you, Mr. Morales. You look dashing," Your hand slides up the dress shirt, feeling his warmth come through the cotton. 

He looks like a husband, a husband who loves you and all your craziness. You tilt your head to look up at him, slotting your lips to lock with his. One last kiss before the one that seals everything together. 

You stand in the cold courtroom along with many other couples, varying in age, race, and gender. You liked how everyone was in their worlds. Frankie was trying to text the guys about the events of this morning, trying to arrange a little something for you, just a surprise. You looked at Frankie who had his back to you, wondering what was eating his attention.

Your names were called, Frankie quickly shoves his phone into his pocket. He takes your hand in his and squeezes it as you approach the judicial notary. The basic ceremonial vows were repeated by Frankie first, "I, Francisco, take you" with your name leaving his lips made you melt into a puddle, ", to be my wife. In this moment, I promise before these witnesses to love you and care for you all of our days. I accept you with your faults and your strengths, even as I offer myself with my faults and my strengths." he choked up and pushed down the sob that was coming up. 

Frankie was grateful to have you become his wife. He was emotional over the fact that you still want him after all the bad things he has done in service and not in service. You still want him even for his PTSD and addiction, you know everything and still want him as your lifelong partner made him realize that he doesn't have to live in fear or darkness anymore. 

You raise your right hand and take a deep breath, "I," you cringe a bit when your legal name leaves your mouth, it was hard to say it because you don't identify with it, you are Princess ", take you, Francisco, to be my husband. In this moment, I promise before these witnesses to love you and care for you all of our days. I accept you with your faults and your strengths, even as I offer myself with my faults and my strengths." You were zoned in how Frankie's eyes dilated when you said the word 'husband' and how the smirk on his face became smug. 

The officiant said the famous words, Frankie practically sweeps you off your feet, dipping you back and your arms wrapping around his neck like this morning in bed, his lips greedily find yours, pressing them together with sweetness and dominance. The taste of your lip gloss and his wintergreen mint was left in your mouth. Frankie pulls away and puts you back on your feet. You took a second to regain your stability from the kiss and the fact you wore heels. "Let's get out of here," Frankie whispers in your ear. 

When you walk out of the courthouse and stop at the top of the stairs outside. This is it, you are married to him. It's done. You're a wife now. Frankie's wife. He is yours forever. You both look at each other and take a deep breath at the same time. The day has been nothing but perfect, waking up next to him, the first words to come out were 'let's get married today', sharing a hot shower with you giving him a blowjob then him fucking you with so much lust in his thrusts, you both taking time out of the day to write your vows to each other to be read later, now here you are married to him. 

"I love you," Frankie and you say at the same time. The sun right above the two of you, Frankie cradles your cheek in his hand, tilting your head back so he can see how angelic you look as his wife, so soft and submissive, not angry anymore. His beautiful princess is finally his for life. "I bought you something, it's at home and there's another surprise waiting for you," Frankie says, scooping you bridal style and going down the stairs with you in his muscular arms.

"My husband already bought me something, how sweet, and has a surprise for his wife. So doting." You tease, running your fingers through his hair while he carries you to the truck. He opens the door and gently sets you in your seat. You turn your torso to grab his Standard Heating Oil hat and smoosh down his curls, "There. Now you look normal," You caress his beard and kiss his pouty lips. He smiles and winks at you before buckling you in. 

The drive home was you trying to pull Frankie's surprise out of him. You were antsy and just wanted to get home and rip his clothes off. When you pull into the driveway, you see candles along the sidewalk leading to the gate of the backyard.

You chuckle and walk with Frankie to the backyard to find everyone at a round table with candle sticks in the center of the table. Everyone you love so much, Will and Charolette, Pope and that chick he met at Will's wedding, Benny and Mari, and then Vanessa. She was there with a smile and her pregnant belly carrying your baby. Frankie nodded at her and then ushered you to your seat, your plate next to on your left Benny and Frankie on your right. 

Once you were all seated, exchanged congratulations Benny stood and held his glass of champagne.

"This day has been a long time coming since the night Princess almost punched me in the face," soft laughs broke out around the table, you nudged his hip with your elbow,

"She met her person and Catfish met his. I think we can agree that when they were together that it was hard to watch, Fish c'mon you should've kissed her the second you met her," Frankie rolls his eyes and brings your chair closer to his,

"What I'm trying to say is that we all love you guys and that it's about damn time you tied the knot, To...friendship," Benny sniffles back his tears and raise his glass, 'To friendship' everyone murmurs. You drink the gold bubbly and set the empty glass on the table. 

It was beautiful to see your friends celebrate you and Frankie. You felt the closeness you've always yearned for. No one judges the other person, everyone just knows and minds their business. Your eyes flickered to Vanessa talking to Pope's girl, they were talking about kids.

Pope was half listening when he looked over at you watching Vanessa. He couldn't make out the aching look on your face. You thought about how everything was so juvenile just months ago and now you both have made the effort to forget the past. You admired how she came here to celebrate you and him. She was enjoying herself and it was comforting that you have grown up. 

The night was coming to an end when you started to fall asleep while dancing with Frankie. Everyone said goodnight and one more congrats your way. Closing the door and turning to see Frankie already unbuttoning his shirt and shoes off with the bottle of champagne in his hand. You bite your lips drinking in the unholy image in front of you. He's delicious and wants you. 

"Now I was promised a gift from my husband," You stalk Frankie, your hands roaming his waist and going up his chest and shoulders. Frankie looks down at you through his lashes and smiles with a nod. "Go sit on the bed, change into the set that was a gift from the girls, and I'll bring out your gift." He commands, your breath hitches in your throat, and his low voice is almost a growl.

