#i’ve had this one scene of jean working on the readers truck or some shit for like 3 years.

[loverboykirstein]

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

[atc74]

Ready For Love

Warnings: Bad sexual pun (but it’s not, it’s f-ing hilarious), Impala!Sex - I think that says it all right there

Summary: Once Jensen’s parting gift form set arrives in Austin, he plans a night 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1305

Written for: @emoryhemsworth​ and this request I took from her: Picture this: Jensen knows the reader *loved* Dean and Anna’s love scene in the Impala, so he surprises her and they recreate it... for real this time. 😉   No, my requests are not open, please do not ask.

Beta’d by: @winchest09​ who thinks I’m funny ;) - dividers by @writeyourmindaway​ - thank you!

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As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

“She’s here! She’s here!” Emmaleigh, their excited four year old, jumped up and down at the front window. 

“Calm down, baby girl,” Jensen laughed as he entered the front room, their two year old son, Tristan, settled on his hip. 

“What is all the commotion about?” Y/N asked slowly descending the staircase. 

“She’s here, Mama! Baby is here!” Emmaleigh squealed. 

“I know you’re excited, Emma, but we need to wait, okay?” Y/N explained to the child, before turning to her husband. “Let me take this one, and you can head out. We’ll be out as soon as she is settled.” 

“I’m so stoked!” Jensen pumped his fist as he passed their son over to her and rushed out the front door. 

Y/N laughed, shaking her head and talking to their children. “I don’t know who is more excited, Emma or Daddy.” 

“Daddy!” Tristan shrieked, squirming in her hold. 

It took several, long minutes before the delivery company had the pristine 1967 black Chevrolet Impala parked in their driveway, giving their neighbors plenty of time to congregate outside with their morning coffee and watch as the beauty was dropped off. As soon as the truck cleared their property, Emmaleigh was out the front door, jumping into Jensen’s arms as he walked around the seventeen foot length of the ebony beast. 

Y/N could hear Jensen talking to their daughter. “She has a 502 big block V-8 engine, powered by 550 horses…” 

“Daddy, where are the horses?” Emma looked up Jensen with matching green eyes filled with curiosity and confusion. 

“Oh baby girl, they aren’t real horses,” Jensen laughed. “It’s about power, little one. I’ll teach you all about it when you’re older.”

“Can we go for a car ride, Daddy?” Emma asked, quickly forgetting the things that no longer interest her.  

“Not yet, Emma. Baby doesn’t have the right seatbelts in the backseat for you and your brother, but soon, okay? I promise it will be soon,” Jensen set her back on the ground as Y/N joined him at the front of the car. 

“So, they really let you have her, huh?” Y/N whispered, in awe that “Baby” was sitting in their driveway.

“Yeah, it was part of my release contract. You know I didn’t ask for much, but I wasn’t leaving this show after fifteen years without bringing Baby home to my baby,” Jensen pulled her into him, caging her body between his legs. 

“No, Daddy!” Tristan pushed both his hands into Jensen’s face. 

“Yeah, okay, little man,” Jensen tugged the toddler from his wife’s arms, setting him down to play with his sister and the drawing chalk. Y/N turned to head back inside, when a strong grip on her wrist stopped her, pulling her back into her husband. “But you and me? We got a date tomorrow night, Mama.” 

“Oh, we do, do we?” Y/N grinned ear to ear, throwing her arms loosely around Jensen’s neck. “Maybe I have plans.” 

“Or maybe, I made better plans. And got a sitter,” Jensen whispered, pulling her a little closer, so as not to be overheard by little ears. “You up for a little game of hide the angel grace?”

Y/N felt her skin flush as her body heated from the inside out. Jensen Ackles was the hottest thing she had ever laid eyes upon and he knew her deepest fantasy. The one that didn’t involve her husband, but the fictional character he played for fifteen years, and a red-haired angel in the back on the very 1967 Chevy Impala they were leaning against now. 

“Don’t tease me, Ackles. Payback's a bitch, buddy,” Y/N pulled back, looking deep into her husband’s forest green orbs. 

“Oh, I ain’t teasing, Baby. I am one hundred and ten percent serious. Drop the kids off at the Pads, do a little hill country driving, just you and me? What’dya say?” Jensen dropped his voice, looking into her eyes. 

“Oh my God, you are serious,” Y/N gasped as she took in Jensen’s expression. “Oh hell yes!” 

Jensen packed the children and their bags in the overly safe family vehicle and drove them over to Jared and Gen’s to spend the night. He started planning this night for her, for them, since he got the delivery confirmation that the Impala had started her trek from Vancouver. He even went back and did some research, rummaging through his wardrobe in an attempt to get everything perfect for her. Down to the last detail. 

With dinner and refreshments packed, he waited nervously for Y/N to come down the stairs. He wasn’t nervous being with her. No, intimacy had also come easy for them, but planning this night, wanting it to live up to her expectations, that is what had him on pins and needles. He turned, hearing the soft click on her boots on the hardwoods, and couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman that approached him was his wife, but could have been a stand in for ‘Anna’ from the outfit, to her naturally red hair. 

“Wow, you look…” Jensen gasped as she reached him. 

“We’ve never done any role playing before, so I thought this would be fun. Too much?” Y/N asked, her eyes searching his, looking for any indication that she had gone too far. 

“Hmm, no, you look the part, but even more beautiful,” he assured her. “Ready?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she agreed. 

“Oh, I think I’ve got a pretty damn good idea,” Jensen mumbled. 

“This isn’t as spacious as it looks on television,” Y/N admitted, trying to get comfortable in the backseat. “Is this...pleather?”

“No, it is not pleather; it’s the factory original vinyl,” Jensen laughed, sitting back on his heels, his head slightly bent. “Here, try laying back on the blankets.”

“Ever the gentleman,” Y/N giggled, as she scooched down, her head resting on the nest of blankets Jensen had packed. 

“Well, it’s what Dean did, and he had way more experience with this than I’ve had in my life, so I figured…” he revealed, blushing slightly. “Oh, shit! I almost forgot!” 

Jensen pulled his phone from the front pocket of his jeans, pressing a few buttons until the car was filled with the sounds of Bad Company’s ‘Ready for Love.’ He placed the phone in the back window. “There, that’s better.” 

“Come here, baby,” Y/N whispered, pulling him down to her, their lips meeting in the dark. 

Jensen slotted his body between her legs, their hips colliding, grinding together as they sought friction from the other. He pulled back, admiring the beautiful woman beneath him. Unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes met his in a silent plea. He removed his shirts, anticipating the feel of her skin on his.

He slid his hands up, popping the button on her jeans, and peeling them from her legs, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers. A smile slid across her features as she sat up, switching spots with her husband. She slowly removed his jeans, feeling him hard and bare beneath her. It was a powerful feeling, having him at her mercy in this cramped space. She used that power within her, to roll her hips over his, his stiff length pressing against her deliciously. 

Lowering her head, she captured his lips once more as she tilted forward, allowing him to slip inside her. She held him there, stretching her open as she panted his name until it became a moan from her lips. “Jensen. Jensen. Jensen.”

“Baby, I love you so much,” Jensen groaned as he slipped further into her, joining them together wholly. The windows were misty from their efforts, shielding them from view, but they only existed in this space, with one another. They only existed because of the other. 

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[crashdevlin]

Centerfold 4- Memory’s Been Sold

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Author’s Note: Written for Meghan who requested some fluffy A/B/O smut and then I came up with an idea and ran with it. Smut will start after the plot is established. Also, this is gonna go toward my @spnabobingo​ squares. This chapter fills my Slutty Omega square and is rated E for Explicit.

Summary: Dean is living the normal-boring life with Lisa. When he opens the newest Playboy, he gets the shock of his life.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Beta!Lisa, Alpha!Dean x Reader (memory)

Word count: 2083

Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! , masturbation, pornography, mentions of multiple partners, mentions of fem-fem porn

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Dean pulled his pickup into the gas station down the street from Lisa’s house...his house. He had a house. He had a home, a family, an 8-5 job on a construction crew. He had...a real life. A real boring life. He was bored, but he supposed it was normal to feel bored, right?

“Hey, Jerry. The coffee fresh?” Dean asked as he walked into the convenience store.

“Half hour old,” the clerk, Jerry, answered with a smile. “And, uh, it’s Tuesday!”

Dean chuckled as he grabbed a thick paper cup and poured dark, bitter liquid into it. “New mags came in, huh?”

“Yeah. The Penthouse center is hot as hell, man. Oh, and the Playmate of the Month is the hottest omega I’ve ever fuckin’ seen!”

Dean laughed as he fitted the top on the cup. “Well, bring ‘em out, man. You know I’m gonna buy ‘em.” He took a drink as he walked up to the counter. Jerry had a Penthouse and a Playboy on the counter already. “They’re that good, huh?”

“Dude...especially the omega Playmate, man. She is smoking hot.”

Dean set the coffee on the counter and picked up the Playboy, slipping it out of the sleeve and looking at the cover. The cover was a woman, Taffy Rose according to the tiny script on the bottom next to the photographer credit, in a strawberry-print bikini and bunny mask. Hot, but nothing special. Nothing different or new. But he flipped the magazine open to the center and gasped.

“Holy shit.” The bunny mask was gone, her body on full display except the bits of skin hidden by the pink feather boa. His throat went dry. His cock got hard in jeans. His head felt like it might explode.

“I know, right?!” Jerry exclaimed, happily. “Isn’t she the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Yeah. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever…” Dean’s voice trailed off as he focused on her neck. No mark. He hoped they hadn’t photoshopped one out. She was the hottest thing he’d ever touched, tasted, the best thing he’d ever missed out on...Taffy Rose, Y/n Y/l/n...his omega. Dean cleared his throat and tried to close the magazine, but he couldn’t. She’d grown up so beautiful and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “She, uh...she been in anything I might’ve seen?”

