#i'm sure someone said it before but i didn't realize it until now :p

[whimsicalbus]

albus, elphias and minerva (if she had attended hogwarts in 1900) would be the golden trio of their time <3

[reidsfilm]

LIKE A GODDAMN PRAYER — LOGAN HOWLETT

WARNINGS: SMUT!!! (18+) age-gap (the reader is over 18+) p in v (wrap it up peeps) dirty talk, soft dom! logan, has no plot whatsoever, just straight-up filth petnames: baby, sweetheart, angel, darling, etc. fluff at the end. a tad bit of degarding.

WORD COUNT : 2k

Notes: i'm just now realizing how hot hugh jackman is.

Logan Howlett who swore he wouldn't stain a beautiful thing like you. With your sweet smiles, wide eyes, and flushed apple cheeks. He wouldn't, but the allure of you was too tempting.

And a visit to give him a basket of cookies led to something that couldn't be erased. But now, he wasn't sure if he wanted it removed at all.

Here you were, laying sprawled out underneath him, clothes strewn in piles on the floor, only a pair of white lacy panties covering your sweet pussy. God, it made his boxers feel all the tighter like they were suffocating him, literally and figuratively.

''Look at you... so pretty for me, huh?'' He cooed as his large and rough hand came up to grope at your tits, watching as they spilled between the gaps of his fingers. His eyes darkened further at the sight. A whiny moan left your lips as you wriggled underneath him, pushing your chest up, seeking more.

''S'okay... I got you. Gonna make you feel real good, darlin'.'' And you could only manage a whine, unable to form any words, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. Logan tsked at you, head tilting to the side as he looked at you, eyes flickering from your flushed chest back up to your face, ''Haven't even fucked you yet, and your already going dumb?''

You nodded, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth, and Logan practically growled at the sight as his hand moved down, caressing your ribs, over your stomach, fingertips grazing against your belly button before moving lower.

Your breath hitched as he teased at the waistband of your panties, not quite going further and that made you only feel more desperate, and needy. ''These are cute. Did you wear them on purpose?'' He questioned, snapping it against your skin and eliciting a moan from your lips. ''Answer me, pretty angel.''

The nicknames were doing nothing to help the ache between your legs, instinctively making you rub your thighs together. ''Y-Yeah...'' You replied and he hummed.

''Can I take 'em off?'' And you wasted no time in nodding, bobbing your head up and down. God if you weren't so deeply rooted in this, you would've found yourself pathetic. And maybe you were, but you couldn't care less. You just wanted him. Like he was the answer to all your prayers. Someone you wouldn't think twice about listening to or worshipping.

You were a hundred percent sure this man was a God.

''Yeah, yeah please.'' You were quick to say and Logan didn't need more confirmation than that before he shuffled down a bit. His large hands planted on each side of your hips, ''Lift your hips f'me.'' And you did as he said, lifting up a bit from the soft mattress and allowing him to grip onto the material, dragging it down.

And he did it, oh so slowly. Tease.

''Logan...'' You whined as you watched him, how he kept those hazel eyes locked on your own pair as he tugged them down. ''Patience is a virtue.'' And you wanted to roll your eyes at the words as if you hadn't heard those before. You weren't in the mood for patience, not at all.

You just wanted him to fuck you until you could barely think straight.

''I'm not a patient person.'' You muttered as he slid them down to your ankles, before tossing them somewhere on the floor. His eyes met yours once more, ''Figures.'' He chuckles as he moves closer, grabbing underneath your thighs, and spreading your legs.

His eyes feast upon the sight of your glistening and awaiting pussy. His hazel eyes darken a tad as he takes you in. The prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes upon, and he almost feels ashamed for a split second. A man like him, who's brutal and lives within the darkness of his life, seeing something so eternal like you, it feels illegal.

Like you a forbidden fruit he shouldn't even have laid eyes on to begin with. But your voice pulls him from the depths of his mind.

''Something wrong? Am I not—'' He doesn't even let you finish your sentence, because god forbid something as angelic as you get to be insecure about yourself. ''No... no no. Just admiring the pretty sight laid before me.''

And you blush at his words, biting your lip. ''Yeah? Well if it's such a pretty sight, fuck me.'' You tried to sound confident, you really did. But the crack in your voice, the obvious desire yet nervousness was extremely evident.

And Logan was quick to catch onto it, a smirk gracing his lips, spurring the man on leaving any regret or anything like that behind as he dragged you closer to him by your thighs, making you let out a small squeal. ''Oh, I'll fuck you. Gonna make this pussy sing, yeah?''

He had a silver tongue on him, that's for sure. And it only made you wetter, if that was even possible. His hand slid down between your legs, making you shiver as his thick fingers inched closer to where you needed him most. And you spread your legs wider, opening up more for him.

Logan's rough, calloused fingers brushed against your slick folds, feeling the heat radiating from your core. He groaned at the sensation, his own desire rising rapidly. "Fuck, you're so wet for me already, darlin'," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

You whimpered, arching your back as Logan's fingers teased your entrance, not quite entering you but applying delicious pressure. "Please, Logan," you pleaded, your voice breathy and needy. "I need you."

Logan chuckled darkly, his eyes smoldering as he took in the sight of you sprawled out before him, your body on display, your breasts heaving with each shallow breath.

Logan's fingers continued their torturous teasing, circling your entrance without delving inside. He leaned down, his stubble grazing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your legs.

"Patience, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine. "I wanna savor this moment with you. Make it good for you."

You whined, your hands fisting in the sheets beneath you as you tried to arch into Logan's touch. "Logan, please," you begged, your voice high and desperate. "I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me."

Logan hummed, the vibrations traveling through your body. "So impatient," he chided, but there was no real disapproval in his tone. "Alright, darlin', I'll give you what you want."

He got to removing his boxers, and you swore your eyes were about to pop out of their sockets at the sight of him. His cock was so thick, fat, and decorated with veins. He was definitely a god, no going back on that now.

He shifted, positioning himself between your spread legs. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked down at you. "You're fuckin' beautiful like this," he said, his voice low and rough. "Spread out for me, so eager for my cock."

You blushed at his words, but the embarrassment was quickly overshadowed by the desire coursing through your veins. You needed him, needed to feel him inside you, needed to be filled and stretched and claimed by this man who had captured your heart, soul, and body.

Logan reached down, grasping his hard length in his hand. He stroked himself a few times, his eyes never leaving your face. "You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

You nodded frantically, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," you breathed. "God, yes, Logan. Please, just fuck me already."

Logan chuckled, positioning himself at your entrance. "As you wish," he said, and then he was pushing forward, his thick length sliding into your slick heat inch by inch.

You cried out, your head falling back against the pillow as you felt Logan fill you up. He was so big, stretching you most deliciously, and you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he sank deeper and deeper inside you.

Logan groaned as he felt your tight warm heat envelop him, your walls clenching around his shaft as he bottomed out inside you. "Fuck, darlin'," he grunted, his hips stilling for a moment as he savored the sensation. "You're so fuckin' tight."

You whimpered beneath him, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. "Logan," you gasped, your hips rocking slightly as you adjusted to his size. "You're so big. I can feel you everywhere."

Logan chuckled breathlessly, his forehead pressing against yours as he began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and rough. "Take my cock. Fuck, you feel so good."

You moaned, your head falling back against the pillow as Logan set a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward in a way that had him hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every thrust. "Yes, just like that," you gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper.

Logan groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he increased his pace, driving into you harder and faster. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies coming together, the slap of skin on skin, your labored breaths, and needy moans.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last," Logan grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt his orgasm building. "You feel too fuckin' good, darlin'. Gonna fill this pretty pussy up."

You cried out, your body tensing as you felt your own release approaching. "Yes, Logan, yes," you chanted, your nails raking down his back. "Come inside me. I want to feel you come."

With a final, brutal thrust, Logan buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled his cum into your awaiting womb. You screamed, your body shaking as your own orgasm crashed over you, your walls clamping down around Logan's shaft, milking him for every last drop.

You stayed like that for a moment, Logan's weight pressing down on you as you both struggled to catch your breath. Finally, he rolled off of you, pulling you into his arms and holding you close.

"That was...'' Logan trailed off, large hand caressing against your back.

''Amazing.'' You finished the sentence for him, head snuggling up against his chest, his chest hair tickling against your cheek. Your legs were still twitching, spasming at the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Logan's chest rumbled with a chuckle, his arm tightening around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice a low, satisfied growl. "You're amazing. Fuckin' incredible."

You felt yourself blush at his words, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased, tilting your head up to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "For an old man."

Logan scoffed, his hand coming up to tickle your side. "Old man? I'll show you who's an old man," he threatened, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I can go again, you know. And again, and again."