You scurried up the stairs. You walked into the bedroom with the white box wrapped with a black bow across it. Your fingers rubbed the soft silk ribbon against your skin. You take off the top of the box to expose the black satin nightie that was sheer lace at the cups of the breasts, and black lace thong to wear under. Expensive lace, not itchy, woven delicately. You loved how satin was cool along your body, you love how it's hugging your hips and stopping just at where Frankie will be worshipping you. 

The door opens, Frankie with a velvet box in his hand and the unopened bottle of champagne. You sit on your knees at the end of the bed, Frankie stands in front of you after he sets the bottle down on the bedside table. "I know you, Princess. I want you to wear this pride, not because I want to own you but because I love you for you and you love me" Frankie is staring into your soul, you know what he is saying. He opens the box to the necklace, with the dainty 'F' initial pendant pulled taut and will rest where your collarbones meet. 

"I trust you," you stated, with no hesitation. He whispers 'Turn around', you face your back to him, and he gathers your hair to push out the way. His lips gently pressed to your skin, taking in your sweet scent and how your peach fuzz felt against his scruff. He clasps the necklace together and lays a kiss on your pulse point. Your skin heated down your body, the intimacy was healing your angry heart. You feel up your body to feel out the necklace and remember the 'F' between your fingers. "Thank you for this, I want this," you reassured Frankie, knowing he was doubting himself up to this moment. 

Frankie pressed you down against the mattress, muscle memory took over as you arched your back and raised your hips. His calloused hands, slide up your thighs, taking handfuls of the soft flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks, giving him a peek at your pink pussy in contrast to the black lace decorating your cunt. Glistening with your slick you've been producing all day.

Frankie groans when strings of your arousal connect the slutty thong,

"Fuck baby, have you been this wet all day?" Frankie brings his face to your cunt. His tongue licks up your slit, tasting slight orange from the mimosa you've been sipping all morning and how your tang mixed heavenly with it. Your musk mixing with the perfume you spray on your thighs was intoxicating to Frankie.

"Yes," you hiss out when he spreads you out more, just looking at how your hole flutters around nothing, aching to be filled. His fingers slide up and down your slit collecting your juices. You shudder at his teeth grazing against your skin, his tongue licking around the bite. 

"How should I make my wife cum? By my fingers, or should I eat your yummy cunt? Maybe just stuff you full with my cock and fuck you into the bed?" Frankie pushes his middle finger into your pussy, you whimpered feeling his finger fuck in and out of you slowly.

"'M, fuck you with my fingers then my cock," Frankie mumbles into the fat of your thigh, focused on how your pussy was swallowing his fingers, he curls them hitting your g-spot, and your body lurches forward a bit from the instant pleasure you were wavering in.

"Fuck! Frankie, baby right there!" You hummed out, fucking yourself back on his fingers, his thumb pressing against your clit, a gush of slick ran down his hand, and Frankie licks up the slick. Your walls clenching rapidly around his digits. 

Your thigh trembled uncontrollably, as your juices sprayed onto your thighs, the sheets, and his arms.

"Baby you feel so good," you slurred out, high off of the white-hot pleasure running through your body head to toe. Frankie kisses your ass once more before slowly retracting his fingers from your core. You hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of clothes hitting the ground, Frankie climbs on the bed and taps your hip to flip over. 

"I want to see your beautiful face when you take your husband's cock for the first time," Frankie's words were about to make you cum without him touching you. He pushes your thighs to your chest, and in one swift motion, he thrust his thick aching cock into your dripping core. You looked him right in the eyes, your mouth opened moaning from how full you feel when he's inside of you, and the pressure from being in the mating press.

Frankie rests your calves on his shoulders as he sets a fast pace, the tip of his length hitting your cervix, and his mouth kisses around your ankle, his tongue all over your legs. His deep groans turning into growls with each thrust.

His eyes gaze down at the necklace and his initial resting on your throat. "You're mine forever," Frankie leans down and sucks the thin skin on your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Your hands pull on his hair, bringing his mouth to yours, his mouth opens inviting you in, the taste of champagne and your tang in his spit made you crave more of Frankie. 

It was messy and hungry. Your salvia on his tongue, he spits into your mouth when you moan out when he lets go of your legs, letting fall open naturally, his pace slows down. He rests on his elbows next to your head, holding you in place, gazing at how fucked out you looked with his saliva coating your lips, your makeup running down your face, the lingerie wrinkled and covered in sex.

"I love you, princess," he whines, feeling his cock pump his seed into your womb, your legs locking him in place. "I love you, fish" you cried out when your orgasm floods you, consuming you when you could feel Frankie's warm cum mixed with yours, trickling out of your cunt that could handle so much. 

Panting fills the silence and you pull Frankie to your chest, letting him rest, skin to skin. You want to rip out your chest and let him live inside of you forever. Your soft hands rub up and down his back, your nails lightly scratching his skin. Frankie could feel the chemistry of your hormones bring him closer to your soul. He loves it. You smell heavenly and look like a smoke show. His wife. His best friend. 

You both relax, heartbeats slowing down enough for you to get under the covers, not worrying about the mess of your love on the sheets and between your thighs until tomorrow. Frankie pops open the champagne and lets you have the first sip. Life is good for once. You have him. He's yours. 

