#commander lawrence x oc

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Just going through notes on my phone and found some Commander Lawrence x OC stuff I planned to make into a fic but chose not to.

So here's some little pieces I'm actually not hating. Some spicy, some sad. Very niche post. And one, big trigger warning...

Tw: miscarriage.

We've both experienced loss, we know this. He's spent countless nights drunk with me, watching in silence as I let the fire dance in front of my face, swallow down tears.

It takes him four days to ask, but I feel enough gratitude toward his kindness, I at least owe him this.

"This is my first post since I had a miscarriage."

His eyes flick toward me, mouth a hard line, but I see a spark of understanding in his expression. The empty bedroom upstairs for his wife, the news Aunt Lydia told me before my post: Eleanor passed three months ago. He's lost, too.

"I see."

Is there...anger I see? Does he think I'm not fit to carry a child; that I can't?

I finish my drink; stare at him until he turns to me.

"Quite a loss, heavy - especially given these circumstances." He swallows a mouthful of his drink. "My assumption is they've assured you you're fit to try again, as they say?"

I nod solemnly, look in my lap. So it's like that, then. Maybe he isn't much different than the other Commanders.

"...do you want to?" There's no urgency in his voice - no demand, no force. Simply a question, as if this loss happened at a time before Gilead.

"Yes," I find myself saying, partly because it's true, partly because it's expected.

He nods then, tries reading my expression, then stands.

I hold my breath, count to five. He's before me now, fingers slipping between my knees for the empty glass I'm holding there. I let it go, exhale.

"You're younger than my last handmaid."

We aren't supposed to talk about her; I know this.

"Yes."

"You buy into all this or are you a rebel too?"

I open my mouth to speak, almost forgetting myself.

He raises his eyebrows at me, returns with my drink, hovers before me.

"The place isn't bugged - you can speak candidly here."

I reach for the glass - something to do with my hands, but he pulls it back, lowers his chin at me.

"I wanted to be a mother...before."

He hands over my glass now, sits beside me, knee-to-knee.

"And now?"

Tears form, tears I've swallowed back for months- aunt Lydia only allowed so long to mourn before she forced me into a doctor's office and made them confirm that I was ripe to try again.

I nod, shakily lift my drink to my mouth and swallow again.

He hangs his head for a moment, sighs. "Even in all this?" His voice isn't judgemental though, curious.

"A girl can dream," I almost laugh, slide the stupid hat from my hair.

This catches his attention and he's almost transfixed by it as I move to unclasp the pins to let it down.

"May i?"

"You never have to ask," He speaks it so softly, I almost think I've imagined it.

My fingers glide through it, tussling it gently so it falls in messy waves over my shoulders.

"And what do you dream about?" he asks in a voice that's almost whispered, almost half-asleep though his wide eyes meet mine.

"Finding a nice Commander. Getting out of this place," I scrunch up my nose, "bringing our child with us."

"Canada?"

I shrug, "anywhere but here."

"But I haven't dreamt of those things in quite a while," I wave off, then add, "and then i met you."

He coughs, pulls his hands closer to his body, settles his fingers around his drink so they're not creeping toward my hair.

"Beg pardon?"

I shrug. "I feel safe here, with you. I can rest easily. I can dream," I clarify.

"Ah," he huffs. "I don't dream anymore. Just nightmares."

My hand finds his forearm when he goes to take a final gulp of his glass. He halts, stares. This is the first time we've touched.

My fingers interlock with his and we simply sit, my fingers rubbing over his knuckles.

"Did you come in talking like this at your last placement?"

I laugh loudly. "That's hilarious."

"I thought so, too." He shoots me a soft smile.

"Why aren't you...like the others?"

"Do you want me to be?"

"No."

"Good. Because fuck that."

It's still a little jarring, hearing him speak so candidly.

"My...wife...and I..." He pauses. "She wouldn't like me behaving any differently to you girls...and...it would be an insult to her memory."

How did I get so lucky?

That night, I pray for the first time in three months. I pray for the Commander, I pray for his wife, I pray for my lost child, and I pray for myself.

The night is filled with dreams, memories returning of Commander Hillebrand and Mrs. Hillebrand's anger when I lost the baby. Reliving. If I'm not dreaming of a future, I'm reliving.

•••

My eyes shoot open and I launch to sit up in my bed.

"You were screaming," Commander Lawrence's voice hums through the darkness and I suddenly feel the weight of him on the edge of the bed. "So much for those dreams, huh?" A dry laugh.

He's about to stand but the thought of being alone in this room, my memories plaguing me...

"Will you...stay?" It's barely a whisper and I can see the shock even through the darkness.

"...yes."

And, to his credit, he does. Though, I can't sleep. He rests in the armchair beside my bed, dozes a time or two before realizing that I'm not sleeping, but staring at the doorway.

He clears his throat, stretches.

"No one's gonna come in here, you know. It's my house."

"Nothing is ours," I speak grimly. "Not here. Not even for you."

"Sheesh, you wake up so cheery."

"How can they do it?" At my question, he silences. "How can they just believe that a child is theirs, disregard our worth, force us to walk away after the feedings are done?"

It takes a long time but his response comes like a whip, "you're just a vessel to them."

"It was my baby. Mine. She had no right to mourn."

"Did they kick you out after that happened?"

I nod quietly. "As if it were my fault. They assumed it would happen again, didn't want to take a chance."

"They cast you out as infertile." He hums.

"They treated me like a murderer."

It surprises me he wanted me here.

•••

I sip my coffee, hum at the warmth, close my eyes and focus on the taste swirling around on my tongue.

When I open them back up, Lawrence is smirking at me and I shoot him an inquisitive look.

He shakes his head, lifts his own mug, "I just enjoy you enjoying things."

We both know that it's been a long 5 years without. Lawrence lived a pretty cushy existence considering, but as a handmaid I'm not granted such luxuries.

I'm again reminded of how we would look to a passerby in a world before this one - this older man and a 30-something me. But he's comfort to me. Lawrence and I can exchange a glance and understand exactly what the other is thinking. It comes with the territory of being constantly monitored in Gilead.

I can still remember laying in the Commanders bed for the first time; soft sheets, sunbeams trying to come through the closed curtains, the weight of him beside me, the dip of the bed.

When I turned to him, he'd been staring; arm propping his head up, fingers hovering above my shoulder. He looked like he'd been caught, the fear in his eyes was enough to make me almost laugh. How did I get to a point to make a Commander fearful? Wonders never cease.

I lean into his warmth, kiss his open palm, almost permission to touch me.

This is strange territory for the both of us. He, not having taken a lover since his wife, not performing a ceremony with any handmaid other than June because they were forced to. And me, not being given pleasure in 5 years.This bed is not meant for this.

He hardly ever sleeps here, I've noticed. It's either in the study or crashed on the couch.

"We're in some serious trouble," his groggy voice groaned with a soft laugh punctuating the sentence.

"Is this...going to be the last time?" I managed to whisper the question that'd been on my mind all night.

He looked haunted then.

"I'm not sure," he hums then adds, "I hope not." And I'm comforted by this.

After so long of being used sexually, steeling myself, locking this part of myself away, actually being touched because I've wanted it is such an addiction now. Thinking about only having this feeling once fills me with grief.

"You don't think Amara will talk, do you?" He knows her better than I do, but I can tell he needs this reassurance so I shake my head; his Martha shouldn't.

"You picked me," I whisper. "Why?"

He laughs without humor. "You're gonna hate me."

"No, I won't."

He sits up now, stops touching me, breaking that contact, I'm guessing, before he thinks I will eventually.

"You were a counselor. And...I lost my wife..."

I smile softly at that sentiment. "You wanted healing."

There are tears now.

"I wanted forgiveness. I wanted someone to look at me without judgement...what is that called? The term evades me..."

"-unconditional positive regard."

"I guess I was just planning on using you for something else entirely. It's not much better than the other Commanders."

I reach for him then, pull him down against my chest. "I'm grateful for you, Lawrence. It's a blessing to be here."

The tears are dripping down my naked chest, he's gasping and breaking down in sobs.

His facial hair tingles against my skin but I don't pull away, I run my fingers through his hair and give him time.

•••

I'm needy again and he's....loving it. The cocky smirk on his face when I meet him in the study is so overwhelming to me I have to hold onto the doorframe.

"Close it," he instructs. I follow orders.

But now I want to call the shots. I stride over to him, holding my dress up over my knees, padding barefoot to the desk.

