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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago

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Ménage à trois | Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher

Summary: A typical movie night at Stu's turns into a ménage à trois

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral (m receiving), non protected p + v (this is the 90s), anal, any incoherence are part of the world of Scream...just enjoy the smut that took way too long to write

Request: Threesome with billy and Stu plsss There's barely any fics for them

I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while, but I couldn’t find characters that fit (i tried so many!). This is my first Billy fic and it’s sort of exciting since I’ve been crushing hard on him (well, Skeet Ulrich) since forever. Although I like his character, I am not into Stu, so that was challenging for me to include him in the scene. I hope it's good enough!

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The best thing about Stu’s house was that his parents were often out of town because of their job, making it the perfect spot for hosting huge parties without having to worry about parents coming home and ending the fun. It was also perfect for private parties.

Stu brought out a stack of VHS from the blockbuster while you made popcorn in the kitchen, getting ready for the horror movie marathon. Billy was out getting beer and other snacks, needing your sweets with the popcorn.

The kernels were almost finished popping and you felt someone press against your back, pulling you flush against them. The familiar cologne filled your nose and you leaned into Billy’s presence. He pressed his lips on your neck, distracting you from your popcorn duty.

‘’Stop, I’m gonna burn the popcorn,’’ you told him, trying to push him off you but Billy was not letting you go. ‘’Did you get the blue—’’

‘’— lollipop with the sour dip powder? Yes,’’ he confirmed. ‘’I also got a candy necklace and a roll of sweetarts.’’ Billy pulled them out of his jacket’s pocket and your mouth twisted into a smile.

After the popcorn was ready, you brought it to the living room and joined Billy and Stu who were already drinking beer and talking nonsense.

At least they had not started the movie without you.

‘’What are we watching first?’’ you asked, taking a seat on the couch.

Stu offered you a beer in exchange for a handful of popcorn. ‘’The Exorcist.’’

Although considered the scariest movie ever made, you wouldn’t say it’s scary. It was definitely iconic for the horror genre. Some scenes were a bit shocking and disturbing, but it didn’t keep you up at night.

‘’I’m gonna stuff you like that later,’’ Billy whispered beside you as the ‘best parts’, according to him, were not edited out.

The scene was in no way turning you on — that would be disgusting —, but his promise and the sultry rasp in his voice so close to your ear made your core tighten. You bit back a sound as he squeezed your thigh, a wave of arousal running through your body.

‘’What are you kids whispering about?’’ Stu asked, sticking his head in your and Billy’s personal space.

Billy shot a glare at his friend.

‘’Oh!’’ Stu smirked, figuring his line of thoughts. ‘’If you want to fuck, feel free to use my bed. Last door on the left.’’

The offer was tempting, but Billy declined the offer quickly.

‘’So your perverted ass can listen and jerk off while we fuck?’’ He shook his head, knowing his best friend a little too well. ’’Not happening.’’

Stu gasped dramatically. ‘’I would never do that!’’ Billy gave him a ‘I know you’ look, and he sighed. ‘’Okay, maybe I would, but that’s your fault for not letting me join.’’

A wicked idea crossed your mind. ‘’And what if we did? Let you join, that is.’’

The taller one’s brain short-circuited. ‘’W-what? You want me to join?’’

You shrugged, not seeing an issue. Him and Billy have been close friends for years and you’ve always secretly wanted to do it with another partner. This was your chance.

‘’If you’re in.’’ You looked at Stu, then Billy, needing both their approval. Although you were the one getting to experience them both, you didn’t want to force anyone into doing something they didn’t want.

‘’If I’m in?’’ Stu repeated. A grin spread on his face, excitement shining in his eyes. ‘’Babydoll, I’ve been dying to tap it.’’ He ghosted a hand on your other thigh, getting very close to your crotch.

It was no secret that Stu had his eyes on you — even while he was dating Tatum. You had caught him shamelessly staring at your breasts a handful of times. But you were his best friend’s girl, so he would never make a move on you…unless he was given the permission to.

‘’Don’t get too excited, she’s still mine,’’ Billy was quick to remind Stu, pushing him back on his side of the couch.

After making eye contact with Billy and silently agreeing to the plan, you detached yourself from your boyfriend and joined Stu, taking him by surprise when you crashed your mouth on his. The kiss didn’t match the perfect mix of tenderness and intensity of Billy’s kisses, but it wasn't less enjoyable. He expertly hooks his hands under your knees and drags you on to his lap, swallowing the gasp you let out into his mouth, lips never leaving each other. You subconsciously pressed yourself further into Stu as his hands ventured up the sides of your thighs, guiding you on his lap.

You didn’t mean to drag the kiss for too long, not wanting to give Stu all your attention, but you started feeling his cock stiffen beneath his jeans and took it as your cue to pull back.

He groaned in protest. ‘’It was starting to get good…’’

‘’We have all night, there’s no rush,’’ you told him, crawling back to Billy and kissing him in turn.

Unlike with Stu, everything was easy with Billy. You knew what he liked and how to get him going, and vice versa. You slipped your hands under his shirt, your palms covering the soft planes of his stomach and chest while his tongue caressed yours, causing you to let little moans and sighs slip into his lips.

Stu watched excitedly, feeling his cock twitch underneath his jeans. He never thought he would be so turned on by watching his friends make out.

You tugged at Billy’s shirt, trying to pull it off. He broke the kiss and you helped him discard it, crashing your lips back on his right after.

For a moment, you almost forgot that someone else was there, watching and waiting. You blindly reached behind you to wave Stu over. He scooted toward you and nipped at exactly the right spot on your neck while you started to rock your hips against Billy, feeling his cock press at your core even under his jeans and underwear. His hands moved to your hips, following your moves and eliciting a beautiful groan from him.

The temperature was quickly rising in the living room, so you undid the buttons and peeled it off, revealing your delicate bra. A mewl escaped Stu’s lips at the sight, dying to unclasp your bra and see those tits he's been dreaming about. He reached for it, but before he could, Billy smirked and undid the clasp with one hand, letting your bra slide off your shoulders and breasts.

‘’How does it feel to live your dream?’’ you teased your friend, turning to give him a better view.

His eyes zeroed-in right on your full breasts, glistening like a kid getting the toy he wanted on Christmas morning. Without saying anything, Stu cupped them, slender fingers kneading into your tits and thumbs rubbing your nipples into hard peaks. You threw your head back as the contact sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.

While you and Stu were having a moment, Billy loomed behind you and started working on the button of your pants as he attached his lips to your neck, suckling on one spot and leaving a hickey behind. Your head rolled back on his shoulder, your soft moans evolving into a choked cry when Billy’s finger found your clit. He grinned against your neck, his erection digging into your ass.

Screams came from the TV, but you paid it no attention — no one was listening anymore —, pressing into Billy as he continued rubbing his finger over your clit and causing more slick to pool in your panties. They’re gonna be fucking soaked by the time you take them off.

‘’Give Stu some pleasure, baby. He looks left out,’’ Billy said into your ear.

You nodded and reached down for the growing bulge in Stu's pants, grasping at the firm mass beneath the fabric, forcing a whimper to escape Stu's lips as he finally felt some form of stimulation.

‘’Ah, fuck,’’ Stu breathed out.

Before taking things a step farther, the three of you moved to Stu’s bedroom. Stu led the way, eager to get the 'party' started and get his dick wet. You and Billy followed behind, a laugh bubbling out of your lips when he scooped you by your thighs and threw you on his shoulder.

When your ass touched the bed, you grabbed Stu by the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hard, swollen cock. It was more lean and lighter in color, but with a nice mushroom tip. You stroked it up and down before playing with the tip, a glint of mischief in your eyes as you watched it glisten with a bead of pre-cum.

‘’Mmh, keep doing that, babydoll.’’

Billy snuck behind his friend, a knowing smirk on his lips. ‘’Wait until she’s got her mouth around you.’’

He glanced down at you and you got the hint, getting off the bed and on your knees as the tall boy quickly pushed his clothes down to his ankles, then shrugged off his sweater seeing as it was getting in the way. The sight alone made Stu slightly dizzy. It wasn’t every day that your friend brags about how excellent his girlfriend is at giving blowjobs and lets you try.

You grabbed him and kitten-licked at the leaky slit of his cock, licking up all the pre-cum that dribbled out and sighing as the taste of him landed on your tastebuds. Stu hissed, getting pleasure from the small attention to his sensitive tip.

Now that Billy had bragged about your skills, you didn't want to make him come off as a liar. You needed to give Stu a blowjob worth remembering.

You moved to lick a broad stripe on the underside of his cock, lips wrapping around the tip before taking him inside your mouth. Your hands flew to Stu’s hips to steady yourself as you took him deeper into your mouth, your warm mouth enveloping him, causing Stu to groan and slid a hand through your hair, keeping a grip at the back of your scalp.

On the left, Billy palmed himself over his jeans, the sight of his girl on her knees making him even harder. He rid himself of his jeans and boxers, wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself — and relieve himself — while he watched Stu’s cock disappear past your lips slowly. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, making Billy wish it was his in your pretty mouth.

‘’What a little slut. Sucking your boyfriend’s friend's dick right in front of him,’’ Stu said, pushing you deeper on his cock and making your eyes water.

You took it all, letting him use you until his breathing fastened, getting close to cum. Your knees were starting to hurt on the wooden floor, but you didn’t stop and sucked Stu so hard he knew it was only a matter of time before your lips were covered in his come.

Once he did, you swallowed and released Stu’s cock with an audible pop, moving back with a sly grin, a string of saliva connected from your lips to his cock.

‘’Holy fucking shit!’’ he exclaimed as he released his grip from your hair and took a few moments to collect himself.

You glanced over at Billy, looking so pretty in his naked glory, and wiped your mouth.

‘’That’s my good girl,’’ he praised with pride in his eyes.

The corner of your mouth lifted up.

Billy pulled you up and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, catching the little bit of cum and you wrapped your mouth around it, sucking it clean. ‘’Get undressed, babe.’’

You didn’t have much clothes left on, just your pants, panties and socks.

Then, you got on the bed and pulled Billy with you. His mouth magnetically found yours and you spread your legs to give him room to get closer. He rubbed two fingers along your folds and his cock twitched as they got wet with your arousal.

‘’Mmh, that sweet little pussy’s so wet,’’ Billy said against your lips, sliding two fingers inside and making you instantly moan. His fingers knew exactly where to go and what to do.

Your hands came up his shoulders, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.

You felt the bed dip and Stu flopped on the bed, already getting hard again and wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself at the sight of you getting fingered. He couldn’t wait to be inside your tight wet pussy.

‘’Have you figured out who’s going where?’’ Stu asked, keeping his pace slow and steady.

Billy nodded, answering in your place as you grinded down against his fingers. He curled them, eliciting a series of mewls from you. ‘’You got any lube in here?’’ BIlly said over his shoulder.

Stu scrunched his face in mild disgust. ‘’Eh…no. Why the fuck would I have lube?’’

‘’For—’’

You forced yourself to hold your next moan. ‘’It’s okay,’’ you cut in. ‘’You…you’re good to go. I prepped before coming here.’’

Billy groaned, the thought of you prepping yourself making his dick twitch.

You had not planned for Stu to join, but you did plan ahead for a good night of sex with your boyfriend — including for anal. You didn’t do it very often due to the preparation it needed, but you liked it from time to time.

‘’I knew you wouldn’t have any on hand and I was not gonna let you stick it raw and risk ripping tissue. My ass is gonna be sore enough in the morning, I don’t want to sit on a bag of frozen peas like the first time,’’ you explained.

Stu looked between you and Billy. ‘’She’s let you in her backdoor?’’ he asked his friend, jealousy in his eyes. ‘’Tatum never lets me.’’

Billy grinned at you. ‘’Fuck, I love you.’’ He kissed you hard.

Stu situated himself on the bed, getting ready for you, and you climbed over his lap, facing him. You took hold of his dick and tapped the head of his cock over your clit to tease him, then down your folds, coating it with your slick.

Stu lowered his eyes to where your genitals were rubbing, cursing at the sight. ‘’Mmh, rub your sweet pussy on me.’’

You did it again and he smacked right over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

‘’Cut the teasing and get to it, will you?’’ Billy told the two of you.

He didn’t want to rush you, but he was the only one who didn’t get any preliminary care and he was starting to get impatient.

You nodded and lined Stu up at your entrance, secretly eager to know what it felt like inside you. You lowered yourself on his hard cock, swallowing him between your soaked folds.

Stu was unable to contain the groan crawling from the pit of his stomach as you finally bottomed out. ‘’God, you’re so tight,’’ he whispered. He felt every detail of you, from the way you clenched to your lower lips and your puffy bud just peeking from under its hood. A mischievous grin curled on his lips and he reached to rubbed your clit, making you moan and causing your walls to clench around Stu absentmindedly. ‘’Ahh, fuck.’’

Billy chuckled, knowing exactly what happened.

He came and positioned himself behind you. ‘’You good?’’

You nodded, rolling your hips and slowly riding Stu's length.

With a hand on your shoulder, Billy gently leaned you forward, getting you in a better position. He spat on his fingers and stroked himself a little, pre-cum mixing in, and lined it up with your ass, carefully slipping in and easing himself inside. It stung at first, making you curse Billy's girth.

‘’Fuck, you’re tight,’’ Billy gritted out.

He didn’t move, staying still as your body adjusted and then pushing more in. After a moment, the burning subsided, making its way into pleasure.

Billy gave the first thrust and sighed, feeling you tight around him. ‘’This is even better than last time.’’

Beneath you, Stu figured it was okay to do the same and thrust up, eliciting a soft moan from your mouth at the simultaneous sensations. You had never felt more full.

‘’How does that feel, babydoll?’’ Stu asked, watching your face twist with pleasure.

‘’Feels so fucking good. So fucking full.’’ You rocked back against Billy, signaling for him to go again.

He did and soon enough, Stu was snapping his hips up and ramming into you at fast speed while Billy grabbed firmly at your hips and drilled into you, your loud moans echoing through the four walls of the bedroom. Your body was in overload, every sense heightened, every feeling magnified.

‘’Fuck, right there!’’ you cried, throwing your head back as Billy smacked your ass cheek.

‘’You take our cocks so well,’’ Billy praised, seeing both himself and Stu slip in and out of your holes, eliciting a series of mewls from you. ‘’Looking so fucking good stuffed like that.’’

Unable to form words, you just moaned.

You would have wanted the intense pleasure to never stop, but all good things had an end. You gave the boys a warning that you were about to cum and, just as you were about to conclude, your walls clenched around Stu and he spilled inside you, joining you in your orgasm, cumming all over his cock as Billy continued his assault on your ass before following shortly.