The vows:

'My dearest friend, Francisco Morales. You have been my whole world since the night we met. We clicked right away, everyone assuming we were dating. Our friends pulling me away from you at the first party we went as friends, they asked if we were dating. I said no and then I was told we should date. I thought they were crazy. Years later I am writing these vows to be married to you. Before you, I was perfectly fine with being on my own, and you broke down all my walls. You made me better. You have been the person I've been waiting for. The king of my heart. Frankie, I am the luckiest woman in the world to have you worship me and my love for you. I know the road to this day was not easy, but you made it with me by your side. We've been to hell and back with each other, you have proved time after time that you will love me for me. You're a mansion with a view, I need you to know that you are wonderful in and out. I love you with my entire heart. Our love has been delicate but now it's long-lasting. I am ready for the next chapter in our lives. I am ready for our little baby on the way and the many more we will have together. I swear on my life to love you under any condition, any time, any where. I swear to be loyal and surrender all my fears to you. I swear to be your one and only until our last breaths. Thank you for loving me when I was so hard to love. No one was ever or will ever be worthy of my love, passion, or my heart. Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.'

'My best friend,' your full name etched into the white paper, 'the title that you only hold. You stole my heart and never gave it back. It always been yours to keep. When you first walked into my life, I knew that I would fall hard. Your smile grabbed my attention. I love how you love me and our friends. I never wanted to be with another person so badly until you, Princess. When you chose me as a best friend I was thought I could die a happy man. I will always be yours. Everything is about you and I wouldn't want change it for the world. You're magnetic, I am drawn to you. You are my enchantress and I am perfectly fine to be under your spell for the rest of our lives. My sweet baby, I love you more than anything on this earth. I was never excited about life until I met you. Princess, everything that has happened has made me want to be the very best man for you. I want to be the king. I will be. I am the king, with you as my church, religion and everything I believe in. I swear to put you first, I swear to make things right, I swear to cherish our time together. I swear to love you and worship you every day. 'Til death do us part.'

hi guys thank you for reading. let me know if you want an epilogue. thank you again

[hmshermitcraft]

Pearl grew up in a small village. Her family wasn't poor.. not rich either, but just average. Enough to get by, but not enough to just spend and spend and spend. Pearl's family had a little sheep farm where they all take turns to watch the sheep. One day, Grian asked Pearl to cover his shift for him. Pearl agreed only because Grian gave her an IOU for it.

While Pearl was watching the sheep, a woman came by. Probably the most beautiful woman in the world if you ask Pearl. She had green emerald eyes, beautiful orange hair that reminded Pearl of Autumn. She had scars on her face, and wore a rather expensive looking outfit, accompanied by a shiny amethyst earring.

"Hello, do you have somewhere I can sleep and stay at for a while?" She asks politely,

"Yeah, you can sleep with me." Pearl blurts out,

"Uhm. Excuse me?" She says looking rather red,

"Er- I mean, sleep at my house haha!" Pearl says embarassed "So uh, since you're gonna be sleeping at my house, what's your name? I'm Pearl, but you can just call me yours." Pearl says with a wink,

"Thank you, do you flirt with everyone you meet? Name's Gem by the way." She, or rather "Gem" says,

"Only the pretty ones" Pearl replies,

They continue their flirty (one sided) banter until Pearl's shift ends. They have to sneak Gem in because somehow Pearl forgot her house had other people in it. People that might not like a random stranger in their house.

○□♤♡◇♧☆

They talk and hang out for about three days. Through out those three days, Pearl learned that Gem was learning to be a wizard! They were by the river bed, Pearl got up and said, 

"It's time to call it a day I think!... Uh Gem? Why aren't you getting up?"

"Ah well, I think it's time for me to leave." Gem says, and if Pearl focuses, she'd hear the sadness in Gem's tone,

"What!? Why!?" Pearl exclaimed,

"I'm a witchling Pearlie, I travel for magic-y things. You didn't think I would stay here forever, did you?" Gem asks,

"God, that didn't even cross my mind! Awh, but it's been so much more fun with you around.." Pearl mutters,

"Tell you what, I'll visit every now and then kay?" Gem says,

"Promise?" Pearl questions, holding out her pinky finger,

"Promise." Gem says as she interlocks their pinkies together. 

They let go of each other and Gem walks away, not even ten steps in she goes back.

"Oh! Also, Pearl?" Gem says, looking a bit.. red,

"Yeah?" Pearl questions,

"Er, uh- mm.. you're cute." Gem leans in and gives Pearl a kiss "Ahaha! Bye now!" Gem scrambles and leaves Pearl there flustered and dazed.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Nathanael | Troublemaker | Platonic

Dialogue prompt: “Why are you like this?”

Requested: Yes

Nathanael gets in trouble in front of a Roman guard. He’s might be your best friend, but sometimes, he needs to take it down a notch, or two, or three.

Growing up with Nathanael, you were fully aware that you needed to take everything he said with a pretty royal grain of salt from a very young age. Since your childhood, you had known that the boy had no filter and as you became older, this didn’t necessarily fade upon maturing although he learnt to regulate it a tad somewhere along the way. Philip would also attest to that, for the pair of you would often get the architect out of trouble whenever he spoke his mind during moments that it wasn’t appropriate.

Like now, when you were standing face to face with a Roman guard, Nathanael with a beautifully braided loaf of bread under his arm. Upon turning the corner a few seconds earlier, it was hard to miss the crimson-clad armour-wearing tower of strength that stood in your way, and whereas you had immediately hopped to the side to avoid a collision, Nathanael had gone face-first into the Roman’s chest and stepped back with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

Now, this wouldn’t really have been a problem if Nathanael had only stepped aside. But it is, after all, Nathanael.