You giggled, squirming in his arms as his fingers danced over your ribs. "I'm sure you can," you said, your voice breathless with laughter. "But I think I need a break first. You kind of wrecked me."

Logan's expression softened, his hand stilling on your skin. "Sorry, darlin'," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "I didn't mean to be too rough."

You shook your head, reaching up to cover his hand with your own. "No, it was perfect," you assured him, your eyes locking with his. "I loved every second of it."

Logan's gaze searched your face for a moment as if trying to determine the truth of your words. Whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him, because he leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, deep kiss.

When he pulled back, his eyes were warm and soft, a rare vulnerability shining through. "You're something else, angel," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm fuckin' grateful for it."

Your heart swelled at his words, your own eyes growing misty with emotion. "I'm the lucky one," you whispered, your hand coming up to cup his cheek.

And you were, having a man such as himself, making you reach heights you never thought you would, says a lot. And you'd seek him out more, eager and needing more of him.

[number8bciate]

I couldn't let myself forget you.

Set in season four, so spoilers ahead for that. This is based on episode five, I believe.

Cw: Lila and five in episode Five :P

You and five hadn't known one another long, a few years at most, but in that short amount of time, he had found himself growing quite attached to you. He wouldn't admit it outloud. That's just the kind of man he was. He didn't need anyone, but no one could understand him. He couldn't explain it either because he would sound just as insane as the people he had been investigating, but then there was you.

You were too nieve for your own good, but part of him loved you for it. It meant that anything he told you in your head made sense.

"Wait- that was our stop." Lila and Five spoke at the same time, pressing their hands and cheek against the door of the train as they tried to manipulate the train into going back but the platform that they needed to be on just got smaller and smaller and smaller.

Year one

Five thought about you all the time. When he was getting shot at, he thought of how you might bandage his wounds if he got hit or how you would scold him because he was in a dangerous situation. He sat down in the train station, watching Lila as she ate, wondering if she had been having the same thoughts about his brother, or if maybe she was thinking of her kids. He hated the fact that the memory of you was the only thing that kept him going, that kept him trying to get back home, not his family, but you... to be honest, you felt like his family now.

Year Two

"What's that?" Lila asked, peering over the older boys shoulder as she cut his hair for him, trying to catch a glimpse of what had been occupying his thoughts for the last few weeks. He shielded the book from her view, smacking it shut to ensure that she wouldn't see the contents. "Come on, Five!" She pressed, leaning over his shoulder, trying to grab his book, she thought it was harmless, he did not.

"Lila!" He yelled at her, with a different kind of tone in his voice, he was desperate, clearly, he was grieving too and she knew that but she was only trying to lighten the mood a little.

Year Three

Five had now filled three separate books with something in them, Lila wasn't sure what it was, but every time she tried to ask, she got a response not too far off a rabid dog that was protecting it's property, she knew it was important, which was why she wanted to know, which was why she waited until he was dead asleep to try and find out what it was one last time.

She skimmed through the pages that were mostly filled with useless words that made no sense put together, but Five's handwriting had never been the best anyway. She flipped through each page. Only one thing was recurring, and it was a random drawing of someone she knew but didn't know from where.

Year Four

The both of them were growing tired. It was hard to keep running and running with no sight of the end. Five knew Lila was fed up. He understood why, but he couldn't give up, not when he knew that you were still out there waiting for him because he knew you would be.

Year Five

"Hey Five." Lila leaned onto Five, both of them trying to find some sort of warmth between them as the cold metal of the train station dug into their backs. He hummed softly, looking around the room, trying to see if there was something they had missed. He knew there wasn't, but he thought he'd try anyway. "You know that greenhouse, the one with the strawberries?" She started, leaning her head fully on his shoulder now. He nodded, not willing to speak because he knew what her next suggestion would be. "How about we stop there for a few days? I- I know we've - I know we need to get home, I'm just... tired." He understood. Of course he did. He had been through this before, but the time before, he was all alone.

"Sure." He said softly, turning to look at the stacks of books that he had filled, he thought of you, and realized you'd want him to take a break, you'd beg him to, and so he decided he would go, but only for a few weeks.

Year Six

Five walked into the green house, looking at Lila and then the berry bush she was tending to. She tossed one strawberry at him, then another, then another. "If you keep that up, we won't have any left for the winter." He smiled as she threw one more and turned to her as she began walking towards him. She tripped up in a few watering cans that had been discarded on the floor, and he caught her just before she was able to hit the floor.

"Oh- sorry." He noticed the blush on her face, then felt his cheeks begin to heat. His hand rested on her cheek, cupping them and rubbing his fingers over her soft flesh, then he looked to the strawberries on the floor and pulled away, running to the stack of books on the table and joting down a few notes. "What just happened?" She walked over to him, her arms crossing as she leaned against the wall.

"What do you mean?" He asks, slamming the book shut and poking it into his bag. He turned to her, noticing that she had a slight pout across her face.

"Whatever that was." He stared at her for a while, shrugged his shoulders, and walked away.

Year Seven

"I'm going out to look for some more scrap metal."

"What happened to the stuff we already had?" Lila asked curiously, looking the boy up and down. He rubbed his fingers over the braclet in his pocket, the one he had made.

"I have no clue." He walked out of the house and back to the train station. He grabbed a few wires, tugging on them before he slipped and dropped his flashlight down onto the tracks. He looked both ways, just to be safe and climbed down onto them. "What's that?" He thought out loud as he grabbed a book he had never seen before. He climbed back up onto the train platform and opened the book. "That's my handwriting." He pointed out to himself as he read what was throughout the pages, figuring out that it was their way home.

"What's that?" Lila asked, sitting down next to him.

"A way home." He said simply, flipping through more of the pages, everything inside of his head clicking together like it had been obvious the whole time. He shook his head in disappointment in himself.

"Wait, what?" Lila asked, chasing after him as he ran back to their house and packed up his bag. "Should we think about this first?" She suggested.

"Think about what?" He asked, stuffing the books into his bag as he changed into what he had been wearing the day they had left.

"That- Maybe this is a trap of some sort? Set by the older, uh? Younger? You." She followed him around the house, trying to keep his pace as he charged out the door.

"I'm willing to take the risk, why aren't you?" He turns around. She almost smashed right into him.

"I am. I just think we need to consider the fact that this could be a trap." He understood her concern. Some people would rather not take the risk, there was a chance that this was a trap, and that they would die.

"Stay here if you want, I'm going." He decided and made his way back to the train station, her following closely behind him.

When they returned, it had only been an hour or two, you were sitting in between Allison and Luther and bounced your leg nervously, wondering where Five could have gone. Lila, walked in through the door followed by Five who's eyes searched the room until they landed on you. You jumped up out of your seat and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. He nearly cried, as much as he hated to admit it, his eyes welled with tears, feeling you pressed against him was something he didn't think he'd ever feel again. "I wasn't gone that long." His voice shook, but only slightly as you pulled away from him to check him for any injuries, because you knew how careless he could be.

"It was too long." You smiled though, no matter how pissed you were at him for not returning your calls or texts, you were just glad he was alright.

He looked around the room again and stuffed his hand onto his pocket, feeling the braclet that he had forgotten about. The two of you walked to the center of the room, you sat down where you had been and five remained standing, you glanced over to Lila who had a distant look in her eyes as she looked at her husband and then you looked back to five, who was now standing right infront of you, playing with something in his pocket.

Everyone's attention was brought to him as he cleared his throat, he knew it was sudden, and he knew he would jump off the side of a cliff if you happened to not reciprocate his feelings, but he dropped down onto one knee and pulled a bag out of his pocket. Allison, who was now sitting up straight with a face full of surprise gasped at the sight if her oldest brother on his knee.

"I- Jesus. Uhm." You looked to Lila who, unlike before, was now focused on Five, but it wasn't that unusual, right? Besides the fact that her face held signs of jealousy and sadness, it wasn't weird at all. Your heart fluttered when he held out his cupped hands towards you, his eyes pleading with you to take the bag that was in them. "Y/n.." He spoke carefully, as his cheeks began to redden as Allison's reaction threw him off the piller of confidence he was once standing on.

You nodded, ready to hear what he had to say, you hands grabbed the bag but remained in their place, trying to soothe the old man's nerves as he worked up the courage to speak. "Will you give me the honor of.. marrying me?" You squealed and jumped out of your seat, pulling Five to his feet and you kissed him. "Will you?" He whispered to you this time.

"Yes I will." You kissed him once more.

Once the excitement settled down, and the bracelet sat proudly on your wrist, you noticed the bag that your fiancé had brought in with him. "What's that?" You asked, pointing to the bag. He bit his lip nervously and pulled a few of the books he had filled up the bag. Revealing the contents to you. The words didn't make sense to you either, until you saw your face, the soft brush strokes that he used to draw your hair and your eyes, you had never looked so beautiful.