You fell against Stu’s chest, completely and utterly exhausted. A wince of discomfort stretched across your lips when Billy pulled out. He smiled as he watched his cum slip out of you and dripped down to where Stu's softening cock was still inside you.

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darlingsfandom · 9 months ago

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ok this might be the BIGGEST ass kink ever and it’s okay if you aren’t comfortable writing it. how about ddlg with cillian where he forces her to grind her little cunt against his ass cheeks to get her off 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

You are dirty! I love you ✨ always come to me for these things

TW: ddlg, ass play, rimming! Not proofread.

“Daddy!” You came running into the bedroom until you came to a halt. Cillian was laying in bed with your pink teddy bear with a look on his face.

“Lookin for sumthin sweetheart?” He held the bear out for you to grab but quickly pulled it back making you pout. “Now I know this is your favorite but I couldn’t figure out why until I took a closer look… would you like to explain to daddy where your little bear here has a wet spot by its nose and smells just like yer cunt hmm?” He pursed his lips together as you stood nervously chewing your lip.

“I…” you stumbled your words because nothing was wanting to come out.

“Ya what sweetheart? Use your little teddy bear to get yerself off hmm?” Cillian tossed the bear onto the bed before he stood up and grabbed your wrist, pulled you close and looked into your eyes. “Ya wanna act like a dirty slut, yer gonna do just dat fer me got it!”

You quickly nodded as he undid his pants. His cock was begging to be let out of his boxers. You went to pull down his boxers but he slapped your hand away. “Greedy girl!”

Cillian pulled down his boxers a soft sigh falling out of his mouth when his cock was freed. He watched how you drooled over it even though you’ve seen it many times before. He let out a laugh at how pathetic you looked watching his cock. He circled you like a shark before he grabbed your skirt and yanked it down only to follow it up by ripping your panties. A shiver ran over your spine as the cool air hit your wet cunt. “And yer already so wet? Fucking slut.” He gripped your face in his hands making you look him in the eyes. “Since ya love being a dirty slut, yer gonna rub dat pretty cunt against my ass!”

Your eyes went wide. Did he really just say that? You blinked rapidly before nodding along. Cillian kissed you hard but not long enough for you to really feel it. After he was comfortable on his stomach he motioned for you to come over. You walked nervously over to him, climbed onto the bed and sat on your knees .

“How do I do it daddy?” You spoke softly as your fingers ran across his cheek.

“Ya really dat dumb sweetheart? Yer gonna rub yer pretty little cunt against my ass like ya would my thigh!” He snapped in a way that made you tingle.

You took a deep breath before swinging your leg over his and lowered yourself against his ass cheek. It was different than what you thought mostly because you’ve never thought about it. He was patient with you because it was your first time but it didn’t last long. He looked back over his shoulder to see you looking confused with sad eyes.

“Daddy, am I just supposed to rub myself ?” You asked quietly toying with your fingers. Cillian huffed.

“Dats exactly wut yer supposed to do, now please do it ! Before I have to spank you.” Cillian watched as you balanced yourself and began to rub your folds against his ass cheek. “Good girl.”

You placed your hand on his back for balance before you moved your hips faster feeling the slick leak out onto his ass made you feel dirty but in a good way. The way he was groaning below you encouraged you to keep going since he was enjoying it. Cillian loved how it felt to have your juices leaking onto him. The way your mouth hung open to moan, the way you looked fucked without even having his cock in you, it was a beautiful sight to behold and he was lucky to witness it.

“Daddy, this is making me tingle!”

“Good! That’s because yer my obedient little slut. I know wuts best fer ya!” He reached behind to spank your thigh which made you jump so he could take a quick glance at the wet spot that had doubled in size the longer you rubbed yourself out.

“What if I squirt daddy??” You whined feeling your orgasm build up.

“Then ya squirt on my ass! Are ya dat dumb now huh? Is being an obedient slut making you dat dumb?”

“I’m daddy dumb slut!” A smile appeared on your face which made him smile back at you before he seen that familiar face appearing. He knew you were close. The way your eyebrows furrowed together, how your nails were digging into his lower back, how your mouth was hanging.

“Cum for me ! Now !” He snapped at you and that’s all it took. Your body jolted up and with the angle you were at you soaked his ass, hip and watched as some dripped towards his hole as your squirt gushed out of you with a loud cry rippling from your throat. “Good girl! Now clean your mess.” You huffed before leaning down to run your tongue against his ass cheek. Cillian reached behind to grab your head and helped guided you across. You’re not sure what came over you but you found yourself on your knee behind him licking his ass cheeks until you reached his hole and that’s when the shock took over you! You felt that tingle between your legs as you found your self licking at his hole like it was your favorite meal.

“Oh baby! Dats a good girl yeah!” Cillian laid his head into the pillow as you ate his hole. You were spreading his ass cheeks while burying your face as deep as you could to get your tongue into it to make him feel good. Cillian used his hand to reach down and stroke his cock fast since his own orgasm was on the edge. Feeling your tongue eating his ass was driving him made. “Fucking dirty slut eating her daddy’s ass!” He pushed your face deeper inbetween his cheeks making you go breathless until he let go to which you pulled away to gasp for air and spit against the puckering hole.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Cillian sat up quickly and pushed you down so he could cum on your face and did he ever! By the time he was done cumming you looked like you had just been in a gang bang with how much cum he had built up. You licked your lips with a giant smile on your face as he panted above you.

“Ya did such a good job baby, let’s get ya cleaned up yeah?” Cillian helped you onto your feet and walked with you to the bathroom where the two of you took a warm loving shower to make sure you knew that he still cared about you.

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lunaekalenda · 2 years ago

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paternal figure

warnings: fem!reader, melusines call neuvillette "dad" (idk anymore what i'm doing), reader is referred as "partner" and some petnames by neuvi, purely selfish tbh.

The melusines think Neuvillette is the perfect dad. He cares for all of them, it's kind, soft and plays with them on his days off. He always pays visits and brings gifts to all of them, forgetting none, even the ones that already work in different points of Fontaine. The melusines love him as much as he loves them, that's why he's nervous when you both walk towards the little cave where they live. What if you don't like them? If they don't like you? If you get scared? If they get scared? Although they're kind by nature, he's afraid they have bad experience with humans and they reflect it towards you.

"Where are we going?" you ask again, smiling towards the man that walks in front of you, with a hand tangled on yours. He stops walking before taking air and your other hand, shiny eyes directly on yours. He's taking you there by surprise because he, the Iudex, the implacable man that looks for justice on Fontaine, was nervous as hell to tell you. It's such an important moment for him, to let you meet his family. After all, that's the best word to describe the bond that connects him, they'r their only parental figure, and all the little creatures that live a couple steps ahead.

"We're.... meeting my family today." He clears his throat, and you can't hide your surprise. Today? You didn't choose an special outfit or brought any gifts. You're about to scold your man when he keeps going. "They're a ton, and they're curious. They'll ask a ton of questions and the littlest ones will want to play with you all day long." he murmurs, taking his gaze to the entrance of the cave, too afraid to look at you. "Please, be patient with them, as much as you were with me." You catch his words easily, because he was a man that showed no feelings. It was hard at first, to get over the façade of confidence and seriousness to meet the warmest heart you could ever think of. "I'm sure they'll like you as much as I do"

Any scold words you had break down when he looks again at you. Sincerity, nervousness and a tony bit of anxiety mix on his eyes, the ones that never show anything more than confidence and love. You smile widely at him, excited by meeting his family, but afraid you won't be enough. Getting on your tip toes, you kiss his jaw before speaking.

"I really wanna meet them, Neuv. I'm sure they're amazing." he smiles sweetly, releasing one of your hands before walking again with the other still caged on his. "They are." he whispers, more for himself than for you.

You have only put a step inside the cave before you listen to tiny and quick steps. In front of you, a lot of little creatures run towards your man before hugging his legs. Their puffy hands and their little horns buried on his coat. You stay behind him smiling, looking at how all the little creatures surround him lovingly, without even noticing anything more than him. He kneels and they speak all at once.

"Can I show you my latest paint?"

"I baked cookies, do you want some?"

"Are you gonna play a little with us?"

"Can I remake your ponytail?"

He takes his gaze back to you, as he takes a second of silence to let all the melusines get his attention on him. He takes air.

"I wanna introduce someone to you." He says. Their tails move quickly, you wonder if excitedly or nervously, as Neuvillette stands up and walks towards you, taking your hand on his again and making you walk in between all the creatures. The closer you are, the more beautiful you think they are. Their big eyes scan you from head to toes, curious, and Neuvillette presses your waist softly, indicating you to crouch near them. You can hear his tiny voices speaking between them. "She's so pretty." "She seems so kind." "She looks like a princess." "Her smile is beautiful." You can only hear good words from their mouths, all of them still looking at you with adoration, when Neuvillette kneels near you. "She's my partner. Please, treat her kindly, although you always do." One of the melusines takes a couple steps ahead, smiling sweetly towards you. "Welcome to our village! Are you gonna stay to have dinner with dad?" you look back at Neuvillette, who nods with a smile, and you accept the invitation with a wide enthusiasm. The melusine takes your hand. "Come with me, I can cook something more if you don't like it." She takes you around the village, when other melusine follows. "Later can you come to my home? I can show you my coral collection!" Another one pops from behind her. "I also have marine makeup, I'm sure you would love to try it!"

The melusines take you home by home, showing you all types of things and curiosities, sharing everything they have with you and, although they're a tiny village, you feel so loved and accepted by everyone that you feel as if it was the most special place of all Teyvat. Sèdenne takes you back to her home, where the dinner will be hosted, and there you find Neuvillette, sitting on a near chair as a couple melusines take his hair on the characteristic low ponytail he has. He smiles widely when you arrive back, and once he's sure they're done, he stands up to meet you on the corridor. "How was it?" he whispers, softly, taking your chin on his hands. You smile towards him before he takes your lips on his, making all the melusians take their gazes away and blush. "It was amazing." You whisper back, and it's true. The melusines made you feel at home. "Should we take a seat?"

Sitting by his side on the table, with his hand on your thigh and the memory of his lips still on yours, all the melusines sit on the rest, while some of them chat with Neuvillette, excited and happy to be able to share their days with their favorite person in the world.

His smile while he listens shows how much he cares for all of them and the gesture alone makes you fall in love way more with him. With his softness, his respect, his love towards them. You could get used to this.

Once the dinner is done and you help them clean, Neuvillette takes your waist, as a signal to leave. Some of the melusines yawn, but they don't want to stop talking with both of you yet. Neuvillette hugs every single one of them, and they run towards your arms right after. "Don't leave, please" "At you coming with him every day?" "Please, visit us more!" were some of the words shared with you. When you left, the tiny melusines share how happy their dad looks and how perfect you seem as the mom role they'll always missed.

#genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #neuvillette #neuvilette x you #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette fluff #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader

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quillcraftconquer · 15 days ago

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Beneath Us Part 6 (Ghost x Reader)

Sorry everyone, I'm on a roll with this series lol. I'll update the K9 series next. Also, this one has smut in it, so TW!

Pt. 5

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The clock on the far wall blinked 03:13, casting a faint red glow across the room. I shoved the blanket off and swung my legs over the side of the bunk, the concrete floor cold against my feet even through my socks. Grabbing my sweatshirt off the bedpost, I slipped it on and made my way out.

I rubbed my hands together for warmth as I padded toward the kitchen, already craving a mug of tea.

I lifted my eyebrows in surprise when I entered. Ghost was flat on his back, half under the sink, his boots braced against the floor and a wrench in hand. The dark hem of his shirt rode up slightly to reveal his pale skin.

"Didn’t think anyone else was stupid enough to be up this early," I said, leaning against the doorway.

Ghost let out a grunt.

I padded across the room and hoisted myself up onto the counter. The old wood creaked under my weight, but I stayed there, swinging one boot idly in the air.

"You always get up early to fix sinks?” I asked.

Another grunt.

"I get it." I said after a moment. "Maverick does the same thing. Stays up late and works on shit. Not really a morning person."

The wrench clattered loudly against the pipe, and Ghost pulled it free with a muttered curse under his breath. He shifted to adjust his grip, his boots scraping lightly against the floor.

"You and Maverick seem close," he muttered.

“"Yeah," I said, shrugging even though he couldnt see me, "he’s my brother-in-law."

“What?” Ghost blurted, letting out another curse as he shot up too fast, the front of his head cracking hard against the underside of the sink.

I winced as the sharp metallic clang echoed through the kitchen.

"Since when?" he snapped.

"Since when what?" I asked, frowning.

Ghost dragged a hand down his face, shaking his head.

"Not… not since when," he muttered, "I meant how long have they been married?"

"They’ve been married seven years now," I said. "Got a one year old son. Little hellraiser already."

He just sat there on the floor, staring up at me, wrench limp in his gloved hand. Then, as if snapping out of it, Ghost dropped his gaze and grunted. Without a word, he shoved the wrench back into the tangle of pipes and slid under the sink again

"You got any kids?"

"No," I said. "Just a dog."

"Would’ve figured you for a cat person."

"Close enough," I said, leaning back on my palms. "He's a Pomeranian, basically a cat. I always thought about getting a cat, but my boyfriend back then, Simon, was allergic. I guess after that I just never really thought about it again.”

Below the sink, Ghost went completely still.

I glanced down, expecting some sort of grunt in response, but the only thing I saw were the worn soles of his boots, unmoving.

"You alright down there?" I asked, trying to joke. "Need me to call for backup?"

"Fine," he muttered, the wrench clanging against the pipes again. "They make allergy shots now. For cat allergies."

"You have a cat?" I asked, unable to hide the smile tugging at my mouth.

He shrugged, or at least it looked like a shrug from where his boots jutted out. "Stray. Found her a couple years back. Couldn’t leave her."

"What's her name?" I asked, genuinely curious now.

"Smudge."

Ghost pushed himself up from under the sink. He rotated his shoulder once, flexing it like the cramped space had stiffened him up, and reached out to turn the tap.

Water gushed cleanly from the faucet, the earlier leak nowhere to be seen. Ghost tested it carefully, running his gloved fingers under the stream. Satisfied, he gave the knob a small twist to shut it off.

He grabbed the battered metal kettle off the stove, filled it under the newly-fixed faucet, and set it back on the burner with a clatter.

"I’m gonna grab a shower," I said, pushing myself off the counter. "Before the rest of the base wakes up and the hot water’s gone."

Ghost didn’t say anything, just nodded once.