“Would you like a piece, officer? You Romans don’t really have the amazing foods we have.” 

You are certain that the architect means the words to hold no ill intent, but the sneer on the guard’s face goes completely over his head. Although the intonation of his voice is not demeaning, the soldier seems to be in a foul mood.

“Move along, Jew.” 

“You know, I think you Romans should smile more. It can really brighten someone’s day! Sometimes, when I’m upset, I go to my friend (Y/n), who I then ask to tell me a good joke. Do you know any good jokes, sir? I could tell you some.” 

You grab Nathanael’s arm and squeeze, your voice lowering to a hiss. “Nathanael, step away. This is not the time.” 

The eyes of the soldier narrow. “I said: move along.”

Nathanael does not heed your warning nor does he realise the hand on the guard’s hilt, and he continues his story as if he isn’t speaking to the oppressor carrying a sizable sword on his hip.

“Right, so you Romans got no jokes to smile about? Let me tell you one. A Pharisee and a Roman guard walk into The Hammer. The bartender asks what they want to drink–”

“Nathanael…” you mutter in a dangerously low tone, “Let’s go.”

“–The Pharisee orders some wine whereas the Roman orders an ale. Says the Pharisee to the Roman–”

The sword of the Roman guard sings as it is unsheathed and he holds it in front of Nathanael, who pauses and swallows thickly. Instead of shutting up, however, he attempts to continue his joke:

“Says the Pharisee to the Roman, hey, I didn’t know that Romans frequented The Hammer. To which the Roman answers Well we don’t, but our own—”

“Do you’ve got sheep dung in your ears?! I said to move along, you nasty Jew!” the soldier roars, and suddenly a few dozen eyes are onto the pair of you. 

You start to pull away Nathanael with force this time, but he struggles. “But you haven’t even heard how the joke ends yet! For all you know, it is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard, hm? How could you know? And then, you can tell your buddies back at your quarters, and they’ll love you for it!”

Before you can completely yank him away, for the Roman’s face grows more and more red with every passing second, Nathanael is roughly pushed against the wall, face-first. He lets out a grunt and the soldier shoves you away, even though you are in no position to effectively fight back against the armoured man that was two heads taller than you. The bread Nath held under his arm falls onto the dusty ground.

“Hey! Is that how you treat someone who tells you a good story? I wonder how you treat people who actually do something wrong— Ouch! That hurts!”

Frozen where you stand, all you can do is watch with a rapidly racing heart how Nathanael is being tied up around his wrists with a thick rope despite his pained sounds. “S-Sir!” you try to verbally stop the guard, “He’s only joking! He–He isn’t in his right mind, please, have mercy!”

“What do you mean, (Y/n)?! My mind is perfectly fine– Ow!”

“Shut your trap, Jewish dog! If your little friend wants you back in one piece, they’d better have a heavy purse on hand!”

“S-Sir! I don’t have any money!” you plead.

The Roman guard sharply turns to you and you back away out of instinct, gasping a little. 

“Then you better get started on earning some. Your friend will surely not enjoy his stay in the Capernaum dungeons.”

You fight the sound of distress that threatens to stream from your lungs as the guard drags along Nathanael, who can’t do anything else but move forward. After a few seconds of staring at either you or at the display of your friend being taken into custody by a Roman, the people around you start moving again, continuing their daily chores.

It takes you a moment to gather yourself, to process what has just happened. Suddenly, panic surges within your chest. 

Philip. You should go to find Philip immediately.

Leaving the bread on the ground where it gathers grime with every passing second, you rush to the flat where you know him to be staying at.

Your feet have never carried you so fast before and you enter without knocking, nor do you dust off your feet. A few shocked faces turn to you – Judas, Little James, Simon Zee and Philip– “Phil!” you gasp, out of breath, putting a hand on your side to hopefully ease the throbbing stab that has formed into your lower abdomen, “Nathanael… He’s… A Roman guard… A-And he didn’t shut up…”

Immediately and without asking anything, Philip stands and leaves behind whatever conversation he was having with his friends to join you swiftly.

Due to the depth of your friendship, Philip and you don’t need to tell one another a lot to understand what the other means, but still, he turns to you for you to fill him in. Putting his hands on your shoulders, he looks at you with a concerned twinkle in his eye as you try to calm down your breaths, which are still rapid and shallow. 

“What happened, (Y/n)? I need details.”

“Well, you know how he is,” you huff, “Nathanael, I mean. We went to market and he accidentally bumped into a Roman guard as we turned the corner. Instead of being reasonable and stepping aside at the soldier’s behest, he chose to tell him a joke of all things. The Roman had a sour look on his face yet Nathanael didn’t heed his warnings, and he was arrested on the spot after failing to quit his antics.”

Philip rolls his eyes but cannot fight the grin tugging at his lips. “That’s typical Nathanael, I suppose. He doesn’t know these boundaries.” His face falls again into a more serious frown. “Let’s… Let’s try to get him out, I suppose.”

You nod and tell him where the soldier said they would be going. “He told me it’s going to cost us bail money,” you warn Philip, “And the problem is, we don’t have any. Shouldn’t we ask… You know.” 

“Jesus?”

You nod. “I-I mean I know that He is busy so I’d rather not disturb Him, but what else can we do? I’m sure that Jesus can talk them into releasing Nathanael.”

Chuckling, Philip pats your shoulder. “I like the way you think that Jesus is perfectly capable of doing so. I agree with that, for our Messiah has got a great way with words, however, as you also mention, I’m sure that Jesus is busy enough with His own things. I’d say that we can figure this out perfectly fine by ourselves.”