"Can I help you?" He speaks evenly. I bite my lip, round the desk, wait for him to invite me to sit. He does. I hoist myself on the desk. He blinks slowly when I place my feet on the armrests of his chair.

I see him looking, though he's trying not to. I'm panty-less, exposed, shivering but not from the cold.

"Is this what you want?" His tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lower lip.

I nod, rest my hand on his shoulder, pull him toward me and then down.

He gets on his knees and my mind flashes to that red cushion - all the times I've knelt before a ceremony.

His hands are warm on my thighs as he traces up them, grips my knees to guide me closer to the edge. His head dips down and I feel his facial hair harsh against my skin, open-mouthed kisses against me, trailing closer and closer to my cunt.

And then he spreads me, presses a thumb to my clit, dances his tongue around my folds until I'm gripping at his hair.

I don't demand a change of pace - I'm chasing any and all pleasure at this point.

He eagerly slips a finger into me, arching just right and I let out a loud gasp.

He shushes me then, moving slow, reminding me that we could be caught.

I cover my mouth when he starts pumping into me, pressing harder on my clit.

I'm fluttering around his finger in no time and he seems pretty pleased with himself, based on his expression. He looks hungry, looks flustered.

His pants are tented when he stands and I groan inwardly. It'll be too long until it's safe for us to fuck in the bedroom. Unfortunately, I know all too well.

Only he's unzipping quickly, sliding his suspenders down. My mouth goes dry. I glance over my shoulder at the closed door.

"We'll be fine," he reassures, "you just can't be loud, my girl."

It's a haunting feeling - to be content once in a while in this world.

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WITH YOU [45] AT THE END OF THE TRACKS

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: The group finds out that Terminus is just a trap, and their friends wait for a certain death there. Carol decides to save the group. Charlie worries that she will have to take care of Tyreese and Judith now.

Warning: maybe language?, violence

Song: Deep in the Meadow Jennifer Lawrence

Words: 1,947

A/N: Hi, guys! So like I told you, I’m taking a break from posting new chapters. However, I will be updating the old chapters as I think they lack some dialogues or descriptions, because the connections seem not that deep (I already updated from chapter 4-9). The plot won’t be changed tho, so if you don’t like, you don’t have to re-read.

Thank you for reading PART 1 of my work, liking and commenting. And I hope I will see you soon :)

"I told Albert I want the kid's hat after they bleed him out."

"Keep your finger off the button and drop it," Carol commanded, ready to fire right through the stranger's head.

"Listen, y'all don't have to do this," he said. "Whatever you want, we got a place where everyone's welcome."

"To bleed us out, too?" Charlie leaned to him as he was being tied up. "We're the friends of the chick with the sword and the kid in the hat. So give my friend one reason not to shoot."

Charlie was angry.

Her chest heaved with fury as she stared down the man who was casually talking about taking belongings of her family after killing them like animals. Anger simmered beneath the surface, muxing with the bitter taste of betrayal in her mouth. The people of Terminus had lured them in with promises of sanctuary, only to reveal themselves as nothing more than predators preying on the desperate and vulnerable. No better than the Walkers. In this juxtaposition, the walkers served as a reminder of the world's fallen state, while the people of Terminus underscored the thin line between civilization and barbarism.

However, beneath the rage, there was a flicker of relief, a glimmer of gratitude for the fact that Carl and the others were still alive. It was fragile, of course, but it was better than what she had even hours ago. Her family was, hopefully still alive.

"They attacked us!" the man tried to convince them. "We're just holding them."

As Charlie stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, struggling to calm her annoyance at the stranger who was clearly lying.

"Who else do you have? Do you know their names?" Charlie asked.

"We just have the boy and the samurai, that's it," he said. "We were just protecting ourselves."

"Hmm," Charlie nodded. "And the Santa Claus is real," she said and got up from her knees, walking away.

"Wait, no! Let me go," he strutted as Tyreese pushed him into a wooden house, more of a shed. "There's a bunch of us back there in six different directions. We need to set off our charges all st the same time to confuse the dead ones away. It's good for you too."

"No, it isn't."

"There's a herd heading toward Terminus right now," Carol answered. "We don't want to confuse them away."

"They'll see you coming," the man said. "If you even make it that far with all the cold bodies heading over."

"Don't worry about her pretty boy," said Charlie and walked out to keep a watch. "Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"Just...Stay here with them," the other woman said. "Tyreese just looks tough, but you know him."

"I do."

"And..." she opened her mouth, but just stared into the younger's eyes. "Don't hesitate to hurt the guy. It's either him or us."

"Yeah, I've noticed," Charlie looked down.

Carol pouted and squeezed Charlie's arm to show her support. "Take this. You will need it more than an axe."

She gulped looking at the gun that noise was still echoing through her head. "You'll need it more."

"Are you sure?"

"Be careful," Charlie whispered and hugged Carol tightly. Charlie's arms wrapped tightly around Carol, a silent gesture of solidarity and support as Carol prepared to embark on her mission to rescue their friends. Charlie watched as Carol disappeared into the night, her resolve unshakable, her determination unwavering. It was never too certain that she would be back.

Charlie stood watch, the weight of the world heavy on her shoulders as she scanned the horizon for any sign of danger. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, a palpable sense of unease settling over her. They saw the herd already and miraculously escaped them, but now there was no place to escape. She moved her eyes from watching mysterious and unknown forest, to the shed, not being sure that it would last.

Quickly she came back to her focus stare, and then, in the distance, she saw them – a shambling mass of walkers, their groans echoing through the stillness. She immediately drew back the string with a fluid motion and squeezed her fingers on the arrow, but she knew it would be pointless. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Charlie knew that they had to act fast. They were outnumbered, outmatched, and there was no time to waste.

With a silent prayer on her lips, she quietly and quickly opened the door to the shed. "They're coming," Charlie gasped entering the house. "Hey!"

"Back off!" the stranger yelled holding a gun and pointing it right at her. "Put your weapon on the ground. The bow, too! Kick them over right now. Right now!"

Fear gripped her heart as she realized their hostage broke free from her restraints. In that harrowing moment, she found herself staring down the barrel of the gun held in his trembling hands. Charlie's gaze immediately fell on the baby.

"Please," Tyreese sobbed with his arms raised. "Please don't hurt her. Please don't hurt them."

"You," the young man pointed at Tyreese this time. Charlie gasped and wanted to do something, but the stranger came closer to the box that Judith was laying in. She stopped immediately. "Go outside. Go outside! Just one twist, man!"

"Don't!" Tyreese yelled as he saw the man next to the baby.

"He won't survive!" Charlie called out. "There's a herd..."

"Don't make me!" he interrupted her firmly and looked back at Tyreese. "You. Go outside."

Tyreese emerged from the shadowy confines of the shed, his steps heavy with the weight of the impossible choice that had been thrust upon him. With a heavy heart, he cast one last glance back at Charlie and the baby, his eyes filled with a mixture of anguish and determination. With fear in her eyes she shook her head, but her friend just turned away, ready to leave. It was a certain death, leaving now, as the herd of always hungry Walkers just waited for an opportunity like this one. As she turned her head to the man, he had a smile on his face, knowing that Charlie and Judith were on his mercy right now. Charlie felt disgusted by him.

"Well, well, well..."

Then something moved outside.

As Charlie and the man who threatened her stood in tense silence within the confines of the shed, the air thick with fear and uncertainty, the distant sounds of a struggle erupted outside. The unmistakable clash of something against decaying flesh and the guttural moans of walkers echoed through the air, sending a shiver down Charlie's spine.

With each passing moment, the tension in the shed mounted, a palpable sense of dread hanging heavy in the air. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. However, not the man or even Charlie dared to move even an inch. What's more, they weren't sure if they should breathe.

Moments later, the door to the shed burst open, and Tyreese stormed in, his face contorted with fury and determination. Without a word, he approached the man who had threatened them, his fists clenched in anger. With a primal roar, Tyreese unleashed a series of blows upon the man, his fury fueling each punishing strike. Charlie used her chance and leaned to pick up the baby, and then ahead watched in stunned silence what was going on, hugging the baby close to her chest. Her heart pounding in her chest as she bore witness to the violent catharsis unfolding before her.