“I don’t know, Dean. I’m Googling her name as soon as I get home. I suggest you do the same, man.”

“Yeah. Uh...I’m just gonna...I’m just gonna take the Playboy. I’ll get the Penthouse next time, Jer.” Dean threw a ten on the counter and walked out with the magazine, leaving his coffee behind and not even caring. He sat in his truck cab for a few minutes, staring at her photo. Y/n went into porn. Whoever would have thought that sweet little innocent young woman with the overprotective parents would- “Actually, no, that makes sense.”

He rubbed his hand over his erection as he looked at the ‘fuck me’ look in her eyes. It didn’t take long for his mind to drift back to her under him, holding him, letting out gasping cries as he fucked her, that look in her eyes as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

His cock softened as he remembered getting on the phone with her to tell her he was leaving.

He felt like he was going to cry when the line clicked. “Y/l/n Residence!”

“Y/n, it’s Dean.”

“Oh, hey! I just got finished washing every surface you touched,” she said, giggling. That giggle tugged at his heart. “I can’t wait to see you again, though. It was so worth the cleaning time.”

“Yeah, uh...it was awesome, baby, but...my, uh, my dad called.”

“Oh?” Dean could almost hear the heartbreak in her voice.

“Yeah. He...got word of a job in Connecticut. He’s pickin’ us up tomorrow.” There was silence on the line for a minute. “Y/n?”

“You’re leaving?” she squeaked.

“Yeah.” Dean had to fight the tears. “Yeah, we’re leaving.”

“But...what about...I...am I gonna get to see you again at all?”

“Not unless you can sneak out tonight. Dad’ll be here in the morning. We’ll be gone before noon.”

“Oh God.”

Dean took a deep breath and started the truck, driving home with a pit in his stomach. He immediately hid the magazine in his desk and sat in the rolling desk chair. He looked around to make sure Lisa and Ben were both out of the den area, hoping they were out of the house, before pulling up Google and searching for ‘Taffy Rose omega xxx’. Several thousand results popped up, so Dean went to the first. A video on Pornhub labeled ‘Sweet omega Taffy seduces her best friend Kat at a sleepover’. Dean swallowed and licked his lips, turning his volume down almost all the way and clicking on the video. She looked fairly innocent, without looking fake, which was a feat of its own considering he knew he was watching porn. The other actress wasn’t pulling it off anywhere near as well, especially the overacted reaction to ‘Taffy’ kissing her.

Dean could remember making out with her when she was just a little younger than the 18 year old she was pretending to be on his screen and it filled him with yearning to see her wrap her arms around this other woman’s neck and pull her in for a passionate kiss. He watched a little longer before hitting the back button and started searching through more and more results.

‘Omega Taffy Rose and her hot omega stepmom’ ‘Taffy Rose fucks her best friends’ ‘Sunny Sweets and Taffy Rose Turth or dare’ ‘Batgirl and Supergirl caught by Poison Ivy’

“Holy shit, she’s the hottest Supergirl,” Dean whispered, as he pulled his dick out of his jeans and started pumping it. It occurred to him, as he lazily jacked off and clicked through the ‘Taffy Rose’ tag on XNXX .com, that she was always with other women, usually other omegas. It took him forty minutes of clicking to find ‘Beta Brad Bull wants to know what omega tastes like’.

Not a single alpha in any of her videos, and not a mark on her neck, despite the fact that so many of her omega co-stars had marks that they had failed to cover no matter the makeup they used. And Brad and Taffy didn't go further than oral.

"That's weird," Dean whispered, tucking his dick back into his boxers but leaving the jeans open in a V. "Usually 'mega actresses are getting knotted every other scene."

He clicked off of the porn site and went back to Google, searching 'Taffy Rose alpha'. He found several blogs asking why a porn actress was unmated, some wondering how she could be in this business without fear of being taken by force, and some judging her for doing porn in the first place, but eventually he found an interview with her. He turned up the volume a bit and started it.

"Taffy, you have just burst on the scene and you've been staring in so many films this past year, it's crazy how popular you are all of a sudden!"

"Yeah, it is. I mean, I just started this as a fun way to make some money and now it's a full-on career!" Dean gasped at her voice. It was deeper than he remembered, seasoned with age, but that giggle at the end was exactly the same. That giggle made his heart hurt.

"Well, as long as you're having fun, right?"

"Exactly!"

"Now, I've noticed, and I'm not the only one, that you seem to favor lesbian scenes. Is that a personal preference, a reference to your actual sexuality, or-"

"Oh, no! I love guys. I live for cock, but…” Dean’s dick twitched at that. Why did her voice sound so musical...especially saying something so filthy? “I don't fuck alphas and there's a lot more work for an omega willing to fuck another omega than an omega willing to fuck a beta."

"Now, why don't you fuck alphas? It would seem a natural thing for you, right?"

She looked down, a bit of the bashful teen girl showing on her face. "Um...I just...it's dangerous, since I'm not mated...and it's special, ya know?” She bit her bottom lip and looked back up and Dean’s jaw dropped. “I may be a slut, but I can't fuck some random alpha and take his knot. I've never taken a knot and...probably never will."

"Fuck, I'd give anything to have you on my knot, Y/n," Dean whispered as the door opened and Lisa and Ben entered. Dean scrambled to exit out of the browser and cover the open jeans with his t-shirt. Reality crashed down on him. There was his family. There was his beta girlfriend and her son...his boy whether by blood or not. “H-hey, honey. How was work?”

“It was good. How was your day, Dean?” she asked, walking over to the desk in the den.

“It was-it was a day,” he answered, tilting his head to allow her to kiss his cheek.

“What’s this?” Lisa asked, pulling open the half-closed desk drawer. She gasped and slammed the drawer closed when she saw the magazine. “I cannot believe you!” she snapped.

��Come on, Lees, it’s just a Playboy,” Dean defended.

“‘Just a Playboy’? Dean, you’re living with a teen boy now! You can’t have this stuff! You can’t expose him to-”

Dean scoffed and stood, looking down into her eyes. “Lisa, I promise you that boy knows about porn and knows how to find the good stuff online. My Playboy is probably too tame for him.”

“How dare you? Ben would never-”

“Yeah? Check his browser history.” Dean rolled his eyes and stepped around her, walking out of the house and to the garage. He grabbed the cover and pulled it up just enough to open the door and climb into the front seat of the Impala. He took a minute to let a wave of nostalgia roll over him at the feel and smell of his baby before he settled back, legs kicked out and jeans shimmied down enough to pull his cock out.

He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his base. He could see Y/n in his mind. He could hear her laugh. He could see her smile, the way her eyes lit up when he said her name. He started moving his hand up and down his length as he remembered the way Y/n looked at him the first time he sunk his dick into her.

He ran his thumb across the head and gasped as he remembered her digging her nails into his shoulder muscles, how innocent she sounded when she said ‘I think you can go faster’, the way she whimpered with every thrust, the way she wrapped her legs around his waist and babbled his name, the way she whispered ‘harder’ and thanked him when he grabbed her white wood headboard and started pounding into her like the alpha he was. He wanted nothing more than to knot her, but she couldn’t take it.

She could take it now. He wanted to fill her and knot her and make her scream. He wanted to hear her moan and giggle and gasp and-

His breath caught as cum shot out of his cock, splashing over his hand. He gasped in a breath before another stream of semen left him. “Fuck.” Dean fucked himself through his climax until there was absolutely nothing left for him to give and then he slumped into the leather.

He was suddenly filled with despair. He found her. His omega, the one that got away, the one woman his mind returned to in quiet moments. He found her, but she was in the San Fernando Valley in California and he was in Cicero...with Lisa and her boring, normal life. Lisa and her son that she coddled. Beta Lisa that sent him away when he went into rut, who would never be able to take a knot. He loved that Lisa took him in, nursed him back from the brink of breakdown, but the yearning he had pushed down since he was sixteen years old was now back with a burning vengeance.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

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[sheerfreesia007]

Front Row Show

Title: Front Row Show

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Whiskey x Reader, Slight Tequila x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 3,009

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Female receiving), Cursing, Voyeurism

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo

Author Notes: This was brought about because I watched the first Kingsman the other day and the end scene of the movie got me thinking about how this would play out with Whiskey and Tequila. Of course Tequila’s an opportunistic voyeur you can’t change my mind! But consent is key folks, had to get that in somehow. Feedback is always welcome!

   He had a one track mind as he quickly hopped out of his truck once he had parked it in front of his house. The sun was slowly beginning to set as he made his way quickly up the front steps of the wrap around porch.

   It had been a grueling mission and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and sink into your intoxicating presence. He had imagined you smiling down at him often nights while trying to stay alive on this last mission.

   Nothing had gone according to plan and there were often times that Jack didn’t know if he was ever going to get to see your pretty face again. Or hear your bright laughter ringing in the air around him. It was lucky that they had managed to finish the mission at all. And Jack was just grateful to be home now.

   Walking through the front door he let the screen door slam shut behind him not even hearing the slam of the door as he searched the house quietly looking for you.

   “Jack?!” Came your call from the back bedroom and his eyes immediately focused on you as you entered the hallway. Your smile lit your face with a glow that was almost effervescent. Jack felt his heart skip a beat before it began to pound in his chest. He grinned brightly and relieved to finally see your shining happy face.

   The two of you raced each other down the hallway and met in front of the open archway of the kitchen. Jack swept you up in his arms and held you close to his chest. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck tightly as you buried your face in his chest.