The shower room door creaked as I pushed it open. Someone had put up a row of shower curtains. They hung from rusted metal rods hastily rigged across the stalls, thin but enough to give a little privacy. The smell of damp concrete and industrial soap filled my nose as I stripped down, tossing my clothes into a loose pile by the wall. The water sputtered when I twisted the knob, then rushed out, filling the stall with a thick cloud of steam.

I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead to the cool tile, letting the water roll over me. My mind kept slipping back to the way Ghost hands had closed around my waist yesterday, the heat of him bleeding straight through the fabric of my sweatshirt. To the way his shirt had ridden up when he twisted under the sink. A shudder rolled through me, this one having nothing to do with the heat of the water.

Ghost's face materialized in my mind, those piercing brown eyes boring into me. I felt my nipples harden, my breath quickening as I imagined his gaze on me. My hand drifted down my body, fingers trailing over my skin as I pictured his hands doing the same.

“Fuck,” I muttered, My fingers found their way between my legs, and I let out a soft gasp as I began to touch myself. “This is wrong.”

Simon was gone. This wasn't cheating. It wasn't wrong.

Still, it felt wrong.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to picture Simon’s face.

Simon hovers above me, his breath hot against my neck as he eases inside, inch by inch, filling me with a stretch that makes my toes curl.

"Fuck, you're so tight around me," he whispers, his voice husky, eyes locked on mine like I'm the only thing that matters. His hands roam my skin, one cupping my breast while the other grips my hip, pulling me closer. "That's it, love, move with me," he urges, his lips brushing mine. "Fuck, you're driving me wild."

My fingers moved faster, my body responding to the scenario playing out in my head. I could almost feel Ghost's - No, Simon’s, tongue tracing the curves of my breasts, his teeth nipping at my nipples, gloved hand roaming over my body.

No, not gloved.

Simon.

My back arched, my hips bucking against my hand as I chased the orgasm building inside me.

“Fuck, Ghost.” I whimpered, a moan escaping my lips as I came, my back collapsing against the tile. I laid against it for a moment, trying to catch my breath.

My chest ached. I stood there, the water still pounding down around me, staring up at the ceiling through burning eyes.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Simon was dead. Gone.

And here I was, touching myself to the thought of a man I barely knew. I slammed the water off, grabbing the thin towel from the hook outside the curtain and roughly dried myself off.

I lifted my head, confused. I glanced back at the shower. I knew I had turned it off.

Another shower was still running.

I wrapped the towel tightly around myself and stepped out, my bare feet slapping against the concrete floor. There, folded neatly besides my pile of clothes I had discarded, was Ghost’s mask.

Panic and mortification clawed at me, but before I could do anything, the sharp squeal of a knob twisting off echoed through the empty shower room. Ghost emerged from the mist, a fresh, dry mask already pulled down over his face. The rest of him was completely bare except for a towel slung low across his hips, water still clinging to his skin. Scars marked deep into his flesh, old wounds crossing his ribs, his shoulder, and curling up along his abdomen. Parts of his skin were warped, the flesh darker in patches where it was burned.

"I'm…" I stammered, cheeks burning, "I'm sorry, that was... that was unprofessional, I-"

"Could've made it even better for you, love. All you had to do was ask." Ghost interrupted me.

I let out a weak laugh and blurted out the first stupid thing that jumped into my scrambled brain.

"Guess I'll... uh... put in a request form next time?"

Jesus Christ. A request form? What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Bring it to me yourself. Might need a demonstration."

I stood there frozen, staring at him like an idiot as my brain refused to process what he just said.

He reached for his clothes and dropped the towel from his hips. It hit the concrete floor with a wet slap.

My mouth opened and a half-gasp, half-wheeze escaped my lips. I slapped my hand over my eyes like it would somehow erase the sight already burned into my retinas.

"Oh my God," I gasped, the sound high and strangled. I spun around so fast my towel nearly slipped, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the rustle of him dressing behind me.

My face was burning, my entire body vibrating with embarrassment.

"Could think about me just fine in the shower, but can’t handle the real thing, huh?"

I spun around and found him sitting on the bench, fully dressed. He leaned back, arm thrown across the back of it casually.

“Get dressed.”

“Here?” I choked out. “In front of you?”

Ghost tilted his head. “Yeah. You’re not shy now, are you?”

Swallowing hard against the lump in my throat, I bent down to grab my clothes from the bench. My hands fumbled awkwardly with the fabric. I opened my mouth and let the words spill out without thinking.

"So, uh," I said brightly, “I heard Ethan and MacTavish are trying to smuggle some alcohol on base. I mean, if they get caught, I am not bailing them out, I don’t care how drunk they are-"

I yanked my underwear up, heart racing so fast it made me dizzy. I grabbed my pants, forcing one leg in, then the other, nearly tripping over myself in the process.

"Honestly," I rushed on, tugging the waistband into place with frantic movements, "They’re all probably gonna regret it tomorrow when Price chews their asses out, but hey, morale’s important, right? Nothing boosts morale like terrible whiskey."

I pulled my shirt over my head, my hands shaking so badly it took me two tries to get the sleeve on properly. My damp hair stuck to my neck.

"And technically," I said breathlessly, yanking the hem of my shirt down, "technically I think they’re only breaking about...three base regulations? Maybe four if someone ends up shooting someone, but honestly, that seems pretty unlikely, right?”

Ghost was still sitting on the bench, elbows braced on his knees, hands loosely clasped between them. His mask was tilted just slightly towards me, digesting every word spilling uselessly from my mouth.

“I mean, the last time that happened was in Karskaya and it wasn’t even our fault-"

“Your shirts on backwards.” Ghost interrupted me. I glanced down at the front of my shirt, the tag hanging out the collar.

Before I could even think of a response, Ghost rose from the bench, turned, and walked out, his boots thudding softly against the concrete as he disappeared into the hallway.

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camilyscove · 9 months ago

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LONG AWAITED . POPE HEYWARD ꩜

trope : best friends to lovers

genre : fluff , a little angst .

summary : you and pope are best friends, however when he finally expresses his feelings for you, you’re ready to be more than that.

YOU COULD NEVER GET OVER just how much you really needed pope in your life.

you couldn't count with your fingers how many times he had been there for you, gotten in trouble with his dad because he always ran off with you rather than doing his chores. and you loved him for that.

when you two were kids, you guys were the ultimate duo. you were outside, running around on the playground until you got into a heated argument with some other kid. it ended with you pushing them down the slide, causing the tears to flow and one of the teachers making you sit inside.

you huffed and complained as the teacher told you that the rest of your recess time would be spent in the isolated library. you rolled your eyes when she turned her back, putting up your pinky-finger at her while sticking out your tongue.

you, being a bright extrovert that never knew when to shut her mouth, couldn't help but notice the only other person in the empty library without speaking to him. he was peering at you from above his book, curious and a little surprised.

your eyes widened, and you quickly slid down into the seat next to him. "don't tell her I did that. I'm already in big trouble," you whispered into his ear. he moved away, a weird look on his face.

"you do know that the whole 'chinese middle finger' hoax, isn't real, right?"

your face was blank. "huh?"

"putting up your pinky finger isn't an alternative for the middle finger."

"does that mean you're gonna snitch?" you questioned, squinting at him. he sighed, shaking his head.

"thanks. I hate that teacher. she's always on my cheeks."

"your.. cheeks?"

"it's an alt— alter—“

"alternative?"

"yeah, that, for," you leaned in closer, glancing around to make sure nobody else was there, and even though there wasn’t, you lowered your voice, “ass."

pope stared at you. he had never heard anyone— especially a girl— say that, except his dad, and that was a one-time thing. you giggled, a mischievous smile on your lit-up face.

"anywayyyyy," you said in a sing-song voice, "whatcha' doin' in here?"

"reading and studying."

"why?"

he knitted his eyebrows together, tilting his head to the side a bit. "because i have a pop-quiz."

"i thought pop quiz means you don't know about it."

"yeah, it does."

"then how come you know?"

"because I'm smart. duh," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. you scoffed, "I'm smart, too. and I didn't know about it."

pope gave you a nasty look before going back to his book. you sighed, spinning his pen between your fingers and observing the library you were in. it had that dewey smell of old books, and the ceiling was high. you could see the playground from the tall windows, and you longed to be out there, joining games of telephone and freeze-tag. however you had no ounce of self-control, at least not enough to take some random kid’s bullshit.

you figured this boy went to library everyday during recess, considering you had never seen him on the black-top, in the fields playing dodge-ball, or on the playground. and that's what every normal kid did.

"hey," you mumbled, poking his arm with the pen. he hummed softly, paying no attention to you. you spoke up, anyway. "are you an alien?"

his eyes slowly trailed up your face before they landed on your own. he didn't respond, instead just staring at you as if you were the weirdest, most stupid person he had ever came in contact with.

"what's your name, alien?"

"pope. and I'm not an alien."

"that 'kinda sounds like an alien name, pope."

"it's really not."

after a short moment of silence, you smiled.

"hey, you're actually pretty cool. I'm not 'tryna be mean. just curious. I've never seen you outside with everyone else, but if you ever do, you can always play with me."

he didn't answer, instead deciding to turn away from you, but nobody could miss the faint smile that played on his lips.

pope chose to ignore you for the next twenty-five minutes of recess, tuning out your constant rambling about literally anything that popped up on your mind. even though he barely paid attention to what you were saying, he quickly learned that you truly had no filter. but he liked it. so for the next week, you had purposely gotten in trouble to talk to him in the library, your smile becoming the highlight of his day. (even though he'd never admit that.)

you started waving at him in the hallways, inviting him to sit next to you at lunch with your friends. you even began to read a book he was, just so you guys could be ‘twinsies.'

and soon enough, he was welcomed into the friend group that consisted of jj maybank, kiara carrera, and john b routeledge.

and now, you were sitting on the hammock outside of the château, pope right next to you. your head was buried in the crook of his neck, and he softly played with your hair.

the sunset was gorgeous. you and pope spent the day boating and swimming, watching tv and eating snacks on the couch of your home before going back to the château. all the pogues were there; john b and jj and kie and sarah. they were drinking out of beer-bottles and laughing while they got high on some weed jj stole. while you’d usually join them, you wanted to just relax in the arms of your best friend.

it felt perfect, the gentle touch of pope’s fingertips brushing against your hair, while you breathed in his scent of sea-salt and faded cologne.

“hey, y/n?” pope said, his voice soft. you opened your eyes, humming in reply, to show you were listening.

“remember when i told you about me and kie?”

you nodded. he was talking about how he kissed kie.

it hurt, when you he told you.

you remember how all the hope you had of possibly becoming more than just best friends with pope had all but vanished. his words felt like being punched in the gut. the rejection stung, you became bitter. you began to wonder if anyone would ever see you more than just a friend.

it hit you then, when he told you in the dead of night that he kissed kie, that you didn’t just like pope. you didn’t just have a small crush on him. you were in love with pope. you’d defend him when he wasn’t around, you would laugh with him and go through crazy shit with him. the features of his face were carved into your mind, impossible to forget. when you made him smile or laugh, you felt proud. you were making him happy, not kie. not any other girl.

you.

so why couldn’t he choose you?

because he was your best friend. and he saw you as just that.

it might’ve been a greedy thought, but you just wanted more.

“i don’t like her that way.”

you blinked, shifting underneath his arm to look up at him. you tried to meet his eyes, but he was clearly avoiding eye-contact. you figured he was lying.

“oh,” you replied, and you hoped the uncertainty in your voice didn’t show.

it was quiet for a moment, and you tried not to let it bother you.

“i don’t think i ever liked her that way.”

his words hung in the air, and you couldn’t help but not believe him. you sighed softly, biting down on your bottom lip, trying not to remind him of how he’d get that look on his face when he saw kie; like he was in an unbreakable trance.

“you know, that, right, y/n?” he asked, his voice barely audible. there was a slight tremble in his voice, and you feared it was your fault,

“yes, pope.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“okay, well, i’m not buying it. are you seriously telling me that the whole ‘i’m in love with kie’ thing wasn’t real? that you never liked her?”

“yes? i was just.. i always thought no girl would want to be with me. so kie was different. i never—“

“okay, pope. i believe you, alright?” you scoffed, sitting up in the hammock.

pope stared at you. “you’re my best friend—“

“yeah, no shit—“

“can you just listen, y/n?” you shut up, trying your hardest not to get up and join the rest of the pogues. that beer and weed were looking real good right about then.

“i was always scared to tell you. afraid that it would ruin our friendship and you’d never wanna be around me anymore. but i like you. no— scratch that, y/n. i fucking love you. i always have. but you’re just.. too good for me. too pretty and too cool and too— everything. you’d never choose me. i knew that.”

“pope..” you whispered, but he quickly shook his head.

“no. let me talk. if im going to do this, then let me talk.”

you nodded a little, your heartbeat going one hundred miles per hour. he loved you.

he really did.

“i thought that maybe if i got with kie, then you’d realize i could be more than just your best friend, that i could do anything a good boyfriend would. but then she dropped me. and i was scared that you would think it was because i wasn’t good enough. but i want you to know that kie is my best friend. you.. you’re like, the love of my life. it’s corny but—“

“just shut up,” you said suddenly.

you pulled him in, slinging your arm around his neck as you came in contact with his lips. they were softer than you expected, and your lips moved together in sync passionately.

you couldn’t believe this was finally happening. after years and years of dreaming of this one moment, it finally came to you.

when you pulled away, pope tried to chase your lips, but you placed a hand on his lips with a laugh. “geez, eager much?”

pope rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around you, embracing you as tight as he could.

“i love you, y/n. i love you so much,” he whispered into you ear, his head laying on yours. the corners of your plump lips from kissing pope curved up in a sweet smile.

“i love you, too, pope.”

and when you finally pulled away from the hug, you couldn’t help but admire the eyes of the boy who had been yours from the start.

#camilyscove #pope heyward #pope heyward obx #pope heyward outer banks #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x fem!reader #x fem!reader #obx fic #outer banks fic #obx #outer banks #pope heyward fic #pope heyward fluff #pope heyward angst #❀

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moon7jay · 1 year ago

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i have big boobs and i just feel like heeseung a boob guy ( just feeding into my delusions ) like he’s OBSESSED with tits he constantly needs to be sucking, touching, looking or even fucking tits. if he isn’t able to do any of those things he becomes a whiny mess:( begging you to let him do something to your gorgeous big tits i also lowkey feel like he like to show his partner off so he would make them wear something that shows there boobs off letting everyone know that there his.

i might have went insane…….. can i be ⚫️anon?

Yes ofc ⚫ anon, here u go!

MINORS DNI

Let me tell u that hee IS definitely a boob guy, I just feel like he would go cross eyed if you wore anything with a deep neckline around him, just straight up drooling. It's like his thoughts are limited when your tits are in his line of vision- suck or fuck.