As the man crumpled to the ground, bloodied and broken, Tyreese stood over him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. In that moment, the weight of their ordeal seemed to lift from Charlie's shoulders, replaced by a sense of grim satisfaction and hard-won victory. Their eyes met, Charlie was slightly terrified, but surely not of Tyreese. Yet, he didn't know that, so his own eyes filled with fear. "I..."

"It's okay," she whispered nodding. "Sometimes..." but words didn't want to leave her mouth, so she just placed a hand on his arm and patted it. She left the house and waited for him to do the same.

Charlie stood amidst the aftermath surrounded by the dead who were really dead or just parted on the ground by her friend, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. With Tyreese and the baby by her side, she felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, unsure of what path to take in the face of such uncertainty. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, to seek safety in the unknown depths of the wilderness, as there was nothing left for them here. But a part of her clung to the hope that Carol was alive. Her and their friends who were still out there, fighting against the odds, ready to reunite with them once more.

Torn between the desire for safety and the longing for companionship, Charlie struggled to make sense of the chaos that surrounded them. With each passing moment, the shadows of doubt grew darker, threatening to consume her with their suffocating embrace. In the end, she knew that there was no easy answer, no clear path forward in a world defined by chaos and uncertainty. At the same time, she was not a leader. She was just a terrified girl with a baby that wasn't hers and a man who was just a big baby, a baby with muscles. On top of that they were in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, with close to no ammunition and herds of Walkers. All she could do was trust in her own instincts. And here instincts said: "We need to leave. It's not safe here."

"You think Carol won't come back?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said and gave him the baby. "I'm afraid it's going to be just us now."

Charlie stood in silence, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. Now that they were alone, she should probably be honest with the man, so the past would finally leave her alone. On the other hand, she feared the consequences of revealing her secrets to Tyreese, unsure if he would still accept her once he knew the truth.

"Tyreese, there's something I need to tell you," she took a deep breath."I have a past that I'm not proud of."

"We've all got skeletons in our closets, Charlie. What matters is who we are now."

"But you don't understand... I hurt people. Many died because of me."

"It doesn't define who you are," he placed a hand on her shoulder. "None of us are saints in this world."

Charlie nodded, grateful for his non-judgmental demeanor. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm still that person, that I can't escape my past no matter how hard I try."

"From what I've seen, you're a good person trying to make a better living for many people," he said. "We're a family now, and family sticks together through the good and the bad."

"Thank you, Tyreese," she answered. "That means..."

"CHARLIE!"

She furrowed her eyebrows and turned to scan the horizon. The sun was high on the sky, so she had to squint her eyes and it was still hard to make out who was calling her from the distance. Suddenly, Charlie's heart leaped as she spotted a familiar silhouette running towards her. With tears in her eyes, she rushed to meet him, their embrace a silent affirmation of their enduring bond.

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END OF PART 1

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Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 12/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 1,668 Warnings: M for Suggestive Content and Language

Notes: The best laid plans blah blah blah...

Chapter 12 - In Which Phrasing is Key

According to the pitch-black darkness outside, it was late.

Holidae stared at herself in the mirror, fidgeting around and trying to psych herself up for what she was about to do. She was happy that Lydia had gone to bed hours ago, satisfied that she would be too deep into slumber to be awoken by any clandestine conversations. It had been several days since their heart to heart in the attic, and neither of them had been the first to summon back their resident ghost. An unspoken stalemate between the two women, not out of anger, but out of reluctance.

“Okay, Holli, you can do this. You can be firm and fair. Just… tell him…” She pointed sternly at her reflection, as though giving herself a lecture. “You look into those gold-yellow. Gross yellow. Eyes and you tell him that you want to take things easy. Ease into things. Take it slow and steady. Not getting crazy. Keeping our wits about us.”

Leaning forward, she tapped on the mirror glass, “You are a grown ass woman, how hard can this be?”

After a beat, she slumped over on the vanity, groaning in frustration, “…who are you kidding, Holidae? You’re going to crumble like a ruin.”

Holidae stood upright, beginning to pace the room, tugging at the end of her nightshirt. There was no point in delaying it anymore, was there? The longer she put off the conversation, the more her overall resolve would weaken until there would be no conversation to be had.

Taking a breath, she spoke into the empty air, “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice… Beetlejuice?”

There was no crash of lightning or billowing smoke as she had expected; he just materialized in the middle of her bedroom, taking a few steps before realizing the scenery had changed. Beetlejuice had been tearing around the Neitherworld; angry that he was so helpless in situations like this. There was no way for him to appear in the mortal realm without a summons, and the only two people in the world who could see him had been refusing to bring him back.

His entire form was stained red as he took note of his surroundings, whirling around to spot Holidae staring at him quietly. She looked so small in that moment, not buried under layers of intentionally baggy clothing, dressed in a ragged shirt and long pants; her hands picking at the stray thread at the hem.

“Where’s Lyds?” Beej finally asked, brushing something off his sleeve.

“Sleeping.” Holidae shifted her weight back slightly.

He chuckled, “Oooh, sneaking around and summoning ghosts behind her back? Shady. I love it.”

Beetlejuice brushed past her, going over to examine the objects around the room, making a point of ignoring her completely. One particular object caught his attention, his clawed fingers dragging across the familiar pages, taking note of the bookmarked passages.

“How did you get the book open? Got another dead guy hanging around?” Beetlejuice turned glanced at her, tempted to shut the Handbook in spite. “Trying to find a way to get rid of me for good?”

“Recently Deceased is a really vague term once you think about it. One of the houseplants died and she pried it open with one of the stems.” Holidae explained, crossing the room to join him. “They really should take at a look at phrasing once in a while and revise that Handbook. There are so many loopholes. Lawyer’s dream text.”

Beetlejuice abruptly moved away before she could get too close to his back, spinning on his heels to face her head on, his hand covering part of his chest, “I take it you’ve done a little light readin’, Jolly Holiday? Did we find out anything interesting? Exorcisms? Seances? You could have just asked me about stuff like that, you know. A genuine denizen of the Neitherworld.”

“I don’t want to exorcise anyone! If it’s anything like the movie, I want no part of it. No sir. Too sticky and gross and ugghhh…” Holidae made a face, trying to hold back the involuntary dry heave as she recalled the film. “Nevermind. Listen. We need to have a serious discussion.”

“A serious discussion? Oh… well, in that case, we need to be in a serious mood.” He nodded, “But we can’t be serious like this. This calls for a more adult theme.”

With a snap of his fingers, he transported the two of them onto Holidae’s bed. Beej was settled against the headboard, and Holidae was facing him while straddled over his lap. His hands were holding onto her waist; fingers digging into the fabric of her shirt to keep her balanced. Holidae tried to pry herself out of his grip, or at least move his hand so it wasn’t pressing against her green-yellow bruises.

“Hey, I mean it when I say it’s serious, Lawrence.” She thought the use of his proper name would get her point across. “Lydia and I were talking when you left…”

No longer covered in his angry red hue, his tone was turning more azure by the moment, “Yeah? And what, pray tell, does that have to do with my beautiful self?”

Falling silent, she tried to think of the best way to speak her peace without upsetting him, staring at his necktie as if it held all the answers she required, “Is it true you’re promiscuous?”

Not the most tactful way to phrase the question, but it was the only thing that sprang to mind. The ghost blinked at her slowly… once, twice… before wetting his lips with a noticeably long tongue. Holidae caught the last bit of he before it went back into his mouth, momentarily distracted by the appendage. Her resolve was already failing and they hadn’t even started talking.

“Loaded question, babes.” Beetlejuice’s voice was low, and he pulled her in a bit closer. “What brought up my sexual history?”

“It… may or may not have been implied that you are prone to sleeping around for fun.” Holidae’s pulse jumped, already regretting her whole plan. “Which… is something I’m not… I mean. It’s fine, do what you want, I’m not going to judge. I’m not your keeper. I just… it’s not something… wait, that’s not going to sound right. I-I-I don’t know what… how… to do this.”

“Whoa whoa… hey now, take a breath. That’s something breathers need to do. It’s in your name.” He let go of her waist, bringing his hands to the sides of her face. “Whew, you’re a little toasty there. I think you’re circuits are frying, ya know? I’ve seen spontaneous combustion and it is not pretty. Chunks everywhere. Don’t do that.”

Taking a few hiccuping breaths, Holidae tried to get her mind back on track, “I don’t sleep around!”