He kissed your cheek and whispered into your ear, his lips brushing against them. "I- I couldn't let myself forget you."

"You remembered I like strawberries." You pointed out, you ignored the way he flinched when you had mentioned it, but he ran his fingers over the words and nodded softly.

"Of course I did."

[xxchumanixx]

Could you make a part two for doomed🙏 like imagine Tim knocking on her door a week into her being a rookie and she says "what are you doing here" "im here for round two" or somthing like that😭 idk I'm not a writer but you get it.

Pretty please with a cherry on top

Doomed pt. 2

Tim Bradford x rookie!reader

Warnings/Tags: smut, 18+ mdni!, p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), fluff, angst (but only if you squint) Word count: 1.407 Authors note: Hello love, here is part 2! I know its a little short, but maybe I'll do a part 3. Also, I made a month out of the week, just for the purpose of the story.

Read part one here

Enjoy!

It had been a month, and it already felt like years.

Having had the best sex of your life with Tim, then finding out you're his rookie, didn't go too well. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, but it made matters only worse.

More than once, you had the urge to just hide in a bathroom and rub it out. Of course, you didn't. You didn't want to risk your job or someones life, so you sat it out until your shift was over.

You were horny, and if you didn't find someone comparable to Tim - pardon, officer Bradford - anytime soon, you would explode.

But, would it be that easy to find a comparison? Especially when you saw his face everyday, reminding you of the blissful night you had spent together.

His mere presence was torture, his voice and his scent messing with your head. You had trouble concentrating, something he noticed. He had asked what was up with you, but you lied - You couldn't tell him that you wanted to have sex with him after all, right?

It would have been highly appropriate, not to mention strictly forbidden by the LAPD.

But you weren't the only one feeling this way, as you'd soon enough realized.

At the end of your first month, someone knocked on your door, just when you were about to go to sleep. Sighing, you walked towards the door, as it knocked again.

"I'm coming!" you grumbled, opening it, ready to yell at whoever dared to knock at this time of night. You were already late to bed, still hoping to get a little sleep, before you would have to face him yet again.

But, when you saw who it was, you halted.

"Officer Bradford?" you asked in confusion, as you noticed his labored breathing, not giving you any time, before he pushed you backwards, closing the door behind him in one fluid motion.

"Wha-" you wanted to say, but he cut you off, as he pulled you towards him, his lips meeting yours.

Overwhelmed, you needed a moment to respond, before your hands wrapped around his neck, tugging him even closer.

This had to be a dream.

The kiss was demanding and hot, there was nothing sweet about it. It was impatient, tongue and teeth.

His hands wandered up your body, brushing over the curves of your breasts, before they grabbed your face, tilting your head backwards to deepen the kiss.

You whimpered, hands brushing under his shirt and over his defined abs. His skin trembled under your touch, as he slowly inched you backwards, until your back hit the wall.

Letting go to fill your lungs with much needed air, his eyes found yours. Pupils blown wide, he licked his lip, before his gaze averted.

"What are you doing here?" you wanted to know, still breathless. Maybe you should have asked earlier, if you'd have had the chance to do so.

He took a shuddering breath, looking back up. "You said I could come over." he started, swallowing. "For a round two." Huffing over his own words, he took a step back, eyes falling to the floor.

"But now I'm not sure anymore."

Your brows furrowed, having trouble to follow him. Sighing, you closed the distance again, trying to make him look at you. "Tim." you spoke softly, his eyes finding their way back to yours.

"What made you change your mind?"

"You're my rookie, Y/N." he quietly spoke, desperately fighting the urge to press his lips to your own, sealing your fate with a searing kiss.

You were mere inches apart, a boundary you had already crossed moments ago.

"I know." you murmured, and you swore his eyes fluttered closed for a split second. "But can you really deny what you feel?"

He swallowed again, inhaling shakily.

"No."

With that, his lips met yours again, as his body pressed to yours, holding you close with his hands on your back and waist.

Sighing, you returned the kiss, pulling him impossibly closer.

It didn't take you long to make your way to your bed, both in your underwear by the time you reached it. He climbed on top of you, fingers dancing over your heated skin.

His lips trailed down your throat, making you dizzy, as his fingers slipped between your thighs. Gasping, your back arched off the mattress, as one of his fingers pressed against your still covered clit.

"Fuck." you moaned, as it rubbed hard against the sensitive spot. His lips found their way back to yours, as his hand slipped inside your panties.

You squirmed under him, his fingers teasing your cunt, before two of them slipped inside. You moaned, dragging your nails over his back, making him hiss in return, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

When he was pounding into you only minutes later, he made you see stars, all the while moaning and panting, as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

It didn't take him long to push you over it, having changed position only moments before, so you were sitting on top of him, bodies firmly pressed together, as he pounded into you.

Screaming out his name, you came, pulling him with you as you clenched down around him, making him hiss, before he came as well.

Panting, your movements stilled, trying to calm your racing hearts and trembling bodies.

But with the calmness, came realization.

"Fuck." you breathed out, as you realized what you just did. He fell backwards against your pillows, letting go of the breath he must've held in.

"Yeah, fuck."

Climbing off him, you started to frantically collect your clothes, putting them back on. He listened to you moving, his chest heaving up and down.

Throwing his shirt at him, you rubbed your temples, trying to make sense of the situation.

He sat up, looking at you with his shirt in his hands.

"What now?" he wanted to know, eyes following you, as you started to pace, but stopped at his words. "What now?" you repeated, huffing. "You tell me! You're my supervisor!"

What seemed to be all you wished for minutes ago, seemed like the biggest mistake of your life now.

He was your TO, your supervisor and trainer - you shouldn't even think about having sex with him, yet you just had a round two of the best sex of your life.

He sighed, fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

"Let's face it." he halfheartedly suggested, shoulders shrugging. "I don't think that we will be able to just suppress it. It took us a month of torturing ourselves until we broke the rules. I don't think this won't happen again."

"It's forbidden." you reminded him, biting on your thumbnail. You knew that he was right, though. You wouldn't be able to withstand him, and neither would he.

He sent you a pointed look. "It's not like we didn't just break the rules." he sassed, eyes widening as he shook his head to emphasize his words.

Rolling your eyes, you licked your lip, before biting down on the soft cushion.

"I know." you mumbled, swallowing, as you looked away. "But I'm scared."

He sat up, the bed sheets ruffling, before he walked towards you, bringing your gaze back to his with a finger on your chin.

"I know that you're scared." he spoke softly, eyes locked onto yours. "And I'm not saying, that we have to do this - I would never pressure you or anything. But I know, that I won't be able to let this - you - go. If you don't feel comfortable with it, then I will ask for you to get another TO. Or you tell me to go and forget about it, then I'll do that."

You tried to swallow down the lump in your throat, taking a second to think about his words.

You couldn't deny that you wanted him, not when he was so palpable, right in front of you - offering himself for you to take.

"Okay." you agreed, nodding with a half smile on your face. He cocked a brow in question, and you sighed, somewhat relieved.

"I want this as well, Tim. But I don't want another TO - only if you want to be replaced, or if it's too risky for you."

He huffed in amusement, a smile splitting his lips.

"Risky is my second name, baby."

<- Part one Part three ->

[ahsxual]

Hi! Your writing is wonderful, and I wanted to wish you the best of luck on your exams in advance 🥰 could you imagine the stoic Sang-woo proposing to his girlfriend? Idk the idea of him being in a relationship and coming to terms with his emotions fascinates me. Thanks!

Sweet Proposal

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: Awww thank you, dear anon! I truly appreciate your kind words, it means the world to me 🥺💓 I have to say that I agree with you and I absolutely loved your idea for this request! I hope you enjoy my writing and I wish you the best <33 I wrote this request a long time ago and never posted it idk why, but here goes (my apologies🥺)

You and Sang-woo have been dating a few years now: you met him through his mother, the woman who you visited everytime you passed by her store and who you always bought something fresh to eat. Her products were of great quality, besides the fact that she was the kindest woman you have ever met in your entire life. She treated you like her own daughter/son, and since you lived by yourself in south korea, you really appreciated having someone who you could count on. Whenever you had a bad day, you would tell her and she would help you by giving you the best advices from her life experience, so your relationship was pretty close. Until one day, her son visited her, and that's when you met the love of your life.

"Good morning, miss Cho!" you greeted your second mother as you liked to call her, only for her to turn to you with the biggest smile and bright eyes on her face, as always. However, this time she had company.