And don't get me wrong, not only in a sexual manner, he would also be obsessed with your boobs in a literal manner, hands always under your top, just squeezing on them, like a form of stress relief.

He had a bad day? Best believe he's gonna be nuzzling his face In those titties, arms around your waist while he rants to u about his day. There's not a better place to die to him than in between your tits.

But he's also a horny man and you are a carefree girl just prancing around your apartment without a bra on, not noticing how your boyfriend's eyes are laser focused on them beauties, his mind not registering a single word jake is telling him on the phone, quickly hanging up on him to rush to your side. Caging you against the kitchen counter, hands already kneading your boobs, dick rock hard and throbbing in his sweats as he tells you how bad he needs u to give him a titty fuck.

You know how needy he gets for you and u always use it to your advantage, getting him to do things which he won't do in normal situations

"Will u let me tie u up? " U ask him, smiling triumphantly at the way his eyes track the necklace with his initial sitting so prettily between your cleavage it makes him groan out loud

"Anything, do anything with me darling"

And u do. Tying him up and edging him till he's a whiny mess, just rubbing your tits against his dick, giving him enough friction to make him leak precum but not enough to cum.

You run his swollen cockhead on your pebbled nipples and then take your own nipple into your mouth, just moaning around it, all the while maintaining eye contact with his desperate lust blown eyes

"U wish u could do that huh baby?" u giggle as he nods vigorously

"u have no fucking idea"

When tears start falling from his eyes with how good his cock feels being fucked by your plush tits, you finally decide to give him much needed relief and squeeze your tits tighter, lubricating your cleavage with your saliva, making it extra wet and messy for him.

And when u lick his cum off of your chest with your fingers after he busts a nut on you, he swears he sees heaven. The initial of his name around your neck covered in his cum makes him feel like a caveman.

Possessiveness wise too, he acts like a caveman tho. Will never control what u wear but if u decide to flaunt your curves and cleavage while y'all are out, u bet that heeseung's territorial hand around your waist ain't going nowhere the entire night. His 6 feet long figure hovering over you, feeling proud that u are his, never afraid to show you off but eyeing down every eye that rests more than a few seconds on u.

You definitely are in good hands. Your boobs too.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #lee heeseung #enha #⚫anon

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xtarmanderx · 4 months ago

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Moodboard tag game!

Gosh, I was tagged a lot to do this so I hope I don’t forget anyone. Thanks to @herrmannhalsteadproduction, @30somethingautisticteacher, @typicalopposite, @sunnywithachanceofbi, and @jamieroyjamieroy for the tags!

Because I got so many, I made 3 different moodboards/aesthetics so I’m gonna post them below, along with fic snippets. Not gonna tag anyone to play because I feel like most of the people I’d tag have already done this because of everyone else lol. But if you see this, consider it your personal invitation to join in!

meet me in your thoughts where no one will ever catch us {save me from this hell}

Rocker spits out a mouthful of blood, tipping his head down against his chest. In this position, there’s not much he can do. His arms are restrained above his head, his feet are solidly planted on the ground - but not for long, if his captors want to go another round with him - and he’s been stripped down to just his boxers. He’s soaked, fine tremors still running through him from their last round of shock therapy combined with water, where he’d bitten through part of his tongue and cheek and is now trying not to choke on his own blood. Right now, every part of him is decorated black and blue. He knows it won’t be long until someone finds out he’s missing, he just prays they can find him soon enough. Hopes to god that Luca won’t be the one coming through that door.

like a tidal wave, i’ll pull you in and cover you with my love

“Yep. You’ve got three and a half weeks to figure something out. Good luck.” Tan claps a friendly hand onto his shoulder before he turns, exiting the armory. Shaking his head, Rocker returns to taking inventory of the armory. He taps the end of his pen against his lips, chewing briefly on it, and scratches a few notes down. He’s about halfway through his list when he hears a familiar gait behind him.

“Rocker!” Luca crows, throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Hey man, you get your name for the gift thing?” He asks, leaning his full weight on the younger man. Rocker shifts, pressing back to support him better, and nods his head while a flush crawls over his cheeks. “Tell me who you got.” Luca says, lips almost brushing over his ear. It takes everything in him not to shiver or give the man a reaction.

i’m scared of where this will go but god please don’t let me go

For a moment, all he feels is an overwhelming surge of grief. He grips at the counter, head spinning and heart racing, and digs his nails in until his fingers turn white. Tommy’s not the first to walk out on him. No, that was Abby. Then it was Ali. And maybe it didn’t go down that way in Taylor, but they’d both walked away when things started to get hard. And now Tommy’s gone and Buck…Buck knows without question that his life will never be the same.

Josh asked if he loved Tommy. He hadn’t known it in that moment, but the answer is yes. Even with grief hammering beneath his rib cage, the answer is yes. Because he loves that man with every fiber of his being. He sees a white picket fence in the future, two curly haired children chasing each other around the yard. He sees Tommy’s hair turning gray and the two of them sipping craft beers on the front porch in matching rocking chairs that Tommy has made himself and let Buck paint. He sees an entire future stretched over decades and knows that this time, he’s not letting someone he loves walk away.

#tag game #ruca #tevan #BuckTommy #my aesthetics #donovan rocker #dominique luca #tommy kinard #evan buckley #my fics

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reashot · 2 years ago

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Jaune Phone Call with Papa Arc.

Team JNPR Dorm Room.

Jaune: I'm gonna fail this assignment because my dad won't open up.

Ren: Me and Nora going to fail because our parents were killed because of a Grimm attack.

Pyrrha: Wow I didn't knew that Ren. I'm sorry to hear that. And are you doing Nora's homework?

Nora: Fo'sho. What? You expect me to do my own homework? Please think even less of me.

Ren: Look Jaune, back on topic. A lot of people feel more comfortable talking about personal things when it's not face-to-face.

Nora: Maybe you should try calling your dad.

Jaune: I guess it's worth a shot...

*ring* 🎶

Mistralian Restaurant.

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: H-hey dad. What'chu up to?

Papa Arc: Eating lunch. I just needed a break from work you know. Lately I've been thinking about all the people I've had to kill...

God. The first, five, ten times you take a life it's eerie you remember every detail. I can see all their faces. One had a beard. Each time I pulled the trigger I tied a little knot in my memory no amount of whiskey could loosen...

Nora: *Scoots away from the phone call*

Papa Arc: Of course eventually I stopped caring. Now I can put a bullet through a man's head while figuring out how much VFC to pick up on my way home. It's usually no more than a bucket.

Pyrrha: 😱

Papa Arc: The sick part is I've come to love it. Snuffing out lives. I crave it. I feel like an angel of death, the messenger of eternal darkness, a merciless demon with an unquenchable... Oh! They just put more orange chicken on the Buffett gotta run. *phone ended.

Nora: *Hiding under the bed*

JPR: *Stunned in place*

Back in the Dorm Room

Jaune: I can't turn this in. It's all about my dad killing people.

*someone enters into the room*

Yang: What is this about killing people?

Pyrrha: Hey Yang, it's nothing we're trying to finish our assignment.

Weiss: I already finished mine ages ago. What took you guys so long?

Ren: We're trying to get Jaune's dad to talk about what happened during his time, but so far he's being "uncooperative"...

Blake: How is he being "uncooperative?"

Nora: *shivering* You don't want to know....

Ruby: Oh, maybe I can help you with your dad? 🙂

Jaune: *rub Ruby's head* It's okay Ruby. It's my assignment after all. You don't have to do anything to help me.

Ruby: *purr* 😸 (Oh yeah, that's the stuff... Run my head like you own me. 😚)

Ren: Call your dad again and get him to talk about something else.

*ring* 🎶

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: Hey dad.

Papa Arc: Son, glad you called. I was kind of bumming thinking about your mom.

Jaune: W-what, why?

Yang: (Isn't she the hot one?)

Papa Arc: *sigh* I feel like our lovemaking has lost all its intimacy. We're not attuned to each other's love energy, we're just slamming away...

Jaune: Dad! I'm here with the girls on speakerphone.

Blake: (Don't interrupt him! 😾)

Papa Arc: Hey girls! So, Lovemaking sure can turn into sex without you even noticing it. And why not sex with your mom feels great!

*Team RWBY starts circling in to listen closely.*

Papa Arc: It's easy to think, maybe there is love and then there's the performer in me always trying to get your mom turned on.

Weiss: (Scandalous...)

Papa Arc: I pull her hair, choke her lightly or not so lightly.

Ruby: (I wish Jaune will do that to me one day.🥵)

Jaune: Dad! When you were my age. What was the cost of a loaf of bread.

Papa Arc: The focus becomes how hot she gets. How many times I can make her shudder with pleasure.

RWBY: *giggling*

Jaune: Allright this is enough... *gets tackled to the ground*

Ruby: Don't, disturb your dad! 😠 *gag Jaune's mouth*

Jaune: *muffled scream*

Yang: Dad. What do mom boobs look like?

Papa Arc: I'll tell you Yang they're perfect. Creamy, twins with faint blue veins running over them like cooling streams I can wash my face in it...

Yang: Oh that's hot.... *starts rubbing herself.*

Blake: Hmmph! You never get this hot when you're with me...

Yang: Really? Maybe I should change that then... *long sensual kiss*

So how do you like it my kitty cat?

Blake: ... It's a start. *return kiss*

Ren: Shouldn't we stop this?

Nora: What! No I say we join in and turned it into an orgy.

Ren: Wait, what? *gets mounted by Nora*

Papa Arc: Of course it still wasn't enough for the both of us...

Ruby: So Jaune... Now that everyone are enjoying themselves. Maybe you want to do it with me too? 😊

Jaune: Ruby I...

Pyrrha: You can't! b-because Jaune is mine... *kiss Jaune*

Ruby: *gasp* (How could Pyrrha NTR Jaune away from me? He's mine I saw him first!😫)

Papa Arc: ... And even then we still weren't satisfied. It got so bad your mom decided to bring another woman into our bed to spice things up, as she puts it. Oh, the looks on your mother's face as I plow the other woman in front of her. Turns out your mom likes to look.

Ruby: (Could that be the solution. Me, Jaune and Pyrrha? I mean I do find the both of them to be extremely hot... Ah, who am I kidding. YOLO.) Pyrrha. Can you let me join with you and Jaune? 😇

Pyrrha: Well since you ask nicely...

Jaune: Wait, what do you mean by that? Pyrrha, Ruby why are the two of you looking at me like that??! No, no, no, stay away!!!

Weiss:

(No one wants to be with me 😢)

Papa Arc: And that's why Jaune you probably have another half-sibling running around right now... Oh, you having an Orgy in there? Don't let me stop you, son. But do remember to use protection. Unless you want to have an unexpected surprise like me. But seriously use a condom or I will castrate you... Oops. Gotta go Jaune. My egg fooyong is finally here.

Beacon Academy.

Cardin: ... That's why my Dad walked out of his Dad's funeral & I will walk out of my dad's funeral!

Peter: Great presentation Cardin. Now Jaune you're up. Show me your report on your father.

Jaune: I-I'm sorry, Professor Port but my dad wasn't really willing to answer the questions.

Peter: Nonsense young man. I give you an entire week. What were you even doing all those time?

Ruby: More like what haven't we been doing? 🤭

Pyrrha: *giggle* Stop it Ruby, you going to get us into trouble.

Ruby: I can't help it Pyr. So. Same thing tonight? 😉

Pyrrha: Most definitely, we're not going to let Jaune get any sleep tonight. If you know what I mean.

Peter: Why if I don't know any better, I think you are trying to get out of this assignment?

Jaune: Okay. Is that what you think? Okay professor Port here we go.

*Walks up to the front of the class*

Jaune: *click* Hey dad, I'm calling in front of my history class. So who was the councilman when you were a kid?

Papa Arc: Oh, I don't know but I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently. And why not. What so great about living? You know when I'm happy? For about five seconds when I first wake up. Before I remember who I am and what my life is about. Anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not. I don't know if there's an afterlife. But who cares. Nothingness couldn't be worse than my meaningless March through my empty days.

Jaune: You see professor Port... Professor Port?

Peter: He's right, it's pointless, Salem will kill us all... Life Dismissed. *jumps through the window*

Nora: I guess class is over?

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ellethespaceunicorn · 2 years ago

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There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Title: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Syverson x Female!Reader

Word Count: 951

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Warnings: apocalypse AU, accidental pregnancy, language

A/N: A submission for @the-slumberparty BINGO challenge. My bingo squares include beach day, family friend, accidental pregnancy, and apocalypse. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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As you sit just past where the water rushes on the beach, you can feel the mist of the water on your face. Sea salt is in the air, and you relish the smell. You can remember coming to the coast with your family as a child.

Of course, that was before the world decided to end. Before you had to change your entire way of life in the blink of an eye.

Now, moments like this are but a distant memory. Your shoes are off. Your toes are buried in the sand. Saliferous wind from the ocean is blowing through your hair. Next to you is a duffel bag full of essentials, at least what you could grab on short notice.

Escaping the compound turns out to be a bit trickier than you had hoped. But with a close friend at the guard station, you sneak by and out of the gates without a second glance. You make it out of town before dawn, watching the sun rise over the water.

By now, you know that your superior officer will be conducting roll calls and noticing your absence. You did not care enough to go back, but you wish your brain would stop letting you worry about what was going through their brains.

‘Is she alive?’ For now, yes.

‘Did she go alone?’ Technically, no.

The distant sound of tires on gravel does not surprise you. Neither does the noise of the rusty truck door opening and closing. The softness of sand being kicked up by big boots creeps up to the side of you. You do not have to look up to know who is next to you, but you do anyway.

The dusty old camouflage pants with thigh holster and sweaty brown plain t-shirt gave him away in an instant, but your eyes continue higher. His unruly beard covers his irked expression, his mouth set to one side as he chews his inner cheek. You’ve known him long enough that he chews his cheek whenever he gets upset.

He looks down into your eyes and you watch as they wander across your form.

“Your brothers are worried sick about ya. I told ‘em I would come to look for ya,” He sits down in the sand next to you, “Runnin’ ain’t gonna fix our little problem.”

“Our problem, Sy? First, it is not our problem. Second, it is not a problem. It is a baby. And this baby wasn’t exactly planned, I understand that. But I don’t expect you to do anything. We can get by on our own.” Your voice breaks and you hate that your eyes are blurry with unshed tears.