“Why are you so fixated on this- wait. Wait wait wait. Let me take a wild stab in the dark and say that my bestest best friend just happened to let slip my sex life after she happened to catch us together? Even though we weren’t even doing anything fun yet. Trust me, you’ll know when the good stuff happens.” He ran a hand through his fluff of hair, the color shifting from blue to deep green in moments. “What did she say?”

Holidae was picking at his necktie now, rolling the fabric between her fingers, “…that you’ve never talked about the same partner twice.”

He rolled his eyes, knocking his skull against the headboard, “Ugggh. Wow. Could she have picked the worst phrasing or what? I just tell her that kinda stuff to gross her out. It’s fun. If she wouldn’t get all squidgy about it, I would find something else to talk about. Do you like hearing about your friend’s sex lives in graphic detail? …wait, if you do, that is actually a very attractive quality and I would like to know more.”

She shook her head vehemently, “No no, that stuff isn’t my business.”

“Annnnnnd that is why it’s so fun to annoy Lyds with my sordid sexual conquests. She gets all weird and throws stuff at me, it’s hilarious.” Beej’s hands settled on her thighs this time, his claws tapping lightly in random patterns. “So you got the impression that I was just gonna pull the old money’s on the dresser routine with you?”

Nodding, Holidae was still fiddling with his tie, keeping usually focused and quiet.

“Did you summon me here with the intention of telling me we shouldn’t fuck if that’s all I wanted?” He pinched her leg, trying to get her attention.

“Ow,” She dropped the tie, rubbing her sore skin. “I would have said it more politely, but yeah.”

With a toothy grin, Beetlejuice tossed her on the bed next to him, rolling over her and pinning her to the mattress. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, feeling her pulse flutter underneath the skin, nipping along the vein with his teeth.

“There are plenty of other things we could do, ya know. Why jump to the main course without savoring the appetizers?” He laughed, sticking his hand under her shirt, gliding along until he could feel the slightly raised bruises. “Could give you another one of these as a little treat, hm?”

“N-no, that’s not… what I meant.” Holidae panted softly, trying to gather up the will to stop herself from giving up too easy.

“I know.” He ran his tongue along her collar bone, dipping below the fabric of her shirt. “You’re adorable, you know that? I can hear that brain of yours firing on all cylinders wondering how you can get it through to me. But don’t you see, Holidae, you don’t need to. I know exactly what you’re afraid of, and surprise surprise, I’m not that kinda demon. You gotta trust me, babes.”

Holidae slipped her hand into his hair, gently pulling him away from her neck, watching as his eyes turned darker and his head leaned into her touch. He seemed sincere through his words; his deep, gravely voice somehow soothing her fears like a balm.

“Lydia’s going into town for the weekend, some photography camp out in the woods.” Holidae whispered, lightly scratching his scalp with her nails.

He let out a sound that reminded her of a large animal purring deep in its chest, “It’s a date.”

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Come and Lay the Roses 11- Your Smile, As Rare As It Comes- [Ivar x OC]

Summary: The Lothbrok men discuss the deal with Aelle. Ivar and Aaline box together.

Characters: Ivar x OC, Bjorn x Torvi, Ubbe x Margrethe, Hvitserk x Thora, Sigurd x OC, Ragnar, Lagertha

Warnings: Arranged marriage, language, violence, sex, torture, mentions of rape

Word Count: 2370

Ch. 10

“Sometimes a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all.”

~ Lawrence Hill

“The deal is this. Aelle gives us twenty-five percent of his annual revenue in exchange for Aethelwulf’s safe return.” Ragnar knocked his knuckles against the surface of his desk. He glanced up to gauge his sons’ reactions.

 Björn seemed to accept this deal. He’d always had an unfailing faith in Ragnar. Ubbe and Hvitserk looked contemplative and Sigurd was too busy eyeing Ivar to provide a reaction regarding the deal. Ivar had his fingers steepled together and looked pensive.

“Is twenty-five percent enough to make up for what we lost?” Ubbe asked. Ragnar straightened. “It is. We lost,” He splayed his hands in front of him, looking to Björn. “Five million dollars.” Björn supplied. Ragnar nodded. “Five million dollars.” Ragnar sat back and spread his fingertips across the top of the desk, his hand arched up.

“Aelle pulls in, roughly, one hundred million a year, give or take, so,” He shrugged nonchalantly as his son leaned forward with renewed interest. “He’d be giving us around twenty-five million dollars which is five times what we lost. We’d be making money off this deal.” Ragnar finished with a flourish of his hand and sat back in his chair, the leather groaned against his weight. 

“I don’t trust him,” Ivar spoke up. Ragnar glanced up at his youngest son and regarded him with practical eyes. 

Ivar had been on edge since they met for breakfast this morning. He and Aaline had sat with everyone else and kept up the languid conversation but they were careful not to interact with each other. They didn’t touch each other and they made a point not to speak to each other. Björn told him that Ivar and Aaline had not shared a bed last night and that Ivar was up until the early hours torturing Aethelwulf. 

This worried Ragnar. 

Ragnar truly felt that Aaline and Ivar would be good together. He saw similar traits in them and they were both such independent spirits. He knew that his son was difficult but he hoped that their wedding night would be a good place to start learning more about each other. Clearly, they were not of the same mindset. 

Ragnar nodded. “I do not trust him either, my son, but we are trying to make peace. We have something Aelle wants and he has something that we want. It is a mutually beneficial agreement. We will have precautions in place but I feel that this will be good for us.” 

Ivar nodded but did not look convinced. He dropped his hands into his lap and looked away, his jaw clenched tightly. Sigurd snorted and shook his head. Ivar slowly brought his head back around to his brother but said nothing. 

Ragnar eyed his older son and cleared his throat. “Is there something you want to say, Sigurd?” His tone was not polite and was filled with a heavy warning that strongly implied that Ragnar wished for Sigurd to remain silent. Sigurd was not much for reading into his father’s warnings and spoke anyway. 

“Ivar just pissed because his new wife kicked him out of their bed last night.”

All the brother’s tensed and Ivar’s nostrils flared. Ragnar rapped his knuckles sharply against the desk and pointed a threatening finger at Sigurd. “None of that. Not today. We need to discuss meeting places for Aelle.”

Ubbe shifted in his seat, straightening his jacket. “We should make it public. Somewhere with lots of bystanders, innocent people so he’d be less likely to try something.” Ragnar nodded, looking up towards Björn. 

“I agree with Ubbe. The more public the better. It’d be harder for him to get away with something that way. He’d be more likely to do what he said than go back on it.” Björn shifted his feet and nodded once as if he was reassuring himself.

Ragnar looked back at his other sons. “Anyone else?” When no one made a move to speak, Ragnar nodded and stood up. “Excellent.” He buttoned his jacket. “Hvitserk, I want you to do some research, find a place nearby that is public but not so much so that Aelle gets nervous. Ubbe, Sigurd, compile a team of our most trusted men to complete the deal. Björn, once we have our place, I want you to call Aelle and remind him that he has,” Ragnar looked at the calendar on his desktop. “Nine days to come up with the money before our deal is rescinded. Ivar,”

Ivar stood when his name was called and waited for his instruction. He didn’t have a good feeling.

Ragnar stepped in front of his youngest son and placed his hands on his shoulders. He smiled and brought his hands up to Ivar’s face, cupping his cheeks and stroking his thumbs over the bones. “Talk to your wife.” He patted Ivar’s cheek with affection before he could brush him off. 

Sigurd snorted and Ivar turned to watch his father leave, seething.

.

Aaline was shadowboxing when Ivar came in. She didn’t see him so he leaned against the wall and watched her for a while. 

His anger over last night had dissipated. He understood the reasons behind her anxiety and swore to himself that he would figure out what had happened to her. She’d clearly been assaulted in the past. She said to him that no man would touch her without her permission again so someone had done it once already.

Ivar felt a boiling anger roll beneath his skin and he shook it off. There were two kinds of people in this world that Ivar hated: liars and rapists. The worst kind of people. One you could never trust, never get close to for fear of their betrayal. The other was a coward who thrived on power over defenseless women. 

Power was something Ivar understood but there was something so much more satisfying about gaining it from more powerful men than yourself. Taking power from someone who already had tasted better than taking it from someone who didn’t. 

Aaline was his now, anyway. Whether she liked it or not, he had a responsibility to her. She was his to protect and care for. He would find out who had hurt her and he would make them suffer. He just had to wait for her to come to him. He couldn’t force her to tell him, that would just push her away. No, he’d wait until she was ready and willing.