"Oh, my sweet Y/N! Come here sweetie, please let me introduce you my wonderful son, Cho Sang-woo!" she seemed so excited, in contrast to her son who seemed pretty serious and uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"Hey." he simply said with a low, yet neutral tone, making you realize that he was quite the opposite from his mother: she shined even in the darkest days, while he somehow brings darkness wherever he goes to. But the fact that he had such a hard personality to deal with and understand, instead of pushing you away, only made you even more curious about that mysterious man. Besides the fact that he is incredibly handsome, but that's another story.

"Hey there! I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you." you put your hand in front of him so you wouldn't be just standing there looking awkwardly at each other. He looked at it for a second, before taking it and shaking it gently, like he was afraid to break your way smaller hand.

"I'm so happy you finally met my son! I'm sure you two will get along just perfectly!" her joy was contagious, yet her own son didn't seem to let his mother's charm get to him. You heard her talking about her amazing son so many times, saying how he was a kind man, and extremely intelligent and responsible. Yet, here he is, looking like his life was a complete chaos.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will." you answered shyly, only for him to look at you with a surprised expression. You simply smiled at him, making him blush slightly at your cuteness.

Now you are in bed with your soulmate by your side, watching him sleep peacefully: who would have known you two would get here? Together?? You didn't know the right answer for that as well, but the truth is that life can really surprise you.

You were Sang-woo’s first love: the only person who stood with him no matter how many problems he had, both professionally and psychologically. You would never give up on him, and that's what made him realize you were the love of his life, the soulmate he was unconsciously looking for so desperately. No one would ever guessed, but one of Sang-woo’s main goals in his life is creating a family who loved and supported him until the end, to feel the happiness and comfort of waking up every day next to his significant other. However, before meeting you, his problem was that he never had the patience or motivation to find love or to continue to please his possible partner until they fell for him. No, he wanted to focus on his professional career first, the rest just being mere details. What made him fall for you, was your dedication to be with him and build a promising life by his side, supporting him and helping him whenever he needed: you were also the first and only person who he told about his fears, insecurities and feelings about certain topics, but only after a few, long months of building trust and courage. And you did the same: you considered him your best friend, because he always helped you with the most racional advices, which were the best in your opinion.

After a few minutes of analyzing lovingly every feature that you knew so well of your loved one, you noticed him moving slightly and groaning from waking up from his precious sleep.

"Good morning, tough guy." you joked, only to receive a confused expression from him just before he rolled his reddish eyes and laugh at the nickname.

"Good morning, babe." his voice was so deep that it made you have inappropriate thoughts, however you knew he was too tired for it right now. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I actually did. As for you, I think I don't even have to ask." you laughed at his still sleepy state, before putting your legs over him and hug his long torso. He pulled you closer, closing the space that separated your hungry lips before kissing you slowly, yet with the perfect amount of passion and love.

"Yeah, I really needed to rest my mind and body from yesterday." you shyly laughed at him before hitting his arm when he reminded you from your passionate love session from the night before.

"You silly!" the moment you called him that, he rolled you over so he could be on top.

"Call me that again and see what happens." he warned you with a serious face, yet you knew him better. He was obviously messing with you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like his demanding behavior.

"Can you join me in the shower, babe? Please?" you decided to change the subject, giving him the pleading look that you knew he couldn't resist.

"Yeah, sure." he smiled before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Just wait for me, I'll be right back."

"Ok, I'll wait for you." you gave him a last peck on his lips, before making your way to the bathroom, unconscious of what was coming for you.

That day your boyfriend invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, so you thought it would be a simple date like the many you've had before. But this time, he had promising plans for you and your future together, something you weren't expecting to happen so soon. It was already 7:30 pm, so he called you to hurry so you could be on time at the restaurant.

"I'm coming!" you warned your handsome boyfriend, before you appeared in front of him dressing your favorite date outfit that he bought you a few days ago.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart." his eyes were full of love, admiration and pride for you, making your heart melt with happiness. You felt so loved at that moment... you still couldn't believe you were dating that man.

"Thank you, love. Let's go." you thanked him, before leaving your house and walk to get into his expensive black car.

You and Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes earlier, so you took your time to sit at your reserved table. The restaurant was outstanding: everyone was dressed nicely and the environment was peaceful and romantic; it was an expensive and well known restaurant from your city, which made you feel important. You also felt really happy to know that your boyfriend took you on a date at a very welcoming and beautiful place: it meant that he really loved you and makes a real effort to build up your relationship by changing your routine from time to time, which was healthy for both of you.

A few hours passed and you talked about everything and anything: your plans for your future together, funny stories that happened in your childhood that you didn't know about, how work was going and who are the people you like or dislike... it was a really nice, yet nostalgic and interesting conversation. After that, he insisted to pay your dinner. You felt bad, so he promised next time you could pay, which you knew he was lying.

When you left the restaurant, hand in hand, he told you that his plans for that night weren't done yet.

"I need you to do something for me, honey." your future husband said as soon as you entered the car. You looked at him suspiciously, waiting for whatever was coming. "Close your eyes." he simply said.

"What? Why would you-"

"Just trust me, ok? It's not like I'll kidnap you or something." he made sure to use his sarcasm to relax you a little bit, indirectly telling you that he wasn't going to do anything bad.

"I wouldn't mind if you did so." your sassy comment made him laugh quietly, before you closed your eyes and heard his car running.

Minutes passed and you were starting to get bored with having your eyes closed for so long. At least his strong grip on your inner thigh kept you entertained during the car trip. Suddenly, you felt the car stop slowly, and that's when you realized you had finally arrived at your destination. You were about to open your eyes, when you felt a smack on your thigh.

"Ah! I didn't say you could open your eyes already, did I?" his demanding tone made you internally scream and blush hard, but you needed to remain calm to not lead things to another way, since you didn't want to ruin the plans he made for you.

He helped you getting out of the car, before putting his hand on your waist to guide you to the place where he would make the big proposal.

"Open your eyes, love." he whispered into your ear. The moment you opened your eyes, tears instantly made their way to your warm cheeks: you could watch and admire each star on the sky, shining in your direction; it was full moon night, which made you think that Sang-woo chose this specific night for that reason; in front of you, you could also see and hear the calm and relaxing dark-blue sea moving at a slow and therapeutical pace. It was the most romantic moment you ever had and even imagined. You were too focus on the ocean and the brilliant stars above you, that you didn't even notice what was written on the sand: "Will you marry me, Y/N?" was written in huge and well marked letters. This made your heart beat at an incredibly fast pace and your vision to go blurry due to the emotional warm tears that wanted to escape from your eyes.

"Baby, what's all of thi-" when you turned around in hope that the man of your life would explain what was happening at that moment, even tho you knew already, you saw him kneeling instead, looking at you nervously with a small black box on his hands which contained a shining ring inside.

"L/n Y/n, I know I'm not the best lover sometimes due to my emotionless personality, however you liberate a more loving, caring and passionate side of me that I never knew I could have until I met you. I never thought I could be so in love with someone... and to be honest, I didn't even know what was love before I kissed you for the first time. I'm sorry for all the times I made you upset, but I promise I'll be a better person for you. So... will you marry me, my love?" you never saw your boyfriend being so open with his feelings, not even towards you, so you knew this was extremely hard for him and that all what he was saying was the pure truth. Also for the first time you noticed Sang-woo cry in front of you, even though he remained with a neutral facial expression.

Deep inside, you knew he feels a lot, he just used this "mask" to hide his vulnerability and pretend he is emotionless. But with you, he doesn't feel the need to pretend to be strong all the time. And that's when he realized it was you who he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with.

You couldn't help but cry in front of him, his action caughting you by surprise, in a good sense.

"Of course my love, of course I will marry you!! There is nothing I desire more than to have you as my husband." he smiled until his cheeks started to get sore: this moment was unique and special for both of you. You always made him forget any pain he might feel. He quickly stood up and picked up into his arms, spinning you over and over again until you both felt almost dizzy.

That night was unforgettable for both of you, and now that you had a wedding ring on your finger, you couldn't think about anything else than stepping onto the altar and marry the man of your dreams.

[hellhazbinstuck]

I wanted to ask for wlw verosika imagine. Basically the reader was w verosika in rehab and they had something going on but nothing ever happened until they randomly find each other in a bar. The reader would think verosika doesn't remember abt her but they would end up tangled in the bar's bathroom

You had gotten out of rehab months ago, and right now, you were throwing some of that time away at a bar. You were talking to a cute girl, and you could feel it going nowhere. Cute was no substitute for Veronica.

That sounds really fucking shallow. Normally, you wouldn't compare someone you'd just met to a pop star of all people. But Verosika was.... different. You met her at the shitty rehab you went to, and you thought you hit it off pretty well. You gave her your number when she got early, already a long shot, and she never used it.