   “Oh how I’ve missed you.” You cooed to him as you looked up into his eyes.

   “No more than I’ve missed you sweetheart.” Jack said softly and you beamed under his kind words. Sunlight shone under your skin with your happiness and Jack felt like a flower gravitating towards your rays needing to feel them again. “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart. More than words can express but I’m gonna try.” He said to you in a loving hush.

   He watched as your eyes dilated with understanding of his words. He grinned as he walked back down the hall to your shared bedroom. With every heavy step your body shifted against his and he could feel you squirm against his muscled body.

   “I’m gonna show you every way that I thought and dreamt about you while I was away.” He husked to you in such a low tone that he felt your thighs you tighten around his waist. He smirked at you shifting his hands from around your waist to slide down your back and over your ass to cup it in his large palms. Your gasp was loud in the otherwise quiet home and Jack felt in his bones. Your soft chuckle fell on his all too eager ears as your hands came up and swiped his Stetson from his head. You placed it on the tall dresser as Jack walked into the bedroom and your fingers ran through his chestnut colored hair making him groan low in his throat. It had been too long since he had felt your hands on him in any way. Just as your fingers were carding through his hair your arm brushed against the glasses on his face and you smirked at him.

   “I like the glasses.” You tell him sultrily and he grins at you. “Makes you more distinguished.” Jack chuckles softly at your words until you speak again. “Leave them on.” you whispered and Jack is suddenly choking on air.

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   Tequila plops down into his desk chair and removes his light tan Stetson and sets it down on top of his desk. This last mission was an absolute train wreck. Too many things went wrong while they were on mission. Sighing softly Tequila let his head fall back against his desk chair with a soft thud. His whole body was exhausted but he could feel himself growing restless. He had some pent up energy that wasn’t easing with him relaxing.

   Rubbing a hand over the lower half of his face Tequila knew of a way to work off this energy but as he rolled his head towards his desk phone it just seemed so far away. Sighing again Tequila knew he was being childish but he couldn’t help it. The bad mood the mission had created in him was making him whiny and childish.

   Just then the standard Statesman glasses he was wearing flared to life and a split screen opened up in his view. Tequila sucked in his breath as he got a clear view of you giving him a sultry look. It took Tequila a second to realize that you had probably activated Whiskey’s glasses and it was confirmed with your next words.

   “I like the glasses.” You husked at Whiskey most likely but the way that you were staring into the glasses screen made it easy for Tequila to pretend you were talking to him like that. “Makes you more distinguished.” You cooed at him and Tequila felt his cheeks heat with a blush. Just then he heard the deep chuckle coming from Whiskey and Tequila felt his lungs deflate a little bit.

He was living in a fantasy and one that he normally wouldn’t conjure up for himself but with the view he had of you he found it easy to fall into. You were Whiskey’s lady, off limits, and Tequila respected you completely to not even want to try anything with you. But that didn’t mean that he never thought about you. There were times when you would be the star of his dreams late at night, not that he’d ever tell Whiskey or you that. It was just normal healthy curiousity about a beautiful woman.

“Leave them on.” You whisper daringly to him and Tequila chokes on his spit as his eyes focus on you. You’re propped up to where your face was even with the glasses and Tequila could imagine himself holding you up in his arms as he moved you to a more comfortable position.

Just then he watches as the slight glimpses of Whiskey’s bedroom moves and your body is tipped back until you fall delicately onto a large bed. You huff out a soft breath before your lips tip up into a brilliant smile that dazzles him. Your hair is flared out around your head and you bite your bottom lip making Tequila groan at the pretty picture you make.

“Well ain’t you a pretty picture?” Comes Whiskey’s husky question and Tequila feels his eyes widen. You’re moving then as your bare feet plant on the bed and you begin to unbutton your blue jeans hurriedly. Your face shows how impatient you are to get down to business but suddenly Whiskey’s hand comes up and stops your movements. “Oh no sweetheart. We’re going to take our time. I’ve waited this long you can wait a little bit more.”

You and Tequila groan simultaneously, Tequila freezes wondering if Whiskey heard him and suddenly he feels dirty. He shouldn’t be watching this. This isn’t right.

“Sweetheart” Whiskey says suddenly and Tequila watches as you look at him confused. Your eyebrows pulled together in that cute way you have when you’re confused on what’s going on. “Remember our last conversation we had in bed before I left on mission?” Whiskey asked seriously and Tequila furrowed his own brows at where this was going.

“Hmmm, you mean us sharing our fantasies?” You ask coyly as you stretched your arms up and arched your body up towards Whiskey trying to entice him. Tequila watched as Whiskey’s hands slowly trailed up your body from your waistband and cupped your breasts over your shirt making you hum at him with a satisfied smile on your face.

“Yep that conversation. You remember that one fantasy of yours I’d try to make happen?” Whiskey asked as his tone deepened and you gasped when his fingers tweaked your nipples through your shirt.

“Mhhmmmm, Jack please.” You moaned out loudly to him as your body arched back up towards him. But suddenly Whiskey was pulling his hands slowly down away from your breasts and Tequila could feel him breathing heavier as you whimpered softly at the loss of his touch. “Yes I remember. Where’s this going?” You ask impatiently as you stare up at Whiskey with a soft glare.

Just then the screen that held you jolted twice as if the glasses were moved or jostled and Tequila felt his heart plummet. Whiskey knew he was watching and now as he watched your face clear with understanding you knew also.

“Holy shit.” You gasped out softly and grabbed your breasts tightly in your hands as you moaned. “Please Jack. Can we let him watch?” Tequila sucked in a breath at your question and he almost moaned loudly.

“Told ya I would talk to him about it didn’t I? This just makes it easier.” Whiskey said softly and you moaned underneath him. “Wanna do the honors?” Jack asked you and you bit your bottom lip nodding your head.

Jack shifted so that you were framed perfectly in the screen of his glasses and Tequila couldn’t help but watch as your hands gripped and released your breasts over your shirt. You were still biting your lip as you stared up at him through the glasses. Suddenly one hand slowly slid down your stomach to slip into your pants and you gasped loudly.

“Tequila, wanna watch while Jack fucks me?” You gasped out softly as your hand moved under your pants obviously pleasuring yourself.

“Only if this is alright with the both of you.” Tequila says unbelieving this was actually happening.

“What’d he say?” You ask Whiskey and Whiskey chuckles softly.

“Only if it’s alright with us.” Whiskey answers and you instantly moan as your hips jerk upwards against your hand.

“So okay.” You moan out softly as your hand speeds up. Whiskey moans softly as he watches you move and Tequila can’t help but to follow with his moan. His hand falls to the tent now formed in his pants and lightly grinds his palm against himself.

“Fuck, Whiskey. You lucky dog. Get her naked.” Tequila husks out and Whiskey chuckles again.

“What?” You ask with a wicked grin. Your eyelids are fluttering as you pleasure yourself and suddenly Whiskey’s hands come up to undo your jeans and slide them slowly down your body.

“He said I’m a lucky dog and he wants to see you naked.” Whiskey responds huskily and Tequila watches as you grin wickedly up into the glasses before winking saucily. You sit up and Whiskey helps you remove your shirt easily. You lean forward and press a quick kiss to Whiskey’s lips and Tequila takes that time to undo his own pants and slide them along with his boxers down his thighs. His semi hard cock stands out from his groin and Tequila groans lowly as he grips himself firmly and focuses his eyes on the view of you now topless and only wearing your pretty pink panties.

Whiskey’s hands slide up from your waist to cup your heavy looking breasts making you moan loudly as you squirm underneath his hands. Your hands are starting to grip the sheets and Tequila begins to slowly stroke himself as he settles back in his chair.

“Tweak her nipple Whiskey. She liked that before.” Tequila says softly and he watches as Whiskey’s fingers tweak your nipple. Your responding gasp and arching body fills Tequila’s vision. He groans softly as his hands picks up a little bit and then slows back down, his motions following the response of your body.

“Please.” You moan out softly and shake your head from side to side. Jack’s hands knead your breasts and Tequila imagines it’s him that’s giving you this pleasure as you whimper and moan.

Then the line of sight travels down your body and Tequila feels his own body heat up as your pink panties come into view. Your legs are splayed out around Whiskey’s knees and Tequila can see a wet spot darkening your panties. He sucks in a breath as one of Whiskey’s hands comes down to rest on your pubic bone. His thumb slides downward in a thick stripe and your hips jerk upward at the sensation.

“You’re so wet sweetheart.” Whiskey says huskily as his thumb travels back upwards over your clothed slit. Your mewling loudly in the air and Tequila can just catch a glimpse of your head shaking back and forth. “You like knowing that Tequila’s watching don’t ya?” Whiskey teases softly and you whimper loudly before you cry out in pleasure. Whiskey’s thumb has slipped under the sodden material of your panties and is rubbing softly against your clit. “She’s so wet knowing you’re watchin’.” Whiskey says lowly and Tequila groans loudly letting his hand tighten around his hard cock as Whiskey pulls the panties to the side to show Tequila how wet you’ve gotten. “Look at how wet she is Tequila.”

“Fuck Whiskey take them off her.” Tequila grunts softly as he begins to stroke himself with a steady rhythm. “Fuck she’s so gorgeous. Look at her.” Tequila pants out his rhythm slowing down so he watch as Whiskey begins to pull your panties down your legs.

Your legs fall open and Tequila has an uninhibited view of your shiny slick core. Whiskey’s fingers come to slide around your outer lips and your moan is loud as you try to grind down on his fingers. He slides his fingers between your lips and gathers your slick and pulls them away. He separates his fingers and Tequila can see how your slick connects his fingers together.

