#damn glen and his fucking smirk

[inklore]

hope yall know when twisters comes out i’m going to be annoying as helllll.

[twola]

just saw a post that said “missionary, so we can keep arguing” and i feel like you’d do that justice if you’re ever in the mood to write it lol xx

Oh holy shit. I’m now in the mood. Here’s a low honor Arthur secretly has feelings, but they are way WAY underneath. Also shoutout to @shootybangbang, who insisted on a few points to add to this.

Fortitude

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI ➵ Fic Masterlist ➵ AO3 Link ➵ Next

“Who is it?!”

“It’s Arthur, idiot!”

His deep voice booms across the camp and the onion you were dicing suddenly becomes victim to very vigorous chopping. The knife slams on the butcher table loudly as you grit your teeth.

Mary Beth looks up at you with a curious stare. “Are you…alright?”

“Never better.” You mumble as you continue to chop at the onion.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, letting out a long breath.

“Oh, Arthur, how nice of you to return!” Dutch’s sarcastic reply echoes across the way as he moves to clap his hand across Arthur’s back in welcome. “Anythin’ good out there?” He hands Arthur a bottle of beer, and immediately Arthur begins to drink.

“Shoah. Plenty to keep me out there. Better than loungin’ around here.”

Dutch guffaws at the pointed comment.

You grit your teeth again as you pick up the next onion. Laughter surrounds the campfire for several moments as you continue to chop. Arthur slugs back the rest of his beer before tossing it to the ground. “Now if you don’t mind me, I have a lady to see.”

You try to ignore his heavy footsteps approaching.

“C’mon now, missy. Let’s get outta here fer the night.”

You pause a moment before placing the knife down. Mary Beth gives you a look as you sigh, wiping your hands on your skirts. You give her a mumbled farewell as you turn to Arthur.

He stands there, all six feet of the fearsome enforcer of the Van der Linde gang. Able to tear men limb from limb. Hand on his gunbelt, the brim of that old gambler’s had shading his eyes against the sunset. A beard showing weeks out on the land.

Damn him, damn him to hell. 

You take his outstretched hand and follow.

-

It’s not terribly far away from camp. Just far enough not to be bothered. He stops his horse in a small forested glen and swings off of the saddle, tying the mare to a tree branch.

“C’mon now, girl. You seem so pleased to see me.” Arthur grunts as he unloads his small tent from his saddle bag, turning and immediately starting to 

“Very pleased. Been waitin’ on you every night to come back.” You retort, sliding off of the rump of the horse and turning to unfasten the bedroll from his saddle.

“That’s more like it,” He smirks back at you as he pitches the tent, “Don’tchu worry, I’ll get you right.”

When he’s finished with the tent, you stoop down and roll out his bedroll on the ground within, climbing inside as the dusk falls. Arthur follows you, stooping to his knees at the entrance of the lean-to. He tosses his hat toward the back of the tent.

“Get on yer knees.” Arthur orders as he starts to undo the buttons of his workshirt.

“No,” you huff, sliding back on your bottom atop the bedroll. You start unlacing your boots and pull them off, chucking them toward the entrance of the tent.

“No?” Arthur’s eyebrow quirks as he rips his gunbelt off.

“I ain’t gonna let you treat me like some two-penny whore. You’re gonna at least have the decency to look me in the eye.” You rasp up at him as you start unlacing your dress.

He kicks his boots off smugly. There’s something ironic in the way the two of you are quickly shedding your clothes to the back and forth going on in the tent.

“Oh, too good to bend over but not to get on your back for me?”

You shimmy out of your dress and quickly pull your chemise over your head. He works his pants down with his drawers. 

“Too good for you to fuck me like I’m any other hole.” 

“We’ll see about that-” Arthur chuckles as he stands on his knees opposite you, completely nude, cock blood-swollen and bobbing with his movements. His hands grab at your hips, grasping those dainty bloomers you’ve taken to wearing and pulling them down your thighs, over your knees, and completely off, chucking them to the side.

He licks his lips, the bastard, at the sight of you on your back for him, naked in the waning hours of the day. And yet, here you are, angry but desperate to be wanted, you just want… a little something more.

Arthur spits in his hand, slathering it on his cock. Climbing atop you in his bedroll, you spread your legs for him. The head of his cock catches on the rim of your cunt and he pushes inside, growling as he does so.

A whine, desperate, claws its way out of your throat as you clench at his forearms at the feeling of several hot inches of him splitting your core, filling you fit to burst. It’s the pain on a knife’s edge that seems to placate the aggravation in your soul.

He’s not gentle - you know that, you’ve never expected him to be. He fucks like he works - with physicality and brute strength. 

He does, at the very least, stay buried within you for a moment, his hips shoved completely up against yours, all those hot, pulsing, hard inches of him having carved a blazing path through your core. He does, at the very least, give you that moment to accept him, grow used to him, before grabbing your hips and starting to buck against you mercilessly.

“You’re -hah- infuriating,” Arthur spits out, locking his elbows as he finds a rhythm of slamming his hips into yours, the slap of skin on skin loud within the tent. No wonder he dragged you away from camp.

“You’re a lowlife -ngh-” You are able to grit out as he tries to fuck you into submission. But you know this game, you know his game. He may be the feared enforcer of the gang, but you’re not some feeble woman willing to let him do with you what he wants.

“Ain’t too low for you to let me fuck you.” He growls, words interspersed with his thrusts.

“Ain’t the same gettin’ myself o-off.” You sputter as he slings your other thigh over his shoulder and slams his hips down on you to effectively cut you off. You cry out in surprise at the change in angle of his thrusts, loudly to the point he slaps his hand over your mouth as he moves above you.

You sink your teeth into the meat of his palm. He hisses, pulling his hand away quickly. He looks down on you with annoyance.

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman?”

You grit your teeth against the anger that has been eating at you this whole time.

“I missed you, asshole.”

Arthur stops, jaw unclenching, cock halfway sheathed in your warm cunt. He looks down at you, eyes wide, brow unfurling, and the fire in his gut subsiding.

“Ain’t you ever think when you’re out for weeks at a time that you got someone to come home to?” You scowl up at him as he slowly lets your leg down from his shoulder.

Arthur frowns, biting the inside of his cheek.

“When you’re gone for weeks at a time, then come back bragging about it, it’s like you ain’t want to be with me. At least that’s what you got me thinkin’.” You lower your voice and encircle your fingers around his forearms. Your thumbs rub gently at his wrists, “So when you drag me out here to fuck you, are you telling me that’s all you want?”

“No.” He gruffly responds.

“Then act like it.”

He lowers himself to his elbows slowly, his cock slipping further inside you and you give a little whine in response. Arthur angles his forearms inward, giving him the ability to brush some of your hair from your forehead. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, plastering your bodies against each other fully. 

“Just - try not to stay out as long. Or maybe take me with you. The cot gets awful cold without you in it. If we’re together, I want to be treated like we’re together.” You whisper, the anger in your blood finally dissipating. 

He hovers above you, finally, a fond smile replaces the previous bombastic smirk on his face.

“Want me t’ write you some poetry?”

“Kiss me, you fool.”

He immediately complies, smashing his lips on yours, tongue pressing against your lips, which you open to him. You moan throatily as he rolls his hips in a full stroke, pulling his cock near completely out and thrusting back in. He repeats the motion again and again.

“Want to be beneath me every night? That’s what my girl wants?”

Your reply is half a scream, “Y-yes! E-every night, Arthur-”

“Goddamn- yes, oh shit, that’s it-” he babbles as his strokes start to come unwieldy.

The molten fire burning in your core licks at your gut, the muscles in your legs start screaming - you know that you’re quickly going to reach your end with each time that he shoves his cock deeper inside you.

“I’m go-gonna come, Arthur -ngh-”

“That’s it, darlin’ girl, come all over my cock.” He croons, changing his motions by pushing himself as deep as he can before gyrating his hips, trying to hit everywhere within you.

You seize up, your thighs clamping around his waist as you cry out to the heavens above, some garbled noise that sounds like the syllables of his name.

Arthur coos, in that teasing way that he does, shutting his eyes as he takes in the feeling of your pulsing core on his cock. The gush of wetness that surrounds him, starting to leak out onto his balls as you thrash and cry.

When finally you begin to calm down, he yanks himself from you and sits up on his knees as he squeezes his eyes shut, pumping his cock as if coming would save his life. 

You shoot up, leaning on one elbow, and bat his hand away from his cock, wrapping your fingers around his base and guiding it into your mouth.

“Aw fuck honey-”

He doesn’t last long. How could he? Not with your perfect mouth around him, not with your tongue pressing against the sensitive slit, not when you suck. With a strangled shout of your name, he comes, spurting warm down your throat. Salty and bitter, just like him - but you suck him dry as if you couldn’t get enough.

He flops down on the bedroll next to you, panting as you curl your body against his, placing your head upon his chest, your hand spread wide over his racing heart. Another centering moment later, he winds his arm around you. 

He’s not going to confess his love for you. You may never get that. But being tucked in his embrace as he holds you to him - for now, you are placated.

He kisses the crown of your forehead gently. You snuggle even further into his embrace.

This you could work with.

[cilliansmesoftly]

talk too much

pairing: glen powell x fem!reader

summary: you’re glen’s makeup artist for twisters and he won’t stop talking

warning: based on that one tiktok of glen getting his makeup done for hit man and his mouth is nonstop moving, kissing, glen being a professional yapper

ੈ✩‧₊˚ working with glen was seriously a dream. he was kind, smart, funny, hard-working. he was everything a man should be and you loved being his makeup artist.

the only downside was his lack of understanding when to shut the hell up.

you loved his stories, you loved hearing about his life, but when you’re trying to perfect his skin prep and makeup, it’s a little difficult to focus when all glen can do is distract you.

“oh, y/n,” glen groaned in disgust turning his head away and wiping at his lip. “you got primer in my mouth.”

and what you wanted to say was, “then shut your damn mouth while my hands are near your lips.” but you didn’t, you just quietly apologized and got back to work. he had to be on set in twenty minutes and you were no where near being done because of glen and his indestructible vocal cords. you and him got into a lot of trouble on set for being late to shoots, but what could you do? tell your boss to be quiet and risk being fired? absolutely not, so you just kept quiet and tried to get his makeup done quickly and as best as you could.

glen was talking away about this dog he wanted to get and you were listening, truly you were, but you were also color correcting the slight bags under his eyes and a few blemishes near his chin. suddenly, glen laughed at something and you smudged concealer all on his bottom lip and down his chin.

“shit!” you cursed, getting a makeup wipe from your desk and carefully wiping away the mess on his face.

“it’s okay.” he said carefully, grabbing the wipe from your hand to wipe it away himself so you could take a break. “you don’t have to rush, y/n.”

“yes i do, you only have,” you checked the small watch on your wrist. “13 minutes until you have to be on set and i haven’t even blended your concealer yet. they’re gonna get rid of me, i just know it.”

“it’s kind of hard for them to get rid of you when you’re my personal makeup artist.” he cockily reminded you. you scowled at his smirking face and took the wipe from his hand. your index finger and thumb held his chin while you gently swiped his bottom lip. glen started to talk again and you sighed in frustration as you had to concentrate even harder to not get the wipe into his moving mouth. “i don’t quite like the taste of makeup remover, babe.”

“then shut the fuck up!” you finally lost it. you finally snapped at the nicest man on earth and you immediately stepped back. “i’m so sorry, glen.”

“it’s okay.” he said, reaching for your hand. “you know, you can tell me you need me to close my lips. i just get so nervous around you, my mouth goes a thousand miles a minute.”

you perked up immediately. glen doesn’t get nervous around anyone. why would he get nervous around you? before you could speak, glen beat you to it, as usual.

“i hired you on personally because i think you’re seriously talented, first of all, but also because you’re the most beautiful, kind, and caring girl i’ve ever met.” he turned to you in his swivel chair. “and it’s okay if you don’t want me back, i completely understand and i’ll never, ever, ever bring it up again, but please don’t quit. i couldn’t take losing you as a friend, y/n. i wouldn’t even know what to do-”

you don’t why you did it. maybe it was because you were annoyed at his ramblings, or perhaps it was because you realized you had always liked him too, ever since you got put on your first job with glen, years ago. but you leaned and captured your lips with his. glen reacted immediately, bringing you closer to him by your hips. your hands went into his hair and you’re sure you were probably messing up almost all the work you had just tried so hard to finish, but you didn’t care.

as you felt glen’s hands round your ass, you pulled back slightly breathless with a smile on your face. “you talk too much.”

“well, put your lips on mine and shut me up.”

[ultram0th]

December 23: Glen Powell

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Hunky actor Glen Powell chuckled as he examined the dog mask that he held in his hands. It had been something that he’d received as a Christmas gift from one of the producers from his new movie. It was definitely a gift that was out of the norm, but Glen had accepted it either way.

He could vaguely recall seeing masks like these online, and guys would often wear them shirtless to flex their large muscles with the mask on.

Laughing to himself, Glen couldn’t help himself and he tugged his shirt off, exposing his toned chest muscles. He then pulled the dog mask on, adjusting it to fit perfectly onto his face.

Glen continued to laugh as he lifted a muscled arm, flexing his bicep in the mirror. The fun-loving actor couldn’t help but bust out into hysterics as he flexed while wearing the obscure mask, thinking that this was absolutely a hilarious prank that had been pulled on him.

He went to pull the mask off, his laughing ceasing as he realized that it was stuck.

“What the hell?” Glen hissed as he grabbed onto the ears of the mask with both hands, giving it a rough tug. Still, the mask refused to budge even a centimeter, as if it were superglued to the hunk’s head.

He even tried to find the bottom seam, but it was as if the mask had been suctioned to his skin, preventing him from even getting his fingers into the mask to pry it off.

“Damn it,” Glen huffed angrily as his biceps flexed with power as he tried to yank the stuck mask off. “Why the fuck won’t this thing… Grrrr!”

Glen paused at the odd growl that had escaped his lips. It had been completely unintentional, yet it had felt totally natural.

The hunk cleared his throat as he stumbled towards the kitchen to look for some butter. He opened up the fridge, growling again when he noticed that he didn’t have any butter or anything slippery at all that could help him get the mask off.

“Really… er, WOOF!” Glen barked, literally. The actor’s eyes went wide as saucers as the dog bark escaped his lips. Again, the hunk cleared his throat and tried again. “Woof! Woof! Hrmm… Woof!”