"I'm sorry, I have to use the restroom." You told the girl sitting next to you before you booked it to a stall in the ladies' room. You did have to go, but mostly, you were just trying to dodge the girl and make sure nothing would go any further.

After about fifteen minutes, you left the restroom. On your way to get another drink, you ran into someone.

"Oh my God, I'm so- Verosika?" The embarrassment in your face went away when you realized it was her. "I haven't seen you in a while." You blushed, but you were clearly sad. "What are you doing here?"

She put an arm around you. "I've been looking for you for a while. I came here because you mentioned this bar in rehab, and I've been trying to find you for months ever since your phone disappeared." She pulled a phone out of her purse. " I believe this is yours. "

You slowly took the phone while looking up at her. "I thought you forgot about me. I thought I was too boring and-" She cut you off with a deep kiss. "You're too fantastic and beautiful to forget about. You're the one person I've made a connection with who didn't see me as a pop star first instead of who I am."

She picked you up, making your legs wrap around your waist, and kissed you again. "Do you wanna take this to the bathroom? I think we've both been way too deprived of each other. " You responded by kissing her.

She set you on the counter and kicked every stall door to make sure nobody could watch you. "Where were we?" She said, stroking the inside of your thigh. You decided to be forward and started unzipping your dress before she stopped you. "Let me do all of that Y/N"

Verosika started unzipping your dress, her lips practically latched to your neck, causing your moans to echo off the bathroom walls. "No bra? That's good for me." She immediately put one of your ripples in her mouth, making you moan almost instantly. "Fuck I missed how responsive you are." She growled in your ear as her hands went under your dress and ripped your panties off.

She started rubbing circles on your clit, making your legs shake and your hands let go of the counter. She put three fingers in your pussy and tried to start off slowly. "P-please, go faster. I need it so badly!"

"Fuck, I've missed everything about you baby. I'm not letting you go again." Her fingers moved even faster, and she took your clit into her mouth. She started off licking in slow circles and increasing her speed almost by the second.

She smirked against your clit as your moans got louder and your walls tightened around her fingers. "Verosika! Fuck, mommy can I cum?!" She smirked against your clit, you always know how to be the sweetest. "Yes, baby."

She kissed you, moving her fingers even faster. "F-fuck! Mommy! Please!" You moaned out. Your legs began shaking as you came all over her fingers.

Verosika licked everything off of her fingers before putting you back in your dress and putting your ripped panties in her purse.

She picked you up bridal style and carried you to her limo. Your legs always gave out after she fucked you, so she wasn't gonna make you walk. "Let's go home. Fuck, I've missed you."

[alwayssassydreamer]

Only Room For One Red Head

A/N: Shanks and Kid are probably very OOC in this one but I don't care. Story is longer than planned sorry. As always not proofread

Plot: you and Kid are so busy loving each other that you don't realize you have a visitor

Warnings: smut, nsfw, voyeurism, p in v, MDNI

Characters: Kid x F!Reader x Shanks(kinda), Killer and Beckmann (side characters)

You took a book from your nightstand and flicked through the pages.

You were laying on your stomach, leaning on your elbows, feet tangling off the bed. wearing nothing but your underwear.

The book was more exciting than expected. you were so absored by it that you were startled when you felt a single finger running over your sole tickling it lightly

"Fuck" you cursed pulling your foot away and turning your head.

"Couldn't resist" Kid said with a cheeky grin as you turned back to your book.

"You mad now or what" he huffed taking in the sight before him.

"You said the briefing wouldn't take too long yet I'm waiting almost half an hour now" you said pretending to read.

"It didn't take long but afterwards i had to make sure everyone knows what to do and everything is going according to plan so No one would disturb me and my little mouse" he explained as he slowly climbed over your frame, his flesh hand moving over your thigh.

"You made sure? Did Killer go overboard or what?" You teased knowing quite well that his first mate was usually the one to double check everything and made sure that everything went smoothly.

"Are you undermining my abilities" he growled his hand squeezing your thigh.

You muffled a small laugh.

This rare playful moments between the two of you melt your heart. Especially since you and maybe Killer were the only ones to see this side of Kid.

Holding the book closer to your face you ignored him. When he suddenly bit your ass.

"Kid" you squealed surprised by the sudden sensation. He chuckled lowly before giving your booty a slap.

"Put that fucking book aside someone needs to be put in place"

"Sorry but i guess you'll have to wait till I'm done but don't worry won't take too long" you teased big grin on your face.

You heard an almost feral growl behind you before you were grabbed and turned around.

"What are you doing" you asked not able to contain your laugh.

He grabbed the book and threw it across the room. His strong form now hovering over you he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head holding them carefully with his metal hand.

"I'm not competing with a fucking book for your attention" he grumbled. You looked each other deep in the eyes smiling.

"You're really beautiful mouse"

"Not beautiful enough otherwise you wouldn't have kept me waiting" you teased your lips brushing over his.

"I'm gonna make it up to you and then you will never again complain about it". Mischievous grin on his face.

He pressed his lips on yours gently and lovingly kissing you. You could feel yourself melt into it. Carefully biting and pulling on his lower lip as he pulled away.

"Don't move" he commanded as he let go of you only to remove his shirt. You looked at him biting your lip.

"Like what you see".

"No.....I love it" you said as he crashed his lips on yours again. This time kissing you a little rougher forcing your mouth to open and let his tongue slide in.

He used his metal hand to steady himself while the other moved to your hip. Your own wrapped around his neck.

The moment he pulled away you whined.

But not for long as he started to kiss along your jawline then biting and sucking on your neck, a small moan escaping your throat.

You were so distracted with each other that you didnt realize that someone had entered the room - until he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry to interupt you" the man said.

You turned in the direction the voice came from and were shocked to see who it belonged to.

"Shanks" you said in disbelief making Kid let go of you.

"The fuck you doing?! How did you get in here?" Kid yelled jumping of the bed.

"Well we came across your ship and I wanted to finally meet the man who lost his arm to my first mate myself." He taunted as he grabbed the chair by the desk and sat down.

Kids eyes were filled with rage. You knew he was ready to attack him so you grabbed his arm.

"Baby please" you begged trying to calm him down.Shanks who watched the two of you closely smiled.

"Don't worry your crew is fine. I'm not here to fight you, like I said I just wanted to meet you and maybe borrow some of your booze" Shanks explained his gaze moving from Kid to you.

That didn't go unnoticed by Kid who grabbed his shirt and threw it to you.

"You can't hide such a beauty from me" Shanks teased while you were so dumbstruck you couldn't even move.

"Shanks, the brats are under control no one's hurt." Benn Beckman said leaning against the doorframe.

"What do we have here" he mocked as he looked at you.

"Seems we interrupted their fun" Shanks said chuckling.

As soon as Kid caught sight of Beckmann he clenched his fist, body tensing, the small metal parts in the room starting to shake.

You were worried that he might do something stupid so you pulled hardly at his arm causing him to take a step back and sit on the edge of the bed.

You moved closer to him and placed your head on his shoulder body pressing against his back as one hand gripped his flesh hand the other placed on his chest.

"I know you're mad but please love calm down. He said they're fine don't give them a reason to change that" you calmly said the hand on his chest gently moving up and down.

"You should listen to your pretty lady" Shanks said grabbing the bottle of wine that was placed on the desk next to him, taking a big gulp.

"If anything happens to them-"

"If you don't do anything stupid no one will harm them" Beckmann said cutting Kid of.

You too were worried about Killer and the crew but something in the older men's voices had you think they were true to their words.

"Come on love, Killer is with them and he's smart enough to assess the situation. He will be fine. Do it for me please" you whispered into Kid's ear.

The metal parts stopped shaking - a sign that he calmed down a little. Even though you two would often bicker or tease each other even throw some insults at each other from time to time you still loved the other deeply. Kid's usually loud and angry demeanor immediately dropped the moment he was with you.

"How about you tell us where we can get the booze and then we'll leave your ship so you can take care of your little lady" Beckmann said smug smile on his face.

"but I want to watch" Shanks said smiling at you, making you blush, while Beckmann shook his head.

That was unexpected but you didn’t mind them watching. You had no problem showing people how much you loved Kid. Usually Kid didn't mind either most of the crew had stepped in on you so many times. Killer was mostly the (un)lucky one. One time Kid was fucking you while discussing who knows what with Killer.

"The booze is at the end of the corridor on the left side" you said looking at Beckmann.

"Thank you little lady"

Kid tilted his head to look at you. You gave him a warm smile.

"I've waited way too long" you complained playful smile on your face.

"Oh you should never keep a lady waiting, especially not if she's so stunning" Shanks mocked Kid. The latter growled wanting to snap at Shanks.

"Ignore him and let him watch. Show him how much you love me." You whispered in his ear biting his earlob and pulling carefully.