“Fuck that’s beautiful.” Tequila husks out as he begins to stroke himself quicker building up his orgasm before he slows down again and reigns in his orgasm.

“What do you want me to do to you first sweetheart?” Whiskey asks huskily and Tequila sighs softly as he watches you whimper in a high pitched tone.

“I want your mouth to get me off and I want Tequila to watch me as I come undone.” You pant out as Whiskey’s fingers continue to stroke your clit slowly.

“Dirty girl.” Whiskey says with a rumbling chuckle.

“Fuck me.” Tequila pants out as he watches Whiskey position himself between your legs and gets situated. Before he moves in to place his mouth on you he spreads out your lips and gives Tequila a look at wet core making the younger man moan loudly. “Do it Whiskey. Eat her out until she’s screaming your name.” Tequila instructs as his hand tightens again around his cock.

“Fuck Tequila.” Whiskey says in a gravelly tone and then dives into your core. Your body jerks a little at his sudden movement and then suddenly you’re moaning and undulating your hips against his face. Tequila is helpless as he watches your hands come down and card through Whiskey’s hair keeping his mouth pressed to you as you moan.

Tequila’s vision is only filled with your body arching and undulating under Whiskey’s ministrations. Your mouth falls open and loud moan fills the air as your eyes shut tightly. Pleasure is obviously etched across your face and Tequila feels his orgasm beginning to grow inside of him. He moans along with you as he watches your skin flush with arousal and heat. Sweat is beginning to form on you and Tequila picks his strokes up as he watches you shake your head from side to side.

“I’m not gonna last long. Make her come Whiskey.” Tequila pants out as his hand slide from base to tip. His thumb circling the red swollen head of his cock as he watches you throw your head back screaming out as your orgasm washes over you. “Oh shit!” Tequila gasps out as his orgasm slams into him and his come spurts out of him onto the edge of his desk. His hips jolt upwards and his hand tightens around his cock trying to draw out his orgasm. “Fuck, that’s it.” Tequila pants out as he sits back down in his chair as he slowly comes down from his high.

You’re not he screen panting and moaning salaciously as you come down from your own high. Your fingers slowly uncurl from the bed sheets and your head lifts slowly to grin into the glasses.

“That was amazing.” You pant out and Whiskey’s deep rumbling chuckle answers you. “Fuck that was so good. How was it for you Tequila?” You ask and Tequila chuckles softly still panting.

“So good babygirl.” He says softly still trying to catch his breath.

“He said it was so good for him. He also called you babygirl.” Whiskey teased and your eyes widened at the nickname.

“Babygirl huh? I like that nickname. Maybe next time we’ll let him watch you fuck me huh Jack?” You coo at Whiskey and Tequila groans loudly as his softened dick twitches.

“If Tequila’s alright with it I’m alright with it sweetheart.” Whiskey answers truthfully.

“Fuck yes.” Tequila says a bit too loudly and Whiskey chuckles knowingly.

“What’d he say?” You ask.

“Fuck yes.” Whiskey answers and you laugh brightly and happily.

“Good can’t wait for the next time. But right now I need to take care of my man.” You purr to Whiskey and Tequila knows that his little show has ended as you wink at him through the glasses and shut them off with a tap to the side of the glasses.

Tequila sits there for a few moments gathering his thoughts before he stands and tucks himself away in his pants and begins to clean up his mess. He suddenly couldn’t wait for his next front row show that you and Whiskey would put on for him.

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Double Trouble

Arthur Curry x Plus Size/Chubby Reader x Mera 

Imagine: You agree to go out with Mera and Arthur but they can’t seem to keep their hands off you. 

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, heavy touching, implied smut

- requested -

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It had been the hardest moment of you life when Arthur and Mera had announced their relationship to you but it was the best day ever when they told you that they wanted you to be an equal part of it. You’d grown up with Arthur pretty much all your life and you had been inseparable. Even into adulthood, you two could be found together wherever you went and you had probably loved him the entire time. But when Arthur went to Atlantis and came back with Mera, you had been confused and jealous. You’d been jealous of her beauty and the way Arthur was completely taken with her after knowing her less than a week. But you were confused because you had found yourself as attracted to her as you were with Arthur. 

They literally looked like the ultimate power couple and you had backed off from them, avoiding their efforts to talk to you. When you finally got cornered by the both of them, that's when they hit you with their big news. You could remember it like it was yesterday. 

You grunted a little as you carried a heavy box of vegetables from the back of your truck into the back entrance into the kitchen of your small restaurant. Yeah, your job wasn't quite as glamorous as you'd hoped it to be. You turned around to get another box when you jumped back from the sight of Mera and Arthur standing in front of you, “Jesus Christ! Don’t sneak up on people like that, god damn.” Arthur outright laughed at your reaction while Mera only held a small smile of amusement on her face.

You sighed and looked at them, “Well spit it out then, what do you want?” “Don’t be like that, you’re the one that has been avoiding us.” You rolled your eyes at Arthur before walking between them to pick up the next box of stock. Arthur moved to the side to be out of your way and crossed him arms over his chest. “Mera and I are together and-” “You came all the way here just to tell me that, don’t you have better things to do than to boast about your relationship status?” 

Arthur groaned out of frustration, “If you’d just let me finish, then maybe I can get to the point.” This time, Mera stepped forward and placed her hand onto your shoulder to get you to turn to her. You wanted to hate her, but you couldn’t. She didn’t do anything wrong, none of them did. Trying not to let your emotions get the best of you, you stood and crossed your arms over your chest, the position being a little uncomfortable due to the puffy coat you were wearing. Your eyes flickered between the two before looking down at the ground. 

“We know how you feel about us and we want you to know that we both feel the same way. So, if you’ll have us, we’d like you to join us.” You furrowed your eyebrows, an angry expression on your face, were they playing some kind of prank on you? Instead of making a big scene, you scoffed, pushing past them both to get to your truck, “Yeah right, nice one guys but you’ll have to try harder than that to fool me.” 

Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You were turned to face him and Mera was quick to step close to your other side. Almost ironically, you’d never felt as small as you did right now. Arthur leaned down and kissed you gently, while you felt a delicate hand running fingers through your hair. You panted softly when Arthur pulled away, “You’re crazy.” Arthur chuckled, “Yeah, ain’t we all?” 

That was three months ago and you’ve been slowly warming up to the idea that maybe it was going to work out just like they said it would. Because of your work and the fact that Arthur was an actual king now, there wasn't much time to spend with Mera and Arthur. Until now, you’d never been on a proper date with them. But now Arthur and Mera were spending a couple weeks on land and they wanted to spoil you as much as possible before they had to return back to Atlantis for their royal duties. 

Arthur told you that he was going to pick you up with Mera at about seven and told you that you should dress comfortable. For the past hour or so, you’ve just been sat on your bed in your towel, staring at your closet as if the perfect outfit was just going to fly out of it. You finally got up and started raiding through your closet. The weather was a little warm so you didn't have to worry about covering up too much. It was so difficult to pick an outfit that looked like you hadn't spent hours thinking if it was too much, except that was exactly what you were doing. You sighed before giving up and going with your trust jeans and a low cut, long sleeved grey shirt. It was one of your favourite shirts, because even though it was kind of plain, it showed off just the right amount of cleavage for you. You put on your black, heeled ankle boots and put on your black leather jacket. 

When it came to make up, you had never been very adventurous with it so you just put on some eyeshadow, mascara and a little bit of lipgloss. You styled your hair just how you liked it and went downstairs to wait for the knock on your door. You didn't have to wait very long before you heard a couple sets of footprints on your porch and a familiar heavy knock on your door. You got up and walked to the door, opening it to see how they looked although you knew that they would look good. They always did, you found it the tiniest bit unfair at times.

Arthur let out a low whistle at the sight of you, “ Damn, mami, I’ve missed that ass.” Mera nudged Arthur aside so she could step forward and wrap her arms around your waist and place a soft kiss on your lips, “I missed you as well, though not just your ass.” You laughed and let them lead you out of your house and into Arthur’s car. You and Mera sat in the back, Mera didn't like having one of you in the back so she sat with you in the back, having no problem with leaving Arthur by himself in the front. 

Mera held your hand on her lap while Arthur was driving and she traced patterns into the back of your hand, “I’m glad we have you all to ourselves for these next two weeks, my love.” You smiled, “Well, it’s not like you have any competition to be worried about.” Mera smirked, “Of course not, because everyone knows you’re ours.” She leaned over and cupped your cheek with her other hand, pulling you close for a passionate kiss. Arthur glanced up at the driver’s mirror and grinned, “You girls starting without me? That’s not very fair.” Mera pulled away and licked her bottom lip that had your lipgloss on it, “I just couldn't help myself.” 

When the car stopped, you got out of the car and recognised the place as a bar you and Arthur used to visit frequently but you hadn't really had the time to visit lately. You’d missed the place. Arthur wrapped his arm around your waist and Mera intertwined your fingers with the hand on your other side, the three of you walking inside. The owner knew you and Arthur pretty well so he didn't really ask any questions about the three of you, just glad to see you both happy. You told Mera to go get a table for you three while you and Arthur got the drinks. 

Arthur stood with his arm around your waist still but you could feel his arm dropping lower and lower until his hand was openly groping your ass. You nudged him with your shoulder but he only smirked, “Hey, you cant expect me to keep my hands to myself when you wear those jeans.” Rolling your eyes, you pulled away from him to take yours and Mera’s drinks to your table, sitting next to Mera on one side and Arthur sat on the other side of Mera. That was, until Mera needed to go to the bathroom so you shifted and moved to sit next to Arthur and Mera sat on the other side of you when she came back. 