A bit more determined, you nod and head over to the location mentioned by the guard. There, he seems invested in a conversation about something rather hilarious with two other centurions, one of whom has his helmet under his arm. Once you clear your throat, he turns to you, his laughter dying in his throat. 

“Oh, it’s you, the friend of that one fool.”

“I’ve brought my brother.” you lie, “We can explain why our friend has displayed the behaviour that he did.”

The guard frowns and mockingly grins at his colleagues, giving a small shake of his head. “Now, this is going to be interesting. Two Jews trying to convince me? Enjoy the show, boys.”

You plant your hands on your hips as the two other Romans cackle loudly, the soldier who had detained Nathanael turning to you. “Speak up.”

“Our friend, he is… He sometimes says things without thinking first.” Philip begins. 

“He is the type that talks first before thinking about what he is going to say.” you add, “He… Unintentionally offends people with that sometimes.”

“He’s got trouble reading the room but is awfully honest as a result.” 

You nod and continue. “Yes, so trust us when we can tell you that our friend meant no harm in trying to make a joke. He’s just like that sometimes. All he wanted was to make your day a little better.”

The soldier sighs and reaches out his palm looking at the two of you expectantly. “Money?”

“We don’t have any.” Philip mutters, “Even if we wanted to, we couldn’t pay you.”

“Why not?”

“Taxes, sir.” you emphasise.

For a long moment, he stares at you, but you don’t break eye-contact. Then, his gaze goes to Philip, to his fellow centurions, and back to you. 

“Fine,” he says. “Let this be a final warning for him.”

You fight hard against the smile of relief that threatens to spread over your face. Instead, you swallow thickly to force it down and nod. “Thank you, sir.”

He heads into the adjacent building and a minute later, he steps out with a still-bound Nathanael. The curly-haired man in question laughs as soon as he sees the two of you. 

“See, I knew you could do it! I knew you two could talk me out of it!” 

The dangerous glance from the Roman soldier does not go over his head this time and his face drops whilst the guard unties him. For a moment, you and Philip look at one another, fighting smirks of your own. 

“Thank you so much, Mr Guard!” Nathanael is about to pat the man in question on the shoulder but decides against it at the very last second before walking over to the two of you.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

“It will not, sir,” you chime, “Thank you, and have a good day!”

Both of you drag Nathanael to the other end of the street, each grabbing hold of one arm, before you turn to him fully. 

“That was pretty stupid.” you huff, “Why are you like this?” The moment the words leave your lips, you regret them. “We’ve been very lucky that we could get you out without having to pay for it this time. Next time, there will be very real consequences.” 

Nathanael opens his mouth to make a light-hearted joke about it, but pauses when he sees your frown, and he sighs. “Fine, I’ll try my very best.”

Your face softens. “I’m sorry that I asked why you are like this. I know that it is just part of your character, that it is in your nature to sometimes act the way you do. But still.”

The former architect hums and tilts his head. “No offence taken. I know that people aren’t always so forgiving about that trait of mine.”

Philip clears his throat and speaks up: “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we think of a code word we can say to you if you need to take it down a notch? That way, we don’t need to directly tell you to shut it, but it will make you aware of the social situation that requires a different response from you. Does that make sense?”

Both you and Nathanael smile in positive surprise at the suggestion. “That’s a brilliant idea!” Nathanael quips, “Ah, how about… Quartz! Or-Or-Or architect! How about the word pomegranate?”

Chuckling, you pat his shoulder. “Pomegranate it is. If Philip or I tell you that word whilst you’re having a conversation, you’ll be more aware of the situation.”

With a firm nod, Nathanael puts his hands on yours and Philip’s upper arm. “Thank you, friends. I know that I’d be lost without you.”

“Likewise, Nathanael. Although you can sometimes get yourself and us in trouble, the world needs more people who are like you.”

He cannot fight the slight flush on his cheeks and hums, leading you towards the flat where you had found Philip a while earlier. 

“Talking about pomegranates has made me hungry. Let’s go back to market, friends, for I’ll pick up some fruits for us. My treat!”

[jinxhallows]

Come Fill My Senses Up With You (Lucifer x Fem!Reader)

I’m just gonna go ahead and add Luc to my bias list because I am enjoying writing him and he has me constantly cooing and cheesing and arguing with my phone when I play.

(Not me deadass rolling my eyes when he ended a text convo with me rather abruptly, and me saying aloud, “You know you want me Luc but we can play this game if you want” My bestfriend said “Girl y u talking to a robot” I replied, “Girl he is not a robot he is an app”)

Anyway,  s’ fckn roc n rowe yeh?

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔶 𝔖𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔘𝔭 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔜𝔬𝔲

ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴡ: ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴍ, ꜱᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ!ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ!ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʟɪᴍɪᴛ ᴛᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇ-ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛ (ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ) ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: °  🎀  𝟥𝟥𝟫𝟣  🎀  °

I taste the air around you,

& I feel brand new.

Come fill my senses up with you.

- Jericho by The Weekend Players

"I’m sorry, one more time?” Lucifer leans his body back into his throne-like chair, an amused, deviant glint in his eyes as he drapes his legs atop the executive desk, crossing his arms across his chest, awaiting your reply.

“Come on Luc...it’s not funny...” You murmur, looking away and bringing your lips between your teeth to hold back your own laugh.

He rests his elbow on the arm of his chair, propping his thumb underneath his chin as his index finger hides his oncoming smile at the combination of your visual discomfort and your revelation.