He tilted his head to look at you and smiled evilly. He jumped on you tackling you to the bed.

"Where were we?" He asked teasingly and started to kiss your neck slowly moving down to your chest.

He took hold of your bra and ripped it off and in Shanks' direction, who let out a small chuckle.

You both tried to blend him out.

Kid's kisses were more passionate than before probably because of Shanks. You moaned as he licked over your nipple while his flesh hand ghosted over your skin.

"Oh god Kid" you moaned as you gripped at his hair. He looked up at you smiling. The look in his eyes sent a wave of heat through your body.

He grabbed your hand and carefully placed it on his chest right over his heart.Feeling his heartbeat speeding up when he looked up at you made you smile.

Your other hand gently pulled at his hair motioning him to come closer so you could kiss him. He smiled into the kiss.

Though you felt Shanks' burning eyes on you you didn't care. All that matter right now was Kid and the way he made you feel like there were only the two of you in this world.

He continued to place small kisses down your body to your lower belly stopping at your waistline. With the fabric of your panty between his teeth he slowly pulled it down. His breath brushing against your core.

"Please stop teasing" you said breath hitching.

"If that's what my mouse wants" he taunted and in a swift move removed your panties.

A moment later he had ridden himself of his clothes.

He spread your legs a little further and placed himself between them. Loving kisses were placed along your inner thigh. Your hands gripping the sheets in anticipation.

The moment his lips met your core you gasped. Kid continued to torment your pussy with sweet kisses before suddenly using his tongue on your clit and pushing two fingers inside you.

"Fuck" you moaned arching your back. His hands taking hold of your hips to prevent you from moving too much.

When he was satisfied with prepping you he grab one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder. Pushing his cock deep inside you.

"God dammit" you hissed your nails clawing at the bed sheets.

"Damn mouse you feel so good" He picked up the pace making you moan louder. Lust rushing through your body. Shivers running down your spine.

"Oh Kid I'm close" you almost shouted at him.

Kid growled grabbing your other leg throwing it over his other shoulder.

The new sensation was driving you crazy. He was so deep in you. Feeling so good.

"Cum for me" he said as his own climax approached, placing a finger on your clit rubbing it. This was too much for you - you couldn't take it any more. You reached your high screaming his name. The feeling of your juice around his cock brought him to his own orgasm. You were panting and sweating, chest heaving.

"That was amazing mouse" Kid said after pulling out of you and collapsing on the bed next to you.

"What a show" you had almost forgotten that Shanks was still in the room.

"Had to keep myself from joining in" he said buttoning up his pants. Well looks like he was enjoying himself.

"But couldn't bring myself to disturb you two lovers" he teased. Kid propped himself up on his elbow.

"Show's over now get the fuck off my ship" he grunted grabbing the sheets to cover your naked body.

"Fine, thanks for the entertainment, next time we meet I'm joining you or maybe borrow your lovely lady instead of booze" Shanks said as he got up and made his way to the door.

"Sorry but the only one armed red head that is allowed to fuck me lays next to me" you said bluntly making Kid laugh.

Shanks stopped and turned to look at you. You were expecting some sort of anger but you were instead greeted by a warm smile.

"What a pity. But i respect that" Shanks said calmly and left the room.

"I love you mouse"

"I love you too" you rolled on top of him and kissed him.

"But i have to go check on the crew" he continued lifting you off him.

You couldn't blame him and decided to go with him.

When you arrived on the deck the red hair pirates had almost left the ship.

Kid immediately went to Killer asking if everyone's ok, never letting go of your hand.

You turned to look as the yonko and his first mate stopped for a moment turning to look at you causing you to tightly hold onto Kid’s arm. The latter not paying attention still too absorbed to make sure everyone is fine.

The older pirates stared at you for what felt like an eternity. With a smile from the first mate and a wink from the yonko they finally got off the ship causing you to blush slightly.

"I thought you wanted to get rid of them" Beckman said to Shanks as their ship sailed futher and further from the Victoria Punk.

"Changed my mind, after all they're just kids"

"This has nothing to do with the little lady and the captain. Seems like you've grown a sof spot for them" Beckmann mocked.

"Real love is a beautiful thing and hardly to find in a world like this, Becks" Shanks said smiling thinking about the bond between you and Kid.

[deep-fried-egg]

We can still be friends

CW: g!p, smut, blowjob, short. Very short, r gets friend zoned

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

I have never been high before.  And I know that's probably a surprise when it's coming from the best friend of a girl that gets high almost every day! But I've just never thought about it.  Until today of course...

Vada and I were passing a joint  back and forth while she giggled at something I was saying. It was funny seeing her like this. Her hair was in a bun, she had on an orange sweater with some grey sweatpants. she looks so cute!

I'm glad I could finally see her relaxed like this after all the shit she endured from the shooting.  Actually, that's how we met! we hod in a bathroom stall together when there was some dumbass with a gun at our school.

we're both mostly over it now but sometimes when I hear fireworks it just triggers a trauma response in my head and I think it's happening all over again...

but that's enough about that topic... I need to be relaxing.  that's why I'm trying weed anyway! she told me it would help me relax. so here I am.  smoking weed with my best friend that I admittedly have a little crush on...

she doesn't know that though.  and she certainly doesn't have to.

"Have you ever given someone a blowjob?" Vada  asked with a sly smile while passing another puff of smoke into her mouth and then exhaling through her nose.  She looked so beautiful with her lips slightly parted...  and that stupid grin on her face.

I nearly choked on the smoke I had inhaled from the blunt.  "wha..." I sputtered while coughing violently. I hadn't expected her to ask me that!

"have you...?" I  asked her back, hoping I didn't sound as flustered as I felt.

"what? no! I am so awkward..."  she laughed at herself. "I'm surprised you haven't! you're like... the fuck princess!"

I let out a laugh too. "what does that mean?'

"You know! the fuck princess!"

"well, that's on me I guess.  never assume." Vada  just shrugged and rolled her eyes.  I couldn't stop laughing. 

"well actually I was gonna say... you wanna try it?" Vadas question made me confused... she doesn't have a dick! how could I try it?

"how? I mean neither of us have a dick right?" 

she smirked again. "you sure? because I do." I tried not to react, but I could feel the heat rising up my cheeks.  "if you don't want to don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do but-"

she cut off her own ramblings when she realized I wasn't responding anymore.  instead, I was staring at her with wide eyes.  "is that a yes?"

  she asked nervously. "because I really wouldn't mind if you said no. I know I can get kind of forward."

"yes," I replied without hesitation.

She grinned widely and pulled me closer by my shirt.  she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against mine. I returned the kiss eagerly and  wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her body tightly against mine.   She moaned quietly and  started to move her hands along my body, slowly sliding them down my torso.

I responded by grinding my hips against hers.  she pulled away  for a moment and stared at her lap.  I followed her gaze and saw her hard  cock straining against her sweatpants.

"Fuck... I'm sorry I'm just excited..."  she whispered . 

"don't be sorry..." I replied before tugging on the waistband of her sweats  and pushing them down to her thighs. My hands immediately went to the bulge that sat directly under her boxers.

I palmed it gently, stroking the skin underneath. I have no clue how to do this... I've never touched a dick before!

I pulled down vada's boxers  completely, revealing her huge cock... fuck.  how am I supposed to do this?

I  hesitated, thinking about what to do next.  but then she groaned and grabbed my shoulders, urging me to take her cock into my mouth . I did what she wanted, running my tongue along its length until I reached the tip.

Vada moaned softly, grabbing a good handful of my hair and  pulling it roughly, making me yelp loudly.  I quickly  took her cock into my mouth and  began to bob my head up and down,  slowly stroking the part I can't fit in my mouth.

I have no clue what to  do.  I want to make her cum but how do I do that?  I guess I'll just figure it out sooner or later.

a moaned again and pulled my hair even more harshly than before. I winced but continued .  after a few minutes her moans turned to gasps and whimpers of pleasure.

I felt Vada's hips buck involuntarily  against my mouth causing me to gag .  "shit" she whimpered softly. "I - " then she stopped and bit her lip lightly, closing her eyes briefly. "fuckkkkkkk" she hissed. 

I then felt Vada tense up and let out a sharp gasp before  she came undone in my mouth. I somehow swallowed everything in one try.  my throat burns and my mouth tastes gross but it's worth it.

"Is this gonna... ruin our friendship?" I  asked timidly. "Yeah... we can still be friends."

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER ONE | RECKLESS

Tara Carpenter x G!P Reader x Female OC

Warnings: zombies, fighting, thats all i think

A/N: twd helped me with this

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Once you get close enough to the woman, she starts running as well, leaving you no time to ask questions. You chase after her, desperately trying to keep up with her pace. As you follow her, your mind races with curiosity, wondering why she chose to help you. And was she the one who shot the gun?