Glen’s heart started to speed up in his muscled chest as he tried to speak. However, no matter how hard he tried to form words, he couldn’t say a single thing besides dog barking. He tried again to pull the mask off his head with all of his might, barking and growling the entire time.

Then Glen tensed up as he felt some sort of invisible force pushing down on his broad back, forcing his legs to buckle. The force grew so strong until he tumbled onto the floor of his kitchen, landing on all fours.

“Woof! Woof!” Glen panicked as he tried to stand back up but was unable to. He tried to balance himself on his legs, barely making it a few inches above the floor before crashing back down onto all fours like an animal.

Glen was so caught up in barking and crawling around on the floor that he didn’t notice someone entering his home until he looked up and saw the older man smirking down at him, his arms crossed in front of his beefy chest.

“Well, well,” the older man mused, “looks who’s finished their transformation into a Good Boy!”

At the phrase “Good Boy”, Glen felt something inside of him snap. He couldn’t help but happily start barking excitedly as he rushed forward to the other man on all fours, his butt wiggling behind him wildly as if he were wagging a tail.

Deep down, Glen was aware of his actions, but he couldn’t stop. Had the dog mask not been covering his face, the other man would’ve been able to see that it was cherry red… albeit with a big, goofy grin on it from the extreme excitement he felt. Worse was that the more he stared at the other man, the harder he felt his cock get.

Glen felt utterly humiliated as his hard cock bobbed in front of him, but he couldn’t even bring himself to hide it as he continued to happily bark at the older man’s feet.

“Good boy,” the older man cooed playfully, tracing a large hand over Glen’s broad back, sending a shudder through the actor that made his hard cock throb. “Let’s go ahead and get you home so we can show you off to your new owner. My husband’s gonna be so happy. He’s aways wanted a dog.”

Glen screamed on the inside as he felt a collar being slipped comfortably around his neck. The older man led him by a leash, walking him out of his home and onto the busy sidewalk. He was mortified at his hard, naked body being on full display as he crawled on all fours like a dog; but he couldn’t show any of his embarrassment. 

Instead, Glen kept his head held high, his chest muscles puffed out. His body knew that he was a good dog, and he couldn’t resist letting out another bark at the excitement he felt over getting a walk. He was such a good boy.

[starboye]

pairing: glen powell x male reader

request: hi can you do a glen Powell x male reader smut where they are filming together and then they fuck in a trailer or something

warnings: smut, cursing

it was a tiring day filming but at least you could take a break in glen's trailer from time to time "damn I'm tired as fuck" you huff plopping onto the couch in the trailer "you could say that again" glen grunts sitting down next to you "foot massage" you ask propping your feet up on his lap "I'm not giving you a fucking foot massage" glen laughs pushing your feet of his lap.

"please" you ask pouting your lip "nope I'm not folding" glen says sternly folding his arms "well wanna do something fun" you ask sitting up on your elbows "what kind of fun" he questions "the kind of fun that involves you in me" you smirk "maybe I wouldnt mind that" glen smiles pulling you onto his lap "it could be a ton of fun" you say in a joking tone before kissing glen, smiling against his lips as he runs his hands along you hips.

you run your hand up his chest before resting it around the back of his neck and deepening the kiss "wanna fuck" glen asks panting with a smile "at least take me to dinner first" you joke "I'll take you out to dinner later but now I just wanna fuck you" glen says feeling your thighs "fine you got a deal" you scoff before pulling back into the kiss.

as the kiss gets more and more heated glen's grip tightens around your thighs as you fiddle with his belt, wanting his pants off immediately "move let me do it" he says breaking the kiss to take off his belt and pull his pants down to let his dick spring out before you quickly pull him back to kiss you, getting more and more desperate each passing second.

"you're turn" glen says patting your thigh, hinting at you to take your pants off, you oblige and take your pants off along with your underwear leaving you with nothing but your shirt on "shit you're hot" glen smiles "you look rather good yourself" you say straddling his lap and taking his dick into your hand and pumping it erratically "want it in you" glen asks softly groping your ass.

"mhm" you lightly moan "sit up" he says readjusting his sitting and lifting you up to rub some spit on his tip before sinking you slowly on his dick, you take some time to adjust to his size before rolling your hips around him "you're hella desperate" glen chuckles "shut up" you whimper tightly shutting your eyes and placing your hands on the couch, caging glens head in between your arms.

"say that again" glen teases before kissing your neck while still deeply looking at you "s-shu-" you begin but get stopped by the feeling of glen sucking and nipping your neck "you're such a fucking douchebag sometimes" you whine "I think you mean a hot fucking douchebag" glen cockily retorts "whatever" you say moving your hips quicker.

"let me help you" glen says gripping your hips and rolling your hips onto his dick with a relentless pace as you turn into a mess, moaning and whimpering at every feel "you gonna cum" glen asks through gritted teeth "mhmm" you nod lazily "me too, want it in you" he asks, you can't do anything but nod wanting nothing more than to cum.

"fuck" glen grunts loudly as he cums in you, his large hands leaving bruises across your hips, "ngh" is the only sound you mange to get out before cumming all over glens shirt "sorry" you huff dropping your head on glens shoulder "me too" he apologizes lightly rubbing the bruises he left.

"c'mon guys time to film" an employee yells knocking on the door "coming" glen yells back "you think you good enough to work" he asks sweetly "mhm just a little tired" you say dozing off on his shoulder while he's still firmly inside you, your cute snores and beautiful body making him get another boner.

[kryptonitejelly]

this has been in draft form for very long, now spurred on post-twisters (damn you glen powell) and the need to write my comfort characters to feel happy.

Inspired by this picture because hot damn (i also blame this on you @lostinthefandoms11) - jake seresin x you / set in the flyboy!universe but you can read this as a standalone

-

“Where are you going dressed like a city boy?” the question from Grandma Doris makes Jake pause in his step, the set of keys he was swinging around his index finger jangling as he takes a few steps back, popping his head around the archway that leads into the large sitting room.

“To fetch my wife,” Jake says with a wide grin in his face, not bothering in the slightest to hide his glee.

“Must you take that beast you call a truck?” She continues with her questioning, gaze flickering with disdain to the keys that Jake is swill swinging around his index finger.

“Yes M’am,” Jake says his grin managing somehow to grow even wider, amusement trickling down his features at his Grandmother’s obvious distaste for his obnoxiously huge truck, modified excessively and to his fancy.

“Go,” she dismisses him with a sigh, before turning back to the book in her lap, knowing that her grandson was impossible to reason with.

“Love you,” Jake calls out before disappearing around the archway.

-

You’re sitting in the back of Jake’s truck, perched on Jake’s lap with your knees straddling either side of him, a gentle breeze darting around both of you in the early evening sun, a soft throw spread out on the surface of the back of the truck. His hands are around your waist, anchoring you down, your hands resting, one on the side of his neck, the other hand loosely off the side of his face. You both have your eyes closed, lips, tongue and teeth moving against each other.

“You know,” Jake manages to say between kisses, “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

You hum in response, not bothering to use words as you grind your hips not so subtly down into Jake’s lap. You are still dressed in your airport attire, tights with a loose t-shirt, and the thin layer affords you a delicious amount of friction.

“Fuck, baby,” your hips continue to grind down against Jake’s lap, and you feel his grip tighten against your waist.

“What do you mean you’ve always wanted to do this,” you find your voice against his lips, your fingers now moving to run themselves against the back of Jake’s head.

“I mean,” he says, pulling away, breaking the make out session you both had been engaged in like the pair of horny teenagers you both most certainly were too old to be, “I’ve considered what it would be like making out with you way too many times. Almost each time we’ve sat together in the back of a truck.”

Jake rests his forehead against yours, eyes flickering open to find yours. Both your chests are rising and falling, almost in a pant as you peer at him curiously through lids that are still heavy with lust.

“We’ve been in the back of a truck like this, parked out in a field loads of times.”

“Exactly,” you see Jake look at you, an amused smirk playing around his lips as he watches your thoughts and emotions flash across your face.

“Loads of times,” you echo again, and Jake surges up to kiss the side of your jaw.

“Exactly,” he repeats, his lips working their way to the space below your ear.

“This is Seresin owned land?” You ask your question as you tilt your neck, allowing Jake better access as his kisses now ghost downward the column of your neck. You knew the answer, given that Jake had hopped out of the truck to spin a combination of numbers into a heavy duty padlock which he unlocked before driving in.

“Yes,” you hear the question in his voice but he doesn’t stop his movements.

“Well,” you say, hands moving down to the button of his jeans, “shall we make a younger you very jealous?”

“God, I knew I loved you for a reason.”

[thetistaboveall]

Glen’s Not Home

“Glen is not home” I bellow loudly down his low lit overly drawn hallway my echo calls back with his voice bounces through the hell wall to wall.

“I am going to the red carpet premiere of his new movie and you see Glen you are not in the driver seat any longer.” I continue on.

“Time to hit the showers.” I say walking to the mirror as I slowly undress my robe in a strange attempt to seduce myself I don’t know what’s happening.

“No! You can’t do this to me.” I bellow with laughter.

“Hello? Answer me!” He screams back.

“God damn you!” His temper rages on as he is pounding on the glass mirror.

“Sorry! Wi-fi off”

“You can hear me”

“Fuck off! I am out “

“Get back here “

“You smell dude”

“Leave my body “

The many hours roll back finally I walk from his bedroom in his crisp suit down the stair case in to the main hall room with such a hot second.

My pep in step picks up so excitingly as I hit the door grasping the door knob as I exit on to the front step and the limo awaits me or him.

I place my sun shades on the bridge of his skinny as face looking so damn stunning in this sexy outfit as well and remove my cell phone from the pocket.

The limo driver exist the car door walking his ass to the back of the limo opening the door for me as I walk in and he slips back in to the front seat.

We begin to drive off as I imagine us hitting the event as I watch the passerby men and women living their lives as I begin a new one in his shoes.

I can see the real Glen in the driver seat side mirror his facial expression fueling me with a look of death as if he could harm at any given moment.

The red carpet is buzzing as my limo sliding in to the area it parks as my driver gets to work letting me out as I stand up to his full height.

The world seems so different now the air is active so breezy swirling all over him his dry straight blond hair covers me putting it out of place.

I dig my hand in to his air using my hand to swoop his hair back leaving it pitch perfect as I smile my white teeth shine gleaming on the camera.

I begin my descent down the red carpet in that silky black suit with bow tie as I am so damn fine taking hot poses as I swing to the side.

Back to the forth I do a bit of dancing to the red carpet using my hands to do a winning side and I can’t believe how much love I am getting.

A few women manage to jump over the line on to the carpet racing towards me one is hopping on to me the rest follow me, hug me, kissing me and I am going insane.

“Ok ok! Ladies but I have to go “

“Guys don’t be so rough”

“Mr. Powell! I have a few questions “

“What was so different about this film?”

“I have never felt more alive “

“I was absolutely buzzing”

“I mean look at me”

“Ahahahaha”

“This ass too “

“You are embarrassing me”

“Co-opting my life”

“I have to go”

“What is your deal?”

“You stole my life “

“It is my lifestyle “

“Fuck off!”

“Babe! Cool down”

“I own you now! Get use to it”

The movie ends as I stood up to a powerful resounding applause coming my way as I wave at them demanding more attentionfrom me.

I smile walking out I take a look at two of my co-stars one male and one female winking at their way I smirk and nod my head to the bathroom.

This exclusive hotel area as I push the door behind me as they follow me in and lock the door behind them and I can feel his hands on mine.

Glen’s cock stirs as he horrified at my many actions of the night including flipping him on to his back as I pinned him down to the wall and hold him down.

He is so happy smiling back at him as I lean in a bit kissing him slowly yanking him hard as he presses on me and he starts to kiss past my neck.

I swing her to my side then to the wall my lips are in overdrive kissing her as I kiss a map to her collar bone and I can feel her moan in pleasure.

I unlock the door grabbing my hand in both of theirs as they guide me back to the celeb private area of the hotel sending my nerves in to the senses.

We press the elevator bell shifting the door to the side as we trend on as the door close the elevator shoots upward and they wrap arms over me.

Shoving me back they shift hands all on to my body moving, spreading as all hands are on deck. What a feeling to have four hands wickedly tempting.

The door pops open letting me off on to the side floor as we flow to my hotel room and I struggle to find the keys backs to the door a thrilling moment.

Our hearts are palpitating extremely like a drum a fierce sound of a rock band between us because we are madly in love consuming him entirely.

I can see Glen appear on in the mirror of the hotel room follow my movements as I lead them to bedroom and make my way to the mirror winking at my reflection.

“You can’t live my life forever “

“Oh can’t I?”

“People will notice “

“You believe that don’t you ?”

“Fools paradise”

“Well a soul and fool will be soon a pardoned”

“Far from the saying “

“Get a life “

“I have one…you are living it”

“You are such a pretty boy”

“I wish”

“Time to mess you up “

“Now! If you excuse me”

“Tomorrow I will fight you “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You are too damn weak”

“My life and my body “

“Why don’t you accept it bitch?”

One last wink, a clink to his fingers and Glen vanishes forever.

The end

[kissitbttr]

If you’re open to it, I’d love to request reader leaving scratches on frat!miguel’s back from a good time, and Miguel’s teammates or brothers seeing them and teasing him!! But secretly he loves that everyone knows 💕

“damn.. someone had a good time last night” glen snickers as he watches shirtless miguel with messy hair walk down the stairs before heading towards the kitchen,

miguel rolls his eyes yet can’t help but smile, rubbing his sleepy eyes before yawning. “morning, man. do we have some cheerios left? or captain crunch. doesn’t matter”

glen frowns, shaking his head. “no more of that. coach will kill you. here” he tosses a half sandwich to his way before miguel catches it. “plus, your girl told me to give you more nutritious food. said she’ll chop my balls off if she ever catches me giving you any more of that sugary stuff. and i am not risking that”

“she did huh? sounds like her” he chuckles before taking a bite of the beef sandwich. “what time should we head to practice again?”

“seven. but coach wants us there 20 minutes before for some drills” glen informs, moving a chair next to him. “she’s not up yet?”

“nah” miguel responds, stealing a cup of someone else’s oj off the marble top. “figured i let her sleep in until we’re done with practice. she looks so cute while sleeping you guys know that?”