“I wasn’t callin’ the baby a problem. And if ya think I’m lettin’ ya raise this little hellion on yer own, yer outta yer damn mind. Now, yer brothers are my best friends in this whole damn world. And yes, they’d kill my ass if they knew I got you pregnant. But they’d resurrect me and kill me again if they knew I’d let ya off on yer own. Shit, I’d kill my ass too.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, but it does nothing to stop the fat tears that escape when you blink your eyes. The shuddering breath you take is enough to have Sy scooting closer to you and bringing you into his arms.

“Don’t cry, Sweetness. We’ll figure this out. Together,” He kisses your forehead and snakes a hand down to your stomach, “Let’s give ‘em a chance, alright? Make a better world for ‘em and all that nonsense. I can’t fathom losing both of ya, let alone either of ya.”

“We should have been more careful—”

“Well, we weren’t bein’ careful. And now, we got a kid on the way. So what? Every time we face a little trouble, you gonna run?” He wipes away your tears, looking into your eyes again.

“I’m really scared, Sy. What are we going to do?” The tremble in your voice has Sy holding you tight.

“Well, to start, we tell yer brothers about the baby. Then, whaddya say we go over to the doctor, have everything looked at? Make sure he’s growing fine and everything.”

You laugh, not able to hold your amusement. “He? You already know it’s going to be a boy?”

“Well, ya know my folks had five boys. Yer parents had two before they had ya. Odds are it’s gonna be a boy, Sweetness.”

“I’m a little shocked. What changed your mind about everything? You were not this verbal when I told you yesterday.”

He bites his lip, looking out at the sea before answering. “I guess I was too scared to admit how I felt about ya. And then, outta nowhere, you give me the best gift in the world, and I didn’t know how to handle it,” He takes a shaky breath, then continues, “I’m sorry I waited ‘til now to say it, Sweetness. I love ya. I love ya, so damn much. And nothing would make me happier than to raise this little one with ya.”

You climb into Sy’s lap, holding his face in your hands, and resting your forehead against his. “I love you too, Sy.” You lean in and slot your mouth against his. You allow him to take the lead as his hand tangles in your hair.

Pulling back, you smile at each other. Nothing needs to be said. You turn in Sy’s lap and watch as the waves crash in and out. You have each other and you have this baby. With a love that burns bright like yours, neither Hell nor high water would be able to snuff it out.

A/N: Title taken from There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths. It seemed perfect for this story.

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venactricisfics · 3 months ago

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Bucking Tradition: A Yellowstone Fanfic

Chapter Thirty-Eight

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I groaned as I woke up. My head was spinning but I found myself tangled in Ryan’s arms. I pulled the blanket up over me as I slipped under the blanket. I pressed my body against his.

“Morning, baby,” he kissed my forehead, “you feeling ok?”

“I’d feel better if the room wasn’t spinning,” I said with a groan.

“Why don’t you take a hot shower and I’ll make breakfast?” he said softly.

“Can’t we just stay in bed all day?” I buried my face in his chest.

Ryan chuckled, his fingers trailing lazily up and down my spine. “Tempting, baby. Real tempting. But you need something in your stomach after last night.”

I let out a dramatic sigh, nuzzling deeper into his chest. “Fine. But only if you bring me coffee in bed first.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Deal. But after that, shower, food, and then maybe—just maybe—we can crawl back under these covers.”

I peeked up at him with a playful smirk. “You promise?”

His lips curved as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Cross my heart, baby.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, rubbing my temples.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan asked, standing from the bed and pulling his lounge pants up over his hips.

“My sister’s in jail, and I have to figure out how to get her out without it turning into a goddamn media circus,” I sighed, throwing the covers back and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

Ryan watched me with a mix of sympathy and amusement.

“I’ll take that coffee,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “But looks like we’re rainchecking that lazy day in bed.”

—----

I rode with Jamie to the police precinct, the morning sun glaring off the pavement like it had a personal vendetta against me.

“I guess you were her one phone call,” I muttered, pushing my sunglasses higher on my face. “Why is it so fucking bright out here?” I grumbled.

Jamie exhaled, already looking exhausted. “What happened?”

I crossed my arms. “Some dumb bitch from California was all over Rip like a cat in heat,” I said. “Then she decided to run her mouth, told Beth she’d enjoy watching her fuck Rip.” I glanced at Jamie, watching the inevitable reaction flicker across his face. “Then the bottle crashed, a fight broke out, bouncers got involved, Lloyd threw a punch, and now here we are.”

Jamie pinched the bridge of his nose. “Christ.”

“Yeah, that about sums it up,” I said, shifting my weight. “So what’s the plan? Or are we just leaving her in there to cool off?”

“The longer she’s in there, the more likely the press is gonna catch wind of this,” Jamie said.

“You’re the attorney—do whatever legal magic you can to get her out of it,” I shot back.

“Legal magic only goes so far,” he replied. “Have you seen that woman’s face?”

“It didn’t look too good after Beth was finished with her,” I said dryly. “Didn’t get a good look at her before, so maybe it’s an improvement.”

“Aggravated assault isn’t just gonna disappear,” Jamie pointed out.

“Maybe she will,” I answered. He shot me a look. “She’s from California, Jamie. She’s not sticking around long enough to press charges.”

“Let’s go face the beast,” Jamie muttered as he held the door open. “But I’m doing all the talking.”

“Fine, lawyer boy,” I said, stepping past him. “But you’re taking me to breakfast after this.”

I followed Jamie down the hall into a sterile waiting room, the sharp scent of antiseptic filling the air. I gave a tight smile and nodded as Jamie took the lead, speaking with the officers like the seasoned pro he was. I settled into the chair beside him, crossing my legs as I tried to ignore the unease creeping up my spine. We were waiting for Beth to be brought in, and I wasn’t sure which would be worse—the confrontation with her or the fallout of whatever mess she’d gotten herself into this time.

The door swung open, and she was pushed inside, eyes narrowing as she locked onto us. "My heroes," she drawled, the mockery in her tone unmistakable.

"Knock when you’re done," the officer muttered, giving us one last look before he left the room.

Beth didn’t wait long to make her move. "Of course, the two of you are together," she said, sauntering over to the table across from us, her steps deliberate, like she was walking down a runway.

I bit my lip, trying to keep my mouth shut. Jamie was the one with the legal mind. He was doing the talking, not me.

"Boy, you’ve really fucking done it this time," Jamie said, his smirk never fading.

Beth rolled her eyes, tossing her hair back. "What’s the big deal, Jamie? I got into a bar fight in Bozeman. It should be on a t-shirt in the tourist shop."

Jamie’s expression remained unfazed. "I don’t think the Montana Board of Tourism is too fond of the locals beating the shit out of tourists."

Beth’s lips curled into something close to a grin. "That’s why I called you." She shifted her gaze to me, sharp eyes cutting through the tension. "You two can find the rug to sweep this under."

I scoffed. "I don’t think there’s a rug big enough to cover this one."

Jamie glanced at me before turning back to Beth. "It’s a county attorney issue now," he said, voice steady but laced with frustration.

Beth’s expression shifted slightly, but she didn’t bite. "Your best bet," Jamie continued, leaning in, "is to hope this woman’s got a plane to catch or she’s too hungover to press formal charges."

Beth raised an eyebrow. "This is your legal advice? To just sit here and hope?"

I shrugged, not sure how else to put it. "Sounds like it’s the best option."

Jamie’s eyes hardened, his voice dropping low as he looked directly at Beth. "If she doesn’t file charges," he said, with a pointed pause, "and that’s a big fucking 'if' considering the grapefruit on her forehead, then I’ll ask the County Attorney to show some mercy. And I’ll cite your diminished capacity to control your fucking emotions." He grabbed my arm then, standing with the authority of someone who was done playing games. "Let’s go, we’re leaving her here to ‘hope.’"

Beth smirked at our backs, unfazed.

"No matter what," Jamie added, "if this reaches the press, it’ll be a huge embarrassment for our father."

“Not your father,” Beth responded, “your father can’t be embarrassed by you anymore.”

I stopped mid-step, turning to face her. "You mean our father," I said, making the distinction clear as I motioned between the three of us. "You can’t change that, no matter how much you might want to."

Beth’s eyes narrowed, her smile twisting into something bitter. "Here’s what’s gonna happen," she said smugly. "I’m gonna go back to my cell and take a nap. While the two of you sit on the steps, waiting for that bitch to show up, and convince her not to press charges."

I raised an eyebrow. "How do you expect us to do that?"

"Don’t care," she snapped. "You two are smart. Figure it the fuck out. It’s not really my problem."

Jamie knocked on the door again, his patience already running thin. I rolled my eyes as we turned to walk back down the hall. This was far from over, and I had a sinking feeling that whatever happened next, we weren’t going to be able to dodge the fallout for long.

The door clicked shut behind us, and I stayed close to Jamie, feeling the familiar weight of silence settle between us. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel it—the sting. The distinction Beth had made, as if Jamie wasn’t family anymore, just a pawn in her game. It wasn’t just cold; it was cutting.

Jamie knocked firmly on the door of the detective in charge of the case. "You got this Dutton assault case?"

"Yes, sir," the detective replied, looking up from his desk.

"Why no charges against the complainant?" Jamie asked, his voice crisp, the lawyer in him fully awake. "It was a bar fight, wasn’t it?"

"It was one hell of a bar fight," the detective said, sounding more amused than concerned.

"There’s no self-defense in a bar fight," Jamie countered, leaning in slightly. "Which means the victim is also a defendant. Is she coming in?"

"I’m waiting for her now," the detective answered, glancing at the door like he was expecting a knock at any moment.

"We’ll wait with you," Jamie said, not missing a beat.

I took a seat beside him, my thoughts still lingering on Beth’s words. I’d never really watched Jamie work—at least not like this. In the courtroom, sure, he was brilliant. But when it came to anything else? He was as clueless as they came. Maybe it was his charm, or maybe it was his stubbornness, but it always seemed like he could talk circles around people, yet struggle to read the room.

"Sounds like breakfast is turning into lunch," I muttered, leaning back in the chair.

The detective, shifting awkwardly between paperwork and the conversation, finally glanced over at me. "You do trick riding, don’t you?"

I blinked, caught off guard. "I… uh, yeah," I said, trying to keep my tone light. "I’ve been off the circuit for a few years, but I still do shows every once in a while. Though it may be a little longer between shows since I’m helping our dad more with the ranch. He’s in Helena right now."

The detective nodded, clearly processing, but his expression was hard to read. I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely interested or just trying to pass the time. Either way, the silence that followed felt even heavier than before.

I glanced down the hall when I heard the distinct click of heels on linoleum. I nudged Jamie, my voice barely above a whisper, "That’s the bit—" I paused, catching the detective’s eye before continuing, "That’s her."

"Wait here," Jamie said, his tone low but firm. "It’ll fuck this all up if she sees you."

I rolled my eyes but kept my voice in check. "Fine, big lunch, huge. Getting dessert too," I muttered under my breath as the door shut behind them. I sank back into the chair, tapping my foot impatiently against the floor, the waiting gnawing at me.

A few minutes stretched on like an eternity. I almost didn’t notice the woman as she stormed past me, her heels echoing harshly against the floor, but I exhaled when I saw her head straight for the door, not sparing a glance.

The tension in my chest slowly eased as I watched her exit.

"You saved me a ton of paperwork," the detective said with a half-grin as he walked out of the room, Jamie following close behind.

"No problem," Jamie replied, his tone nonchalant, but the glint in his eyes told a different story. He didn’t wait for any more words. "Let’s go."

We lingered in the precinct, waiting for Beth to finally saunter out like she owned the place.

"Disorderly conduct?" she snapped at Jamie the second she saw him. "Way to go."

"You're welcome," Jamie replied dryly, unfazed as ever.

"Now I gotta spend my spare time picking up trash on the highway," she grumbled, falling into step beside us. "Which car is yours?"

Jamie hit the unlock button. "I can’t take you back. I have to go to Helena."

Beth scoffed, motioning toward me. "You’re taking her home. We have the same home."

Jamie didn’t bother arguing. "Fine."

I slid into the backseat, already regretting every decision that led me here. I could’ve spent the day in bed with my cowboy, wrapped up in something a hell of a lot better than Beth’s bad mood. Instead, I was stuck in the back of Jamie’s car for what was bound to be a fan-fucking-tastic ride home.

Beth glanced back at me, then her gaze shifted, narrowing in on the back seat. Her expression darkened when she spotted the toddler’s car seat strapped in.

"What the fuck is that?" she demanded, her voice sharp as a blade.

Jamie barely flicked a glance in the rearview mirror. "What is what?"

Beth pointed, her voice rising. "The baby seat. What the fuck is that for?"

Jamie’s face went white as he finally registered it, the air between them thick with something unspoken.

Beth’s eyes locked onto him, suspicion morphing into something colder. "Do you have a child?" Her voice was quieter now, but no less dangerous.

Jamie hesitated. Froze.

"Do you have a child, Jamie?" she repeated, softer this time, but with an edge that cut through the silence.

Jamie swallowed hard, hands tightening on the wheel. "A boy," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Beth’s entire demeanor shifted—her face contorting with something between rage and grief. Anger for what had been taken from her. Desperation for what she’d never have. Regret.

"God gave you a son?" she whispered, almost to herself. Then her expression twisted, and she turned on him with full fury. "You had my womb cut out of me, and God gave you a fucking son?!"

Before I could react, she lunged at him, her nails digging into his arm as the car veered wildly.

"Beth! Stop!" I shouted, throwing myself between them, trying to pry her off before we ended up in a ditch.

The tires screeched as Jamie slammed the brakes, the car jerking violently to a stop on the side of the highway. Beth threw the door open before Jamie could say a word, stumbling out onto the gravel shoulder, breathing hard.

"Let me guess," she spat, spinning back to face him, her voice trembling with rage. "That broodmare of a fucking campaign manager?"

Jamie exhaled slowly, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. "Yes."

Beth let out a bitter, humorless laugh, wiping at her face. "I saw her coming." Her voice cracked, the weight of everything pressing down all at once. And then, without another word, she turned and stormed down the highway.

Jamie threw open his own door. "Beth, stop." His voice was different now—raw, pleading. "Taking you to that clinic is the greatest regret of my life."

Beth slowed but didn’t turn around. Her shoulders rose and fell with heavy breaths. Then, finally, she glanced back, her eyes burning with unshed tears.

"Of all the shit you’ve done in your forty-three years on this planet," she said, voice dripping with venom, "that is really saying something."

"Just fucking stop!" I snapped, unable to take the back-and-forth any longer.

Beth did stop—but only to deliver one last blow. She turned fully, her expression unreadable except for the dangerous glint in her eye.

"I’m gonna take him from you," she said, her voice eerily calm. "Kiss him goodbye, Jamie, because he’s as good as gone."

And then she kept walking.