You feel a mix of fear and intrigue as you contemplate the mysterious circumstances surrounding her involvement. Despite the unanswered questions, your instinct tells you that sticking with her is your best chance at survival.

The two of you run for a while until you reach the middle of the woods. She stops, looking around.

You take this as a chance to talk, "Where are we going?" You ask, trying to catch your breath. She turns to you with a determined look in her eyes, "Get in the car, and then I'll explain." She begins jogging, and you follow her, behind a few trees there's an old pickup truck.

Its worn exterior suggests that it has been abandoned for quite some time. As you both climb into the truck, you speak again.

"Okay! Now, can you explain? I'm lost on what's going on, where we're going, and who you are." She starts the engine, and the truck roars to life, its rusty parts groaning in protest. She glances at you before turning her attention back onto the dirt road.

"We're going to turn around for my sister, then we're going back to our home base. And my name is Tara Carpenter, there." You furrow your eyebrows, holding onto the door handle as the truck bounces along the uneven terrain. "Wait, your sister? I didn't see anyone," you say, trying to make sense of the situation.

"How do you think you're still alive? She was the one who shot that walker." Tara's eyes narrow as she recalls the intense encounter. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Tara's words hang in the air, leaving you speechless.

The realization sinks in that your life was saved by someone you never even saw.

"Wait, wait, wait! Did you just call them walkers?"

Tara sends you a confused look, "Yeah?"

"What about the ones that jog?" You ask, then mumble to yourself. "Joggers..?" Tara raises an eyebrow, clearly perplexed by your question. "Joggers? What are you talking about?" she asks, her confusion evident in her voice.

You quickly realize that your attempt at humor fell flat, and you awkwardly laugh it off, trying to change the subject. "Never mind, forget I said anything."

"Also, you said something about a home base? I appreciate you and your sister saving my life and all, but groups never do any good." Tara looks at you with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"I understand, but think about what could've happened if we didn't find you," she responds, her voice gentle yet firm. You ponder her words for a moment, realizing that she's right. You could've gotten bit.

"I'm not going to beg you to come home with us. Just think about it." You nod, acknowledging Tara's point. The thought of the potential danger you narrowly escaped lingers in your mind. Soon, you see a group of walkers and another woman in a tree, a sniper on her back.

Without thinking, you hop out of the truck, yelling, causing some of the walkers to turn their attention towards you. You take your knife out of your belt and start slashing at the approaching walkers, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

The woman in the tree notices your bravery and starts picking off the remaining walkers with her sniper rifle, providing you with much-needed backup. As you both fight off the horde together, you realize that this unexpected partnership might just be the key to surviving this terrifying ordeal.

With each swing of your knife and each shot from her rifle, the walkers are slowly but surely being taken down. The adrenaline-fueled teamwork gives you a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos, making you believe that maybe, just maybe, there is a chance for survival in this post-apocalyptic world.

The woman makes her way down the tree, quickly entering the truck. You stand there, looking overtop of dead walkers, wiping a bit of blood that got on your face. "What the hell are you doing? Get in the truck!" the woman yells, and Tara quickly nods in agreement.

You snap out of your daze and quickly jump into the bed of the truck, Tara wastes no time pulling off, leaving the gruesome scene behind. You lay on your back, spread out like a starfish, as the wind rushes past you, providing a brief moment of relief from the chaos.

Tara glances at you through the rear view mirror with concern before focusing back on the road ahead, her determination evident in her eyes.

As the truck speeds away, you can't help but wonder what you're about to get yourself into. Tara's sister knocks on the truck's back window, gaining your attention before she opens it. "I'm Sam, by the way." You give Sam a faint smile, grateful for the introduction.

"Y/N." You simply say. As the truck continues down the road, you feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness building inside you. The unknown awaits, and you can't help but wonder how this journey will unfold.

Your eyes snap awake at a loud slap against the metal truck. It's Sam. "We're here." You quickly gather your belongings and step out of the back of the truck, taking in your surroundings. A brown-haired man with a scruffy beard makes his way toward the three of you in a sheriff's uniform.

He introduces himself as Sheriff Dewey Riley and welcomes you to the small town. "Before you settle down, I'm going to have to take your weapons." You exchange a wary glance with Sam, unsure of whether to comply.

Sheriff Riley notices your hesitation and reassures you, "It's just a precautionary measure for everyone's safety. You'll get them back once everything is sorted out." Reluctantly, you hand over your weapons, hoping that this small town holds more than meets the eye.

Tara glances at you before whispering something in Sam's ear. You strain to hear what Tara is saying, but her words are too quiet. Sam nods in response, her expression growing more serious. Curiosity piqued, you wonder what secrets this small town might be hiding and what role Tara and Sam might play in it all.

"C'mon kid." Dewey says, nodding his head in the direction of the town. "Let's get you checked in." You follow Dewey, your mind racing with anticipation and questions about the mysteries that lie ahead.

As you walk towards the town, you're truly shocked. Everything looked so peaceful, as if there wasn't an apocalypse happening on the other side of the walls.

The sight of the seemingly untouched town only deepens your intrigue, making you even more determined to uncover the truth. As you approach the entrance, you can't help but wonder how this place has managed to remain unscathed amidst chaos and destruction.

Dewey took you to the doctor to get yourself checked out before introducing you to his wife, Gale.

She seemed like the leader of this place, with an air of confidence and authority that commanded respect. Her eyes held a glimmer of resilience, as if she had seen it all and still managed to keep the town thriving. "I'm Gale Riley, sit, please."

You sit listen to Gale's voice as it carried a sense of determination and compassion, instantly drawing you in.

"We've faced countless challenges over the years," she explained, "but we've built a tight-knit community that supports one another through it all."

"What is this place?" you asked, unable to contain your curiosity any longer. Gale smiled warmly, her eyes lighting up with pride.

"This place," she replied, "is a sanctuary for those seeking refuge, a haven where people come together to rebuild their lives and find hope amidst adversity, or the start of sustainability. Which is what the brochures we found say. This was a planned community with its own solar grid, cisterns, and eco-based sewage filtration."

Gale continued, "Me and my husband were led here. See, I'm a news reporter, and my husband was a sheriff in our old town. He was investigating a series of corruption cases that led to dangerous threats against our lives. We had to leave everything behind and start fresh, and this place seemed like the perfect opportunity for us to do so."

You nod at her words, still in disbelief about the place. As you take in Gale's story, you can't help but marvel at the foresight and ingenuity that went into creating such a self-sustaining community.

The idea of a solar grid, cisterns, and eco-based sewage filtration all working together seamlessly is truly impressive. It's clear that this place was designed with both environmental consciousness and the well-being of its residents in mind.

There's a knock at the door, interfering with your thoughts. You turn to see another woman, "Hi, I'm Sidney." She introduces herself with a warm smile. Sidney explains that she is a longtime resident of the community and offers to give you a tour, eager to share more about the innovative solutions and sustainable practices that make this place so unique.

Intrigued by her offer, you gladly accept, curious to learn even more about this remarkable community.

Gale gives you a tight-lipped smile before you walk out of her living room, following Sidney closely. As you walk behind Sidney, you notice her enthusiasm and passion for the community radiating from her every word.

She points out various landmarks and explains how each one contributes to the community's commitment to sustainability. As you continue the tour, you can't believe you were going to turn down this place not too long ago.

"Are you serious?" You ask Sidney, who quickly nods. "You're just giving me a house?" Sidney chuckles and replies, "Well, not exactly giving it to you. Gale will give you a job, and you'll have to earn your keep." Everything about this feels too good to be true.

"I know you're still feeling us out, but I'm glad you're here, Y/N." Sidney says sincerely, her eyes filled with warmth. "We believe in creating a sense of community here, and having you join us adds to that spirit, you know?" You nod at her, sending a slight smile her way.

"Well, then. I'll let you settle in, but if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask, I'm just a few houses down." Sidney's authentic warmth and offer of support reassure you, easing some of your initial skepticism. Her words about creating a sense of community make you feel more hopeful about this opportunity. "Thank you," you say.

Sidney sends you another smile before leaving. You slowly open the door to the home, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The space is cozy and inviting, with warm colors and comfortable furniture. As you step inside, a sense of excitement and anticipation fills the air, mingling with a hint of nervousness.

You make your way into the kitchen, resting your hand on the faucet before turning it. The sound of the rushing water is soothing, and you laugh, overwhelmed with amazement. It's been a while since you've been in a place like this, where everything is new and refreshing.

You take a shower, cleaning off the sweat, blood, and dirt that's been on you for the past couple of months. The tension in your muscles begins to melt away, and you can't help but let out a contented sigh. It's a small luxury that you've missed dearly during this apocalyptic time, and you relish in the simple pleasure of being able to wash away the remnants of your journey.