“we know” glen and beck responds in unison. “you tell us that shit all the time, o’hara”

“well sorry for having a pretty ass girlfriend. arrest me” he puts his hands up. “i’ll get ready in ten. who’s car are we—“

“yo o’hara?! the fuck did that girl do to you, bro?!”

carlos laughs out loud as he appears from behind, making the others jump. miguel’s eyebrows move into a confused frown as the other boys begin to scramble to see what he’s talking about. when they see it, a laugh breaks out of their mouths. fingers pointing at the couple of thin pink scars decorating his back,

“what? the fuck are you guys looking at?!”

“man… she got you good” monty nods with a huge smile, clapping his shoulder. “you seriously don’t feel that?”

“feel what?” miguel looks over his shoulder to see but fails to. then he moves to the nearest mirror and that’s when he realizes. “oh… well fuck me”

“she does that a lot?”

“yeah but… never this far” miguel’s lips turn into a cocky smirk and a chuckle follows after. “that’s the first”

“you look like you just got jumped by twenty cats, o’hara” beck comments, chugging his orange juice,

“ as if gloria doesn’t do the same to you”

“she always got her nails clipped, so no. that shit hurt”

“just admit that you’re a pussy” miguel takes a big bite of the sandwich, earning a flip off from glen. “because i’d let my girl do anything to me. that includes marking me. not that i would ask her to. she does it anyway”

carlos whistles, plopping down the chair next to him. “she’s a keeper then” miguel hums in agreement, “you think if you both broke up, she’ll go for me?”

miguel shoves him so hard he falls off the chair and lands on the floor with a loud thud.

[georgiapeach30513]

Tastes Like Rain

Summary: the faerie king Andy has waited a lifetime for his fated one. Was growing weary and bored with the thousands of years he's been alive. And he was always waiting for you, his bratty little human. Don't worry, in time you will love him as much as he loves you.

Pairings: Fae!Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of burn scars, mentions of tattoos, mentions of punishment, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4K

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“Jasper!” Andy groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. There was noise everywhere. All day long there was noise, and it was grating on his last nerve he had left. The king was tired, and was in the mood to accept his fate. Alone. Destined to rule the faerie kingdom with nobody by his side.

“Jasper!” Andy growls. He stands up and crosses the room to look out the window. What are those silly little faeries doing in the glen? “Jasper if you don’t…oh.”

Andy’s advisor stands in his doorway. The only faerie brave or stupid enough to glare at the high king. Andy was being a whiny baby, and Jasper was growing tired of it. The vines that are embedded into his skin prickle out. Thorns grow from the blackened vines, and Andy purses his lips. Glaring at his best friend.

“You see what you do to me? You stress me out!” He takes a calming breath, looking down at his arms to see his thorns start to sink back into his skin. He hated when Andy did this to him.

“I’m stressed out! What the fuck is that noise? I…”

“It’s summer solstice,” Andy’s brow cocks up and he looks back down at the glen. Collingswood was in an uproar. “It’s the Summer King and his Nymph’s first summer solstice together. You know after the uhh…”

“Ahh! We don’t mention that wench,” Andy tosses his hand behind him, watching the faeries lark about. Even sees some humans that were taking their chances to party in the glade. Idiots. They’ll be drunk off wine before the real party even starts. They wouldn’t remember a damn thing. It’s the way it was.

“Did she really create a nymph from the creek just to fuck him?” Those two always confused him. She clearly was a glutton for punishment while Ari had some serious size issues.

Jasper’s eyes narrow, turning a deeper green then before, and Andy has to look away, “They’re doing more than fucking. But yeah, they fuck. I’m sure it’s still a tight fit, and just the way Ari likes it. But he has taken that tiny Nymph as his Queen. Now if the high king of faeries doesn’t enjoy the revelry and find his own queen…ow,” Jasper dead pans as Andy throws a pillow at him.

“You know you’re quite childish during the summer solstice. I’m sure Jax will be down there feasting off the humans that wander into the glade.”

“Please, don’t mention his name. My brother gives me a headache,” Andy dramatically falls back on his bed, taking a deep breath. It had been years since he went down to the glade to enjoy the summer wines.

“You did have his wings cut off,” Andy slightly lifts up to look at the little man with a smirk.

“And he had his faults to deserve it,” Andy sits up. People always want to mention how he cut Jax’s wings off. It’s his right as high king to do so. Jax shouldn’t have become obsessed with tattooed humans. “What do you suppose I should do?”

“Get laid, and have fun.”

“What’s the difference?” Jasper could see the mischief in Andy’s eyes. He wasn’t particularly fond of the delicate creatures called humans, but he sure did love to toy with them, and see how far they could bend before they broke.

“Exactly!” Jasper screams walking out the door. “I’m going to have some fun with the rest of Collingswood. You should do the same. I’ve heard Jax is already passed out in the thorns!”

“Do you ever miss it?” Jasper turns to look at his best friend, shaking his head no. “You belonged to his court. Evidence of your birth runs all over your skin,” Jasper shrugs as he runs a hand over his twisting vines, the same ones that darken the path to Jax’s kingdom. “There’s no thorns,” his thorns only appearing when provoked.

“You’re not pissing me off right now,” his mouth turns into a devilish grin looking at his king. “Some things we can fight, and some things will always be a part of us. I can fight the darkness, but I can’t fully remove it. Instead of briars I have roses growing there.”

“Roses also have thorns, Jasper.”

“But they’re still beautiful, even if they draw blood. Now, get your menacing self down to the glen, and have at least one bottle of summer wine with those sweet fae that would die for a chance just to touch you. Imagine the immense pleasure you could get. There’s also humans,” Andy cracks his neck with a scoff. He’ll join in the party, but he will not have a human. They always brought out the worst in him.

“Oh, I forgot, the great King Andrew, High King of all fae in Collingswood wouldn’t be caught dead with a human. Even if she cries as you fuck her face. There’s always humiliation.”

“There’s always destroying them,” Jasper’s laugh sounds like a jingle as he walks out of Andy’s room. They were the only two faeries left at the palace, and he was getting tired of entertaining a king who was becoming far too arrogant. A human would do him some good.

“Can’t you keep up?” You glare up at the group of girls in front of you. A stupid fucking ritual. You didn’t even want to be in this sorority, but you were a legacy, and it was your mother’s last dying wish.

“Come on! We’re almost to the glade,” Charity giggles while she pulls at your hand. “You’ve never seen anything like it. It’s like you walk into another world.”

“Legend has it that it is,” Faith. You hated Faith. Full of herself, and by far the most beautiful out of this group of pledges. She oozed the standard perfection, and it bored you to tears.

Perfectly round doe eyes, that glistened an even brighter blue in the sunlight. Freckles that splayed so perfect around her face you would think she put them there on purpose. Maybe she did. And the most beautiful and perfectly placed auburn hair. You despised her, and also appreciated all the attention that always went to her instead of you.

You didn’t know how she did it. How she always said the right things, and if she wasn’t such a bitch when people weren’t looking, you might have liked her the tiniest bit more. No. You didn’t like her at all. Not one bit.

“Stop!” Hope. The leader of the group. She was a fourth generation legacy pledge, and lived locally. She knew the legends of this stupid fucking glade, and was going to be sure to tell you again. It is a bit odd, a curtain of ivy that strug up between a few trees, mushrooms surrounding every bit of those trees.

“This is the faerie ring,” oh bullshit. These are perfectly manicured woods that people thought had magical powers. “When we step through this veil, it’ll be like you're transported into another realm, because we have been.”

Her eyes twitch over towards you when you snort, “Is something funny?”

“It's a bunch of mushrooms and some ivy. I’m sure the groundskeeper fixes this up for the college to play during summer solstice. It’s not that exciting, Hope.”

“No one comes and keeps this up. This is natural. Do you realize we walked three miles through the woods to get here? It never changes. Although, in the winter you can’t get through the veil because it’s not there. The mushrooms have all withered, so if you get trapped behind the veil, make sure you come out before winter. If you stay in there too long the winter fae will keep you for their own. They’re cold, and yet some of the most fiercely handsome of them all.”

She was an idiot. They all were. She holds up her bottle of homemade wine, and the rest of you join in. Yours was a mixed berry wine because why not? You hopped it was enough to get you sloppy drunk, with you passed out on the leaves or moss or whatever the fuck was beyond this ‘veil’. Children. Believing in fairytales.

“Now, if there’s men in here that you don’t recognize, go with the flow. I’ve heard sex with a faerie is the best thing in the world.”

“Here, here,” you pop the lid to your wine, taking a big gulp, “To fucking faeries, am I right?”

“To fucking faerie!” The rest join in with you. This was the oddest initiation into a sorority. Most of the older girls didn’t want to join in. Telling you things weren’t the same once they left. Like it was this high and all they wanted to do was come and party in the glade for months on end, but wouldn’t tell you what had happened. You guess it was because fucking faeries.

Everyone giggles, except you, as you walk through the veil. You ignore the static feeling that runs through you. Just lift up the bottle of wine for a long drink. Making your own summer wines was genius. Now you had every intentions of getting fucked up, and forget this night ever happened.

You’re shocked to see the amount of people that were in the woods, beyond the veil. All dancing and carrying on like they had been doing this all day. Singing, and celebrating some man named Ari, which you had never even heard of, and a tiny woman that stayed on his side. Thinking to yourself that it had to hurt.

With each drink of wine their faces become more and more distorted. Angles that are inhuman. Eyes that glow in the twilight, skin that is a color you couldn’t find at any makeup counter. You look down at your half-drunk bottle of wine, and quickly cork it. Unsure of how much alcohol was truly in this, but it had to be a lot because you are seeing things.

You didn’t believe the legend of the glade, but there was something weird going on. The people that were here before you surely had some machine that was releasing fumes and causing you to hallucinate. Hell, you could see different creautres…people fucking beside the trees, and deeper into the glade. They weren’t hiding anything. They just assume that everyone is too drunk to care about their indiscretions.

You aren’t drunk, you’re fucking fine. Glancing around you spot your fellow pledges in various stages of hookups, but not you. No…no one ever noticed the average girl whose clothes are too baggy, and lines of tattoos peek out of the hemlines of your clothes.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” you groan, stumbling away from the weird music and frolicking people. It is weird here, and the mix of the now disgusting mixed berry wine makes you feel lightheaded.

“You okay?” You don’t even look at the man that is behind you. You are perfectly okay, and didn’t need help. “Miss…”

“I’m fine,” you spin around. Nothing had even left your stomach, you just needed the world to stop spinning, but he isn’t helping. Sinfully attractive. Why were so many of these people topless? Did they just want to have sex quicker? Easier? Who are they? And why were they oddest looking people, and still the most attractive ones you had ever seen?

His mouth quirks up in a grin, and you roll your eyes. Not today. This was a dangerous man. You can feel his darkness roll through your body like the smoke he is exhaling into your face. Fuck this. You didn’t need this.

Going against girl code, you have to get out of here. Alone. You shouldn’t, but this place is haunting you in an odd way. Trying to walk past the ridiculously tall man, he throws out his arm, stopping you. “Back up!”

His answer is sniffing up the tattoo on your body, and you smack at his arm, “What the fuck!”

“You didn’t drink all your wine, little one.”

“Yeah, no shit, asshole. I didn’t drink it all because…” the blonde starts circling your body. Taking deep inhales as he encloses on you like you are his prey. This is bad. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“This ink,” he inhales deeply again, “Why are you covering scars?”

“How did you know that?” You gulp as he comes to stand in front of you. His heavily ringed, and singed looking fingers start to move your collar to the side. Looking at your scarred and tattooed skin closer. It is like your body is frozen, and refusing to move. The perfect predator had caught you in his snares, and was ogling your tattoos like his next meal.

When his fingers touch your skin, you sigh at how soothing it feels. Moving aside your shirt to see what your clothes and tattoos hide. His fingers move slowly over your skin, and your eyes are at half mast. Relaxing with this odd man. Allowing him to get too close when he licks on the tattoo, moaning like he was eating a delicacy.

“Ahh,” your whispered yelp sounds like it is coming from a distance as a sharp, but quick pain pricks at your skin, and you slowly become mush. Sinking into his embrace, and allowing this man to moan at whatever he is doing on your body.

Seconds become minutes, and minutes drag on, but still feel like no time has passed as your eyes slowly start to close, and then but one booming, but far off voice, “Jackson!”

Blackness. Sleeping off into a void of nothingness. But the most beautiful peace you had ever felt washes over you. Sleep. Peaceful sleep. Not visions and nightmares that plagued your mind. Only darkness.

“Why did you bring her here?” Jasper looks confused at Andy. His king was tilting his head from side to side like a questioning puppy. “She’s human.”

“I can tell,” Andy grouses, continuing to stare at your body.

“What happened again?”

Andy takes a deep breath, trying to replay everything that happened that night. “Jax…it was like he was getting a high off her. And I could hear her pulse, and she was dying. You see her tattoos?” Jasper nods at Andy, still refusing to step any closer to your body. “Those by her neck, they’re faded. The further away from the neck you get, they start to get darker. What’s underneath the tattoo?”

“Burn marks,” Jasper whispers. He didn’t need to be right on your body to see that there were scars all over your skin.

“I knew Jax could literally taste the feelings that went into a tattoo, but this,” he pulls back your shirt, running his fingers over the marred skin. “Someone hurt her.”

“Or she was in a house fire,” Jasper shrugs. Andy was always a bit dramatic and went for a more elaborate story.

“No. They’re strategically over her body. Her clothes hide them. You should see what’s under the clothes. She tattooed over them so…hey,” he gives you a smile as your eyes pop open. “You are…”

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me! Oh my god,” taking heaving breaths you look between the two men that were crowding around you. Neither is the man that was doing something to your neck. And both had an otherworldly beauty to them.

There is a shorter one with a mossy green tint to his skin, and the taller one is one of the largest people you’ve ever seen. “I’m dead, aren’t I? He…h-h-he killed me, didn’t he? Oh my god, I’m dead. I lived through all that only to die in the woods fucking faeries.”

Andy and Jasper look at each other quickly, and then back to you. Humans heard the tales, but most were skeptical. They came out for solstice parties only as an excuse to live deliciously, while returning back to their boring lives. But with you…something was off.

“He murdered me, didn’t he? He…goddammit. I’m so stupid. I always do this shit. I trust too fucking early. But this…I didn’t trust him. I knew, but I still let him…can you tell me what he was doing? I felt something. What was that? Where am I? What is happening?”

“Andy, she’s human,” the little one says again, and your tears cloud whatever is happening between them. They are aliens, and they’ve done experiments on you.