The three of you talked about random things, but mostly Mera wanted to know what each of you were like when you were younger. “Arthur was a little shit in all honesty. I don't know how I put up with you.” Arthur pretended to be offended but you felt his hand on your thigh, “Maybe that’s true, but if I wasn't a little shit, then I wouldn't be very good at scaring your boyfriends away.” You swatted at his hand but the smirk on his face told you that he had very little intentions of letting go. 

Mera smiled at the two of you and moved her chair closer to you, her hand going onto your other thigh. You bit your lip and looked down under the table where your saw both their hands slowly moving back and forth on your thighs, inching their way higher each time. “I really don't think this is the place to do this, you guys.” Arthur grinned, “That mean you have another place in mind?” Mera moved closer to press her chest against your arm, her other hand twirling a strand of your hair around her finger, “Forgive us for being a tad too excited, it’s been too long since we've seen you.” “It was only a few weeks,” Mera smiled, “Exactly.” 

You kept your attention on Mera, watching her bite her lip as she looked you up and down and you cleared your throat. You held both of their wrists before they could move their hands any higher, “Lets go then, my place.” You don't think you’ve seen Arthur willingly leave a place that serves alcohol so quickly but in this situation, you weren't complaining. The three of you go into Arthur’s car and as soon as the engine started, Mera was on you. She leaned in close to you and kissed you deeply until you broke away for air and she trailed kisses all over your neck. Your head was tilted back and you bit your bottom lip as you made eye contact with Arthur through the mirror, “That’s hot. Never thought I’d live this fantasy so soon.” Mera rolled her eyes, “Shut up Arthur. Drive quicker and you’ll get your turn.” 

You closed your eyes as you felt Mera’s hand slide under your shirt and cup your breast over your bra. Arthur cleared his throat, “Don't touch her ass, I get first dibs on that.” Mera mumbled against your neck, “No promises, she looks too irresistible right now.” You had just started to feel another hand tugging at the waistband of your jeans when you felt the car stop. You realised that you were outside your house so you were quick to get out and you were eagerly followed by Arthur and Mera. 

As soon as you closed the door behind you, you felt two strong hands at your waist and you were turned around and picked up. Arthur wrapped your legs around his hips as his hands went to grab your ass through your jeans, “Mm, you have no idea how long I've waited to get my hands on this ass.” “I got a pretty good idea, we going to the bedroom or what?” Arthur grinned as he carried you upstairs, Mera close behind, taking her clothes off on the way, “I thought you’d never ask.”

A/N: Comment if you want a part two with smut

[sienna-writes]

Butterfly Blood // update 1

woo! first writing update on this WIP so far! (Finally!!). Since I don't want to include huge spoilers on this book, as I might one day end up publishing (who knows), I will be splitting these posts into chatting about my process, character development, edits etc. and then include extracts that aren't too spoilery! I think it'll be okay for the first sections of the book, especially as alot of the first few chapters is character building and imagery to set the scene, tone and atmosphere.

Also, the working title of "Bleeding Out" that I HATED with a PASSION is finally gone! My novel is now called Butterfly Blood based on a excerpt way in the future of the story. (Which I'm very excited to share c: )

I wrote the prologue after I’d finished the first chapter, to introduce the book and it’s mystery in a more captivating way than it had initially been introduced.

Frog finds himself underground in the middle of a forest with no knowledge of his surrounds, his past, or his identity. He clings to one certainty, that he is and was raised by frogs. (This book is a bit wack, just roll with it.)

As he crawls into the middle of the road, a truck starts hurtling toward him and careens off the road last minute. The driver drops down and searches for for Frog, but cannot find anyone.

There is no blood, no screaming, no mangled man wailing on the ground. Reluctantly, the driver withdraws from the dark and locks himself in the enclosed cabin of his truck, steadying his breathing.

As the exhaust sputters to life again, and tires tug against the initial friction of the gravel, the disappearance twists the driver’s thoughts.

His passenger clings with sticky tree frog palms to the trucks stomach; well-oiled organs huffing heat and fumes onto his face.

So this book actually began with a very horribly written chapter. The structure was a mess and for some reason I kept bombarding the reader with information about my main character Rowan and really pushing forward the idea that she’s an energetic person... Which was stiff and just poor writing, honestly. (Also, I've changed my ideas since about how I want to characterise her.) But out of the 3000 word (approx) start, there were salvageable aspects, and those went into the first chapter along with a lot more fleshing out of the scenes, setting and character. I also finally decided on a tense and perspective after being super inconsistent with it and unable to make my mind up.

But! We got there in the end, I just thought I’d share my struggle since writing is not a perfect process and there is a lot of rearranging, and sometimes it feels like pulling teeth.

The premise of this chapter is to set the scene of Blackerwick (a fictional, dreary british seaside town), introduce Rowan (our main character), and the complex relationship with her father, who has become insular over the past month before the story starts.

—excerpts;

A little world building and set up!

Everything about the sleepy town Rowan’s family had moved to is soaked in a distinct achromatic despondency. Inland residents slumped and slogged in their routines, never caring to change them, almost afraid of living. It had confused Rowan at first when she’d come here from Ireland at fourteen, how much the dull town contrasted its landscape. It seemed undeserving of such beauty; a tall mountain range to the left of Blackerwick, and beyond it a city; wide stretches of moors headed toward the forests, and beyond the forests—the ocean. It was as if all the world’s natural beauties had congregated here millions of years ago as the earth slid into place, waiting for settlers to enjoy it. They didn’t even seem to notice.

    Fading out of view behind her, a mangle of dark rooftops mesh amongst each other, a severe contrast to the pallidly painted house fronts, and chimneys slice into the sky, puffing endlessly on their pipes.

Hot air is exhaled from the horizon, tugging striking, unruly orange hair from her heavy ponytail as it whistles past her face. She closes her eyes peacefully against the feverish winds, her clothes buffeting and pounding as if fighting it off. Grinning, she leans toward the sea, trusting its breath to hold her weight.

In the course of this chapter Rowan has had an altercation with her teacher and gotten a detention, pushed through the forests toward the beach, and now is returning home. She rouses her dad’s attention by feigning a headache, because he doesn’t bother with her unless he sees she is in pain etc. Now for some quality mild gore!

    Turning, she leans in to hug him when she realises there’s blood gushing from her nose.

    “Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! Not again!” Rowan scoops shaking hands to her nose, tacky blood spilling over her fingertips. “Dad, Dad!”

    He is already on it, tipping her head back into his cupped palm, holding tissues tightly to her nose. She wheezes and sputters, the world spinning as she lurches toward the sink, clinging to the draining board to keep her balance. Everything red, the four walls of the kitchen, red. Her blurring vision, red. Everything bleeding like her gums beneath grinding teeth as she bites down on the impulse to say something. She wants to scream, or throw up, head swimming as her world tilts upside down. Her skull rests in her father’s strong palm, a fleshy safety net.

Wash your mouth out with soap, ma’am. 

I was considering having Rowan not swear around her father, but her mother is pretty aggressive and her dad (Karmen) swears regularly, so it doesn’t seem too outrageous anymore. (I could never, my mum would flip).

When the bleeding slows finally, and her chin closes in on her neck again she notices her father’s shirt is covered with dried, grubby gore. It looks like he is bleeding out from a deep gash notched into his chest. His heart clawed savagely from its dwelling. 

Karmen being a worried dad is best dad;

     “You said not again.” He says finally, as she gathers herself, filling glass after glass with water and gulping hungrily, throat tilted toward the sky.

    “I’ve been getting more than usual recently.” She replies nonchalantly.

    “That’s shouldn’t be normal.” He says.

     Rowan shrugs, “I’ve always been prone to bleeding and bruising.” As if to defend herself or prove her case, she pulls down her jeans slightly, revealing a black contusion on her hip. It fades into swarthy purple and blue; a gradient discolouring her pale freckled skin; a deep ink blot, as if the flesh had been punctured with a fountain pen.

    Her dad hisses sharply. “How did you do that? I told you not to go into those woods anymore!”

Ok! Enough blood! I really made nosebleeds overly dramatic lol.

Anywho!

the first 2000 ish words of this chapter follow Frog (he's later named Mint), and let me tell you, his perspective came so naturally, and was such an interesting world view to write in. I'm not saying i like him, but I enjoy writing him for sure.

This chapter was initially 2100 words and I intended it to be a brief introduction of mint, but I merged it with the next one because I thought they joined together nicely. The other aspects of this chapter introduce more of the friend group (honestly the only relevent characters within this group are Damian and Jamie, the rest are low-key assholes) and set up later events.

—excerpts;

Mint is wandering in the forest, and hunting.

He slinks into step with the deer as it rises, shaking his head as it shakes its placid mane. Serenity slices the air in two.

     Frog strikes.

    The blade almost glitters in the air as it shoots toward the limpid animal’s vulnerable throat, veins pulsing beneath frosty, translucent fur. Incorporeal beast. A surreptitious streak in the night, headfirst, embedding with a gurgle and a coarse, barbaric scream. Deer’s aren't meant to sound like this. Like a human, like something capable of feeling and hurting. Frog wriggles the blade out of its fleshy sheath and exhales into a whistle. He looks gleefully at the drowned grass damp with blood. Gushing over his squirming toes.

      Its crown tumbles to the soil, antlers embedding deep into the foliage at Frogs feet. He sits beside Stag on the floor laden with pine needles--wreathing its glazed face like christ’s crown-- and strokes the un-bloodied fur of its forehead, holding its unblinking, waxy glare. Frog is the victor.