“Are you just going to stand there or do you intend on joining me?” Ivar snapped his eyes up when she spoke. She had stopped shadow boxing and was staring at him with her hands at her sides. 

She didn’t look angry which Ivar took as a good sign. She also didn’t look apologetic with Ivar admired. He was not sorry for the things he said and did the night before and he’d lose respect for her if she was. 

It was an admirable trait to mean what you said. Few people had it for fear of the outcome but Ivar had never been afraid to speak his mind and follow through on his actions. It looked like Aaline was the same. He knew that they would need to discuss what had happened last night and Aaline’s assumptions but that could be tabled for a later date. 

Now, he wanted to box with his wife. 

He shuffled forward and stepped into the ring. She moved back and made room for him. He eyed her frame before meeting her eyes. “You stand Southpaw but you’re right-handed.” He had noticed her stance the first time he saw her training but he hadn’t said anything up until now.

She nodded. “I’m right-handed but my visions better in my left eye.” Ivar nodded and jerked his chin towards her. “Show me.” She hesitated before dropping back into her stance. Ivar circled her slowly, pushing and pulling on areas to test her strength and move her into a better position. 

He came back around to her front. “Have you always fought southpaw?” She straightened and shook her head. “No, I started orthodoxly but my trainer noticed that I took more hits when I did so he had me try southpaw and I never went back.” Ivar grinned and she shared his smile.

He dropped back into his own stance and held his hands up on either side of his face, pushed out towards her. He nodded once and jerked his chin. “Hit me.” She tilted her head and eyed him warily, a small smile making its way across her face. He nodded again and she shrugged slightly. She fell back into her stance and began throwing jabs into each of his hands. 

Soon enough the gym rang out with their mixed laughter.   

.

Ragnar poured two glasses of bourbon. He carried one in each hand as he turned back to his desk. He handed one to Lagertha and set the other down before taking the seat beside her. She smiled at him and tipped the glass before taking a drink.

Ragnar tilted his head towards her before he sat back in his seat, waiting. 

She didn’t usually stay so late in the night. She had a penthouse apartment across the city that she preferred with Astrid there to warm her bed. There was something on her mind and Ragnar was willing to listen but she had yet to speak.

She was slow to consume her drink, relishing its taste and gathering her thoughts. Ragnar was patient and he would wait. 

He and Lagertha had been married for several years and she had been his closest confidant even longer. She was his second-in-command and he made no decisions without her input or advice. She was important to him.

He knew that whatever she wanted to say had something to do with Ivar and Aaline. Aaline had been speaking mostly to Torvi and Sibylle about her marriage to Ivar and Torvi kept nothing from Lagertha. The only reason Ragnar knew that Ivar had not spent the night with Aaline was because Aaline had confided in Torvi and Torvi told Björn and Lagertha. Neither one of them kept anything from Ragnar so he was going to find out from someone. 

There was not much else on Lagertha’s mind besides Ivar and Aaline. Much like him, she cherished the women that his sons married. Even though Björn was her only living child, she loved the rest of Ragnar’s sons like they were her own. She stepped up after Aslaug died and they all appreciated her for it. 

She took all the women under her wing, teaching them the workings of Lothbrok men and how to be the wife of a made man. She taught them about the business and about the law, encouraging them to get involved. She was never one to sit on the sidelines and look pretty and she didn’t want the rest of the women to do that either. 

Some of them were better about taking her advice than others but she cared deeply for them all. She didn’t want to see them get hurt and she would be the first to step in if one of the daughters-of-Ragnar was mistreated in any way, even if it was her husband who had mistreated her. 

The girls were important to Ragnar and Lagertha and they wanted them all to succeed. They both knew that Ivar and Aaline would be difficult to unravel but they anticipated the challenge.

Lagertha placed her empty glass on the edge of the desk and smiled over at Ragnar. He smiled back and continued to wait.

“I know that Ivar and Aaline’s wedding night did not go as expected.” Ragnar snorted and shook his head, sitting back in his chair. Lagertha gave him a look that still made Björn shudder but continued on. “Honestly, I don’t know what I expected but that wasn’t quite what I thought would happen.”

Ragnar sighed loudly and slouched low in his seat like a child at the dinner table. “I didn’t expect them to have sex but I didn’t think she would kick him out.” Lagertha arched a perfect blonde eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. Ragnar looked chagrined and shrugged. “What?”

She clucked her tongue and sat up straight, sitting on the edge of her chair like a proper lady. “Is that what Björn told you? That she kicked him out?” 

“Well, why else would they sleep in different rooms?” Ragnar was bemused. Björn hadn’t gone into great detail but he said that words were exchanged and Ivar slept in his room while Aaline slept in hers, the only sign of her presence having been her crumpled and ripped wedding dress.

Lagertha clucked again and Ragnar huffed. “She was frightened.” Lagertha gave him a meaningful look as she picked up his full bourbon glass and began drinking it. “Why?” Ragnar sat up straight and folded his hands. If Aaline was scared of Ivar then they might have a problem.

“I think she thought he would take advantage of her.” Ragnar gave Lagertha disbelieving eyes and she cocked her head to the side. “Be honest, Ragnar, knowing her history and the situation, did you really think she wouldn’t be afraid.”

Ragnar grunted and thought back. 

He did a mental catalog of Aaline’s history and agreed that it was a plausible reaction. Having known Ivar so little and being thrust into unfamiliar territory, he understood why Aaline would be frightened. “Poor girl.” He murmured. Lagertha grunted and drained his bourbon.

“I have a good feeling though.” She said. Ragnar looked over at her and grinned. “Do you?” He stood up and took both empty glasses back to the bar cart.

“Yes. They are too similar and too different. They have enough in common to find even footing but are different enough to keep each other on their toes.” She nodded, her face distant, lost in the possibilities. Ragnar chuckled as he refilled both glasses.

“Yes, I think this will turn out very well. For both of them.” Lagertha said, taking Ragnar’s offered glass. They clinked glasses and drank deeply.   

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You’ll Enjoy Yourself

Summary: Your relationship with Dean could be confusing, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Modern day college age!AU, no hunting. Words: 3.3k Dean x Reader, Sam (OCs: Dylan, James, Molly) Warnings: smut (use protection please, I don’t want to be a bad influence)  A/N: Basically I had a great weekend so I wrote it in fic form to get me back in the writing game. Don’t judge me, I had fun

Your name: submit What is this?

You were already three beers deep by the time the boys arrived at the house party on Friday night, laughter and drinks flowing between friends.

It was summer vacation so you’d travelled down from college to Lawrence to stay with your friends from high school. Your parents had retired and moved state, so you wanted to spend some time with your friends before going back home on the Saturday afternoon.

“Y/N!” Dylan called out from the kitchen. “Open the door!”

“I’m not your slave!” you shouted back, earning a laugh and a reminder that you were staying there rent free.

You rolled your eyes, handing your empty bottle off to Molly so you could do as commanded by the host.

James was leaning against the buzzer, making the dogs go wild as you made your way through the house to let them in.

“Alright!” you laughed, unlocking the door. “Welcome to the party.”

“Y/N,” James grinned, kissing your cheek and moving past into the house.

“Moll’s in the front room,” you informed them, accepting Sam’s hug and meeting Dean’s eye over his shoulder. “Drinks are in the kitchen.”

Dean closed the door behind him as Sam followed James, leaving the two of you in the hallway.

“You good?” you asked, leaning against the wall.

“Yeah,” he replied, his eyes raking over your body as his tongue subconsciously ran over his lower lip.

You smirked, holding his gaze when his eyes met yours once more.

“Are you coming in or are you just standing in the doorway all night?” Dylan asked, handing you a fresh beer. “Molly’s been waiting for you so we can start her game.”

“Game?” Dean asked quietly, following you into the front room.

“Zeus on a Moose,” you told him, causing his frown to deepen. “It’s rhyming, she loves it.”

“Great,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes, sitting down beside Sam and leaving enough space beside you for Dean.

“Have a beer,” you told him as he reluctantly took a seat. “Loosen up.”

“I’m driving,” he murmured, to which you raised an eyebrow. “I am.”

“Alright,” you allowed, leaning back into the couch and turning your attention to Sam.

*****

*****

After two rounds of Molly’s rhyming game and a few too many arguments about the rules, Dean had relented and helped you finish your beer.

Sam stood up, reaching his long arms above his head and stretching.

“You wanting to go home?” Dean asked, looking at James to find him yawning too.