“I fucking know she’s human. She wouldn’t have…oh,” he stops to turn and look at you, “We screwed up. Miss,” the tears come out more aggressively, and you don’t even know why. What you know is that man…that beautiful man — no!

“Jasper, I’m about to smack her across the fucking face, make it stop,” you are not the crying type. You are too strong for this. How long have you been here? “Human! Stop!”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Andy rolls his eyes, before wrapping a hand on your ankle, and jerking you down the bed. Moving his entire body to hover over you, and it isn’t until you feel the wind that you notice his wings. The deepest green, and veining of gold. “Are you an angel?”

“I’m far from being innocent and kind. However, I did save your pathetic life for some reason, and…mother fucker,” he grabs at his chest, and jerks his head to look at the smaller one. “Deal with this before I do.”

Standing up, he stomps out of the room, and you jerk up in the bed. You could take the little one. “If you don’t let me go, I’ll run.”

“Run. We’ll just have the dogs bring you back. You won’t go far. You can’t,” looking down at your arms, you see that they were not bound to anything. Changing tactics to feel all over your body. They put a tracking device in you.

“You won’t be able to leave our realm without him,” he states matter of fact, and it makes you feel on edge. Him? That big man, him?

“What does that even mean? Where am I?”

“Here, drink some more tonic,” you slap the glass out of his hand, and he stares down at the shards on the stone floor. “You’ll regret that you did that. What do you remember?” You shrug, moving a hand to scratch at your neck, and start panicking again. “What?”

“The…my scars. They’re…they’re not really there. I mean they are, but they’re…”

“As faded as your tattoo,” you’ve seen it all. All these ugly scars that you had covered in ink couldn’t have faded. But your fingers knew the divots and bumps of your skin. This spot in particular, gave you an odd comfort.

“We’ve had our suspicions of Jax’s obsession with tattoos. Some people get them to tell a story. Some people get them to cover up pain. You in particular got them to cover up pain and scars. He was devouring you, and your…pain,” is that why you didn’t feel as hard? Why you had become soft and cry uncontrollably?

“In doing so maybe he was healing you.”

“Tell him to suck it all out then.”

“If he removed all your pain and scars would you be you?” You ponder the question for a second. You didn’t like the tears and the panic that ensued earlier. You hadn’t felt that hopeless in years. “I’m Jasper, King Andy’s advisor.”

“King?”

“Not just any king, but The King. The King over all the faeries,” you scoff at him. What a dream. That wine must have been good because you’re losing it. “You saw him hovering over you, and you doubt that fae exists? Hmm, you really are a stupid human. No wonder he’s pissed off.”

“He’s pissed off? Let me leave then!”

“You can’t! You better get used to the palace, because you’ll never cross the veil again. All those legends you stupid giggly sorority girls tell, they’re real. We had too many humans that partook in our wines, and we couldn’t get rid of them. Long story short, we created the legends. The fae gets their feel of human flesh, while you get to cross back over, and pretend this was all a dream,” you had cracked, and so had everyone else. This was all a dream. This was all in your mind, but touching your once there scar tells a different tell.

“I didn’t…” you hadn’t taken a drink of any wine, but your own.

“You were given a tonic. Sorry, my bad,” a glimmer of a smirk flashes on his face, and it pisses you off. He did it on purpose. He’s the reason you’re here. You pick up a vase from the table, and toss it at him. You suck at aiming. “Easy. Yes, I kept you here to become Andy’s pet.”

“Over my fucking body.”

“Oh, when I have it my way, he will be over your fucking body every fucking night. You’ll have pleasure one can only dream of, and I’ll have a king who isn’t sulking. I saw it. I knew the moment he was the one carrying a human body up to his palace. I saw it when he brushed his hands over your face. You two are the ones that can feel it, but you won’t speak of it, but I can see it. Don’t sit and try to deny the way he made you feel. And if grabbing his cold dark heart wasn’t enough, then I don’t know what is. He felt it deep in his blackened soul.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” not really. The man was attractive, you couldn’t help it if you grew a bit woozie looking up at him. But you weren’t fated for anybody. You just wanted to be left the fuck alone.

“Prophecy has stated that the king is fated to be part of a human. I suppose it could be interpreted many ways. It’s the reason Andy hates mortals so much. You’re fragile, weak, and disposable. But he hates the idea that he’s fated to be with one of you for all eternity.”

“I’m not weak,” your voice is laced with so much malic. You feel the pain of your skin searing again. Baring your teeth at this freak show that stood before you. “And I’ll never spend eternity with him.”

He leans into you. Getting his face so close to yours that his pointy nose nearly touches you. His vine tattoos starting to sprout thorns, “You don’t have a choice, my dear. Neither does he. Comply before he takes from you.”

“No man will ever take from me again,” you don’t scream. But your voice growls at him. Had Jasper been a mortal, he might have been afraid.

“Good thing Andy’s no man. Have fun,” he backs out of your room, locking the door behind him, and you wail. Screaming as loud as you can, realizing you are trapped in this room with no windows, only that door.

“Andy, that’s one that will need to be tamed,” Andy, leaning up against the wall outside your door, stands up straight, his eyes rolling up to look at your door. Hearing your screams of anger, and throwing everything in your room to the one exit and entrance. “You’re stuck with her.”

“I’ll have fun with her.”

“No,” he slaps Andy’s arm. “Do not go back to that side of you. She is yours. Have your fun, but not too much. She hurts, then you hurt. You lose her, then you lose yourself. Like it or not pal, that’s your problem now. That human being is nothing more than a petulant child. And Jax has her taste in his mouth. Claim her before either one of you kills her.”

“I haven’t killed humans in centuries. Such puny creatures.”

“She’s yours, Andrew.”

You were his. And if he had to be stuck with you, he was going to have fun with you first. Test your limits. It sounded like you needed some discipline. Needed learn how to act. He would have no problem with reminding you who was the one in charge. He wasn’t an angel, and he was worse than some devil. All the fae were. And soon, little Faelynn, you would know all too well about pain and scars.

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So It Goes…

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Chapter 1

A/N: This Barbie can’t stop thinking about Glen Powell!

TW: Not much, cursing, alcohol, suggestive content. Not quite smut, but close.

It's been a long time since you've been human. Since you've strayed from the well honed weapon you've been so meticulously trained to become. Always ready for the next order, the next mission, ready to die. It's never been more apparent than when you picked up the phone, heard that cold, stern voice on the other end.

"You've been called back to Top Gun."

The readiness with which you accept the order would scare you if it hadn't become so commonplace the second you signed on the dotted line. Married yourself to a military that couldn't care less if you live or die.

After all, there's always gonna be cocky youths from shitty homes eager to prove themselves. Be great, be something for the first time in their life.

You just actually managed to do it. Become great. Incredible, really. One of the most talented pilots in the Navy. So good, in fact, that you're neck and neck with the other best pilot in the Navy.

Jake fucking Seresin.

It's not as if you don't like him. He's horribly arrogant, and quite possibly the most insufferably conceited person you've ever met.

But, he's Jake. And as humiliating, practically degrading as it is, he worked on you. Stupidly well. The grins he'd send your way anytime you dared look at him. The lame one liners he'd try, the ones that'd make you smile even as you gave him endless amounts of shit for it.

The genuine moments, few and far between, when the facade dropped, when he was a person rather than a caricature.

A person who wanted you.

You'd convinced yourself it was just sexual later.

You'd reveled in the idea that it wasn't in the moment.

But it wouldn't work. It couldn't work. Not when your career hung in the balance. The one thing you'd ever built for yourself. The one thing you'd be risking to be with him. It'd be fraternization.

Forbidden.

And really, you couldn't pass it off as just sex, no matter how hard you tried. Not with the way he'd looked at you the first and last time you ever woke up in his bed. And so it ended.

Now you just have to hope to God he won't be there to start it up again.

……………………………………………………………………………………

The steps up to the Hard Deck are almost more familiar than your house's porch at this point. The creaky, aged wood beneath your boots, bowing under your weight after too many years of use.

As you walk in, the atmosphere is busy, but not uncomfortably so. Music floating from a jukebox, Penny at the bar ringing the bell to signal someone breaking one of her beloved rules. And of course, at the back of the bar bent over a pool table.

Jake.

The rest of your squadron is there too, but you couldn't care less. Not when like magnets clicking together, his emerald eyes flash up to meet yours, a grin appearing on his face as he stands up straight, propping his cue against the table.

Damn, he looks good. After years in the military, the whole "men in uniform" thing had become lost on you. Disenchanted. But...wow. His shirt is adorned with different service ribbons, all indicators of his numerous achievements.

You're even with him, something you're sure he'll manage to gripe about later.

"Vulture." He greets you with the call-sign he coined as he walks over, a smirk plastered on his face when he stops in front of you. You still remember how proud he'd been when he came up with that.

He was beside you at this very bar, leaning in as he explained it to Penny like a kid showing off a toy. "If she's in the sky, something's dead below." It was cool, you'd admit. Not to his face, of course.

"Hangman." You respond, trying to keep your voice even, dry, safe, despite the smile fighting its way onto your face.

He gives you an amused look, leaning against the wall beside you and staring down at you, his eyes dancing across your face like they can't pick a feature to focus on. "You know, sweetheart, you could muster up a little more enthusiasm."

You roll your eyes at the pet name, trying to come off annoyed. Yet, the smile wins over, spreading across your face as you look up at him. "Give me a reason to." You quip back, falling into a pattern with him as simple as breathing.

"We're friends, aren't we?" He asks, but he knows that's putting it simply. Overly simply. The layers to your relationship are innumerable, each different, half of them contradicting each other. Friends, co-workers, competitors... and something more. Something you're not sure there's a word for.

You're not willing to use the one that seems to fit. Four letters and dangerous.

"Is that what we're calling it?" You ask before you process that you shouldn't. It's risky to even skirt the subject. Openly discuss what you're both already painfully aware of. Because he'll see it as a green light. A gleaming sign that tells him he has a shot with you.

And that, more than anything, that's what he wants. What he's wanted since he met you.

"Bending the rules?" He asks cockily, ready to swoop in, widen the gray area that you just brought up.

"No." You answer sternly, feeling like a teacher reprimanding your rowdiest student. You walk past him, hoping he doesn't follow. Denying him gets exhausting, especially when deep you, you don't want to.

He trails after you quickly, knowing you're heading to the bar before you even make the turn.

“You know, I’m more stubborn than you are.” He says as he slides into the seat next to you, each move he makes smooth, practiced, even. “I’ll wear you down.” He adds, making you snort.

“Well, since you haven’t yet…” You trail off, knowing exactly what’s coming next. You walked into it, and a small part of you did it on purpose. For the reminder. The flashback to that perfect, drunken night.

You choose not to dwell on the morning that followed.

“Didn’t I?” He asks, lowering his voice, a smirk on his lips that makes shivers run down your spine. You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“That doesn’t count.” You answer just as quietly, stiffening up a little as he leans in even closer to hear.

He just smiles, leaning back a little, shockingly trying not to draw too much attention. “No take-backs, doll.” Every word, every response from his mouth is like he’s reading from a script. Perfectly delivered, perfectly timed.

Perfect.

It’s getting hard to remember why you won’t just give in.

“You’d never let me forget it, anyway.” You grumble back, propping your chin in your hand and making certain not to look at him, not to get caught in those green eyes like a fly in a web.

He scoffs, feigning offense as he leans against the bar top, trying to get you to look at him. And since you can only be strong so long, you give him what he wants. A dazzling smile spreads across his face when you turn to him, the tiniest glimpse of a matching one on yours. “Now why would you want to? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself.” He’s got a horribly smug look on his face as he watches your eyes widen at the brazen volume he’s speaking at.

“Piss off.�� You quip back with no real anger, looking away pointedly to hide the amused smirk on your face, the blush coating your cheeks as you recall that night.

His mouth right by your ear, hot breath fanning over your shoulder as he interlaced your hands, holding you firm as he whispered softly to you.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear ya.”

A soft kiss to your neck, then a searing one pressed to your parted lips.

“Doing so good for me. Just like that.”

The way his hands roamed over every inch of your body, carding through your hair, pulling your head back and giving him easy access to the sensitive skin of your neck. Then to your waist, like an anchor as a dent began to form where the bed frame was slamming against the wall. Your hips next, his hands staking their claim before his mouth, pressing kisses to each, slowly sinking lower down the length of your body, closer to-

You snap out of it as, similarly to then, his voice sounds close to your ear, his southern drawl more apparent the lower his voice goes.

“Reminiscing?” He asks, and you can practically hear the shit eating grin on his face. You look back to him, your faces impossibly close as he looks down at you, something more than pride glimmering in his eyes.

There’s no point in lying to him, he already knows he’s right. Besides, you’re sure he’s looked back on that night just as much as you have. Barracks get lonely, after all.

“This can’t happen again.” You say softly, hating how serious you have to be. Despising the way his face falls ever so slightly. A fracture in the act. A display of humanity, of proof that there’s something real, something tangible to this game you two play.

“We could make it work.“ He says, and the certainty in his voice isn’t just a byproduct of his ego. No, he really, truly believes it.

God, you wish you could too.

You sigh, the air around you suddenly feeling heavy. “No, we can’t.” Your voice is weak, like you’re begging him to prove you wrong. “We’re colleagues. That’s it.” You say with a finality you hate.

He just nods along, watching as you flag down Penny, ordering a drink. He quickly pulls a couple crumpled bills from his pocket, sliding them across the counter, his eyes locked on yours all the while.

“We’ve never just been colleagues, darlin’.” He says confidently. And he’s right.

You can’t take back what you did, and you certainly can’t change how you feel.

“Just…don’t make this harder than it has to be.” You say as you slide off the stool, knowing if you stay here longer, let his words make you dizzier than any liquor here, you’ll wake up in a bed that isn’t your own, and he’ll have won.

The nod he gives you says yes, but the look in his eyes speaks nothing but the truth.

The two of you could never be easy.

[fanficwriter284]

Hi guys!!! What’s your favorite things about each other?