Frog/Mint is hunting! He kills a stag! Then he brutally dissects it;

      Peeling away at the thick membrane enshrouding Stag's skull, with tender interest, Frog carves muscle and fat from its head, pellucid and opaline, dropping the pale crumbs of carcass onto the ground. The deer’s dense ghost is not yet cold in his crimson tinted hands. 

Rowan feeling numb, because oh boy us writers like to see our characters in pain;

The water is scalding. Rowan breaks out in goose bumps. Catching her reflection in the rippling bathwater she almost doesn’t recognise herself. Flushed, pale cheeks. All sharp edges, cheekbones slicing beneath the eyes, graceful slanting nose scooping down into a slight point. Her lips protrude from her face, full and large, accommodating an easy smile. Rowan pulls her downturned lips into a small grin. The constructed happiness blurs in the water. Holding her breath, she leans into the baths hot grip, filling with her fiery hair.

    The silence smudges in her ears.

I also wrote some banter-y dialogues but I think I'll share them another time... After they've been edited.... a heck ton... There's an over exaggerated smoking description in this chap too but I've shared that before heh :)

I hope you enjoyed this LONG overdue chapter update! So far there are 7 chapters, so I have a lot of updating to catch up on! :)

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[xserpentlife]

Fling - Part 1

 Request: Anon- can I request a imagine of sweet pea and the reader with the whole summer fling instead of Josie if you would

Summary: After an entire summer of just hooking up will their ever be anything more? Pea wants more but will he ever have that with you? You want more with him but his reputation stands in the way?

Warnings: Nothing really just some fluff, angst, cursing

A/N: I hope you like this. also Y/N/N stands for your nick name. This is only part one there will be a part two, and that will most likely be the final part. Also thank you to @wayward-river  for the advice when I needed some help.

Word Count: 2248

An entire summer of hooking up, hiding in the shadows, and keeping whatever you had with each other a secret. Your “relationship” was holding on by a thread, and it was soon that one of you was going to break. 

Y/N Pov

Sweet Pea and I met while at a party at Cheryl’s house right before summer came. It was after a football game and I was playing pool. Everyone kept losing to me and honestly it was getting very boring. Until someone gave me a run for my money and pool turned into so much more, an entire summer worth of so much more.

 *Flashback* 

Cheryl's parties were always interesting some type of drama always happened but you were one to stay far away from it. When the party first started everyone was playing beer pong till you arrived and they knew it was over from there. Then Reggie thought he could finally beat you at pool but that was far from the case. You beat him, Kevin, Archie, Veronica, and everyone else that thought they could beat you. Everyone got bored of trying to win and wanted to go upstairs to play spin the bottle. That wasn't really your scene so you were gonna leave. Until someone spoke up 

“hey can I play” you said sure as you went to hand him the cue but he responded fast “no haha I meant with you” you laughed, and you had nothing better to do so you agreed? You knew you recognized him from somewhere but couldn't put your finger on it. So, you played back and forth along the way there was a little teasing though. At one point as you were about to take a shot he gently scooted by you lightly rubbing your ass. At that point, you knew Game On. As he was about to take a shot you leaned in front of him grabbing the chalk, you flicked your eyes up to meet his, and with that, he missed the shot. So now it was down to you getting the 8 ball, and you knew you couldn't let him win. You slowly leaned down to distract him so he wouldn't do anything to you and well you won.

You stood up smiled and grabbed your coat so you could leave but not before you heard him say “hey we gotta do this again sometime, no ones ever beat me before. We need to schedule a rematch” before you walked out the door you responded with “oh yeah well I guess there's a first time for everything then, I’ll take you up on that rematch sometime” as you got in your car you heard him yell “wait can I get your number” but you drove off before he even got down the stairs. 

During the weeks leading up to Cheryl's next party, you tried to figure out where you knew him from but you couldn't figure it out, and you didn’t think your friends would know since you knew he didn’t go to Riverdale.

Sweet Peas POV

A few days after the party I was talking to Fangs telling him how I needed to figure out where this girl was from. I know her I’ve seen her around but I don’t know for sure where I’ve seen her. 

“Fangs I’ve been thinking I think she’s been to the wyrm before. I think she may be friends with Jones”

“so ask him, dude”

“I can’t then he would know I liked her”

“well is that such a bad thing?”

I could’ve asked Jones but I didn't need his shit about liking someone he knew. “No, but also I don’t even know if I'm just intrigued by her or if I really do have feelings I mean I only met her once”

“yeah one time, where she kicked your ass in pool, and now you can’t stop talking about her. I think it’s safe to say you have some type of feelings for the girl”

“whatever dude we gotta go we have to do the job for FP”

“Alright, dude. Hey, don't forget Cheryl is having another party this weekend to celebrate summer break. Maybe you’ll see your mystery girl there” I slapped him and that was the end of that conversation.

Cheryl’s party was this afternoon and I was starting to get nervous. What if she wasn’t there? What if she didn’t remember me? Also, why am I so infatuated with this girl. I can’t get her out of my head hell I don’t even know her name. I went to the party hoping I would see her but I truly didn’t know. I walked into the party, and there she was as beautiful as ever sitting with her legs in the pool. I wanted to take a risk I needed to. I needed to know more about this girl. I sat down and said 

“Hey, I’ve been thinking. We should play that rematch on my turf”

“like I said before no matter where it is I’ll still beat you”

“oh yeah princess, we’ll have to see about that”

“what makes you think I'm a princess”

I started to walk away until she grabbed my arm 

“Hey, how do you expect to bring me to your turf without my number?”

“Oh, don’t worry I'll find you”

After that conversation, I left. I saw Jughead watch me leave, and I knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it. The next day he pulled me aside at the Wyrm asking why I was talking to her, and I told him the whole story except the I like her part. All I said to him was that I wanted to be friends with her. He told me not to hurt her and I knew why. 

I had a reputation but it was all fake started by some girl who ended it with me when I wanted something serious and she didn’t. I told her I couldn’t be with her if that is all she wanted and then she started telling people that I slept with her and threw her to the curb. Then she had her friends do the same, It wasn’t who I was but that is who everyone thinks I am. A few days after our talk I asked him where I could find her he told me she works at Pop’s on the weekends, and that she gets off at 11. So I went on Saturday just as she was about to leave. 

“Hey princess” 

“Hey. did you know I would be here or is this just luck?” 

“I have my sources, what are you doing right now?”

“Going home. I smell like cheeseburgers and fries, haha”

“well where I’m taking you, you’ll blend right in”

“oh yeah? and who said I would go with you”

“I did right now, let’s go”

“what makes you think I’m going to get in a truck with someone whose name I don't even know” 

“I mean I'm asking and I don't know your name, but I’m Sweet Pea”.

she didn't say anything so I just said please she said she would go but she had to change first so she grabbed clothes out of her trunk, and went inside pops. before she could though I said, 

“I’m glad you decided to come but do I get your name?”.

“you’ll figure it out sooner or later” 

I’m pretty sure when she came out my jaw dropped. Black tight ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, black combat boot, a vintage green day t-shirt, and a black denim jacket. It’s like she knew exactly where we were going, but she couldn’t. I didn’t bring my bike for that exact reason I brought the truck thinking it would be a little discrete until we pulled into the southside at least. It was weird to me as well that someone I thought was a northsider would dress like that

“do you know where we’re going?”

“no, why?”

“because you just dressed perfectly”

“well, this is my normal wardrobe so I mean..”

“Oh, okay”

“why so surprised sweet pea?”

“I just figured you came from the north side and the last two times I've seen you have been at parties so I guess I didn’t know what your normal wardrobe looked like”

“well, you learn something new about someone every day, anyway where are we going?”

“eh you’ll see”

and so I took her to the Wyrm. When we got there I was the most shocked I have ever been in my entire life. Y/N just walked in didn’t wait for me or anything just got out of the truck and started walking inside like she knew exactly where she was. The catch was she did. We walked in and the first thing I heard was FP go 

“Hey, Y/L what are you doing here”

“hah Hey Uncle FP, I'm here with this dork he thinks he can beat me in pool, I’ve beaten him once already but as he puts it, we need to play on his turf”

“yeah that's sweet pea for you. I mean he does have the running title here haha. Well I’ll catch up with you soon I gotta run”

With that FP left and I stood there shocked. How did I not realize that she was FP’s niece I knew I recognized her, but I haven't seen her since we’ve been kids. Like super young maybe 7 or 8. She used to hang around the southside all the time, and then one day just stopped. I only knew her because of Toni we never talked always just saw each other in passing. She saw me standing there and was like 

“helllooooo, we gonna play or what”

“yeah- yeah sorry, but at least now I know your name”

“very funny but on the south side, I go by Y/N/N”

“I think I’ll stick to Princess”

“you think all you want but when we're in the wyrm if I hear you call me that again, one of those pool sticks will go straight up your ass” and with that, she smiled and walked to the table.

Everyone walked away as soon as she got there like they knew exactly who she was as well. How have I never noticed her here before, so I asked her 

“when was the last time you were here”

“southside or the wyrm?”

“both?”

“I don't know to be honest, maybe a few weeks ago. I usually go right to FP’s trailer. We have dinner once in a while. Now let's stop talking about that and play”

I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know why she seemed so apprehensive. I knew she used to live on the southside but I didn’t know why she left.

“Alright whatever you want”

so that's what we did it was close to closing time now around 11. Tonight was an early night for the Wyrm. Tallboy handed the keys to me, and told me to lock up when we were done. We played made some jokes along the way and we were getting close to the end. 

“wait Y/N I wanna make a bet?”

“oh yeah and what’s your bet sweets”

“Oh, so I get a nickname now too?”

“Yeah now come on, we don't got all day what's the bet?”