“No, please. One more time.” He says, trying to keep a serious, straight face as you eye him suspiciously.

“You get off on this shit, don’t you? Humiliating me like this?”

“Oh absolutely.”

That twinkle in his crimson eyes again, dimple flashing in his cheek as he grins before trying to hide it once more.  “Go on…” He gestures with his hand for you to continue speaking.

“Fine.  I’ve never had an orgasm with any of my partners before.  I fake it every single time.” You finally spit it out, feeling your skin getting hot.  If he thought it was so funny, he should probably do something about it.  You two had been together a little over a month anyhow, the sexual tension was rising to unbearable levels and here he was, making you feel like an embarrassed child about things you had little control over in your sexual past.

“You pitiful, destitute creature.” He coos condescendingly, shaking his head in pity.

Your pulse quickens as you feel the shame building inside of you; nerve endings start to tingle in your breasts.  You adjust yourself a little in your seat, curving your shoulders forward a slight, just enough to disguise your erect nipples under your white t-shirt.

It’s really no use, however.  Not only was the powerful entity in front of you a supernatural creature, but he was also highly observant.

Lucifer raises a brow.  “I think you’re the one that’s getting off on this.” He finally slowly drops his feet back down to the floor as he stands up, adjusting the red gloves on his hands.  He pays you no attention; which somehow makes you crave it even more in that very moment.  A skillful display of reverse psychological manipulation.

You say nothing, and watch his movements, no sign of what was to come next.

He comes around to the front of the desk and rests against it, closing the former distance that was between you two as he looks down at you, causing you to feel very...small.  His arms cross over his thick chest again.  

Lucifer is very tall.  He is almost tallest of all of the brothers, second only to Beelzebub, who was a 6’6“ mammoth.  As if his general demeanor was not already intimidating, his appearance was not very welcoming either.

Lucifer was alluring, he remained the Avatar of Pride, after all;

But he was never welcoming.

There was a distinctive line between the two.

“Look at you,” Lucifer purrs, “You lost little sheep.  You don’t even know what it feels like to be brought to proper ecstasy.  To be fucked like the naive dumb slut you actually are.”

You swallow, staring down at the floor as your face prickles.  You tug at the collar of you tee, to cool off and hide yourself a little more, determined to not allow him to see how turned on you were becoming from something like this.  You didn’t understand it, the more he put you down, the heavier the steady thrum deep your cunt became.

He was so patronizing, so much more…superior than you were.  He could crush you, kill you faster than you could blink, if he so very wished; but at least for now, he enjoyed keeping you around.  

Your hand tugging at your collar is grabbed so roughly, you yelp and flinch back, wondering if you were too prideful yourself in assuming he wouldn’t outright kill you.

“I know already.” He surmises, “I can hear your heart racing, I can see the hair standing up on your arms, I can even smell you…”

You look up at him in horror, pressing your thighs together in protest.  He shoves his hand between the top of your thighs, forcing them apart as he grabs you, causing you to choke out a frail cry.

“You couldn’t hide how much you like this if you tried.” He continues, watching with his cutting red eyes, every expression that you make as you feel the cool leather of his gloves warming up to your body, a texture so welcoming to your throbbing clit, wanting him to slide your panties over just a little bit and cool the fire he was stoking in you so shamelessly.

“I always knew you were a needy bitch, but I had no idea it was because you haven’t been fucked properly.” He breathes against your lips.  You’re heady and hot, pushing your hips up to feel more pressure on your cunt as you move forward to kiss him.

Immediately, Lucifer stands up, looking down at you as if you had just deeply offended him.

“That was arrogant of you to assume I wanted to kiss you.” He places his hand atop your head, as if to pet you–

But instead, grabs a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back to look at him. 

“Your mouth is only good for four things tonight,” You watch as he uses his free hand to undo the gold buckle on his belt, your chest rising and falling quickly as you are both equally terrified and pooling with desire.  You can see his cock hardened against the fabric of his dark pants.

“For begging when you’re told to,” He pulls the belt completely free from his pants in one fell swoop.  

“For praising me,” His grip tightens so hard, you whimper.

“For counting every orgasm I give you,” He lets go of your head, and your scalp throbs as the blood rushes back.  He grabs your wrists and secure them tightly with his belt.  He notices your confused expression.

“You won’t need your hands for this last one.” The corner of his mouth turns up into a depraved smirk as he stands back up, releasing his cock from his pants and underwear.

“Right now, all I want to hear is you slobbering over my cock.” He pushes into your mouth with such force, you violently gag, but your wrists are so tightly wrapped, you couldn’t do anything to push him away.  His hands are on the back of your head as he grunts, pulling back and thrusting deeper down your throat. 

You reflexively gag again, but he’s holding you tight, deriving sadistic pleasure from feeling you your throat contract repeatedly around his thick cock.  You began coughing, cheeks blowing around him, and he finally pulls out.  Saliva spills out of your mouth as you graciously accept the oxygen you were granted.

“My fucking god…” You sniff, feeling liquid trickling from your nose.

“Your god is nowhere near where I’m about to take you….” Lucifer is removing his gloves, finger by finger.  His cock head is red and plump, you notice the vein running down the side of his shaft, wanting to feeling it throb in your mouth.  You were foggy with unbridled anticipation, watching him set his gloves on the desk before turning to you again.

“You look like you want something very much.” He runs his smooth bare fingers down the side of your face.  “If you feel like you can use your words, I’ll allow it. What do you want right now?”

“I want to have an orgasm, like for real.”