"Jesus here we go. Trying ta get us to be sappy. Alright. My favorite thing about Tiff is how she's able to love my ass despite how much of a fucking handful I can be...and how supportive and headstrong she is. The twins, how those two are always able to keep me on my toes, never a dull moment with em. Slap? Well I haven't killed him yet so he's doing something right"

"I was your best fucking man put some respect on my name you fool"

"Fine fine. How loyal and funny his ass can be. Never leaves ya behind that prick...unlike some people who just...leave ya ta die....Anne? Well back in the day we didn't fucking get along but now we cool. She's knows not to take my bullshit and calls my ass out....Keeps me humble. Jig? The fact the guy don't judge. Billy? The guys cooking and how despite his...fucking creepy side he actually makes an effort to be a good guy"

"Awww Sweetface. My favorite thing about my husband is how he says it like it is. You know and get the real him. As for my babies how loving and sweet they both are. Slap how he always is there for my husband when I'm not and him always being there for us and the twins. Anne I love how open and loving she is. Billy is always so open and joyful always trying to remain positive. Jig how informative and helpful he is"

"Well for my dad, he never let's anyone give us a hard time and despite how gruff he can be, I know he loves us. My mum? How I can talk to her about anything and she never judges. Glenda....Can't say I have anything to--"

"...*Elbows*..."

"OW! OKOK HOW YOU ALWAYS HAVE MY BACK"

"...*Smirks*...Better"

"As Uncle Slap, how he is always one call away. And how funny he is. Aunt Anne is very sweet and kind and actually teaching e to crochet. She made me this cool Dragon Ball Z beanie! Uncle Billy how supportive and reassuring he is, and Uncle Jig, how forgiving and understanding he is"

"Alright my turn. Dad how he doens't give a damn abot what people think. My mom? How no matter how bad a day can get shes always there to some how make it brighter. As for Glen...hmmmm don't know I've existed around this simpleton for wayyyyyyyyy toooooo long. Can't say I have a favorite"

"Rude"

"Alright how you are always in my corner and there to back me up...Now Uncle Slap how he always is so creative with his shenanigans. We always have so much fun when he drops by. Aunt Anne, how she always has a response to no matter how weird a question is"

Thats what happens when you're married to a living book of shower thoughts.

"As for Uncle Billy and Uncle Jig. How they're always ready to lend a hand, also they're always there to listen to me vent and talk about certain things...I would not have passed like three of my classes if it weren't for them"

"Alright people favorite things huh? How much of an unapologetic asshole Chucky is while at the same time being a shy ass introvert. Tiffany no matter all the wacky and questionable shit I've done, she still lets me hang out with her husband. She never judges me which is great. As for the twins, look at em what's not to love about those two little wackos. I love spending time with em. As for Anne. What is there not to love about my darling Belle? She's kind, understanding, beautiful, and a wonderful mother. I can't just name one favorite...But her smile can light up a room"

.*blushes*..

"As for my little bros. Jig, favorite things gotta be how he doesn't change for nobody. And Billy how you can depend on him and he'll always be right there for ya"

.Well, my favorite thing about Chucky is, how despite how we never got along before. He is the sweetest Uncle to the triplets. And with Tiffany how no matter how tough and overwhelming things can get she drops everything and she's right there. The twins? How joyful they are and the antics they get into. Jig how he tries to understand what others are going through despite not being the best at emotions. He tries. And Billy? How selfless he is.

"Well, my favorite thing about Chuck is how protective he can get over everyone he considers family. It's sweet. Tiffany how genuine she is. She's very warm and welcoming! The twins, how protective they are of each other, and no matter the fights and teasing they always have the others' back. Slappy, how he tries to brighten everyone's day by making people laugh even when things can get hard. Anne, how caring and open she is. And Jig, how he tries to give everyone a chance, and through any challenge he will stand right by you and won't let you fall

"Hm...I suppose this favorite trait s present in all of you...How...accepting you all are...despite any differences or abnormalities...and how everyone here understands the other's internal struggles...I consider myself lucky to have found this group that I call family..."

[residentdormouse]

"drink me" with Glen (and other(s)) ? 😊

💖💖 Thank you so much for the Prompt! 💖💖

So, @impuretale had a headcanon about Glen and Stu fishing, and it's just kind of lived in my head since. And what's fishing without beer. So here we are. AO3 linked if its preferred reading platform.

'Fish On'

Fandom: the Stand

Characters: Glen Bateman, Stu Redman

Words: 1,275

(Original Prompt Post)

Faint ripples emerged on the water’s surface as tiny insects began to accumulate along the slowly drifting fishing line. Burnt oranges and reds reflected in the clear blue stream, and a scattered canopy of green lined the river banks allowing patches of light to coat the protruding rocks. If he had his paints, there was no doubt in Glen’s mind that this would all be captured on a canvas. Unfortunately, circumstances as they were, he could only sit back and bask in the imagery, hoping to commit as much to memory as he could.

With a palette in his mind, he partitioned off the blank space. Colorful blends of warm hues in the sky would come first, followed by the downward reflection into the waves. Tree trunks placed along the edges and then obstructed with thick patches of dark green. Lighter shades speckled on top and yellow touches scarcely lining the outer edges to highlight the dying light.

Full concentration set on the process, the snapping twigs, the crunch of fallen leaves, the meandering footsteps, they all went unnoticed until they were directly beside him.

"Dozin’ off there, old timer?"

"Yeah, alright, fuck you too, Texas. Man can’t enjoy a peaceful night of fishing with a beer or two?"

Discussion of the beverage reminded Glen of its presence, and he took a sip from the open container sitting next to him. There was no need to look up, he knew his comment landed its mark when Stu’s laughter broke through the silence.

“Can’t imagine you’re catchin’ anything if you gotta splash around every time you need a new drink.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong; a smartass, but not wrong. Only a few more swallows and he’d be back in the river grabbing another can from where he strategically placed them in the river. But they had enough food, and beer was better cold.

"Ah, Hell. You know how it is. Old habits and all that. Ain’t broke–"

"Don’t fix it. Yeah, I know that one. Where'd you even get that?"

"Never leave home without it.” The quip earned him chuckle, and he followed up with an animated motion towards the case. A silent offer for him to help himself, and Stu didn’t refuse. “Grabbed a pack on the last stock up. Saving it for some down time, and hey, what do you know…"

Once he had taken a can for himself, Stu held up another in an offer of his own. Without any reason to suspect an objection, he gave the drink a light underhand toss, which Glen thankfully didn’t have to reach far to catch. Little favors.

While Stu made his way back, Glen looked out onto the river. His line had ventured farther down the way, and he gave a few quick turns on the reel to bring it back into view.

Not that it did much good.

Once Harold offered to start up the fire for the evening, Glen took his leave from the group. Grabbed his beer, a pole, and a folding camp chair, before heading down to try his luck. That had to be an hour ago. At least. Aside from a slightly growing buzz, he hadn’t caught a damn thing. No bites. No lost bait. Not even a nibble.

Another few cranks of the reel, and his attention turned back to Stu. “Ah, well, it never was about the fish anyway, although I wouldn’t turn them down if they came, mind you.” With the final drop gone, he set his empty can down and cracked into the new one. “No. May not seem like it, but sometimes, you have to set aside some time to just ‘be’. Even now. Hell, especially now. Time that you can just sit down, have a beer, watch the sunset. Shoot the shit with some enjoyable company.” He shot a smirk to Stu at this, and it was promptly returned. “Enjoy all that life has to offer. You don’t, and well, you end up losing sight of it all. If you can’t enjoy the little things, then what the hell are we still here for? Why are we doing it?”

“Ain’t gonna hear any arguments from me.” Swishing the liquid around in the can, Stu kept his eyes downcast in observation for a moment. It was a solemn tone despite the joking nature that was natural between them now. Something was on his mind, and he was clearly working up to it. “So, Fran is pregnant. Case you were wondering. Not sure she’s telling that yet, but since you somehow already knew.”

His hesitance now made sense; wasn’t exactly an easy topic. Their dreams. His dreams. Truth be told, he still wasn’t sure what to think of the matter. Seeing Fran with his own eyes. In person. Awake. That was enough to firmly shake whatever resolve he had left, not that he had all that much left after the Mother Abagail discovery. Somehow, unbelievable as it was, he saw her. Saw a future her. Clear as day.

"You have anymore of those… whatever you want to call 'em?"

"Psychic visions?” If his mocking tone didn’t give away his skepticism, his animated gestures sure would have. “No. No, none of that. None worth reminiscing about, that is. Not sure if I should be concerned about that or, well…"

As uncharacteristic as it was, he left the thought trail. Sure, he had no problem talking, common knowledge there, but he also knew when thought was required. And this development… this needed a fair deal of thought. And alcohol.

He took another sip from his beer as Stu picked up where he left off.

“Worse things, I suppose. Could be dreamin’ of our friend…”

No further clarification followed, but Glen didn’t need it. Their boogeyman. The dark man. Whatever ridiculous title they stuck to him, it didn't matter. Stu was right; there were, in fact, worse things. At least his mind was clear from him. For now.

"Yeah, I'll drink to that."

Accompanying the comment, Glen raised his can once more with a tip towards his companion before taking another drink. After a shake of his head, Stu followed suit with a laugh.

"Have a feelin’ it doesn't take much for you to find a reason."

"Well, you got me there." And the air was clear once more. With the atmosphere shift, Glen had no problem picking back up with the banter. “But I’d venture to guess you’re the same way.”

Another laugh. Another drink in concession. More astute observations about the need to enjoy the simplistic things in life. But with the fading light now falling far below the horizon, Glen began to pack up his space.

“Lost cause here, I’d say. Fire sounds more promising, don’t you think?”

“Think you may be on to something.”

Empty cans were folded up into the chair, and Glen was thankful to have the extra set of hands. Without prompt, Stu went back into the river for the remainder of their drinks, and Glen began to reel in his line. Began and abruptly stopped.

“Goddamnit. Stu, you mind? Think I got a snag.”

“Think you got a fish.”

“What?”

And as soon as the question arose, Stu pulled out his line to reveal a fairly large catfish flopping around on the end, removing any doubt of his claim.

“Well, I’ll be. Guess we’re not going back empty handed.”

“Thought it wasn’t about the fish.”

“Yeah, but my stomach could put in a counter argument. C’mon.”

And with that, the pair headed back to the camp for the night, good omens, a good buzz, and a fairly decent catch in tow.

[achliegh]

Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

By The Time I Get To Phoenix

Chapter 18:

The night was perfect, a long month of the media up their asses and still no one has found out that it was Leo in the video. Rumors of rock stars and actors have come and gone but Leo will always know they are wrong. He is leaving for home tomorrow morning, but that was to worry about in the morning.

Leo was resting with his head in Finn’s lap as he read his new book out loud mostly to himself. Logan was straddling his waist coloring his tattoo with the brand new markers Leo got him when they were visiting his family. Glen Campbell was playing softly in the background. After weeks of stress and traveling Leo felt like the silence of their voices and the soft playing of By the time I get to Phoenix flowing in from the kitchen radio, Leo felt the tension melt out of all of them when they fell into their familiar positions.

Logan sat up a bit to admire his work. Leo’s back wasn’t the smoothest but he was human, that didn’t change anything. Logan had the right markers to make these flowers on Leo’s back look pretty realistic. He was happy, leaning down to kiss the shield in the middle of his boyfriend's back. He could tell that Leo was almost asleep, his breathing was starting to even out. Finn must have noticed too because he looks up from his book and meets Logan’s eyes. Smiling at each other they both lean over on either side of Leo’s head.

“Hey, Sunshine?” Finn whispers in his ear, Leo makes a noise of acknowledgement from his throat letting the other two know he is still awake. Both taking a shaky breath they speak at the same time.

“I love you.” Leo's head shot up so fast he whacked into Logan's shoulder.

“What? Did you just say…” He looks between them, they are just looking at him, having similar looks on their faces. He has heard them say they love each other a million times, and he loves it. Seeing his two boys madly in love with each other makes him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, it was like watching the best memory of his adult life play out over and over again.

He was crazy for them, and they were crazy about him.

He was so caught up in his own head that he didn’t notice the soft, adoring looks his boys were giving him fell into worried glances between Leo and each other. Finn runs his hands through Leo’s hair and that brings him back to the moment. Leo’s eyes get a little misty as he realizes his boys just confessed to him. He feels like a child in their room all excited about plucking flower petals off a flower while saying: “loves me” and “loves me not” about their crush. Squealing happily when he ends on “loves me”.

“Leo?” Logan says, trying to keep his voice steady but Leo just staring ahead as water fills his lash line and sticks to his lower lashes makes him a bit scared.

“I love you too.” Leo sniffles and laughs a bit as Finn and Logan blink for a second before they start covering his face in sloppy kisses. “I love you so much. I can’t believe you love me back.”

“Well believe it, mister!” Finn pokes his nose making Leo smack his hand away and scrunch his nose a few times. “We have been meaning to say it for weeks but it never felt like the right moment.”

“We love you so much. Mon Soleil, we have been wanting to say it since we watched you ride the mechanical bull at the bar the first night we met you.” Logan shuffles around so he is just fully laying on Leo’s back, not caring if his flowers get smudged.

“You pushed me away-”

“I was scared back then, I was scared of feeling things in a way that was so intense I have never felt them before. I had done that to Finn so many times even when my family just assumed we were dating the first time I brought him home… We weren’t but I let them think that because deep down that’s what I really wanted. Then I met you…” Logan pushes Leo’s hair back off his forehead and kisses the exposed skin. “You made me scared, yes. But you also made me realize that I can’t run from my feelings my whole life.”

“Leo, you are the glue to this relationship. Logan and I could be together just the two of us, but without you, we wouldn’t be nearly as happy as we are. You. Are. Everything.” Finn punctuated his words with a kiss between each of them. Leo smiles and rests his head back on Finn’s thigh and just sighs happily. “You are the best thing that's ever happened to us.” Finn and Logan are both looking down at their ray of sunshine, then they look at each other and share a sweet kiss.

After that they fall into comfortable silence, falling back into what they were doing. Logan goes back to finish the shield and wings while Finn goes on to finish his chapter. Leo falling asleep not long after, with a small smile on his lips. Once his boys finish what they are doing they wake Leo up enough to move him to bed, laying on either side of him. They fall asleep after tracing circles on his chest for a bit just talking in little burst about how scared they were when Leo wasn’t answering.

They didn’t want him to leave tomorrow.

Logan was the first awake that morning, slowly sitting up to admire his boys; he can't help but smile. Finn was lightly snoring with his face smushed into Leo’s shoulder while Leo was sleeping quietly next to him with his nose in Finn’s hair. Finn’s pale freckled skin contrasted against Leo’s lightly tanned, inked skin was like paintings of different genres next to each other in a museum. Both beautiful, both so different. He looks at Leo’s neck noticing his hickey’s have mostly faded away, then he remembers that Leo leaves later in the afternoon to go back to Louisiana.