“I have to be at work for eight,” Sam reasoned, and you looked at the clock to find that it was nearly midnight.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Molly teased, and Dean shook his head.

“Little brother’s gotta bring home the bacon,” he told her, and you nodded in understanding.

You smiled as they said their goodbyes, James tagging along for the free ride, trying to not let the disappointment show on your face.

Your relationship with Dean was… confusing. So uncomplicated that it became almost complicated. The first time you’d hooked up was at James’ 21st celebration a few months ago. You’d come back to town to take him out for his first legal drink, and you and Dean had negotiated what he had referred to as a ‘sexlationship’. It worked great for both of you - the deal being that if the two of you were up for it and in the same city, you would hook up.

In theory, an excellent deal. However, since that first time together the two of you had become closer as friends. In one sense, that was a great thing. You were close, you could have a laugh, and after a few drinks, you could fall into bed together and partake in some incredible sex. On the other hand, while sober the two of you usually avoided the topic at all costs and got along as nothing more than best friends.

As a result, you were all over the place.

On this trip down, you’d only been together once. Another of your mutual friends had graduated and you had both received a drunk phone call asking you to go out on Monday night, and you’d agreed on the condition that you wouldn’t get too drunk.

That went out of the window, and while walking back to Dylan’s house you found yourself making out with Dean against a brick wall.

To the annoyance of both of you, you had to let him know that you were coming to the end of your period that night. You weren’t exactly at the point in your sexlationship that you were willing to go there anyway but, despite that hiccup, you still managed to have a good time. So good, in fact, that he was still in your bed the next morning.

He’d told you to hit him up when your period was over, and you had done, hence your slight frustration that he was leaving with his brother.

Molly caught your gaze as Dylan showed them out of the house, and you quickly looked away.

“Dyl wouldn’t mind if he stayed again,” she reminded you, and you let out a soft laugh.

“I know,” you assured her, picking up a few empty bottles to put in the recycling. “I’m gonna head upstairs.”

You weren’t exactly annoyed at him, it wasn’t his fault that his brother had work, but you were (for want of a better word) thirsty. It had been too long.

*****

*****

You were laying on your bed, watching some trashy late-night TV, when you pulled out your phone and sent off a message to Dean.

Are you coming back or am I going home tomorrow without having boned? Because that would be lame.

Blunt, to the point, just like the start of your sexlationship.

You placed your phone on the nightstand and turned your attention back to the TV.

It was past 1am when you got a reply and, when you did, it made you laugh softly.

I would but James wanted a deep chat.

Can’t believe I’ve been cockblocked by Jimmy.

You changed into your sleep shirt, taking off your makeup and throwing your hair up into a messy pony. By the time you’d brushed your teeth and got back to your bedroom, careful not to disturb whatever Molly and Dylan were up to, Dean had replied again.

Come over before you leave tomorrow, while Sam’s at work. You’ll enjoy yourself.

You laughed aloud, rolling your eyes as you sent a Snapchat in response.

You let your shirt slip off of your shoulder to expose your clavicle - along with the marks he had left there on Monday night - snapping a quick picture before typing out your reply.

And you obviously wouldn’t get anything out of it, right?

His reply this time was lightning quick, a short video of him snapping his fingers and pointing to the camera.

Exactly.

*****

*****

You woke the next morning with a case of chronic dry mouth and a text from your mother.

What’s your plan today? Your brother and sister-in-law are home for the afternoon. xx

You sighed, grateful for the glass of water that you’d kept beside your bed as you typed out a quick reply, letting her know that you’d be leaving around lunchtime to hopefully catch them before they left.

Getting out of bed, you changed into a shoulderless summer dress, foregoing a bra and slipping into a pair of clean panties from your suitcase. You packed up the rest of your things, checking around the guest room to ensure that you hadn’t left anything important behind before making your way downstairs.

Gotta leave by 1. You still up for it or shall I just get a headstart home?

You left your phone on the counter as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal, flicking through yesterday’s newspaper when Dylan made his way through to the kitchen.

“Mornin’,” he smiled, ruffling your hair as he crossed towards the fridge.

“Mornin’,” you returned, breaking into a yawn. “I’m leaving in a few.”

He nodded, drinking orange juice from the carton as your phone buzzed beside him.

He grabbed it before you got a chance, unlocking it with the passcode that he’d known since high school and grinning at you.

“Come on over,” he read, wiggling his eyebrows. “Little Y/N. Are you going for a nooner with Dean Winchester?”

You looked at the clock before shaking your head.

“It’s ten.”

He just laughed and gave you your phone back, playfully bumping your shoulder on his way out of the room.

“Say bye to Moll before you go,” he told you, and you saluted in response.

I’ll pack up my car then come over.

*****

*****

Dean opened the door wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and it suddenly hit you that the two of you had never done this sober before.

“Welcome,” he smiled, letting you inside.

Bones was more than happy to see you, and you gave the dog a fuss as you crouched to remove your shoes.

“I swear you like that dog more than you like me,” Dean commented, and you smirked up at him.

“The dog has yet to piss me off.”

He rolled his eyes, making his way up the stairs and waiting for you to follow.

You deliberately took your time placing your keys and phone on the table, making sure Bones stayed downstairs before joining Dean in his bedroom.

You closed the door behind you as he laid down on his bed, letting you get a good look at his room in daylight for the first time stone-cold sober.

“I’d forgotten about… this,” you commented, motioning to the shelves above his bed, full of stuffed animals and wrestling figurines.

The first night you’d spent there, he’d told you where he’d got each toy from - a lot of the animals won at arcades with his brother when they were younger - and it was kind of endearing and eye opening. He had let you into his memories and that was a main contributor to the closeness that the two of you now shared.

“Don’t be mean,” Dean replied, placing his phone on his nightstand and looking up at you.

You pulled your hair back into a pony with the band on your wrist, stepping further into the room and perching on the edge of his bed.

He made no move to get anything started and you laughed softly to yourself.

“Are we gonna do this or no?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and pointing to the door with your thumb. “I could just go home.”

“I’m already naked,” he reminded you, “So it’s up to you.”

You rolled your eyes, carding a hand into his hair.

“You’re a dick,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss the smirk off of his face.

You loved kissing Dean. His lips were full and the boy knew how to use his tongue to pull soft groans from the back of your throat.

His hands slipped under the hem of your dress, fingertips brushing over the lace of your panties.

“Take these off,” he murmured, and you did as he asked without question. “You always wear such nice things for me.”

You didn’t tell him that you always wore that kind of underwear - you hadn’t chosen them especially for him. He could think that you had made a special effort if he wanted to.

Outside the bedroom, whenever he asked you to do anything, you would banter back with a half-assed argument just for the sake of it. Yet as soon as you were alone you folded to his every command, much to the surprise of both of you.

Feisty in the streets, subby in the sheets. What more could a man want?

You stood up, stepping out of your panties as he rid himself of his towel.

You let your eyes rake over his body, allowing a moment for a slight flush of embarrassment to rise from his chest.

“Get over here,” he told you, and - once again - you did what you were told.

You straddled his waist, his hands finding your hips as you ground down against him.

One hand left your waist to slip between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance under your dress.  

“Yeah?” he asked as you leant over him, and you nodded as you kissed him.

“Yeah,” you breathed into his mouth, moving your hips so that he could push up into you easily.

From experience you knew you could take him without preparation, both of you enjoying the stretch of him entering you.

You kissed him to stop yourself from moaning as he started snapping his hips up into you without giving you a chance to acclimatise to the intrusion.

You loved it, the feeling of him under you, in you, as you explored each others mouths.

You rolled your hips, pushing him deeper and slowing the pace.

“Fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss and moving his lips to your neck.

You grinned to yourself and pulled back until you were sitting over him.

He raised an eyebrow at you as you raised up on your knees, sinking back down onto him as your hands rested on his chest, your dress falling over your thighs.

As you rose back up, he slipped out of you and both of you let out a frustrated laugh.

“You tried,” he teased, and you shut him up with a kiss.

He smiled against your lips, tapping your ass to get you to move.

You maneuvered your way around the single bed until you were on your back, your head against the pillows as you looked up at him.

He pulled at his comforter, trying to move it out of the way and shifting you in the process.

“I nearly threw you off,” he commented, making you laugh as you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him towards you.

“It would’ve been hot,” you assured him, earning a surprised bark of laughter.