Lucifer laughs, “You have a long ways to go before you get one of those.  Look at that pathetic cock-sucking you’ve just demonstrated.” He places his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up.  “Maybe you can’t even make me cum.” He muses.

“Open your mouth, pet.” He coaxes.

You are overcome with arousal as he willfully insults your ability to please him. You are eager to prove to him otherwise, to demonstrate to him that you were worthy of his praise.  You open your mouth, splaying your tongue out as well.

He shows approval.  “Good girl.”

You shudder, a dopamine rush clouding your brain.

He spits into your open mouth before thrusting his cock back inside of the warm slick wetness of your mouth.  

“That’s better...” He sighs as he fucks your more relaxed throat and you focus on swallowing him at the back of your throat.  He’s watching you, his hips grinding rhythmically into your mouth.  You extend your tongue as far as you can stretch, and every time he bottoms out in your mouth, your tongue grazes his balls.

He is now gripping your hair, pushing further into each thrust.   Despite his diligent attempts in appearing composed, you could tell he was deriving ruthless pleasure from dominating your throat like this, from the increased instances of his eyes fluttering closed before he would shake the feeling off and focus on watching you under hooded lids.

“When I cum…” He holds the bottom of your chin, “Swallow every fucking drop.  You’re not too stupid to understand that are you?”

You try to gurgle out a choked reply and you feel his hand smack your cheek. “Stop fucking talking.  Show me with your mouth.” He commands.  

You can feel tears streaming from your reddened eyes; overwhelmed with an pent up sexual starvation.  Your tears seem to propel his pleasure forward. Lucifer’s head tilts back as his movements become faster and more erratic.  His chest heaves and you’re a drooling mess, completely soaking your clothes with saliva as you work his cock in your mouth fervently bringing him closer and closer to his own climax.

His grunts heighten in intensity and you watch the mythical creature emerge from his body as you feel him pumping creamy, thick ejaculate down your throat. He growls aloud, trembling with his orgasm.  Curved black horns break out and extend above his jet-black, short hair.

You suckle his cock, still hard in your mouth as you watch his head slowly return to look down at you, blissed out.  He pets the top of your head.

“That’s my good girl.” He breathes, “How does it taste?” He asks, prideful.  He pulls back and you frown at the loss of his hardness from between your lips.

“Amazing…you taste...” You instinctively reach for him, but again, your wrists are tightly bound.  In fact, now that you’re out of the stupor for a moment, you realize the itch and pinch from them tugging at being so tightly woven into your flesh.

Lucifer tuts at you, “Too tight?”

You nod, “Yes.” You place your hands out in front of you.

He unbuttons his vest and pulls it off, followed by his shirt underneath.  

Lucifer picks up his foot and places it atop your wavering, tied wrists.  With a forceful push downward, he sends you face first into the floor with a painful thud. 

You hear a rustling and turn over to look up at him in dismay.

He has now sprouted two sets of his dark onyx wings; they ebbed and flowed naturally in the illumination of the moonlight, feathery tufts floating to the ground from their expansion.

“It’s ‘Yes sir’” He orders as he kneels down to the ground, his eyes scanning the length of your body.  Finally, his gaze lands on your leggings and you squirm around as he pulls them off of you, followed by your panties.

A smack echoes from his hand on your backside.  “Stop moving you senseless whore.  God, can’t you do anything fucking right?” He slaps again and you yelp as the burn resonates across your flesh, but the pleasure sets in after a few moments as an increasing warmth in your loins.  

“L-Lucifer, please...I need you so bad…” You quietly beg, trying to look over your shoulder at him.  “Please let me just...rub against you…something...please?” You have never had to plead for someone to touch you like this before.  It almost hurt how badly you sought release.

Another smack and you cry out, tears beginning to brim your waterline.

He chuckles, “I love it when you beg, that one was just for my pleasure.” He digs his fingers into your asscheeks, squeezing the thick flesh, making you whimper and push yourself up in desperation.

“It took a bit to start up, but you did eventually make me cum.” He ponders aloud.  You feel him shifting above you before your cheeks are spread and he’s languidly licking at your dripping folds.  His tongue darts into your cunt and your moans spill from your mouth as you push yourself back, desperate for his tongue to fill you like you wished his cock would.

You cry out his name as you feel slick wetness dripping down your thighs, spreading between your ass.  It’s a disgusting, filthy mess of vulnerable eroticism.  You cannot think straight, you cannot form words.  You feel a wound up spring inside of you seem to release in a paralyzing explosion; and seconds after you can feel your hips bouncing back at a fervent pace as your cunt quivers and trembles with your very first orgasm.

You feel him pull back as he smacks your ass, impossibly harder than last time.  “I told you to count them.  I want to hear how many times I’m breaking you down into nothing.” He smacks again.

“One!” You cry.

You feel him grasp you by the arm and pull you onto your back.  His eyes are glowing and red.  He doesn’t look like the Lucifer you saw casually around the Devildom, he doesn’t even look like the Lucifer you’ve played board games with in the privacy of his room.

He looked like Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride.  Eldest of the demon brothers and right hand of the future King of the Devildom.

He forces your legs open, his wings stretching and extending as he moves down to trace his tongue around your swollen clit.  You buck and he stops.

Breathily you apologize, “I’m sorry, I just…it feels so good–”

He glowers at you from between your legs and you feel your cunt twitching.  “I’m not even touching you yet, look how your body responds to me.  Nobody else can make you do this.  You’re a nasty little girl, aren’t you?  Turned on by how worthless I make you feel.” He slips two fingers into your slickness, watching you squirm.