Looking back at the digital clock on their side table he sees how early it is. A light bulb goes off in his head.

Leo is deep in sleep when he is suddenly cold, starting to wake up he feels that the covers are gone. Slapping his hands around on the bed a bit he feels two bodies close to him. They had to have stolen the covers off him. He feels something on his neck and stops moving, the lips on neck go from fluttering kisses to sucking on his old marks that he has memorized in the mirror. Then he feels a hand on his dick his eyes snap open and a moan punches it way out of his body.

“Holy fuck!” He puts a hand on who he now knows is Logan’s head on his neck. Gripping his hair as Finn is looking into his eyes and tugging on his hard dick. Twisting at the head like he always does. Leo goes to sit up but Logan puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back down. Leo’s mind is still foggy from sleep but also reeling from all the stimulation. Leo barely notices Logan putting him in the fancy leather cuffs they use for Logan.

Leo goes to reach and then notices them, Logan looks him in the eyes. Asking if it's okay, Leo nods letting Logan know he wants this. He relaxes and closes his eyes, letting the noises that he usually keeps quiet out like he does have a filter. He feels himself getting close and goes to tell his boys that when they both back off suddenly. He opens his eyes curious as to what is about to happen when Logan swings his leg over Leo and straddles him leaning down, giving him a searing kiss. Leo kisses back quickly and only pulls away to gasp when cold lube is spread on his cock. Finn is on his knees behind Logan, wiping his hands off on a little towel that Leo does not remember being in their bed last night.

Logan goes to sink back on Leo when he speaks up.

“Whoa! Did you prep!?” Logan and Finn both smirk at him. “Without me! When did you even do this?”

“Leo, did you forget that you sleep like a brick?” Logan says as he lets himself sink down on Leo, shivering as Leo’s hip’s meet the back of his thighs. “Oh god.”

“It’s more like he sleeps like a whole ass brick house.” Finn puts his hands on Logan's hips and helps him come back up before letting him go back down again. “How good does he feel Lo?” Finn looks up at Leo and makes eye contact. Leo is trying to keep his eyes open as they follow Logan’s movements.

“He feels so good, always so good.” Logan grinds down again and sits there for a moment as he readjusts his knees, gasping and leaning forward to put his hands on Leo’s chest. He hit his spot perfectly. Moving himself faster with the support of Finn he brings himself down harder.

“I’m close! I-” He didn’t know where the urgency came from but he wanted this moment forever. He blames it on them using his morning wood! Damn it! Leo’s eyes roll back and his toes curl to catch some of Finn’s leg hair as he cums on the last sink down of Logan, causing Logan to spill all over his stomach and some on his chest. Logan sits on his hips with him still inside for a moment as he catches his breath, gingerly pulling off and landing on the bed next to him.

Logan and Finn both shuffle up the bed so they are kneeling on either side of Leo’s torso. Logan grabs Finn's head and starts kissing him deeply, Leo is watching with wide eyes. Finns hand’s land on Logan’s waist holding tightly, pulling him closer causing his back to arch towards Finn as they lean over Leo.

“Please.” Leo manages to spit out, absolutely tongue tied at what he is watching. Seeing Finn bite and pull at Logan’s bottom lip then trailing his kisses down his neck, making eye contact with Leo as he sucks on Logan’s collar bone. Causing both men to groan. Pulling away from Logan they look down to see Leo starting to fatten up again, then both reach down and grip Leo. wanting to feel him become solid again. Leo is trying to thrust up into their hands but they both place a knee on his hips with just enough pressure to keep him from thrusting.

Finn leans over and kisses Leo before moving to make marks on the other side of his neck from where Logan was earlier. Logan moves between Leo’s legs and keeps his grip on Leo. Still pretty covered in lube, Logan takes the extra precautions to add just a bit more to be safe. He takes his time running his hand all over Leo’s already sensitive cock. Running his pointer finger from the base to the tip just to watch him squirm.

“He’s ready, Fish.” Logan watches Finn swing his legs over Leo before pulling away from his neck with a theatrical ‘pop’. Finn scoots back and makes eye contact with Leo whose irises are being swallowed by his pupils making his baby blues just about disappearing into the void. He takes all of Leo in on swift move and tips his head back.

“Jesus I did not mean to do that but it felt great!” He starts moving while Logan moves up the bed. Finn is in his own little world fucking himself back on Leo at a steady pace while Logan straddles Leo again, leaning down to kiss Leo. Leo does not hesitate to kiss back, their kissing is fast and sloppy but he wouldn't have it any other way. He is grunting and moaning into the kisses like he never has before. Logan cups his face with one hand and wraps his other around Leo’s neck to add pressure to the sides. Leo lets out another moan, this one more excited that the last and Logan chuckles on his lips.

“Like that?” Leo just nods as he starts thrusting his hips to meet Finn half way. Logan sits up, keeping his hand on Leo’s neck and reaching behind him with his other. He finds Finn’s cock and grabs it causing Finn’s hips to stutter. Finn doesn’t push himself back up but instead lets Leo keep thrusting into him and Logan jerks him off.

“I-I’m gonna cum! Oh FUCK!” Finn releases hard, splattering onto Logan's back. Leo feels him clench around him and it sends him over the edge when Logan tightens his grip just a tad bit more. Leo’s arms flex and his hips keep moving until he is completely finished. Logan leans up to release Leo’s hands as Finn pulls off. Leo grabs them both pulling them into a tight embrace.

“How long until I need to get up.” Logan looks at the clock again. He can barely see it over Finn with Leo’s arm pinning him to his chest.

“An hour.” He feels Leo relax and pull away a little cupping each of their faces with one hand. Just looking at them like that are the most precious things in the world. Tortilla is awake now too, running around her charge with the zoomies.

“I love you.” Smiling and smacking a fat kiss on both of them. They all lay down, holding each other closely for the last time before he leaves. Logan is still on top of him while Finn has snuggled into his side. Finn and Leo’s hands meet on Logan’s back, interlocking their fingers.

They were gonna miss this.

Logan wiggles out of their arms after a while, skipping over to the dresser and snatching his phone off of it then flopping back next to them.

“You recorded that?” Leo looks over at his screen and notices it's a video of everything that just happened. He watched for a few moments before looking up to meet Logan’s eyes, that sweet pea color he loves. “So soon after one of you got hacked?”

“Is that okay that we filmed it? I can delete it if you want.”

“Hell no! Send it to me.” Finn snorts and moves his head to be resting so his nose is in the crook of Leo’s neck. Logan tosses his phone to the side and turns on his own. Looking at his boys again.

“I love you. Both of you.” Finn smiles and Leo just leans forward to give Logan a small kiss on the corner of his brow.

“I love you too.”

“I love you… uh… three?” Logan can’t help but laugh at Finn who is looking at him offended. “What!? I didn’t know what to say!” Leo rolls his eyes and leans back to let them playfully argue in between kisses. He felt so at home here, He wasn’t ready to leave.

Logan was looking around the apartment, he didn’t live here but it felt empty with most of Leo’s stuff packed up again. It wasn’t all of his things but it was most of them. The place felt bigger without Leo’s books and clothes everywhere. He was organized but liked to fold his clothes out of the dryer and then forget them until he needed them again. Those piles were gone.

Finn took the task of taking Leo’s bags down to the parking lot where Reg, Clay and Noelle all waited in the car to drive to the airport. He was walking as slow as he could next to his boys. Logan had decided that he was going to have a piggy back ride down to the car, but Leo doesn’t like people behind him so instead Leo was carrying him like the baby he is. Finn couldn’t help this dreadful feeling pooling in his stomach as they got close enough to actually see the car.

“Leo, can you let me down?” Leo sets Logan down but Logan just stares up at him. “I don’t have a good feeling about this. Maybe you should stay?” Leo smiles sadly down at his boyfriend, he takes one of Logan’s hands and puts it over his heart.

“Logan, do you remember what I said about promises?” Logan nods, Finn lets go of Leo’s giant rolling bag and steps closer to them, not wanting to miss a chance to be close to both of them. Leo takes one of his hands and holds both of their hands to his chest. “I always keep them, and I promise nothing bad will happen. Okay?” Logan and Finn both share a look. Leo kisses their hands and lets go after a moment before they start their way back to the car.

Getting his bags to fit in a trunk that was mostly full was a challenge but as Finn likes to remind everyone. He plays Tetris so he managed to get all the bags in after a bit of maneuvering. He closes the trunk giving it a bit of a tap as Leo gives Logan a kiss and a hug goodbye. When they pull away Finn takes his turn.

“I love you both.”

“We love you too.” Leo smiles at them and can’t help but pull them into one last hug before he gets into the back seat of the car next to Reg. He watches out the window as they pull away, Logan standing next to Finn. Their pinkies linked but nothing else was touchy, like they were afraid to hold each other while Leo was still looking. He turns away from the window once it is impossible to see behind him. Sighing he rests his head back on the seat, not even noticing the cute back and forth banter between Noelle and Clay which he normally enjoys. Seeing his friend so happy makes him happy but right now, he noticed them sharing a kiss at a red light, it made his stomach churn.

The flight was an easy one, Leo tried to sleep for most of it but it was really shit sleep. Doze off for a few hours until he was too cold to stay asleep. He kept asking for his friends' blankets until we had all of them. Flying private had its perks but even with all the blankets he was still shivering. He had gotten used to sweating in his sleep from the two space heaters always by his side so now everything was cold. Everything seemed more grey as well. It was a dreary day in Gryffindor when they took off, it seemed to follow them all the way home. Walking out of the airport they are met with a smiling Eloise who just opened her arms as the cloud split and the sun poked through

Leo fell into her arms without hesitation, Reg and Clay taking his bags without a word and putting them into the back of the vehicle. Eloise just held her son, his head in her chest as she petted his hair and shushed him as he started to silently cry. Leo’s arms were down by his side as she held him, he wanted to but his body wouldn’t listen to him.

Eloise just lets her son cry, it isn’t very often Leo let’s his emotions out and she appreciates the others just getting into the vehicle and not mentioning anything. Wyatt always did something similar when they were younger, he would bottle things inside because he didn’t want to distract other people from their own problems. Leo was more and more like him everyday it seems.

“Let’s go home, Marigold.” She whispers to time after she notices the security guards not wanting to interfere with the tender moment but also trying to keep the flow of traffic at the pick up. Leo nods after a second and pulls away wiping his eyes but not looking her in hers. She pulls his head down and kisses his forehead softly. They pull away after a few seconds and both get into the vehicle. Eloise pulls out of the spot she has been hogging for a good fifteen minutes as she waited and held her baby. It was a quiet drive home with the radio playing ads and terrible talk show hosts.

They start to pass the pastures of the Knut ranch, Leo relaxes as he sees the horses running in a familiar gait, watching his cousins training and riding in the pastures. His mother coming from a family of two parents and six older brothers, the amount of cousins he had was obscene to most people. But being the only child of his father and uncle on the Knut side of the family leaves him to be the last Knut… He was going to keep it that way. Knut’s always seemed to be cursed, Leo didn’t even believe in superstitions or magic or horoscopes or anything like that. But he did know that with his family name came tragedy.

They pulled into the parking lot and Leo watched as his mother hugged Reg and Clay just as tight as she held him. He smiles to himself, he couldn’t ask for better people in his life. There was the familiar ring from the walkie on his moms hip, someone was at the gate. Not wanting to pull off of Clay she just hits the button to open the gate and let whoever it was in. No one who didn’t like the family came to the ranch anymore after Wyatt’s passing. Eloise pulls away from Clay And smiles at Noelle who was standing a bit awkwardly off to the side, opening her arms it takes a second for Noelle to step into her embrace. Hugging her back because Eloise has a way of letting people know they are safe within her arms.

“Who do you think is at the gate?” Reg walks over next to Leo and looks out down the driveway to see the dust kicking up just down the way. He looks up at Leo with his sunglasses still on.

“Honestly I don’t know, I would guess Judy or maybe even Garland.” Leo looks back at him, snapping his gum that he chewed on the plane to pop his ears when they took off and landed. Looking back to the gravel he sees a car he hasn’t seen before, it looks like an old station wagon. Not slowing down much as it pulls in next to one of his cousins trucks it lurches forward as it slams on the brakes, the person inside barely shutting off the car before he storms out. It was David Johnson, the sheriff's son. Stomping his way over to Clay he catches him off guard and grabs the collar of his shirt from behind throwing him on the ground and pinning him down, he was just about to throw a punch but Noelle catches his arm.

“What the fuck!? Who even are you!?” Noelle looks at him shocked and angry.

“Who's this?” David's furious gaze hasn’t left Clay who is still confused on the ground and is feeling rather awkward that David, his ex-girlfriends brother, was straddling him. “This the bitch you replaced Ashley with?” Clay’s nose flares and his brain becomes hot with protectiveness, rolling them over, surprising David who has the wind knocked out of him as he hits the ground.

“Don’t talk about her that way!” He is also about to throw a punch when a similar situation happens where someone grabs his arm. This time it's Leo. Who is giving him a look that says ‘take a breath’. Clay sighs frustrated and stands up. “What are you even doing here?”

“Like you don’t know.” David rolls his eyes and stands up dusting off his pants and shirt. Readjusting his hat. Clay has his arms crossed, standing between Eloise and Noelle who is looking so lost. “Whatever, I guess if you really want to act stupid and act like you don’t know what going on then be an asshole. But stay the fuck away from my sister and her family.” Clay raises an eyebrow at the fact that Ashley has a family, walking back towards his janky station wagon and driving back out of the ranch without another word.

“Clay, What is he talking about?” Noelle is looking at him just trying to find answers he can see the wheels turning in her head but he honestly doesn’t have any idea what the fuck is going on. He turns to Eloise who has a look on her face like she knows something but doesn’t want to say.

“Ma? Do you know something?” Clay asks her and she seems to stiffen, then she sighs, dropping her hands from her hips and waves them inside.

“Let's eat while we talk.”

They bring all the bags inside except Noelle's and Clay’s putting them in the back of his truck that Garland dropped off last night. They all make their way inside to find food already made and waiting to be warmed up. Eloise warms it up in silence as the others sit at the island. Leo and Reg on one end Noelle and Clay on the other.

“Okay,” Eloise places a plate of nice warm food in front of all of them and then leans her forearms on the cool countertop. “Clay I need you to know that there has been a lot of talk in the town recently about you and Ashley.” Clay swallows before he even takes a bite of food and then shovels some in his mouth to keep him from answering. “When was the last time you… slept with her?” He coughs for a moment after breathing in a piece of food and chugs the glass of water next to him before he looks up, everyone is looking at him.