“You’re a kinky little thing,” he smirked, to which you just shrugged and pulled him closer.

He moved you where he wanted you and you just let him, trusting that whatever he was going to do would feel good.

You weren’t disappointed as one of your legs was thrown over his shoulder, the other curling over his bicep as he fucked into you again.

You pressed your lips together, closing your eyes and throwing one arm above your head as the fingers of the other clawed at his thigh.

“Good?” he asked, his hips not stopping their pace.

“Good,” you confirmed, leaning your head further back as you let your hips match his movements.

Your breaths were coming in needy pants, your mouth quickly turning dry but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were getting what you had wanted, and it was even better than you’d remembered it.

Your eyes shot open when you were moved down the bed, his hands lifting the backs of your thighs, a soft exclamation of ‘fuck’ leaving your lips.

Dean’s movements stopped instantly, concern evident on his features.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, letting go of your legs. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” you laughed softly, reaching a hand up to card through his short hair, bringing him down into a kiss. “I’m having a good time.”

“You sure?” he clarified, looking into your eyes.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, placing another kiss to his lips.

He didn’t look convinced, and his concern comforted you somewhat. Not that you were uncomfortable in the first place, but knowing that he would stop at a seconds notice if you were was definitely reassuring.

“Dean,” you murmured, “You know me. If you did something I didn’t like, I would tell you straight away.”

He nodded, closing his eyes as he kissed you deeply, reassuring himself this time that you were still enjoying it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your fingertips scritched through the short hair at the nape of his neck.

He smiled into the kiss, pulling back and tapping your thigh to get you to move again.

“Roll over,” he told you, and you took your chance to grab one more kiss before doing as he asked.

He pushed your dress up over your ass as you rested your cheek on your folded arms, letting him move your body how he wanted.

You’d be embarrassed about how easy you were being but the part of your brain that felt shame was entirely switched off around Dean.

A low moan left your lips as he entered you from behind, his fingertips digging into your hips through the cotton of your dress.

He plastered himself over you, an arm wrapping around your waist as he began to mouth at your bare shoulder blades. The deep grunts coming from behind you were driving you wild. To you, there was nothing better than hearing that your partner was just as into it as you were, and the sounds escaping Dean confirmed that fact.

He lifted his body from your back, bunching your dress in one hand and pulling you back towards him. You moved with him, shifting up onto your hands to accommodate the change in position.

Your teeth bit down into your lower lip and you pulled in a hissed breath as his hand met the meat of your ass in a sharp slap.

“Fuck,” you breathed again, and this time he didn’t have to ask if it was positive feedback.

He knew that it was.

“Close?” he asked, reaching round your body and under your dress.

“Mhm,” you hummed in confirmation as his fingertips finally, finally, gave attention to your clit.

You moved your hips without thinking, grinding back into him to get as much out of the last moments as you could.

“Shit,” he groaned, his hips stuttering their pace as he continued to rub at your clit, causing you to clench around him.

Your breath hitched as you felt your climax take over, falling back onto your forearms as you fought to catch your breath.

Dean pulled out of you, sitting back on his heels and running a hand through his hair.

Once your heart had stopped pounding in your ears, you rolled back over and half sat up onto your hip.

“You good?” he asked, and you laughed breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, leaning up to kiss him and appreciating the way his tongue teased at your lips before he pulled back.

“Told you you’d enjoy yourself,” he smirked, standing up and stretching.

You laughed in disbelief before nodding in defeat, not really having expected any less from him.

“What can I say except… you’re welcome,” he grinned, pulling on a pair of shorts, humming the Moana song to himself.

“You’re… such a twat,” you smiled, leaning back against his bedroom wall.

“I should put the bandana on,” Dean commented, picking up his Hulkamania bandana from his floor.

You rolled your eyes, remembering the morning after your first night together when he’d swiftly donned the bandana and told you all about the time he went to Wrestlemania in full Hulk Hogan cosplay as a kid.

“You don’t have to every time,” you assured him, grinning when he put it on anyway.

You were entirely unsurprised when ‘Real American’ started playing through the speakers on his phone.

He grinned at you, and you laughed as you stood and pulled on your panties.

“I’ve had fun,” you told him, letting your hair down and running your hands through it.

“Me too,” he confirmed, following you out of his room and down the stairs. “I assume I’ll see you next time you’re down?”

You nodded, slipping into your shoes and picking up your phone and keys.

“As long as you’re still up for it,” you confirmed, making him laugh.

Dean pulled you closer, placing one final kiss to your lips before letting you go.

“Drive safe,” he told you as you opened the door, ruffling Bones’ fur and smiling over your shoulder before stepping outside.

“See you around, Winchester.”

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EWS UPDATE I am glad to report, on behalf of the group, that all is going well and all is on schedule for November. The boat is chartered to leave Australia on November 3rd returning November 13th. Plans are being made around what equipment to take. The team is growing, the latest new member being […]

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Elecraft AX1 Multi-Band Whip Antenna

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HF Mobile Autotune Whip Antenna 1.6-30 MHz 200W – STEALTH 9360

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Remote Antenna Tuners [PodCast] – “ARRL The Doctor is In”

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Best Ham Radio Hotspot for Early 2021 – DMR YSF DSTAR Hotspot

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Xiegu X108G

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July 31, 2015

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-The dream of completely wireless connection between radio and computer is a reality with Firmware 1.20 on the ICOM IC-705. I know have a few of my computers setup to connect to my 705 on my home wifi AND in access point mode for fully portable control of the ham radio for running digital modes like JS8Call, WSJT-X and Winlink.

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KT31WARC, 18.068-18.168 / 24.890-24.990 MHZ

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Icom IC-705 Interview with Ray Novak from Orlando Hamcation 2020

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The new Malahit-DSP: A portable all-in-one wideband SDR receiver

November 12, 2019

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Unbox and Test MFJ-849 Digital SWR Meter

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Anytone AT-6666 All-Mode 10 Meter Mobile

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ACOM ATU04AT- REMOTE AUTOMATIC ANTENNA TUNER AND SWITCH

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DX Engineering – RXSHARE Audio Switch DXE-RXSHARE

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ICOM IC-705 SDR transceiver Update

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Airspy HF+ Discovery is the Most Refined HF/VHF SDR

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Spacewalk Could Return ARISS Ham Station in ISS Columbus Module to the Air

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23-Centimeter Band in Region 1 Under Discussion Ahead of WRC-23

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Report: Radio Amateurs in Israel Lose Access to Much Microwave Spectrum

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Maritime Radio Day is Set for April

March 09, 2021

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North Carolina Radio Amateurs Adapt Tailgating Hamfest to the COVID-19 Pandemic

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                 Many thanks to SWLing Post contributor, Paul Walker, who shares the following announcement: Tune into WRMI for “The LIVE Friday Night Virtual Dance Party Request Party Thingy” from community station 89.5 KSKO McGrath, Alaska. The broadcast will take place on Saturday, March 20th 2021 from 0300 to 0500 UTC on 7570 kHz for the west […]

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Care to Roleplay? :3

Greetings! All those wonderful people who have taken the time to read my role-play request. It is an absolute honour to be here and introduce myself as one of the keen lovers of a very distinctive hobby we all have grown to love - Roleplaying. 

Feel free to call me Avari (which happens to be my very absurd internet alias). I am an eighteen year old college student, studying pre-med from the all too notorious university of Cambridge. Yes, I’m British and no, I haven’t met the Queen….yet. I am an absolute lover of dogs since I have like three myself and I hate the winter reason...ugh I can already feel my fingers freeze as I type...

Cravings!

Naruto Next Generation RP: Boruto

Absolutely no idea why I have a craving of this but god damn it, Kishi! (⊙.⊙(◉̃_᷅◉)⊙.⊙) I cannot get over how adorable the new characters are! I just have to...I have to role-play this one way or the other!