Jamie stood frozen, his breathing ragged, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Get back in the car," he told me, his voice tight, controlled—but I could hear the fear underneath. Not just fear of Beth. Fear of what she was capable of.

Fear for his son.

"She won’t hurt him," I said, though I wasn’t sure if I was trying to reassure him or myself. "I won’t let her. She just needs to cool off."

Jamie let out a bitter laugh, his knuckles going white around the steering wheel. "I’ve given her over twenty years to cool off."

Then, with no warning, he let out a guttural scream and slammed his fists against the wheel, the car shaking with the force of it.

I said nothing. There was nothing to say.

Beth wasn’t done. And Jamie knew it.

Jamie shifted the car into gear, his grip tight on the wheel as the engine rumbled beneath us. His foot pressed on the gas, the car lurching forward as Beth continued her march down the center of the road.

For a split second, I thought he was going to do it.

The tension in the air was suffocating, thick with years of resentment and wounds that never quite healed. Beth didn’t stop. She didn’t look back. She just kept walking.

Jamie didn’t either.

At the last second, he yanked the wheel, swerving as Beth darted farther off to the shoulder. Gravel sprayed as the tires cut against the road, the car jerking slightly before he corrected it.

Beth didn’t flinch. She just kept going.

Neither of us spoke after that.

—---------------

The silence followed us all the way back to the ranch. When Jamie finally pulled the car to a stop, he exhaled, his fingers flexing against the wheel before he shifted into park.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said, voice quieter than before. He glanced over at me, the weight of everything still lingering in his expression. "Raincheck on lunch, okay?"

I nodded, pushing open the door. "Yeah."

But as I watched him drive off, I knew I’d be cashing in a lot of those rainchecks soon enough.

I walked down to the barn, my boots crunching softly against the dirt. Unfamiliar cars were parked along the path, their presence a stark reminder of what today was.

Then, it hit me.

Monica and Kayce were laying their son to rest.

The ceremony was meant to be a private, traditional Native service—one we weren’t meant to witness. It wasn’t for us. It was for them.

I understood that, at least in part. This was what Monica wanted. She didn’t want a sea of mourners watching as she buried the son she had only held for an hour. She wanted to grieve in peace, away from the weight of expectation and the unspoken condolences of people who could never truly understand.

I could give her that.

So I stayed back, slipping into the cover of the trees. Close enough that, if Kayce needed me, I’d be there. But far enough that, for now, this moment belonged to them.

“Nobody told me,” Dad’s gruff voice came from behind me.

I didn’t turn around. Just kept watching.

“He didn’t tell anybody,” I murmured. “I just… knew. The way I always know what’s going on with Kayce.”

Dad exhaled, his presence heavy beside me. “Should we get closer?”

I shook my head. “I think this is how they want it, Dad.”

So we stayed back, silent sentinels in the distance, watching as they lowered the tiny casket into the earth. The weight of it—of everything—settled over us like the thick Montana sky.

When the ceremony ended, I walked with my father toward the gravesite, our footsteps slow, measured.

Chief Rainwater approached first, extending his hand. “John.”

Dad hesitated, glancing at Rainwater’s outstretched hand. “I’m not sure of the protocol.”

Rainwater gave a small nod, understanding. “You can go be with your brother, Miss Dutton,” he said, his voice steady but kind. “He needs your strength now that his is faltering.”

I nodded and stepped past them, my boots sinking slightly into the fresh earth as I reached the grave.

Tate stood there, his gaze fixed on the ground. He was nearly as tall as me now—still a boy, but on the cusp of something else. Something heavier.

I pulled him into a hug, and he didn’t resist.

“How are you doing?” I asked softly.

His voice was quiet, unsure. “I don’t know yet.” A beat of silence. Then, “I always wanted a brother.”

I swallowed, my throat tight as my eyes flicked from the fresh mound of dirt to the place where Lee was buried.

“You have one,” I told him, voice thick with meaning. “He’s just with mine now.”

“I barely remember him,” Tate admitted, his voice small.

I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “When you’re ready, I can tell you all about him.”

“We both can,” Kayce added, his voice rough but steady. He looked at Tate, then toward Monica, standing silently by the grave. “Let’s give your mom a minute to say goodbye.”

Without another word, we turned and walked back toward the barn. The ground felt uneven beneath my feet, though I knew it wasn’t.

“Kayce…” I started, but the words caught in my throat. What could I say? There was no string of words that could soften this kind of grief.

I had lost a brother. I had lost a mother. But it wasn’t the same. None of it carried the weight of what Kayce was feeling now. Because he had lost them, too—and now, he had lost a son who never even had the chance to live.

So I just walked beside him, silent. Sometimes, that was all you could do.

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I led my horse out of the barn, the familiar weight of the reins in my hands grounding me. The sun hung high in the sky, warm against my face, a stark contrast to the heaviness lingering in my chest. I focused on the motions—guiding my horse up the ramp, securing the latch on the trailer—letting the simple routine steady me.

We were headed to help the Poison Creek group with branding. They were short-handed, and after the past few days, I needed this. Hard work. The kind that left you sore and sunburned but reminded you that something was still alive in the world.

Shrugging out of my jacket, I climbed into the backseat of Rip’s truck, sliding to the middle to make room for Ryan beside me. His shoulder bumped mine as he settled in, his presence warm and solid. Rip threw the truck into gear without a word, and we rattled down the dirt road toward the Poison Creek ranch.

When we arrived, we got straight to work, guiding their cattle into the corrals, sorting them one by one. The scent of dust and sweat filled the air as we wrestled calves to the ground, the branding iron hissing as it met hide. The work was quiet, almost reverent, the kind of ritual that had been done for generations. And by the time we were finished, my body ached in a way that reminded me I was still here. Still moving. Still breathing.

“You get you a plate?” I asked Ryan softly as he sat chatting with the other cowboys chatting.

“Yeah, baby,” he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his lap.

I rested against Ryan, letting his warmth seep into me as the steady hum of conversation surrounded us. The long day of work had settled into my bones, but here, with him, I felt lighter. His fingers traced lazy circles over the back of my hand, grounding me in the moment.

“You doin’ okay?” he murmured, his breath tickling my ear.

I nodded, exhaling as I let myself relax against him. “Better now.”

He pressed a kiss to my temple, his grip tightening just a little. “Good.”

The fire crackled nearby, casting flickering shadows across the gathered cowboys as they swapped stories over full plates. The scent of mesquite smoke and slow-roasted meat filled the air, mingling with the dust still clinging to our clothes. For the first time in days, I felt like I could just be.

“I love you, you know,” I whispered in his ear.

“I know,” he said with a smile.

Colby shot us a look. “When are y’all gonna stop making goo-goo eyes at each other?” He raised an eyebrow. “How long’s it been now?”

“I’ve been in love with him since I was sixteen,” I said, smirking. “But it took him a few years to figure it out.”

Ryan chuckled, squeezing me closer. “I knew, baby. It was just about timing.”

Colby snorted. “And figuring out if you were crazy enough to take on everything that comes with dating the boss’s daughter.”

I tilted my head, grinning at Ryan. “Yeah, guess you had to decide if loving me was worth the risk.”

Ryan’s fingers brushed over mine, lazy and familiar. “Baby, loving you was never the question. Surviving it? That was another story.”

Colby barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “That’s the damn truth. Ain’t a man alive dumb enough to cross your dad—except maybe this one.”

Ryan smirked, his grip tightening around me. “I’d do it again, too.”

I leaned back against his chest, sighing. “Yeah, well, took you long enough.”

Colby rolled his eyes. “So what was it? Some big romantic moment? A grand realization?”

Ryan shrugged. “More like me finally pullin’ my head out of my ass.”

I laughed, tilting my head to press a kiss just beneath his jaw. “Better late than never.”

Ryan glanced at Colby, a grin tugging at his lips. “It was your birthday, man. First one after you joined up.”

I smiled at the memory. “The night I threw myself at you in the barn.”

I didn’t bring up the part where he let me go—not at first. It didn’t matter anymore. That moment had been a detour, not a dead end. We found our way back, and that was what counted.

Teeter raised an eyebrow. “How long you been working here, baby?”

“Just over ten years, I guess,” Colby answered with a shrug, like it wasn’t a big deal.

“That’s a long fucking time,” Teeter mused, smirking.

I glanced at Ryan, my smile softening. “It doesn’t feel like a long time,” I murmured. “Feels like we’re just getting started—like there’s still so much ahead of us.”

Ryan’s grin turned playful. “Good thing you ain’t one of them barrel racer girls,” he teased. “That would feel like a fucking eternity.”

I rolled my eyes, laughing. “Shut up and kiss me, cowboy.”

I leaned into him, my heart racing—just like it did the first time. No matter how much time had passed, that feeling never faded.

#yellowstone fanfiction #ryan yellowstone #ryan x oc yellowstone #yellowstone #yellowstone tv #yellowstone smut

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tiddiewitch · 2 months ago

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Second Chances Ch. 5

Description: Agathrio AU / Wagatha - As Agatha gets ready for her fundraiser Evanora makes an appearance and ruins her day. We also meet Sharon.

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2,900

Notes: I love Sharon in this. Also every time she laughs I just imagine Kitty from that 70s show.

Chapter 5 - Ten

It had been weeks since Agatha signed the documents and she hadn’t heard anything from her mother or that lawyer she brought to dinner. Not that she was complaining, if she never heard from her mother again it would be too soon. But, she expected before long one of them would reach out to finalize the title of the estate and hand over the keys. She had been trying to go through her lawyer but according to her, they were being difficult and unresponsive. Not surprising, her mother was always withholding when she felt like she had something over Agatha. Then there was that creep of a lawyer, Christian, she shivered at the thought of him. She hoped at this point her interactions with him were over.

If anything, she was grateful for the lack of contact. It gave her an excuse to push the responsibility of dealing with her grandfather’s property off for as long as possible. Besides, she had enough on her plate. For a week after dinner with Jen and Alice she had a horrible stomach flu. She managed to pull it together the next week before catching a cold that would not go away. It completely exhausted her. Had it not been for Sharon, her assistant, she would have been drowning at work. Sharon was the glue that helped that ship sail, without her innate ability to keep Agatha calm and organized the place probably would have burned down.

As she made her way into work that day, iced latte in hand, she could sense the ominous tone in the building. Everyone was shuffling around, quietly murmuring as they avoided making eye contact with her. She was used to people being standoffish, she carried an intimidating air about her, but this was different. She was clearly the topic of conversation. Brushing it off, she made her way to the administrative side of the building. As she entered the doors to the executive offices, Sharon hurriedly rushed toward her.

“Good morning dear! Oh, don’t you look lovely today! ah-Hahaha”

“Well aren’t you chipper this morning? What, someone slip up and put an extra shot in your coffee?” Agatha retorted making her way to her office

“You know I’m glad I caught you! There’s something you should know before you head in…”

“If it’s not urgent it’ll have to wait, I’m already running late for my meeting with the florist for Saturday’s fundraiser.” She had nearly grabbed the door handle before Sharon blocked her entry.

“Honey, you’re gonna want to be prepared for this before you go in there.”

“What?” Agatha sighed, exasperated.

“Your mother is here” Sharon mouthed silently, eyes wide with terror. Agatha froze, if she turned and left now, her mother would be none the wiser, but her damn feet would not move. She could feel her chest tightening as her heart started beating faster. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Moving Sharon aside, she opened the door and made her way in, Sharon closing the door behind her.

“Well hello dear! Glad to see you’ve finally made your way in, 15 minutes late? You’d think with that extra time you could at least make yourself look presentable. Have you even run a comb through your hair?” Evanora stood behind her desk, clearly having snooped around her office.

“What do you want, mother?” She snapped

“I have been trying to get a hold of you for weeks but can’t seem to get you to call me so I figured I’d make it easy on you and stop by in person.” Of course, she had forgotten Jen blocked her in her phone.

“What is this regarding?” She wasn’t going to engage in small talk, this needed to be over as quickly as possible.

“Your grandfather’s estate. There’s much left to finalize, we have to transfer the deed and that has to be done in person in Boston.”

“Excuse me?”

“Christian has been waiting to hear from you about plans to visit so he can give you access to the property.”

“He’s heard from my lawyer many times and this is the first I’m hearing of any of this. As I said at dinner, any communication will go through her, he needs to let her know. And Frankly I don’t have time for this discussion, I’m already late to a meeting.” Having dropped off her things she made her way back to the door with her mother closely behind.

“Agatha!” Evanora shouted. “You cannot ignore this. You cannot ignore me, I am your mother. You need to take this seriously!” Agatha spun around, facing her mother head on.

“Enough! I don’t see how any of this involves you in the first place? You let me know of my inheritance, all else is my business he left the estate to me!” She could feel her mother’s anger radiating off her. Evanora was biting her tongue, fighting something she clearly wanted to say. “What is it, why are you so persistent about this? What else do you want from me?” Evanora let her hardened expression slip for just a moment, revealing a glimmer of surprise? Embarrassment? Agatha couldn’t tell, but was shocked nonetheless. “Oh…oh you do want something from me..don’t you?” Her mother straightened herself, gathering courage to finally admit why she was really there.

“Well, there may be a few items… in the house… I was hoping to collect.” she revealed through gritted teeth.

“Oh, and what might those be?”

“Nothing you will miss, but are important to me.” Evanora stood there for a moment stone-faced, “For God’s sake Agatha, he was my father. Have you no shame?!” her inflection rising as tears began to well in her eyes. She hadn’t expected this moment of vulnerability from her mother, however charged it may be. Never before had the roles been reversed where Agatha held all the cards. She felt the pang of retribution clash with the pity she now felt for the woman in front of her.

“I’m agreeing to nothing at the moment. I need time. When I have a chance to get things settled I may have my lawyer reach out to you. Until then I don’t expect to hear from you.” And with that she turned and opened the door intending to leave, but catching Sharon as she fell into her from, having listened in. Quickly pushing past Sharon she made her way down the hall and headed downstairs for her meeting.

She should have known that interaction set the tone for the day. Her meeting with the florist started 30 mins late and she had trouble focusing on the details. She was meant to have a break but starting that late caused them to run over. She then had a quick encounter with the bar staff ensuring they were stocked and ready. The last thing she needed was to run out of alcohol; people tend to have a looser grip on their money if they are properly lubricated. She was disappointed to find they seemed to be understaffed, once again. Thinking quickly she shot Jen a text.

Any chance your new girlfriend has a bartender she could loan me? They can name their price.