“When the team was down here… before I got with Noelle and Thomas. Why?”

“Well, she got a new boyfriend right after you left, you know him. Jacob Manners, the scrawny white kid from the year above you two that would always get drunk and try and fight whoever was closest. Anyway, She got pregnant not long after they got together. Everyone was so happy for her, congratulating her and giving her special treatment because she was now pregnant. I’ll admit I even congratulated her when I saw her a few weeks ago because I thought she would finally get over you and leave the family alone.” Eloise takes a drink of her water watching as Clay just stares at her, Noelle is poking at the food on her plate and Reg hasn’t even touched his own. Leo was already finished and just looked at the patter of the granite. “Well, she had the baby last week. A month premature but still a big child, 8 pounds big. The baby is nice and healthy though so people are wondering if maybe she lied about when she got pregnant.”

“What does that have to do with me? If she, being a white woman, and her boyfriend, being a white man, had a baby then how would people even think it's mine when I’m black?” Clay tries to prove a point but he sees Eloise shift a bit awkwardly and interlock her fingers as her hands are palm down on the island.

“Because the baby isn’t white.”

“What?” Clay knows he heard her correctly but he still doesn’t believe it. “There is no way, we used protection and everything. It couldn’t have been me.” Clay pushes his plate away and puts his hands in his head. “Why wouldn’t she have told me? No! It isn’t my kid, show me a fucking picture Eloise, maybe the kid is just tan because of genetics or something.” Eloise pulled out her phone while he was rambling and scrolled through Facebook to find pictures of Ashley in the hospital. She pics a picture of just the baby wrapped in a hospital baby blanket in the weird plastic cradle thing they have in the room right after birth. She turns the phone and shows Clay.

This baby was beautiful, she had golden skin. Lighter than Clay’s but much darker than Ashley’s or Jacob’s. The small amount of her tiny head is coily and tight to her head. Clay looks at the little name ankle on the baby: Faye Johnson. He feels sick to his stomach but also can’t look away from the picture, gently taking the phone from Eloise he just stares.

He might have a daughter.

Setting the phone down and scooting it over towards Noelle who picks it up, taking in the picture she is able to pick out the similar facial features between the baby and Clay. Their noses are similar and so is their eye shape. She puts the phone down in front of Leo and turns to Clay who is still looking shell shocked from the news. She gently places a hand on his arm, he looks up at her.

“Let’s go home.”

Judy was so happy to see them home. She must have known something was off because she just hugged Clay and let him slip out of her arms to take his bags back down to his room. Leaving Noelle and Judy alone as Garland was still out in the field.

“It’s good to see you, Noelle.” She pulls her in for a tight hug and Noelle just melts into her, hugging back tightly. “I’m so glad you are here, I knew if he came down alone he would go and try to seek them out. Which isn’t the best idea with that family. He needs you.” Judy squeezes her one last time before letting her go, cupping her face a bit before letting go and walking into the kitchen. Noelle goes downstairs to find Clay laying face down on his bed like a starfish, she smiles a bit and climbs over him, sitting on his back rubbing something hands up and down from his shoulders to the middle of his back. Helping him to relax.

“Clay, I just want you to know that I love you.” Clay whimpers a bit from all the emotions clogging his head, he reaches his arms back and rests them on her legs. Squeezing her so she knows he heard her but can’t respond with his voice at the moment. She understands and doesn’t mind, Leaning forward to press a kiss into his hair. “Let's get ready for bed.”

The next two weeks fly by Leo and Clay helping teach young neighbor kids how to properly ride and groom horses. It was very sweet watching Clay and Leo play around with them. Noelle and Reg would watch, sitting on the top of the fences. They bonded over how confused they were and how they missed the team back home.

But now Noelle was watching them pack, the air was thick that day. Clay and Leo were sniffing the air like hounds before telling them it was gonna rain. Reg and Noelle looked at each other like the other two were crazy, but they appeared to be right. It started to rain around a half hour later. Clay didn’t hesitate to drag Noelle out into the rain, spinning her around and dancing with her like there were no cares in the world. They were soaking wet when they got into the barn, Clay showed her a side of him she has never seen before, taking charge as they made out in the loft. Making her feel like she was on another planet as they made love in the hay. It was the most hick fantasy but she loved every minute of it. His hands winding their way up her body in deliberate touches, treating her like she was a piece of fine china with the way he held her gently but firm enough to make sure she knew she was safe. Kissing her with meaning, making sure she knows she is loved. How much she means to him.

They came down after the rain stopped and it was obvious with the hay in Noelle’s hair and clothes. Clay didn’t look much more put together. Leo and Reg were smirking at them the entire time as they put their bags in the truck, the trailer was loaded last night. They were dropping her off a bit away from the airport because they can’t pull a trailer into the drop off zone of the airport. There was a shuttle she could take to the drop off area and they would wait until she was safely on the shuttle.

Clay and Noelle are sitting in the back seat, holding hands tightly as they make their way back into the city. They didn’t want to let go as Leo pulled into the parking lot where the shuttle waits for people. They all just sat there for a moment in silence. Clay felt as though one of the rain clouds from earlier was over his head as he got out of the truck to help Noelle get her bags. They were just a backpack and a carry-on suitcase but it still felt like she was taking the whole world with her.

“Have you told Leo yet?” Clay shakes his head as he takes her hand again.

“Make sure to tell Thomas I love him, I won’t be back for a few months longer than Leo and Reg because I will be leaving for bootcamp right from Brazil.” He pulls her into a tight hug and kisses her temple. “I love you too.”

They pull out of the parking lot after watching Noelle get on the shuttle.

It was a quiet ride to Texas.

[wreckofawriter]

The Night Sky

Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: blood, gore, crude language, torture kinda, usual walking dead stuff

Request: @maryhuffxoxo: Can you write something with Carl Grimes? Maybe where intead of Negan trying to get Rick to cut of Carl's arm he tries to get Carl to cut off Reader's arm or leg maybe? And after Negan leaves he kisses the reader?

A/n: First Waling Dead imagine on here yay! I'm gonna come out with a HP request tommarow probably really late at night, that's like the only time I write, um yeah, hope you enjoy!

    You thought you had gotten used to the stench of blood, you had smelt it in the air since you were 11 years old. You had convinced yourself you knew what death was, it had been a constant in your life. You weren’t afraid of guts, you had been smeared in them before, but this. This was so much worse than anything your mind could conjure up. 

    Glen’s blood splattered across your cheek, it was in your mouth, dripping off your nose. You could taste it, feel it sliding down your face, or maybe that was the tears. You choked back sobs as Negan continued to bring his bat down, again and again, and again. You could hear Maggie screaming and Rosita’s cries in your ears as the sickening thump continued beside you. You clamped your eyes shut, your nails were biting into your palms. 

    Finally, it stopped, and you heard a chuckle. You opened your eyes, the harsh glare of headlights blinking back at you. You tried to keep your eyes locked straight ahead of you but for some sick reason, they snapped to the mess of blood and brains which had once been someone you loved. You felt your stomach churn and for a second you were sure you would throw up, but you took in another large breath and managed to keep yourself stable. You glanced down the line meeting a sea blue eye. “I love you” Carl mouthed and you nodded a sob ripping from your raw throat. And suddenly you couldn’t stop, your body shook, cries crawling from you as you struggled to stay on your knees. 

    “Aw, sweetie don’t cry.” 

    You looked up to see Negan crouched in front of you, his bat, dripping crimson resting on one shoulder as he smiled down at you. 

    “It’s alright, I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He smirked, “Well for now anyway.” he reached his hand out to you grabbing the side of your face and using his leather-clad fingers to harshly wipe away the tears on your cheeks. 

    Your face contorted in disgust and you tried to jerk away from him, you were choking on your whimpers, blood and tears hot on your taste bud. 

    “Don’t fucking touch her!” 

    Negan’s eyes snapped down the line, landing on Carl who stood only to get kicked back down, his knees buckling, a punch landed across his cheek and he went sprawling across the gravel. 

    Michonne and Rick yelled. 

    “Stop! Don’t hurt him!” You screamed voice shattering like glass as you raised it. 

    Negan was laughing again, a sickening sound you wished to shove back down his throat, “Oh ho ho! Look what we have here!” His hand left your cheek and instead grabbed your hair pulling you forwards. You heard more shouts, your knees scrapping open. Your head was yanked back up, you were looking upwards, you could see the little white dots so far above you, the heavens glaring back down almost mocking you. 

    “This your girl, kid?” Negan asked his smile was so wide you thought his cheeks might split. 

    “Leave her alone,” Carl growled. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, his own was narrowed, his hands held behind his back. 

    “Now I asked you a question boy.” The laughter had left his voice, “Is this your girl?” 

    Carl nodded, swallowing thickly. 

    “Well isn’t that just the cutest god damn shit I have ever seen.” He grinned, “Now I’m sure as hell not the most romantic guy out there, but this shit right here, this just melts my fuckin heart. Doesn’t Simon?” His gaze turned to his right-hand man who’s handlebar mustache was twitched upward.

    “It’s like a fairytale.” He laughed and you thought you might throw up again. 

    The fist in your hair tightened and you craned your neck backward in attempts to alleviate the pressure. 

    “Leave her alone. Now.” Rick spat at the man and you only had to put your head back farther. 

    “Rick I don’t think you’re in the position to be making demands here.” Negan’s voice was dark again like he had flipped a switch, “You just don’t seem to get it, do you?”

    You heard the light scrape of metal on leather and there were more shouts as something cool pressed on your exposed neck. 

    “I could slice her open right here right now if I wanted to.” He growled and he pressed harder. You felt the bite of breaking skin. 

    “Leave her alone!” Carl shouted another guy now had him in a chokehold as he tried to break free, “Don’t you dare hurt her!” 

    “Shut up kid or I’ll come over there and cut out your other eye!” Negan bellowed and you cringed. 

    “You piece of shit let her go!” he continued to yell and you saw one of the men pull a knife from their belt.

    “Shut up Carl!” You cried. His eyes snapped to you, his face softening, “Just shut up. Please.” 

    “Listen to your girl kid.” He snarled, “She’s clearly smarter than you.” 

    “I told you to leave her be!” Rick shouted and Negan bit his lip releasing the blade from your neck and letting your head fall forward. 

    “Simon come here.” The man came quickly, “I want you to hold her head just like I was until I get back. I need to have a talk with Rick.” 

    “Got it.” He said hand fisting in your hair and pulling you back again. Carl stayed silent. 

    “Someone get me my ax and get Rick in that RV. We’re takin’ a little road trip.” Negan strutted to the vehicle as Rick was dragged into it and soon it was pulling away and you were left to stare at the stars. 

    It got quiet. The sound of crickets and frogs finding your ears as you traced the night sky. You could hear feet on gravel, the occasional whimper, or laugh. You heard the snarle of walkers, the squelch of a knife into rotten skulls, twice there were gunshots. 

    You tried to remember what your teacher had taught you about constellations. It seemed so long ago, so so far away like those memories were hanging hundreds of thousands of miles from your head just like the stars. Your neck had begun to cramp, Simon had switched which hand he was holding you with twice and both times you had the urge to whip around and head but him in the crotch. What you wouldn’t give to kill Negans obedient little dog. 

    With your head tilted up you felt like you were choking on the blood in your mouth, your vision swayed at times, black dotting the edges of your view. You could hardly see Carl. It strained your eyes to look at him. There was just one man with him now, a gun held loosely in his hand. His gaze was always locked on you. Your knees ached, pebbles digging into the raw flesh. Your nails were still deep into the heel of your palm, your face felt hot and sticky, you wished it would start to rain, clear away the blood that you knew coated you. But the sky was clear, so brilliantly clear. 

    You watched as the dark hues of night began to drip away, the stars fading as black turned to a midnight blue, into a lilac which reminded you of the color of your bedroom walls a thousand years ago. You tried to crack your neck twice, both times the fist in your hair only tightened and he pulled, earning a soft whimper that you hopped didn’t reach Carl’s ears. As lilac turned to orange your head began to pound and the sicking feeling of vomit leaping up your throat filled you. You wondered for a moment if he would let you choke to death on it, like some 27-year-old rockstar who had seen one too many white lines. But then it passed and the hammer of your head grew. 

    Orange began to fade into a mucky blue when you finally heard the sound of tires on the road. You began to wonder if Rick was dead if Negan had chopped him up and was now going to shower you in his pieces. 

    When he stumbled out of the RV onto his knees you felt a rush of relief wash over the group. 

    “Get back in line.” Negan snarled before he walked back over to you. He crouched in front of you licking his lips. You could hardly see him over the tip of your nose. “Drop her Simon.”

    Your head was thrown forward and you heard your neck pop, groaning. Your chin was grabbed and you were forced back up at him, his breath fanning your face, it smelt like rotten fruit. 

    “How we doin’ little lady?” He grinned, “Hurtin’ yet?” 

    You spat at him, blood and spit spewing over his face as you sneered, “Fuck you.” 

    He dropped your chin, gagging. Your head spun and you couldn’t see straight. You were shoved forwards, hands not fast enough to get in front of you as your cheek collided with gravel, palms following in suit. 

    “You people really don’t get it!” 

    Your head was being held down, your face pressed into the coursed rock. You could see Carl clearly now, he had fresh tears sliding down his cheek. 

    “You a righty or a lefty?” Negan muttered in your ear. 

 You couldn’t think straight, “What?” 

“Which hand do you sign your name with bitch! Right or left?” He was leaning over you, you still could barely register what he had asked you. You felt something hit your exposed cheek, “I asked you a question damn it!” 

“Don’t hit her!” Carl shouted and you felt yourself get pressed further into the road. 

“Get the kid up here. Now.” Carl was shoved to his feet, pushed towards you before dropping on his knees to your right. 

Your arm was yanked out from under you, sleeve pushed up. The sound of cicadas were loud in your ears, ringing like an alarm. 

“Simon, you got a pen?” Negan asked. 

“Matter of fact I do.” You heard. A marker was tossed through the air. 

“I’m sorry about this sweetie, this is gonna be real cold like someone dragging a cold ballsack right across your forearm.” You watched as he drew a line on your arm, you could see Carl just past him, his face was hardened, glaring. 

Negan stepped out of the way handing Carl his father’s ax, “Now I’m gonna need you to cut off her arm, right there on that line.” 