“You’re going to cum for daddy again, aren’t you?” He hums, stroking your inner walls with his skillful, slender fingers.

Your lower stomach begins contracting nearly uncontrollably as you tighten around his fingers and arch your back, eyes rolling into your skull.  

“T-T-Two.” You sputter.  You feel the sheen of sweat covering your body as he caresses your clit with his tongue again, flicking it over and over again, making you jolt capriciously, feeling the skin around your wrists beginning to rip with the strain from being unable to move properly.

“L-Lucifer!” You let out a strangled yell as you can’t help but to raise your hips off of the ground as another wave washes over you in escalating ripples.  You don’t realize you had closed your eyes until you open them, in a state of vertigo, the room unfocused and your senses distorted.

“Say it.” You hear his voice and struggle to lift your head to find the source.

You feel the sole of his hard oxford shoe against your cheek, as he guides your face slowly back onto the side.  Nervously, you remember the rules you were given.

“Three.” You quickly answer, breathing hard, your inner thighs uncomfortably sliding against each other with your arousal.  You can feel wetness on the hardwood floor underneath you.

His shoe is released from your face and you feel your wrists being undone. Grateful for the moment of mercy, you massage them, but you are no fool—you remain on the floor, where you belong.

“You’re learning quickly, pet.” Lucifer strokes the side of your thigh.  “I could play with you all night, you’re not good for much else...” He gets onto his knees between your legs.

“You’re the most beautiful demon I’ve ever seen.”

Lucifer pauses as he studies you.  “Flattery will get you nowhere.” He counters before a malicious smirk crosses him.

“I am the most beautiful demon anyone has ever seen.” He drags his fingernails up your inner thighs as you tremble in anticipation.  “But, what makes my cock want to spill into you even more—is that you’re reaching for anything to get me to fuck you.”

You feel the head of his cock stretching your entrance and you grimace, taking a breath to adjust to his massive presence as he slowly inches a little more inside of you.

“Where did all of that begging go? Don’t tell me that vulgar, insistent little fucking bitch got frightened away from me now.”  He grips the outside of your thighs, nails piercing your skin as he buries himself inside of you.  “Am I too big for you?” He mocks concern as he pushes painfully further.

Your back arches as you suck in air so sharply, so deeply, you begin to choke on your own saliva.  You cough and sputter as Lucifer splits you open on his cock, rocking into you at a slow pace, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt mixed with your discomfort.

He grips your throat and you quip out one final cough before staring, captivated at the demon that hovers above you, feeling your vision fading from the lack of oxygen.  Just as you feel yourself on the brink of losing consciousness, he lets go completely.  

The reality of everything is sucked back into your lungs so rapidly, your nerves burst again as you feel yourself uncontrollably spilling your own ejaculate for the first time in your life as your pussy throbs and spasms.

“F-Four.” You finally softly blurt once you realize he had stilled inside of you.  “I–I think…I think that’s enough, y-you proved your...point…” You try to negotiate.

Lucifer takes both of your hands in his own, and you assume maybe he’s—

He pins your arms above your head, your wrist bones making a loud ‘crack’ from the impact against the hard floor.  

“I don’t know if you’re just that dense...” He bottoms out into you, drawing forth a desperate groan of pleasure from the depths of your diaphragm.

“Or if you really believe I’m doing any of this for you.” He pulls nearly all the way out before thrusting to the base again.

“But let me remind you.” His face floats over your own, his voice low, “I own you; and I will tell you when you are finished.”

You whimper under his restraint as he gives you slow, intentional strokes, bringing you closer and closer to what felt like was an impossible release.  It was a slow burn that was perfect for allowing you to recover, but forcing you to continue.  You close your eyes tight as you turn your face away, breathy, desperate, at the complete end of your rope.

“Look at me.” He demands, “I want you to remember who’s making you cum.”

You spill out his name and profane incomprehensible words of gratitude to him as you grind your cunt against his strokes, causing him to increase his tempo. 

“Yes, fuck me back, just like that princess—” he drops his head into the crook of your neck and bites into your skin as he growls in carnal passion.  “Just…like that.” His voice starts to get shaky as he lifts his face to watch you again.

“It feels...so good...so fucking good...”

“Yeah? How good?” He taunts.  

You whine.

“Be a good girl for me. Show me who you belong to.” His eyes start to roll as he closes them and punctuates his words with his thrusts.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“Fuck!” You hold your breath for a moment as you are brought to another climax, your entire pussy throbbing almost painfully as you tighten around him.  

“You! I belong--” you breathe, as you meet his gaze, “--to you, Lucifer.”

You capture his lips in your own, gripping the rough horns atop his skull, and feeling the vibration of his cries of pleasure spilling into your mouth as he kisses you back deeply, dizzy with lust.  You feel him pulsating inside of you, shooting ropes of cum inside of you as he rocks his hips into you, lazily.  You feel his cum dripping between your ass as he pulls out, running his hands through his wet and disheveled hair as his flustered, red skin begins to cool back to normal.  You were both sticky and sweaty, glistening with each other’s bodily fluids.  

His wings fall down to his sides and shrink back into obscurity.  “Are you alright?” He asks, the concern returning to his voice almost instantaneously.  His horn uncurl down into his head, disappearing beneath his silken black hair.

“Five.” You whisper with a tiny, satisfied smile, feeling your heavy lids becoming too much to hold open.

Lucifer scoops you up into his arms and you soon feel the soft cool bed underneath you as you fade away into human exhaustion.