Love Interest(s): Boruto Uzumaki, Sarada Uchiha, Adult Naruto Uzumaki, Adult Hinata Uzumaki

Original Role-plays

If you have any original idea, and I mean ANY original idea, please contact me! I have been craving an original role-play for so long that my hunger has finally come to surface. I have a few ideas of my own which I would only share if you contact me! 💪 (`▿´) 👊

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Do I even have to say anything about this? Hot guys in tight swim suits is my sort of aesthetic ( ◡́.◡̀)\(^◡^ )

Love Interest(s): Haruka Nanase, Makoto Tachibana, Gou Matsuoka

Mystic Messenger

I LIVE FOR THIS M*THER F*CKING GAME

Love Interest(s): Jumin Han, Jaehee kang

  Length and Literacy ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

I love to write and, admittedly, I get carried away from time to time. Other times, I may suffer writer’s block and be rendered unable to reply because nothing will come to me. I hate to be that person, but I am going to put a minimum requirement. The minimum amount I will accept is 400 words per side. I usually write between 600 and 1,000 words per side, so I believe that’s at least fair. With literacy, try your hardest; that’s all I ask of you. I am very lenient when it comes to length because a person can write a whole novel and I would be sitting in the corner of my bedroom with my laptop and a bowl of popcorns to enjoy the whole work of art, yes writing is art for me. Or they could send me one paragraph which is good sized and I would be as quick as lightening to send one back so both novella and one paragraph have their perks. But I would never accept one-liners since they tend to ruin the flow of the roleplay. 

Leaving ≧◠‿●‿◠≦

If you’re going to drop me while discussing plots or immediately after starting, I request that you don’t message me at all. It happens far too often and has become more of a pain than anything else. If you don’t like my writing style or what I have in mind for my side of the roleplay, that’s all you have to say. 

Limits (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)👌

Not a lot I’m uncomfortable with in the scheme of things. I won’t tell you, “No, I won’t do that.” Odds are, I’ll probably do it. I have absoutely no limits except for the ones mentioned below because God knows what goes inside this dirty mind of mine.

*Gets bitch slap by God* O-Okay...let’s move on...

The only limits I have are:

✕ Pedophilia (Grown Adult x Anyone Under 16) ✕ Bestiality

✕ Your OC x My OC

Reply Time ☜(ˆ▿ˆc)

It may take me five minutes to reply, or it may take me five days. It all depends on my workload, how many roleplays I have going on, and whether or not I have writer’s block. Messaging me twice a day to see if I’m going to reply isn’t going to make it come faster. Because I’m an asshole, messaging me twice a day to see where the reply is will move our roleplay to the bottom of the list. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Just be nice and give me a decent amount of time to reply; I’ll let you know if something came up and is preventing me from replying for longer than five days. I am honestly looking for someone who can reply around the clock because I would delete a threat of the person has not replied for like, two - three weeks and I might send a couple of emails if I have not heard from you in a week. I can reply within a day, or two at maximum but maybe that’s because I have no life ._. (Lying!) Please reply on time and I would be a happy partner :3

OOC Chatting (─‿‿─)

Contrary to how my rules may make me out to be, I love talking to my partners! If you want to chat about something you’re really excited about or vent because you’re having a bad day, by all means, I’m all ears! I won’t tell you to leave me alone. 

Writing Sample!

Looking up at the giant who loomed above her, she felt very small and fragile. Oddly, she also felt safe. Safer than she had felt in three years. Loosening her grip on his hands, she raised her own hand and touched her fingers to a cut on his chin. "You've been hurt, too," she said, smiling shyly at him.

Jordan caught his breath at the unexpected glamour of the lad's glowing smile and froze in amazement when he felt an odd, inner tingle from the boy's touch. A boy's touch. Brusquely shaking off the small hand, he wondered grimly if his boredom with life's ordinary diversions was turning him into some sort of perverted dilettante. "You haven't yet told me your name," he said, his tone deliberately cool as he began exploring the boy's lower rib cage, watching his small face for any sign of pain.

Alexandra opened her mouth to give her name, but gave a shriek of outraged panic instead when he suddenly slid his hands onto her breasts.

Jordan jerked his hands away as if they'd been scorched. "You're a girl!"

"I can't help it!" Alexandra flung back, stung by the sharp accusation in his voice.

The absurdity of their exchanged words struck them both at the same time: Jordan's black scowl gave way to a sudden grin and Alexandra started to laugh. And that was how Mrs. Tilson, the innkeeper's wife, found them—both on the bed, laughing, the man's hands arrested a few inches above Miss Alexandra Lawrence's gaping shirt and bosom.

"Alexandra Lawrence!" she exploded, barging into the room like a battleship under full sail, sparks shooting from her eyes as they leveled on the man's hands above Alexandra's open shirt. "What is the meaning of this!"

Alexandra was blessedly oblivious to the portent of what Mrs. Tilson was seeing and thinking, but Jordan was not, and he found it nauseating that this woman's evil mind could apparently accuse a young girl of no more than thirteen years of collaborating in her own moral demise. His features hardened and there was a distinct frost in his clipped, authoritative voice. "Miss Lawrence was hurt in an accident just south of here on the road. Send for a physician."

"No, do not, Mrs. Tilson," Alexandra said and lurched into a sitting position despite her swimming senses. "I'm perfectly well and wish to go home."

Jordan spoke to the suspicious woman in a curt, commanding voice. "In that case, I'll take her home, and you can direct the physician to the bend in the road a few miles south of here. There, he'll find two thugs who are beyond needing his skill, but he can ensure they're properly disposed of." Reaching into his pocket, Jordan withdrew a card with his name engraved on it beneath a small gold crest. "I'll return here to answer any questions he may have, once I've taken Miss Lawrence to her family."

Mrs. Tilson muttered something scathing under her breath about bandits and debauchery, snatched the card from his hand, glowered at Alexandra's unbuttoned shirt, and marched out.

"You seemed surprised—about my being a girl, I mean," Alexandra ventured uncertainly. 

"Frankly, this has been a night of surprises," Jordan replied, dismissing Mrs. Tilson from his mind and turning his attention to Alexandra. "Would I be prying if I were to ask you what you were doing rigged out in that suit of armor?"

Alexandra slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand. The room swayed. "I can walk," she protested when the man reached out to lift her into his arms.

"But I'd prefer to carry you," Jordan said firmly and did exactly that. Alexandra smiled inwardly at the blithe way he stalked through the common room, serenely indifferent to the staring villagers, carrying in his arms a disheveled, dusty girl clad in breeches and shirtsleeves.

Once he had set her gently onto the deep, luxurious squabs of his coach and settled in across from her, however, her amusement vanished. Soon, she realized, they would pass by the gruesome scene she'd partially caused. "I took a man's life," she said in a tortured whisper as the coach headed toward the dreaded bend. "I will never forgive myself."

"I would never forgive you if you hadn't," Jordan said with a teasing smile in his voice. In the glow of the lighted coach lamps, huge aqua eyes brimming with tears lifted to his face, searching if, silently beseeching him for more comfort, and Jordan responded automatically. Reaching forward, he lifted her off the seat and onto his lap, cradling her in his arms like the distraught child she was. "It was a very brave thing you did," he murmured into the soft, dusky curls that brushed his cheek.

Alexandra drew in a shuddering breath and shook her head, unknowingly rubbing her cheek against his chest "I wasn't brave, I was simply too frightened to run away like a sensible person."

Holding the trusting child in his arms, Jordan was startled by the unprecedented thought that he might like to have a child of his own to hold someday. There was something profoundly touching about the way this little girl was snuggled against him, trusting him. Remembering that fetching little girls inevitably become spoiled young women, he promptly discarded the notion. "Why were you wearing that old suit of armor?" he asked for the second time that night

Alexandra explained about the jousts, which were a ritual whenever one of the O'Toole children had a birthday, then she made him repeatedly laugh aloud by describing some of her foibles and triumphs during today's lists.

"Don't people outside of Morsham have jousts and such? I always assumed people were the same everywhere, although I don't know it for certain, since I've never been beyond Morsham. I doubt if I ever will."

Jordan was shocked into momentary silence. In his own wide circle of acquaintances, everyone traveled everywhere, and often. It was hard to accept that this bright child would never see any place beyond this godforsaken tiny village on the edge of nowhere. He glanced down at her shadowy face and found her watching him with friendly interest, rather than the deferential awe he was accustomed to. Inwardly he grinned at the image of uninhibited peasant children throwing themselves into jousts. How different their childhood must be from that of the children of the nobility. Like himself, they were all raised by governesses, ruled by tutors, admonished to be clean and neat at all times, and constantly reminded to act like the superior beings they were born to be. Perhaps children who grew up in remote places like this were better and different—guileless and courageous and unaffected, as Alexandra was. Based on the life Alexandra described to him, he wondered if perhaps peasant children were the lucky ones, after all. Peasant children? It dawned on him that there was nothing of the rough peasant in this child's cultured speech.

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