Having put out that fire she scurried off to meet with the caterer. The iced coffee from this morning had gotten her to this point but it would only put off her hanger for so long. She needed to eat before she lashed out at the next person to inconvenience her. She made it to the kitchen and just as she entered a girl turned the corner and ran into her, dropping the large bowl of chocolate pudding she was carrying. As soon as it hit the ground the contents splattered all across Agatha. At this point all she could do was chuckle at the absurdity of it all, the rage inside her fizzling into a delirious numbness. In a huff she turned and headed toward the bathroom to assess the damage.

The caterer rushed out to catch her, “I’m so sorry, are you alright?” Agatha turned and through the pudding, plastered a villainous grin on her face.

“Clearly I’m never better!” she said in a sing-song sarcastic way. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to see if I can get pudding out of these pants.” She stormed off back toward the restroom, tears began to fill her eyes. As she looked in the mirror she realized the severity of the damage. She was absolutely covered and she would not be able to get the pudding out of her pants or shirt. At this realization the tears overflowed, streaming down her face, taking some of the pudding with them. She hurried to wipe them away, a rush of embarrassment overtaking her. This was not her! She was never this emotional and she didn’t breakdown like this, especially at work. She had to pull herself together. Luckily she had a change of clothes for the gym in her car. She didn’t have any other in person meetings planned today so it wouldn’t really matter. She could lock herself in her office and finish the day in peace. She ran out to her car and changed in the restroom.

She anticipated the meetings to go through lunch, expecting to have had her fill with catering, but since that did not go to plan she needed to find food and fast. She had just enough time to run to the cafe down the street and grab a sandwich. She hurried out of the building onto the busy city street as she got a call from Sharon.

“Yes?” she barked.

“Oh, Honey! I’m glad I caught you. Are you doing alright after this morning?”

“Is there a reason you called?” Agatha rolled her eyes and checked her watch.

“Herb says he needs to move your meeting to today, are you able to head over to his office now?” Agatha groaned, the sandwich would have to wait.

“If I must. Tell him I’ll be there in 10, and he owes me.”

“Oh and I heard about the caterer. Do you need me to get you some foo…” As Agatha abruptly turned around she had managed to run into the person walking behind her, dropping her phone in the process. She let out a winy groan and started to bend down to pick it up. Before she could, the other person grabbed it for her. As she handed it back they made eye contact and her heart dropped.

“Well, it appears we’re destined to run into each other.” said the sultry voice. It was her. Of course it was her. Standing before her in fitted black dress pants and a white button up with the sleeves rolled up. The same cool scent of rain and incense filling the air around her, that delicious smirk plastered across her face.

“I… well…you” Agatha stammered in a fluster.

“We can’t keep meeting like this.” The woman said with a chuckle. How could she be so alluring and confident?

“I don’t… I didn’t…I have to go.” She started to rush off as she heard the woman behind her.

“Can I at least get your number! Or maybe your name?” Agatha continued on, not daring to look back and deal with that today.

She managed to make it to Herb’s office only 5 minutes later than she had said. Nearly out of breath and her heart still racing, she made her way in.

“Ah! Agatha! Thank you for being flexible. I know this isn’t ideal but I have to run and meet our guest composer in an hour and wanted to make sure we had everything set for tomorrow. Oh, is everything alright?” He said as he took in her sporty appearance.

“It will be” She said through gritted teeth. Not entirely hiding her dissatisfaction

“Good, did we get everything set with the vendors?”

“Indeed.”

“Fantastic. I did want to go over seating one more time. It appears we are adding 10-15 additional guests and will need to find room for them.”

“Well, is it 10 or 15?”

“Plan for more to be safe. Dr. Jones on our board has had some new doctors join his staff at the Children’s hospital and we’ll need to accommodate them.”

“Indeed” She quipped with a sarcastic smile “Anything else?”

“Ensure we have enough bar staff to help monitor how much people are drinking. We don’t need a repeat of last year when Dottie managed to go through a bottle and a half of wine.”

“Already addressed.” She could feel her patience waning.

“Fantastic! Looks like we’re in for a great evening. I’m rehearsing with the conductor and string quartet this evening. I'd like for you to stop by.”

“I’ll do what I can. Are we good?”

“I guess we are. Are you alright? You’re looking a little overwhelmed and a bit disheveled.” Agatha blinked, taken aback by this bluntness.

“I’m fine, just lots to do, must get to it!” She tried not to sound too pained.

“Well then by all means. Don’t let me stop you. But Agatha, do make sure you get some rest, we have a big weekend ahead of us and I need you at your best.” Agatha’s face betrayed none of the rage boiling inside her but instead she plastered on the largest smile she could and nodded with a high pitched, “yup”. She rushed to leave his office and return to her cave to review the new task she’d been assigned.

As she made her way into her sanctum she slammed the door behind her. Stumbling her way to the couch in her room she flopped down on her stomach letting out a large sigh. After a moment she rolled over to ponder the ceiling and decompress from the chaos of the day so far. She glanced over at her desk noticing something on it. As she raised herself onto her elbows she could see a plate with a sandwich and a bag of chips and a Dr. pepper. Sharon, somehow always two steps ahead.

She wandered over to her desk and devoured the sandwich before starting to redo the seating plan. As she worked she could feel herself growing more and more tired. Her eyes began to droop as she was fighting to stay awake. Eventually the pull to slumber was overpowering and she rested her head on the desk telling herself it would only be a moment's rest.

Nearly 2 hours later she was awoken by someone shaking her.

“Agatha! Agatha, dear, you should go home. It’s past 5:00.” In her hazy stupor, she was able to make out Sharon.

“What? What happened?” She hadn’t quite settled back into reality. Blinking, she tried to summon her consciousness. She had fallen asleep. At work. At her desk. “Wait what time did you say it was?”

“Oh, Honey, it’s almost 5:30. You’ve had one heck of a day it seems like. A-hahaha!”

“5:30! Ah I have to go meet Herb, he’s rehearsing and he wanted me there.”

“Oh no dear. Not today. You need to head home. I’ve already let Herb know you were working on other things and would have to catch up with them tomorrow.” Agatha was so relieved, she didn’t know how she was going to make it through that rehearsal. She had that weak dizzy feeling of having napped too long and she was still so exhausted.

“Thank you Mrs. Hart.”

“Oh, sweetheart, how many times have I told you, just call me Sharon.” She gave the woman a faint smile and blearily made her way over to grab her things. “Do you want a ride? Or are you ok to drive?” Sharon questioned

“I’ll be fine, I’m not going far. I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early - lots of work to do setting up.”

Agatha arrived home and made straight for her bed. Despite having slept for a good portion of the work day she was ready to turn in for the night. She lay there for a moment as Scratchy joined her, purring loudly and nudging her to feed him.

“I know Mr., give me a moment and I’ll feed you. I just need to rest a minute.” Scratchy, unmoved by this request, advanced his disruptions and made his way to her stomach. His tiny but painful paws stabbing at her abdomen as he made biscuits. He eventually he found a particularly delicate spot and leaned all his weight down. “OUCH! You really are relentless! Fine, I'll get up!” They walked together to the kitchen and she gave him his food. Quickly checking her phone she found a text from Jen.

Alice says she has you covered, just tell her when and where.

She knew she could count on Jen and now she felt she could count on Alice too, at least for this. Breathing a sigh of relief she reached into her fridge and grabbed some cheese, salami, pickles, olives, and a cup of yogurt. Though the sandwich had been filling at the time, she suddenly found herself ravenous. She grabbed a can of tin fish and half a baguette from the pantry and made her way to the couch, turning on the TV as she dug in. Satisfied once again, she could feel the pull of slumber creeping up. Before she could fall asleep in another uncomfortable position she cleared her mess, got ready for bed and went to sleep as the sun was just setting.

#agatha harkness #agatha all along #kathryn hahn #agathario #agathario au #evanora harkness #sharon davis

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coolcattime · 4 months ago

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word wip game

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I was tagged by @daretobeking who gave me the word PROTECT :3

All my WIPs are quite short right now, so these snippets are all gonna be from different fics. The snippet for P I’ve already posted before, but I actually found no other sentence within any of my WIPs that started with P

Please look at me!” The voice was loud enough that she turned out of instinct. For a moment she swore she recognised it. A name was about to fall out of her mouth. Then it didn't. She was staring at a stranger. No… she definitely recognised her, but how?

Rhell tended to speak in a matter-of-fact way, and this was no different. There was a look of annoyance from Libi as she couldn't precisely argue against the point, but it certainly made the situation messier. A bullet would've been quick and simple, whereas stabbing regardless of swiftness would be messy. But as long as the girl ended up dead, she supposed it didn't matter.

“Oh, Capsize spins it from straw,” Redbeard answered without missing a beat, a laugh on his lips. His smile only grew from the bewildered look on his friend’s face and the deep sigh from his sister as she rolled her eyes.

The god of course knew damn well that the woman in question would rather die than have any sort of romantic relationship with Sparklez. But that was a fact to break him with later, when his sister inevitably asked the impossible.

Elaina had obviously known that she’d have run-ins with her old gang. It was inevitable now that she was back in the business of organised crime, but of all the bastard old allies she could’ve run into – why had one had to be her ex-girlfriend?

Capsize could fathom saying nothing else. She had known there was something more going on than she had figured out in the castle. The enchanted furniture she had suspected from the beginning had some secret. She had known that the creation of such objects was impossible, but finding out that she had been correct left such a bitter taste in her mouth.

Their breathing was the only sound as both tried desperately to just process the situation they were now in. “What was that thing?” Katherine asked, finally having enough of a handle on her thoughts to process that something had jumped out.

For additional tags - @licantropa and @syndianites like absolutely no pressure though :3

Your word is MAGPIE - have fun ^-^

#tag game #daretobeking #mianite #the real downside to writing my fics physically as a first wip - searching for capital letters is so hard 😅😅#cat's oc

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citadelofswords · 4 months ago

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apex worsties my beloved y'all may remember marn's hinamizawa fic. a couple of months ago i had the realization hey. jason's in the baseball car and both of his close friends were just brutally murdered. wonder how he's gonna feel about that. and now i'm getting a bunch of minific out of my docs and out of my dms with marn and riley so congrats! y'all get this one first.

The baseball game is on hold, since there aren't enough passengers to make a full game. Mob sits on the bench in the dugout and almost immediately falls sideways— Audrey lurches forward, but when she puts two fingers under his chin his heart is still rabbiting.

"I think he's just asleep," Trish says quietly. Audrey folds to her knees and exhales, feeling the stress and terror bleed out of her. "I don't blame him," Trish adds. "I don't think any of us got that much sleep, not after—,"

"Don't say it," Audrey grits out. But when she cranes her neck to look behind her, Trish looks as devastated as Audrey feels.

"I didn't want to," Trish says. "He was my friend. But you're also my friends. And I didn't know what else to do."

Her hands are shaking. Audrey grabs one of them before she can second guess herself. "I'm sorry," she says. "Thank you. But I'm sorry."

Trish swipes her free hand under her eyes. "I want to know what happened," she says. "He wasn't like that when we met. That was wrong."

Audrey opens her mouth to respond, but then hears from behind her, "You used to have more guys running with you than this."

Trish looks up first. When she doesn't move, Audrey controls her breathing and turns around to look at Jason Todd, still in his stupid mask but with a baseball jersey on and a bat slung over one shoulder.

"I'm not complaining," Jason says. "I mean, I am; we can't leave the car until one team or another wins, and we can't play without full teams. But—," He stops, and looks between the two of them, then to Mob, and back to Trish. "Who died?"

Audrey flinches. Trish says, "Do you want the list?"

Jason's eyes go wide, and he sets down his baseball bat. "I was joking," he says. "What the fuck happened since the last time I saw you?"

"Ran into the Apex," Trish says, ticking it off on her fingers. "Something happened to Al. Not sure what. Shadow got off the train. Al killed two people. I killed him. Now we're here."

"Al did?" Jason thinks. "Huh. I didn't expect that. Maybe you or the hedgehog, but not him."

"Thanks," Trish says flatly.

"So who'd he kill?" Jason looks between the three of them again. "You picked up more strays in the meantime, I'm assuming, unless he killed denizens."

"They were passengers," Audrey says, thinking of Roxas. "They had long numbers."

"Former Apex, both of them. Audrey adopted Roxas at the same time that Shadow left and then Shoka followed us— hey, what?"

Jason has gone bloodless. "Roxas," he says. "And Shoka? He—," He swallows; Audrey can hear it, and winces.

"You knew them," she guesses. Jason nods, jerky. "I'm sorry."

For a moment, looking up at Jason's face, twisted with grief and rage, she's afraid she's about to see even more blood. If the way Trish shifts closer to her, legs bumping up against her back, she's not the only one.

But Jason just pulls his mask off and swipes the back of his hand over his eyes. "Shit," he says. Looking at him, Audrey realizes he's not that much older than either of them— sixteen, maybe seventeen. "You killed him already, you said?"

"Yes," Trish says. "Sorry if you wanted to kill him yourself, but he would have killed us."

Jason sighs. "Yeah, okay." He glances out to the field, and then puts his mask back on. "This just happened, I assume?"

"In the last car, yeah." Audrey blinks at him. "What are you— where are you going?"

"Gonna go figure out what happened. Who did that to him. And then I'm gonna kill them." Jason's face twists like he's grinning, and Audrey shivers seeing it. "Can you do me a favor though? There was a girl I met a couple cars back. Cute, blonde— she got caught in a pod and dragged to the caboose, but she stopped it from catching me and I kind of owe her. Can you go break her out?"

Audrey opens her mouth to agree, but Trish cuts her off before she can. "No," she says. "I mean, maybe later. Definitely later. But I'm going with you first."

She and Jason both turn to look down at Audrey, who swallows. Thinks about Al sitting next to her in the casino, and covered in blood in the Korean BBQ car, and the blood currently staining her hands.

"Yeah," she says, finally. "If you don't mind. I want to be there too. And we can't leave Mob without us."

"Fine." Jason sits down; he doesn't look happy, but there's a note of understanding in his eyes, warring with the grief that's still there. "So while we wait for him to wake up, tell me everything you know. Let's figure this the fuck out."

#interstitial infinity #my writing #please note this is NOT for the hinamizawa time loop au that i wrote #you'll get something from that later :)#hinamizawa au #sure why not i'll make that a tag

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sugatrapp · 2 years ago

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「 W a f f l e s 」

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Pairings: Carmen Berzatto x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You wanted to take a picture with Carmy, but he didn’t take it seriously. You threatened to post the failed pictures on Instagram, but then he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse.

Warnings: NSFW / Sexual Themes ~ Spanking ~ Food Play ~ Non-specified gender or genitalia of reader ~ just an overall playful and goofy mood with a little spice

A/N: It’s my birthday today, but I figured why should I be the only one to enjoy today? Well, you’ll probably enjoy it more than me since I have classes 🙃 but still hope you like the story!