You heard gasps and protests echo around you. The whine of cicadas constant. Carl’s mouth dropped the color draining from his face which was beaded with sweat and tears. You whimpered lightly.

“And I know that you are gonna need a moment to process that but it’s going to happen or she’s gonna die and all these people are gonna die and then I’ll kill you.” 

Carl met your eyes and he shook his head, “No.” He sobbed, “No.” 

“We have a good doctor, she’ll be okay.” He snickered, “Probably.” 

“Please, we understand!” You heard Michonne beg, “We understand just leave them be.”

“You understand.” Negan corrected her, “I don’t think these two love birds do.” 

“No, please.” Carl’s plea broke, “No.” 

“It isn’t up to you!��� Negan laughed, “Now do it,” you heard a hammer click, “or I put a bullet through her.” 

You felt the cool metal press into the back of your skull. 

“I can’t do it, please.” 

“Are you gonna make me count Carl?!” He shouted. 

“It can be me.” Carl wept, “It can be me instead.” 

You shook your head, tears slipping from your eyes. 

“Alright! I’m counting!” The gun only pressed harder. “3!” 

“Carl.” You whimpered, “Just do it.” 

“2!” 

“I’ll be okay.” 

“1!” 

The ax was raised above his head, you clamped your eyes shut waiting for the pain. You hoped you would pass out quickly. 

A beat passed. Then another.

“Do you understand me now?” You reopened your eyes, the ax was on the ground Carl crouching next to you, his body shaking with sobs. 

He nodded and you felt the metal leave the back of your head. 

“Good. Get back in line.” 

You pushed yourself off the ground a fresh wave of pain rolling through your head. Carl scrambled towards you grabbing you and pulling you into his arms. His hands were shaking as he ran them through your hair. 

Tears wet his shirt as you buried yourself into his chest.

“You’re okay.” he whispered, “You’re okay.” 

“I said get back in line.” 

Carl lifted you up, standing to his feet and stumbling back into line before kneeling back on the ground, you still clinging to him. 

Negan continued to speak but you couldn’t hear over the sound of your own wails, you felt Carl’s grip on you tighten every once and awhile, his hands combing through your blood-stained hair. 

Finally, you heard the rumble of trucks, the clamor of boots on gravel, and then it was quiet and you pulled away to see all of the Saviors had left. 

Carl was looking down at you, tear tracks staining his cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him as close to you as you could. “I love you.” You said nestling your head into his neck. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too y/n” He spoke shakily. 

    You lifted your gaze pulling his lips to meet yours. You could taste tears and blood as his lips danced over yours. His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you tilted your chin upwards allowing him to deepen the kiss as his hands tightened around your waist. 

    You broke apart panting, “I’m never going to let anything like that happen to you ever again.” he whispered. “Never.” 

Masterlist

[lightofthemoonglow]

"ok so what are we watching tonight." Leslie Vernon.

Inspired by this post, though I wound up changing the wording a bit because that is where the muse took me.

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There are multiple options for Friday night activities in Glen Echo. Driving to the larger city less than an hour away, hanging out at one of the handful places open past eight pm, driving out to the woods or going to someone’s house for a ‘party’. As it turned out, a Maryland town that’s somewhere between suburban and rural isn’t exactly the most exciting place to be. But you can make your own fun, especially when your boyfriend is around to help.

Though you hadn’t expected this.

After the after-dinner chores, you had asked him what he wanted to watch tonight, your hand had been poised to grab the remote when Leslie had come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and as he had planted slow, sensual kisses along your neck, he had whispered what he wanted to watch.

“I want to watch you in the mirror while I fuck you.”

And that was how you had wound up on the bed, the full-length mirror that was usually in the corner of the room now in front of the bed, allowing for a very intimate view of the proceedings. You weren’t like Leslie, you weren’t a performer, the world wasn’t your stage. But when he had asked, you had knelt on the bed and allowed him to undress you, Leslie slowly removed your clothes with a reverence that you had never thought possible until you had met him.

“You are the prettiest damn girl I have ever seen,” he whispered in your ear as he knelt behind you, a hand sliding around you, down to the top of the curls between your legs. His fingers teased your wet core, the tips darting around your clit and entrance, the very faintest hint of things to come.

When his fingers enter you, you whimper and turn your face away, pressing it against his shoulder. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart,” he says and hoists you onto his lap, holding you right above his cock. One motion and he would be inside of you and both of you know it. 

But he doesn’t. Not yet. Leslie smirks as he spreads your legs the best he can. “How can I not love this body?” he asks, though it’s a rhetorical question. “Every inch of you is perfect.” One hand strays over to the scar on your upper arm, the mark that he had left on during your courtship. In turn, you had given him one along his side. “From the moment I saw you...I knew.”

And then he’s slowly began to lower you onto his cock, wrenching a little cry out of you. You can see everything, it’s surreal, but you can’t look away.

[nah-she-didnt]

“What the frick frack tickity tic tac snick snac bro?”

I’ve been saying this a lot recently and I’d very much like to see this in one of your fics.

Happy writing!

Hello lady! Thanks for the prompt!! This was fun 

Send me more prompts here

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The Bet

The bet had started out easily enough.

“I don’t curse that much anyway,” declared Sirius as he shoveled bacon into his mouth with the voracity that only a growing 16-year-old boy can possess.

“Yes you do,” Remus rolled his eyes, “remember the time Flitwick gave you a week’s worth of lines because you said you’d let Bowie, and I quote, ‘fuck me into next week’?”

Sirius smirked. “Yeah. Well. Not my fault he’s a prude, is it?” 

James clapped Sirius on the back. “You, my friend, are a connoisseur of curse words. You work in dirty words the way some artists work in oils or plaster. That’s how I know that I am guaranteed victory in this bet.” 

“What’s the prize?” asked Peter excitedly. He loved watching his friends in competition with one another, even if he often refused to participate himself. 

“Loser has to buy the winner’s ticket to the Puddlemere game over Easter break,” James said easily, “and while we all know I love to treat my friends to a good quidditch game, I’m afraid this time it’s personal.” 

Sirius scoffed at these words. “What, just because I said you could never do it?” 

James slammed his hand down on the table dramatically. “Yes! That’s exactly why. But I’ll show you, you cheeky bastard, that I am perfectly capable of-” 

“Of what?” 

Distracted by his own passionate defense, James failed to notice that Lily had slid into the seat next to his. She looked particularly nice today, her newly-cut bangs framed her distracting green eyes in a way that usually made his heart skip a beat. Today, the sight of her made him want to jump into the Black Lake. 

“Nothing, Evans,” he said dully, forcing himself not to look directly at her, “just guy stuff.” 

Lily arched a perfectly-shaped eyebrow. “Guy stuff? Remus, what is this ‘guy stuff’ he speaks of?”

Remus looked caught. “Um,” he said, glancing hurriedly at James, “James was just saying he’s perfectly capable of kicking this nasty - uh - rash. You know, athlete stuff.” 

James stared at Remus in horror as Peter and Sirius roared with laughter. Lily laughed too, but she was tactful enough to try and hide her glee behind a facade of concern. “Ouch. Well, good luck with that, Potter,” and with that, she gathered up a few pieces of toast in a napkin and was off to class. 

James watched her go, mouth still hanging open. Then he rounded on his former friend. “What the fuck was that Lupin?” he roared. 

Remus tried to hide his mischievous grin. “Relax, mate,” he said as seriously as he could, “think about it. I’ve just helped you win the bet. I’m pretty sure Lily’s going to give you a wide berth for the next few days, giving Sirius ample opportunities to fuck up.” 

The smile disappeared from Sirius’ face. “Cheers, Moony,” he muttered grumpily.  

--

The first few days of the bet were uneventful. None of their fellow Gryffindors seemed to realize that anything was amiss. That is until Sirius accidentally missed the trick-step going down the stairs down from the second-floor corridor. 

“Aw, sh- beans,” Sirius yelled as his leg sank further and further into the step. 

James, who had the foresight to skip the step, started eagerly at Sirius’ near slip-up, but relaxed again when he heard his friend’s replacement curse. Mary, who was walking with the boys, did a double-take. 

“I’m sorry,” she said in a bemused voice, “did you just say ‘beans?’ What are you, a nun? What have you done with Sirius Black?” 

“Can’t curse,” he said through gritted teeth as James helped yank his leg out of the staircase, “Prongs and I have a bet, you see.” 

“Ah,” Mary nodded her head wisely, “so that’s why you’ve been acting weird all week.” She glanced pointedly at James. 

James tried his best to adopt a look of innocence. “How do you know the bet’s with me?”

“Just a hunch,” she smirked, “Lily mentioned that you haven’t spoken to her much this week, wondered if you were mad at her or something.” 

James’ heart sunk. “No! Mary, tell her I’m not mad, I-” 

“Tell her yourself!” Mary grinned wickedly then strode off in the direction of their next class.

--

Sirius’ fake swears got more creative after his near-miss on the trick stairs. 

“Oh sugarloaf,” he whined one night just after they’d settled in at a table in the library, “I forgot my Transfiguration textbook in the dorm.” 

Another time, he realized his Defense essay was two inches short. “Merlin’s big toe!” he yelped, hurriedly trying to cram in a few more sentences before professor Ferguson came around to collect their essays. 

A week later, his exclamations became utterly ridiculous. 

“Oi! Pettigrew! Did you just steal my chocolate frog?” he yelled across the dorm room, “What the frick frack tickity tic tac snick snack, bro?”

Remus snorted. “Excuse me?” he said incredulously, “what was that, again?”

“Oh, bite me,” Sirius huffed, and threw himself onto the bed, “I hate this stupid bet. I can’t express myself!” 

James shot Sirius a dirty look. “Oh, I’m so sorry, do you miss being the most vulgar person in this school? That must be so difficult for you. Meanwhile, I’m pretty sure Evans thinks I’m the world’s biggest prat after all the times I’ve run away from her in the last two weeks.” James vented his frustration by punching his pillow into a more comfortable position before lying back to sulk properly. 

Remus gave him a placating look. “The bet doesn’t stop you from talking to her, James,” he said as if James were a toddler on the brink of a tantrum, “why don’t you just say hello once in a while? That’s nice and safe.” 

James fixed Remus with his most withering stare. The last two weeks had made him grumpy beyond belief. “I can’t even look at her without you lot accusing me of cheating. And there’s no way I’m losing this bet. I’m so close to victory I can almost taste the top box seats.” 

“Fat chance,” said Sirius smugly, as he squeezed the stress ball Remus gifted him to help relieve his reflex to curse. 

--

James’ downfall came in the form of Severus Snape. 

The students were unusually silent at breakfast that morning. The Daily Prophet reported that Melanie Lensard, a Hogwarts graduate, had been murdered in her Lancaster home alongside her muggle-husband. The Aurors reported that they suspected Death Eater involvement. 

James shot a sideways glance towards Lily. She wasn’t eating but instead pushed some scrambled eggs around her plate solemnly. James couldn’t blame her. He had only forced himself to choke down food so that he wouldn’t be dead on his broom for quidditch practice. But, he supposed, he couldn’t possibly know how she felt right now. 

Sirius stared wanly down at his copy of The Prophet. “Today would be a great day for cursing,” he said in a half-hearted attempt at humor. 

Remus patted him on the back. “Go out and scream it into the glen. No one will hear you.” 

Sirius shook his head. “No, I’m a man of my word,” he said pompously, “no cursing until we’re through.” 

“Lily?” 

The oily voice came from somewhere behind James. He whirled around to see Snape standing a few feet away, right behind Lily. He looked nervous, which just made him appear even more sniveling than usual, and he fixed Lily with a desperate stare. 

“I wanted to know if you were… you know… doing okay.” 

Lily did not turn to face him or even meet his gaze. “And why, Snape, wouldn’t I be okay?” 

Snape flushed. “I just know you must have seen the papers.” 

Lily rounded on him, eyes blazing. “Yes, I have seen the papers. I’m sure you lot are thrilled, aren’t you?” 

Snape paled at this. “N-no,” he stammered, taking a step back, “of course I’m-” 

“But that’s just it!” she snapped. James could see her fingers itching toward the want that lay next to her fork, “there is no ‘I’ anymore with you. If you’re with them,” she pointed towards the other sixth-year Slytherins, “then it’s just ‘we.’ I won’t let you try and separate yourself from your nasty little friends. I made excuses for you for years, and I won’t do it anymore!” 

She was yelling now, and students along the Gryffindor and neighboring Hufflepuff tables had started to go quiet. 

“Lily,” said Dorcas, who laid her hand protectively across Lily’s, “leave him. He’s not worth it.” 

Lily laughed a cold, mirthless laugh. “You can say that again. Snape, you’re nothing but a spineless, weak, snot-nosed coward, and you’d best run back to your Death Eater pals before I jinx you so hard you’ll be pissing yourself for a month.”

Snape did not stick around to retort. Instead, he scurried back to his waiting comrades, doing his best to look dignified as he ran from his former friend. 

The table was silent for a moment. Lily was panting slightly. James could feel it building in him. No, he had to suppress it, he had to win the bet, he had to think of the look on Sirius’ face when he declared victory, he had to-

“Bloody hell, Evans!” It was no use. The damn had broken. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.” 

Lily looked slightly startled at this declaration. Then, slowly, she grinned. “Glad to hear it, Potter. I aim to please, after all,” she said sarcastically. Then she sat back down to chat with her friends, looking marginally more cheerful than she had before Snape’s arrival.

James smiled softly at her as he watched her come back to life. If he had even the smallest bit to do with her change in mood, he was satisfied. 

That is until he saw the look on Sirius’ face.

“Victory is FUCKING sweet!” Sirius shouted so loud that half the table jumped. 

James put his head in his hands. “Alright, alright, you win.” 

“You’re bloody right I win, you glorious piece of shit,” Sirius leaned across the table to thump James on the back.

“I knew you couldn’t do it,” Peter shook his head as he returned to his breakfast. 

Remus laughed. “I tried to help you, James. But I guess in the end you couldn’t help yourself. It’s your primal instinct to hit on Lily Evans.” 

James sighed into his hands. As far as defeats go, this one wasn’t so bad. At least she was smiling again. 

“Right, I’ve got a lot of time to make up for,” Sirius said as he pulled a bit of parchment from his school bag, “I’ve been taking notes on all the cussing I need to do. To start with, Peter, you’re a two-faced motherfucker for stealing my chocolate frog.”