“if I win you have to come back to my trailer and watch a movie that I pick”

“ok, weird bet but if I win I get your pool title”

“fine, but you're not gonna win princess”

“HEY! what did I say about calling me that. Well, no ones here so they won’t know.

With that, we played we both had no balls left just had to get the 8 ball in. it was her turn first I knew I couldn’t let her win. 

Y/N pov

something about this guy turned me on I didn't know what and fucking him wasn’t in the plan. I wanted to play this game of pool win and leave. But I guess plans don’t always work out the way you expect them to. I was about to win till the jackass leaned down and whispered in my ear 

“you know princess, for someone who can walk into the Wyrm like that you must be hiding a serpent tattoo somewhere” 

I was fuming mad. I could have fucking won. But that whisper did something to me and I missed the last shot “YOU MADE ME MISS PEA WHAT THE FUCK YOU CHEATED”

“Baby I didn’t cheat I played to my strengths like you did the other day don’”t think I didn’t notice

Something about him calling me baby turned me on, even more. 

“you know what fuck it” and with that, I kissed him. Deeping the kiss as much as I could. He lifted me up onto the pool table and then started laying me down. He was way taller than me so even with me sitting and him standing he could lean over top of me. I did something I never thought I would do

“you know Pea I think I would like to go watch that movie now, let’s get out of here”

Let’s just say he found my serpent tattoo the first time, and now we had a whole summer's worth of memories.

*End of Flashback*

[infinitefreewill-blog]

The Chicken Feed

Connor x Reader

Summary: You work at the Chicken Feed. Things ensue.

A/n: Did I say one shot earlier? Haha, welll let me tell you… this might be a series. Who knows. I also know that this scene was raining but snow works better for the plot later. Slow build. Thank you for taking the time to read! <3

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Day 1: Part 1

You knew there wasn’t many qualifications when it came to food service. But usually you had to get a some sort of certificate to handle food right? In most places, you believe. What’s funny is that Gary didn’t ask you for any of that. You didn’t have to fill anything out, it felt like an impulse decision on his part.

“I have to go down to Cincinnati so you handle the truck for the week, got it?”

You gave him a blank stare. So he really could leave you: an inexperienced employee, his beloved food truck. Just like that. For a whole week.

Gary Kayes seems like the kind of guy to do that though. You just thought that he cared a bit more about his small burger joint than this. He adjusted his cap and started to remove his apron.

“Are you sure?” you asked, obviously worried. “I’ve only worked here for three days.” Your hands began to fidget with the hem of your dirty apron. “What if I can’t get ahold of you if something goes wrong?”

“Nothin’ bad will happen; this place is kind of vacant most of the time besides the evenings.” He turned to grab his keys, making sure to gesture to the spare on the grubby, metal counter for you to use while he was gone. “Don’t forget to lock up, and if you need to call the police for any reason, ask for Hank.”

...Well that was comforting. Who was Hank, and why have a food truck in a quiet area? You would think human traffic would be the aim for a business.

The door to the truck slammed and the distant sound of snow crushing signalled that Gary just officially left you alone, with the smell of old grease and left out beef. You turned to grab the keys and added them to your blue lanyard, cursing at your fingers for not working right. The harsh chill of winter breeze always caught in the truck, resulting in slightly cold burgers and fries. And numb fingers.

You just need the paycheck Y/n, it’s just a job, you can do this. No one’s around so you don’t have to worry about “excellent customer service.” You look around the sad truck, and decided that a little bit of background noise wouldn’t hurt while you tidy.

“Television, on.” The small flat-screen flickered on and with perfect display, showed the news.

“--Russia and President Warren continue to show no sign of coming to a compromise. As we look forward to what’s coming next, Cyberlife has removed any comments about the current deviant issue occurring with androids. We hope that Cyberlife reaches out soon to ease the world’s mind about their products. The only thing we know is that more cases of dev--”

Deviants. Why would an android try to harm a child? What would make an android go against what they were made to do? A bunch of questions, and that’s how they will always end, with even more questions. You started to scrape the grill with the sound of a hockey game ensuing in the background.

You absentmindedly did what you were supposed to do: cleaned all of the grease from the grill, re-ordered low stock ingredients, took out the trash, studied the burger recipes, practice your cashier spiels.

Time was moving so slow.

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The sun was beginning to set and the evening shifted to a nice twilight. The snow stopped a while ago.

You were currently leaning against the counter, staring at the screen with half lidded eyes with your chin against your palm. You startled when you heard a car come by and silently cheered to yourself. Yes! Another customer to practice on.

You adjusted your postured and leaned to see that the previous customer was still eating. The car parked on the other side of the street. You noticed that there were police lights on the car roof. You unconsciously tensed. An older man with longer grey hair stepped out with a gruff and looked to be heading over to you, almost getting hit by an auto cab on the way. He looked slightly disheveled and flakes of snow was caught in his hair. He was tall and a little intimidating. You’ve never seen him before but he seemed familiar to you somehow. You brushed off the thought quickly.

“Hello! Welcome to Chicken Feed, what would you like today?” This was the most important part of customer service. But it looked like the man flinch from your bright greeting. Maybe you were too loud?

“..Hey” He looked you over. “Where’s Gary gone? Did he finally sell this ol’ joint?” He sounded disappointed and you wondered why.

You lifted your hands up and waved them nervously, “Ahh, no. Gary left the truck to me for a while. But I promise I will try to serve you to the best of my ability!” You said eagerly. Almost half yelling, Y/n stop yelling at your customers..

“Hmm, do you know where he went?” He looked around inside the joint.

“I-I don’t think I can tell you that, Sir.”

“Don’ worry, me and Gary go way back. I come ‘ere often, multiple times a week. It might not sound so good for my health but it’s the best burger in Detroit.” He smiled softly.

“Oh, well if that’s the case, then Gary went to Cincinnati for the week so I’m in charge of running the Chicken Feed.”

“Come to think of it, I’ve never seen you before. How long have you been working here?”

Suddenly, the previous customer chimed in, “Yeah, how long have you been working ‘ere? It’s makin’ me nervous.”

“Nice to see you again Pedro, what have you got for me? Oh yeah, “ The older customer angled his head to you, “I’ll take the the Finch Double Burger and a medium soda, that’s my usual for future reference.”

You quickly rung him up, remembering you have an actual job to do, and mentally noted his order. “Here’s your receipt, and can I have a name for when your order is ready?”

“Just ‘Hank’ is fine, thanks.”

Oh, so this was Hank. This must be the guy that Gary mentioned before. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t have realized he was a cop if it wasn’t for the lights on his car as a dead give away. He seemed friendly enough though. You proceeded to go around and make his order, all the while eavesdropping on their conversation near the order window. You couldn’t help it, they were right there!

“So, Hank, how’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know, same old shit.”

“Plastic with you?”

At that you looked over to his car across the road, and noticed that there was actually someone else sitting in there. It was an android, hinted by the blue hue it gave off from inside the car. Good thing Gary wasn’t here, he never liked them to begin with and he was very upfront with you about it during the interview.

“Only temporary…” Hank grumbled. He watched you, flipping the burger patty on the grill. The sizzling warmth was a nice contrast to the cold outside. It almost seemed unfair that you were in there, while the customers suffered out there.

You heard a car door being shut and saw the android walk across the street, mindful of the cars passing by unlike Hank before. The annoyed sigh that Hank let out was noticeable to his thoughts on the android.

“Hey, hey, hey...Hank.” Pedro huddled closer to him. “Listen, I got a shit-hot tip just for you. Number five in the third. Lickity-split. That filly’s one hell of a chaser. So what do you say...wanna flutter?”

Gambling. Should I say something? It wasn’t like this was a procedure Gary helped you with in the past 3 days he trained you. “Trained” as in throwing you into it and you learning on the fly.

Just ignore it Y/n, Hank was a cop after all.

“Last shit-hot tip you gave me set me back a week’s wages…” Hank said at normal volume, not at all hiding the fact that he and Pedro had shared this exchange in the past.

So. Hank was that kind of cop.

The android was now standing beside Hank. At a closer look while you were finishing up the grill, the android was taller than you but slightly shorter than Hank. He wore a blue and grey smooth jacket that had the signature android symbol: the blue triangle on one side of his lapel and his model number on the other side that was labeled RK800. Underneath he was wearing a black tie and white dress shirt. He also sported dark jeans and black dress shoes, so all in all it was a half casual professional look. His brown hair was combed nicely and he had a strand hanging in front. While Hank on the other hand wore a dark brown overcoat, suited with a black scarf and gloves. A warm outfit fitting for the cold. Talk about black and white.

Pedro smacked his lips together, “Aww c’mon, this is different. 100% guaranteed. You can’t go wrong.” Hank just smirked at him. As anyone knows, gambling is never guaranteed. But Pedro was still going for it, it seemed.

The android was looking around, a blank face. Looking at everything, including you. Disturbing, but less so considering most androids don’t move at all and remain still until told otherwise. This one looked like it has some sort of independent streak in him...He was still looking at you.

[tattooednursewrites]

Fate, Up Against Your Will - Ch 3

Masterlist

Ch 1

Dean/Reader

Summary: A ghost in the past, and vampires in the present. 

Ch 3

Then (3 years ago)

              You jerked the slide back, loading another salt round into the chamber of your sawed-off as you rounded the corner. The ghost’s target, Emily, was in a salt circle in the living room. You had already unloaded two salt rounds into the ghost, but it was persistent. It wanted Emily.

             The ghost’s first victim, Brian, had been Emily’s live-in boyfriend. His death is what brought you here in search of a case. It had been ruled ‘accidental’, but the steel rod that had skewered him (when he ‘lost control’ and drove his car into a barricade) had demolished his heart in the process. It had seemed hinky to you. When a second body had dropped – another bizarre ‘accident’, but again with a demolished heart, you had known it was your kind of case.