AO3

Masterlist

Ko-Fi

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Being around Carmen felt as natural as breathing. From the moment you met, you knew right away there was no one else you’d rather give your heart to. He made you laugh even when he wasn’t trying, he remembered the most minuscule details about you and what you liked, and he was always there when you needed him. You could never bother me. ‘M only a call or text away, he’d remind you for the fortieth time after you admitted to not wanting to add to his stress from work. No one could ever dream of asking for a better boyfriend.

Except whenever you tried to take pictures with him.

It had been ten minutes since you asked him to take a picture with you for your socials. Saving memories was your second favorite part of making them, so it was inevitable that you’d ask him. But he was in an especially playful mood that day. The smile he flashed at the camera was overly wide and a bit creepy if you looked long enough. With a pout, you shoved him away while he laughed.

“You’re such a jag off.”

He held a hand over his mouth to calm himself down to no avail. “Hey, I smiled didn’t I?”

“Like a serial killer.”

He shrugged and kissed your forehead as an apology. As you scrolled through the handful of failed images, a lightbulb flicked on over your head.

“I don’t even care, I’m still gonna post them.”

“No you’re not.”

When he saw the blank expression on your face, he reached for the phone only for you to hold it out of his grasp. You both made eye contact. A glint he knew all too well flashed behind your eyes. A glint that meant you were going to be a bratty pain in the ass. He reacted a second too slow as your form dodged his arms and took off running up the stairs. He rushed after you, but you had already shut and locked yourself in the bedroom. He banged on the door.

“Babe open the door! You better not post those.”

“Or what Carmen?” You asked, putting emphasis on his name.

“I’ll sue.”

You chuckled. “Guess I’ll be seeing you in court then.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his curls while pacing. What to do, what to do? After a moment, an idea popped into his mind and he smirked. He made sure to get nice and close to the area of the door where he knew you were standing.

“I’ll spank you.”

There was dead silence for a while before you spoke in a breathless whisper.

“Promise?”

He hummed in agreement. “Just give me your phone and you can have what’s behind door number one.”

“What’s the catch?”

You knew him too well.

“You take however many I feel you deserve—“ you made a sound of protest, “but I’ll sweeten the deal with some waffles.”

You thought over his proposal, but the throbbing between your legs had already decided. The lock clicked and the door swung open. You huffed as you handed over your phone. He deleted all but one of the photos, using it to set your wallpaper to his creepy smile before pocketing the phone. You’d see his surprise later.

You were bouncing your leg the entire time he was preparing the waffles. Carmy was awfully heavy handed when it came to punishments. Just a few weeks ago when he caught your hand between your legs without permission, you thought he was in a good mood helping you find your release. But then he kept going and going until you were too sore and sensitive to handle him even breathing on your skin.

A shiver ran up your spine as the steaming stack of waffles was placed on the island in front of you. While you were zoned out, he had dressed them up with whipped cream and berries, topping it off with buttermilk syrup. You were definitely not going to be able to sit down properly for a while.

“You wanna eat ‘em now or take ‘em with you?”

“With me,” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t worry babe, I won’t go easy on you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You frowned as he chuckled, giving you one last nicety of a kiss at your temple before he got down to business.

“Bedroom in three. Don’t be late.”

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He was sitting at the edge of the bed when you entered. Beside him was a can of whipped cream. He patted his leg with a smirk on his face.

You took a deep breath before walking over, carefully lying across his lap with your waffles. You had sliced them into smaller pieces downstairs to make it easier. He wasted no time, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them off. You flinched as he gave you a light playful swat, laughing.

“I haven’t done anything yet, baby, relax.”

Easy for him to say. You knew he was lulling you into a false sense of security as he caressed your bare bottom, but you couldn’t help but melt, taking a bite of the waffles. It was heavenly, all fluffy and sweet, bright flavors exploding in your—

Smack!

You yelped as his hand came down hard on your right cheek.

“Count,” he demanded.

“O-One chef.”

“Good.”

Another on the right. Two chef. Three chef. Four. It wasn’t until eight when he switched to the left. It was because the right cheek was slightly smaller than the other. You were insecure about it at first, but he made sure to give it equal attention in any other case. But in this case, it didn’t help.

Tears streamed down your face at eleven, shoving more waffle in your mouth to mask your noises. His hand left your hot skin for a moment and you braced for another hit only to be met with a cold spray of whipped cream. He smeared the cream over your sore bottom, bending over to lick it off.

You mewled, forcing yourself to remain still as he tongued you down, open mouth kisses getting awful close to your desperate core. Of course he pretended not to notice, avoiding it like the plague yet gripping your inner thigh mere inches away.

“Carmy,” you moaned.

His hum vibrated over your skin.

“Please…”

Smack! You had fallen for it again.

“Was trying t’ give you a break but if you insist.”

You gritted your teeth, stopping yourself from rolling your eyes. Another five hits later and the whipped cream was back. You sighed and pushed back into his roaming hand.

“Taste so good baby,” he moaned.

You stabbed another piece of waffle with your fork, twisting a bit to offer it to him. He closed his mouth around it, expression blissful as he took in the flavors. He plucked a strawberry from the plate, dipping it into the whipped cream still on your ass. You squirmed in place, beyond turned on and uncomfortable at being in the same position for so long.

Smack!

“You gonna be good or am I gonna have to add another one?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ll be good for you.” Then you sweetened the deal with wide, albeit watery, puppy eyes.

He took another fruit from the plate and popped it in his mouth. “Still got two more.”

You whined, on the verge of kicking your legs in protest until another smack halted you in your tracks.

“Three more.”

You bit your tongue and nodded. Eventually twenty-two rolled around and you sighed in relief. Your waffles were all gone, a few pieces of fruit left behind. You hissed as he ran his hands over your sore cheeks, no doubt bruised.

“Did so well for me baby. I think you deserve a little treat.”

Your eyes lit up. “You mean the waffles weren’t it?”

“I mean, if you don’t want it—“

“No!” You sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking the side of his face. “I want it.”

He stood up, hands falling to the button of his jeans. You watched with hungry eyes as his pants and boxers fell to his ankles, revealing his engorged cock. The tip was an angry red, a bead of precum just begging to be licked off. As if it wasn’t enough, he sprayed a strip of whipped cream down the length.

“Think you can handle it?” He teased, slowly stroking himself and smearing the cream.

“Oh I know I can Berzatto.”

“Then c’mere and show me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

#sugatrapp #gender not specified #reader insert #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #the bear #kinktober #n s f w ��#the bear fx #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #birthday

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wait I forgor I had this... whatever... 1600 words of clownshrimp but its mostly devoid of context because it's just set up for nsfw I didn't even write and also it takes place in the non-canon pirate las vegas from film gold lmfao. AND I wrote it on my phone and it's bad. Triple threat 🔥

“You know… if we were allowed to fight in here… I'd kick your ass right now!”

“You? Kick my ass?! That's no way to talk to your captain!”

“Ex-captain!” Ebi slurred her words violently as she slammed her tankard down on the table, glaring crookedly at the man seated next to her. “That was years an’ years ago… sommova worst years of my life, actually!”

Another loud slam as Buggy followed suit, smashing his tankard on the table and leaning in aggressively towards her. “It wasn't that long ago, you know!” he said forcefully. “A brat like you might think three years is a long time, but that's nothing! As far as I'm concerned, you practically just left!”

“Gross!” Eni recoiled, baring her sharp teeth in distaste. “Why do you remember how long ago it was?! You're always following me around, trying to get me to join your lousy crew again… just ‘cause you're too weak to be anything without me… but it's not gonna happen!”

Buggy gripped his hands into tight fights, trembling with rage. “You're the one who follows me around!” he snapped back, pointing an accusing gloved finger at her face. “You regret running away, don't you?! Figured out the open ocean is no place for a little girl on her own? Well, tough luck - I have no intention of taking you back!”

“Taking me back?!”

“That's right!” Buggy said again, scowling. His expression twisted up into a vain, self-satisfied derision as he turned his prominent nose up at her. “I'm sure you want to come crawling back to your captain, begging for forgiveness… but bad news there, girlie! Captain Buggy doesn't forgive traitors! So you can grovel at me feet all you like, but it won't amount to anything!”

---

“You're so stupid,” she barked in his face as she balled up her hands in his tacky floral print shirt, staring up at him with venom in her eyes. “Stupid! You're stupider than anyone I ever met before!”

“Who are you calling stupid, you brat?” Buggy responded by yanking a fistful of her hair. “You're barely even old enough to drink! Can't hold your booze, can't handle your own ship -- is there anything a stupid girl like you can do?!”

With a loud crash they fell sideways from the booth as they yanked each other into the glass table, shattering it loudly to the shock and concern of other patrons. Someone yelped out for a security guard as the two struggled, embroiled in a useless tug-of-war that barely shirked the definition of a real fight.

Before the temptation to start a real brawl broke out, Ebi felt arms grab at her shoulders from behind and yank her away. She kicked her legs petulantly, watching as the same thing happened to Buggy, who immediately began cursing out the man donned in a black suit and sunglasses.

“I hope you can pay for this, clown,” the man said, and Buggy shut his loud mouth quickly. Ebi barked out a laugh and he narrowed his eyes, popping off one hand to point accusingly at her.

“She started it, you know!” he snapped. “She's the one who should pay for it. I already paid for my room and everything… you've got enough of my money. But I bet you she hasn't spent a dime here!”

Ebi bristled. “I have, too!” she shouted, the urge to argue welling up within her and overtaking her rational thought. “I played a bunch of those stupid hundred beli machines over there by the door. You got some cash out of me, so what's the problem?! There's no minimum to be here, right?”

As she struggled to get out of the security guard's grip, Buggy's gaze drifted slowly over to the slot machines in question. “Hey, brat,” he said, earning a scornful grunt from her. “You talkin’ about those machines over there? The ones with the red lights on top?”

“Yeah, so what?” she snapped, kicking her legs again. She resisted the urge to bite down on the arm holding her tightly in place. “You gonna stalk me around this place, too? Tell me which rigged games I can and can't play?”

In a somewhat subdued, gruff voice, he said, “Those don't take hundreds. Those chips are 100,000 beli each.”

Ebi stopped cold, her legs still raised as if trying to kick her way out of the man’s grip. She snorted in disbelief. “What? No, they're not. Don't fuck with me right now, old man.”

Suddenly, the security guards pulled their arms away and dropped the two of them, letting them land on their feet. Ebi hesitated, as if she was thinking about making a break for it, but the two towering men turned their sunglass-hidden gazes towards her. She stood tensely between them.

“They're hundreds,” she said carefully, eyes glancing between the two of them. “It's got a 100 right in the middle.”

Buggy eyed the slot machines in the corner, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Red ones?” he asked.

“What?”

He raised his voice as he barked irritatedly at her over his shoulder. “You deaf, girl? Did you get the red chips or not?”

She stiffened, furrowing her brows as she huffily stuffed a hand in her purse, grumbling to herself. When she pulled out a chip, her muttering faded away, and she stared dumbfounded at the small red disk between her thumb and forefinger.

Right in the middle was, as she'd said, a ‘100’ emblazoned in gold. But on closer inspection, along the outer edge of the coin - ‘one hundred thousand beli’.

Her blood ran cold. That couldn't be right. “Hey, that's not funny,” she said stiffly, staring at the coin. She read it again, carefully, sounding out the words under her breath - ‘one hundred thousand beli’. “Don't fuck with me. You put this in here as some kind of joke?”

“Is that a problem?” The man standing behind her asked. She stiffened. “A hundred thousand?”

Ebi whirled around on her heel, staring up at him with wide eyes. “No! No, that's no problem,” she said quickly, grinning lopsidedly. “I was just - well, I was saving these for somethin’ else - roulette or somethin’ fun. I didn't mean to use ‘em up so quick! I'll just have to grab some more, that's all!”

“Surely you can settle your debts in a timely manner,” the other man said. She gulped.

“Of course!” she said, a wheeze sneaking its way into her voice. “Sure, it'll be a little more than I wanted to spend… but I'm here, right? And I got the cash, so no big deal…! Really!”

She could hear other people in the bar murmuring in scandal under their breath. Her blood ran cold, but she continued to grin, sharp teeth on full display.

Off to the side, Buggy eyed the slot machines once more, their angry red lights flashing eagerly at passersby. He scratched his cheek and then said, boredly, “Leave the kid alone. I'll cover the table, so just charge it to my room and buzz off.”

“...”

“I said buzz off already!” he snapped again. “What, you want a tip just for doing your job? Fight's over, so beat it!”

He scoffed and stepped over the shattered table, shards of glass crunching underneath his feet. “And you - gonna just stand there and watch them clean it up?”

Ebi bit back a growl that rose instinctively in her throat. “...Sorry,” she spat out to the two guards as she hustled away from them, eying them stiffly over her shoulder. She bit her tongue until they were far enough out of earshot and then grabbed Buggy violently by the shoulders, shaking him to the point of almost knocking him over.

“What the fuck was that?” she seethed, spinning him around and staring at him face-to-face. “Where do you get off, acting like I need your help? If we weren't in here right now--”

“Yeah, yeah, you'd kick my ass, right?” he said, unimpressed, knocking her hands away. “Well, you're not out there. You're in here. And it sounds like somebody didn't do a whole lot of listening when she got her chips, did she?”

She flinched backwards, grinding her teeth together in agitation. “It's no big deal,” she said stiffly. “I'm sick of this place, anyway. And their stupid fuckin’ fakeout coins… me and Penny are out of here.”

“Yeah? How much did you lose?”

“God damn! What's it matter to you, anyway?” Ebi snapped. “Can you get a life and stop fuckin’ breathing down my neck everywhere I go?!”

“You know damn well you can't pay that off,” Buggy retorted just as sharply. She tensed visibly, breathing hard, staring up at him with pure hatred in her eyes. “If that's a lotta fuckin’ money for me, that's money you've only fuckin’ dreamed about. You got yourself in a real heap of shit here - you and your little friend.”

She clenched her hands into fists. “What do you know?” she demanded. “You don't know anything! Me an’ Penny are just fine on our own. We're doing great - better than ever! Better than when I was on your stupid ship full of freaks, I can tell you that much!”

“You're still a terrible liar,” he said, as if he hadn't even heard her speak. Her lower lip trembled, and she stared hatefully at him with all the venom in the world she could muster. “How much?”

She swallowed, and fell silent. “...More than I got,” she managed, her voice cracking. She averted her eyes and ducked her head, staring bullets into the floor. “A fuckin’ lot more than we got.”

#writing #oc: shrimp #bf: buggy #u: one piece

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