            Your research had turned up that Brian had been cheating on Emily with a woman, Kim, when Kim died in a car accident. Brian would’ve been in the car with her if Emily hadn’t needed him to stay late that night and help her clean up after a dinner party. The girl that died after him had taken Kim’s place as his mistress. You assumed that the new mistress was probably the catalyst for Kim’s rage. So, after taking her revenge on Brian and the girl that had taken her place as his mistress, she was moving on to her next target. Emily.

            Emily had taken the whole ‘ghosts and monsters are real’ speech surprisingly well, considering. Between the shock of her boyfriend dying, and then finding out he had been cheating not just once - but twice, she was holding up amazingly well. Add on the fact that the Kim’s ghost was responsible for the deaths? You were impressed Emily was walking and talking. When you had explained to her that she was the next target, she rolled her eyes like she expected nothing less and asked what needed to be done. No break down, no tears, straight to the point. You respected that. You had salted and burned Kim’s bones once you made the connection between her and the victims, so there had to be something else keeping her here. You were headed up the stairs, to see if Brian had kept anything that belonged to his mistress that might be allowing her to stick around, when Emily screamed. Shit.

            You rushed into the living room and were promptly thrown into the bookcase. Ouch. Shaking it off you stood and took in the scene before you. Emily was still in the salt circle, but there were books and various debris in there with her. Since Kim couldn’t reach her, she was settling for throwing stuff at her. You looked around the in the chaos, searching for your shotgun. You noticed something peeking out of the pages of a book on the floor. When you pulled it out of the book you saw it was a picture of Kim and Brian. You flipped it, and as soon as you saw the swak you reached for your lighter. Hoping the lip print was the link, you lit the photo. Kim screamed, turning to attack you before disappearing with the picture. When she was gone you moved to check on Emily.

           “Well,” she said bracing to push herself up from the floor, “now that that is taken care of, I could use a drink.”

            You laughed full out, walking over to her and offering her a hand up. She stood, thanking you and headed for the kitchen. You followed, nodding. “Yeah, I think a drink is definitely called for.”

 ***

              You finished off your coffee and sighed. The diner was nice, and breakfast (although it was closer to lunch time) and coffee had helped with your mild hangover. You left Emily your number before you left in case she needed anything. She had already texted a couple times bitching about cleaning up after ‘Casper the bitchy mistress’. You had invited her to breakfast, but she declined in favor of a little hair of the dog. You understood that, too. You’d been there more than once.

              You stood, picking up your check and taking it to the counter. You passed a booth that was occupied by two men. One had his back to you, but you could tell by his salt and pepper hair he was a bit older. The other… holy panty dropper. If he hadn’t been dining with what seemed to be his dad, you might have made a move. He had light brown hair and some scruffy stubble. He had gorgeous eyes. You weren’t close enough to see the color, which you found disappointing. And his mouth? You wanted to find out if it was as soft as it looked. The waitress at the register cleared her throat, breaking your trance. You paid your bill, leaving a nice tip, before booking it out of there without looking back. You didn’t want to risk getting caught staring.  

 ***

              “Dad, it looks like a simple salt and burn. I know you’ve got a lead you need to follow. I can handle this one.”

              “I think you’re probably right, son. We can check in with the girlfriend of the first vic, and if it seems open and shut I’ll head out, deal?”

              “Deal,” Dean replied, trying not to sound distracted. A woman had just stood up from booth in the back, and she pulled his attention from his conversation. Holy shit she was… hot wasn’t the right word. With her curves and those legs, it definitely applied. But it was more than that. The mischievous twinkle in her eyes, the way her lips had a subtle smirk. She was in a tank and jeans with boots. He didn’t realize how much he appreciated a woman in shit-kickers until that moment. She had her hair pulled back in a messy bun with sunglasses perched on her head. No make-up on, and it looked like she had a long night. Damned if he didn’t want to be the reason for it. He was hooked, and he hadn’t even spoken to her yet. Fingers snapped in front of his face, breaking his trance. Shit.

              “Back with me, Dean? You gonna be able to keep it in your pants and keep your head in the game long enough to close this case, or do I need to stick around and supervise?” John asked, shifting in the booth to turn around. Dean saw his dad’s brow furrow as he looked at the woman that had caught Dean’s eye. Then he shook his head quickly, turning back to Dean. Huh.

              “No, sir. I’m on it. No fun til the job is done, promise.”

              John nodded. “Alright then. We ready to go see the girlfriend? What was her name?”

              “Emily.”

 ***

              John watched the Impala pull from the curb and sighed. Back at the diner he had thought for a minute he had seen Nova. It had been awhile since their paths had crossed, but he knew from the updates Bobby gave him that she was still hunting. His suspicion had been confirmed when they arrived at Emily’s house to learn the ghost had already been taken care of. Something the little spitfire had come right out and told them as soon as they introduced themselves… “Sorry gentlemen, my girl Nova already took care of Casper the bitchy mistress. If you want to help clean up, though, I won’t say no.”

              Dean had stood there shocked. Hell, so had John at first, but then he thanked the girl for her time. Dean had asked him if he knew who Nova was, but he had brushed the question off. Dean had been ready to press, so John suggested Dean go on his own for a bit, to try it out. The distraction worked, Dean had jumped at the idea so quickly John worried it was a mistake. But the boy had to learn to do things on his own at some point. John had hoped his boys would be a team, but that dream left when Sammy did. John shook his head and stepped up into his truck. Dean was smart, and he was turning into a damn fine hunter. He’d be alright. Time to give Bobby a call and let him know he saw Nova.

  Now

              “Yes, Em, I promise I’ll stop by! I know it’s been awhile, but this is the closest I’ve been to you lately. And I think I’ll definitely need a mini vacation once we deal with these vamps,” you sighed as she launched into her ‘be safe’ spiel for the third time this call. Rufus had called and said he was about an hour out. Jessup had texted to say he would be at the hotel in about 45 minutes. You had decided to use the time to call Emily to check in.

           When you heard her take a breath to continue her lecture, you cut in. “Of course, I’ll be safe, Em. I promise. I’ll text you when my backup gets here so you know I’m not alone, okay?”

            Emily agreed, and only told you to be safe and stay in touch twice more before finally ending the call. You sighed, setting your phone on the bed. You had walked to the lobby for free ‘breakfast’ when you woke up. The coffee had been little better than brown water, but they had half a dozen different cereal varieties for you to mix however you wanted, so that was a plus.

            Sleep had been… restless. You rarely hunted vamps… they brought up too many memories. Avoidance didn’t really help, but after over a decade you figured it was one of the healthier coping mechanisms you employed. Plus, vamps usually had nests, and you liked to consider yourself more of a solo act. Sure, you’d collaborate occasionally, but you mainly kept to yourself. It was better that way. Safer. For everyone. You scrubbed your hands down your face, trying to clear your head.

           You opened your laptop and pulled up the city website. A friend you had met in a chatroom years ago, Lucy, had helped you learn some minor hacking. Not anything crazy, for that you had to come up with an excuse for needing it and then beg her to help. The only monsters Lucy knew about were the human ones, and you were determined to keep it that way. You always told her to call you if anything unusual happened and gave vague reasons as to why. The more you had gotten to know her, the more you realized she had some bad shit happen in her life already, and you wanted to protect her from your reality. So, you chatted frequently, and had movie marathons a couple times a year, but you only gave her half-truths about the bulk of your life.  

             No new bodies had been checked in to the morgue with unusual marks, but you didn’t kid yourself into thinking the vamps hadn’t killed again… they just hadn’t dumped the bodies yet. You needed to end them before more people died. Your phone dinged pulling you from your thoughts. Jessup was here and checking in to a room. Good. You texted him your room number.

            There was a knock on the door just as your cell started to ring. Rufus.

            You opened your phone and brought it to your ear as you checked the peep hole. The guy at the door reminded you a little of Garth. His hair was darker, and he wasn’t quite as wiry, but his structure was similar. “Rufus, you close?”

              “Yeah girl, just hit city limits. I’ll be there soon.” He didn’t wait for you to respond before hanging up.

              You opened the door, your gun held loosely at your side. “Jessup?”

              He nodded, extending his hand. “You must be Nova.”

            You slipped Vera back in her holster before taking his hand. “Sorry, can’t be to careful. Nice to meet you, thanks for coming.”

              “No problem. Dean mentioned vamps?”

              You paused at the name. “Uh… Dean?”

              “Yeah, he said his friend Bobby was putting the call out for backup. Do you not know Dean? Winchester?”

              “Can’t say I do. Bobby let me know you were coming, so I just assumed he had spoken with you. Send my thanks along to Dean, yeah?” Damn it, Bobby. He was trying to keep the fact that John’s son was at his place from you. It had to be. There’d be time to deal with that later.

              “Of course. So, what are we looking at?”

            There was another knock at the door, and you checked it to see a impatient looking Rufus fidgeting outside. “Rufus!” you greeted opening the door and pulling the grumbling hunter into a hug. “Thank you for coming to help. I know you’re retired.”

              “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled, making his way to the table.

              “Rufus, this is Jessup. Jessup, Rufus.”

            After the formalities were done you started going over what you knew.

            Rufus leaned back when you finished going over everything. “Glad you waited for backup. Makes you smarter than most of us. Let’s go check out the places on your list. We can make a plan from there.”

            You and Jessup nodded. “Okay, I’ll drive,” you said, grabbing your keys. Rufus grumbled but didn’t argue. Time to find some vamps.