You quickly put on your bra, grabbing a towel as you hear a knock on your front door. Curiosity piqued, you wrap the towel around yourself and cautiously make your way to the door. Wondering who it could be. You open the door, revealing a redhead girl and a curly-haired boy.

The girl whistles at the sight of you, admiring your freshly washed hair and the towel wrapped around you. The boy, on the other hand, looks slightly embarrassed and averts his gaze. "I'm Quinn, and this is my brother Ethan," the readhead says, a small smile on her lips.

You feel a mix of surprise and self-consciousness as you quickly tighten the towel around yourself. Quinn's compliment on your appearance brings a blush to your cheeks, while Ethan's shyness makes you wonder what could have prompted their visit.

"Our dad is Officer Bailey, so whenever we get newcomers, he makes us introduce ourselves." You nod understandingly, realizing that Officer Bailey must take his role as a community liaison seriously. Though you start to realize you haven't been introduced to him yet, "Officer Bailey? I don't think we've met."

Quinn chuckles and replies, "Oh, don't worry! Our dad is always busy with his duties, but he'll definitely come by to meet you soon. He's not really the friendly type, but he needs to know everyone in the neighborhood." You hum, giving her a nod.

"Oh! Did Gale tell you about the get together that's happening?" Ethan speaks up, raising an eyebrow. You smile and shake your head, admitting that Gale hadn't mentioned the get together yet.

Ethan continues, "It's going to be a fun event with games, food, and a chance for everyone to socialize. You should definitely come, it'll be a great opportunity to meet everyone."

"Sure, I'll be there." You reply, genuinely intrigued by the idea of getting to know your new neighbors better. Plus, it sounds like a fun event that you don't want to miss out on.

"Great! Well, we'll see you then." He responds, smiling and giving you a friendly wave before heading off. Quinn follows behind him, giving her own wave and smile.

The event was your average get together, with people mingling and chatting in small groups. You were in a corner by yourself, drinking as you observed everyone.

"Socialize." You hear someone say, you turn to be faced with Sidney.

You smile at the woman, whose mouth drops dramatically. "Look at you! You look nice, cleaned up!" Sidney compliments your appearance, clearly impressed by your transformation.

"Thank you. It felt nice to have a hot shower again." You reply, grateful for the simple pleasure of feeling clean after a long time. Sidney nods sympathetically, understanding exactly what you've been through.

Your eyes leave the woman beside you, glancing over only to find Tara talking to someone else her age. Sidney's eyes fall to your point of view, and her smile widens. "Tara's a sweet girl."

Your eyes flicker between Sidney and Tara, letting out a chuckle. "I don't think she likes me." You admit taking another sip of your drink.

Sidney chuckles softly, shaking her head. "Oh, don't worry about that. Tara can be a bit reserved at first, but she warms up to people once she gets to know them better. Give it some time, and I'm sure you two will get along just fine."

"Sam told everyone how you helped her." Sidney says. You shrug, "She helped me first. Plus, we took down those walkers together, it wasn't just me." Sidney nods, a smile playing on her lips.

"That may be true, but teamwork is key in this world. But still, not everyone would have stepped up like you did. You've earned Sam's gratitude and respect." You blush slightly at the compliment, grateful for Sidney's kind words.

"Tomorrow morning, go talk to Gale. She has a job for you." You raise an eyebrow in surprise. "Why can't you just tell me?" Sidney chuckles, shaking her head. "Gale likes to give out the details in person. She's old-fashioned like that. Plus, I think she wants to see the look on your face when she tells you."

You can't help but laugh at the thought of Gale's mischievous nature. "Alright, I'll go find her tomorrow then. Thanks for the heads up, Sidney."

Sidney squeezes your bicep before walking away. "Y/N!" Someone calls out from Tara's group. They stand up, ushering you off. You smile at Ethan before deciding to walk over, curious to see what he wants. "Oh, it's pretty girl." Quinn smiles, you now appearant in her sight.

You return Quinn's smile and join Tara's group, wondering what Ethan wants to talk about. As you approach, Ethan greets you warmly and introduces you to the rest of the group. "Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Chad, Amber, Wes, Mindy, Anika, Frankie, Liv, and you already know Tara."

You exchange greetings with everyone in the group, feeling welcomed and curious about their dynamic. "It's nice to meet you, I heard you saved Sam's life." Mindy says, causing you to shake your head. "It wasn't that serious. She saved mine, to be honest." You brush off the compliment modestly, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

Mindy just hums, and Chad takes this as a chance to speak. "Did Gale give you a role already?" You shake your head in response to Chad's question. "Not yet," you reply. "She's supposed to give me one tomorrow, though." Chad nods, looking intrigued. "I'm sure she'll find something perfect for you. Gale has a great eye for talent."

Wes chimes in, adding, "Yeah, she's really good at matching people with roles that suit them." You can't help but feel a surge of anticipation for what Gale might have in store for you. "That's good to hear."

"How old are you?" Liv asks, and you turn your head to her with a smile. "21." Amber then speaks, "Really? You look younger than that." "Thank you, I guess it's good genes," you reply with a chuckle. Wes joins in, saying, "Age is just a number anyway. What matters are your skills and passion."

"Wes, what the fuck are you talking about?" Amber questions, squinting her eyes at the blonde haired boy. Wes shrugs, unfazed by Amber's reaction.

"We're going to go get some more drinks." Frankie announces to the group, interrupting his own conversation he was having with Tara. Tara and Frankie both get up, and you watch the two disappear from sight before turning your eyes back to the group, only to have everyone staring at you. "What?"

You ask, feeling a bit self-conscious under their gaze. Mindy chuckles and leans back in her chair, saying, "You like Tara." You blush slightly, shaking your head. You didn't even know the girl! But Mindy's comment makes you wonder if there was something about Tara that caught your attention.

Though you couldn't help but admit she was absolutely beautiful. Her long, flowing hair and radiant smile were captivating, along with her freckles that dotted her cheeks, adding a touch of playfulness to her overall appearance.

There was an undeniable aura of confidence that surrounded her, as if she knew she had a magnetic effect on people. It was intriguing to think about what it would be like to get to know her beyond just her physical appearance.

"No?" You mutter, furrowing your eyebrows, trying to convince the group. You couldn't understand how anyone could resist being drawn to her. There was something about her that seemed to defy explanation, making you even more curious about the person behind the captivating exterior.

Mindy just shrugs, "Whatever you say." Anika rolls her eyes at her girlfriend, "Ignore her. She believes she can sense people's crushdars! She does it with everyone."

You chuckle, and Mindy immediately defends herself. "I definitely have a sixth sense when it comes to matters of the heart," she playfully retorts. Anika smirks, teasingly adding, "You couldn't sense my crush on you."

Mindy thins out her lips and says, "Because you give off straight girl, babe."

Anika's jaw drops as she lets out a dramatic gasp. No, I don't!" Mindy laughs and says, "Oh, come on. You know it's true." Anika playfully pouts and replies, "Well, maybe I just wanted to keep you guessing."

Mindy leans in, kissing away her girlfriend's pout. "Guessing or not, I'm glad we're together now," Mindy whispers softly, their lips still touching. Anika smiles and pulls Mindy closer, savoring the warmth of their embrace.

"You guys are going to make me sick." Quinn says, earning a nod of agreement from Chad. Quinn rolls her eyes playfully and adds, "But seriously, you two are disgustingly cute." Chad chuckles and says, "Yeah, it's almost nauseating how in love you two are."

You smile at the group, happy to fit in so well. But your smile is gone once you see Frankie leading Tara to the front door of the house, obviously drunk.

You feel a pang of concern as you watch Frankie struggle to keep Tara steady. It's clear that Tara has had too much to drink, and you worry about her well-being.

You quickly stand up, earning confused looks from the group. You follow Frankie and Tara outside the house, not even sparing the group a second glance. "Hey guys!" You call out to Frankie and Tara, trying to get their attention.

"Are you guys okay? Tara seems really drunk, maybe we should get her some water and make sure she's alright." You offer your help, hoping they will listen and take care of Tara's well-being.

Frankie shakes his head, laughing. "She's fine, dude. Just go back to the group." You glance at Tara before squinting your eyes at Frankie. "Nah, dude, I think she should come back with me."

"It's fine. Y/N." Tara mumbles, her words slurring together. "I can handle myself." Despite her protests, you can't shake off the concern you feel for Tara's well-being.

"See. It's fine." He harshly grabs Tara's arm, dragging her down the few remaining steps of the home's entryway.

Tara mutters out an, "Ow." You shoot Frankie a disapproving look, but he ignores it. You quickly push Frankie away from Tara, placing yourself between them. "Tara, I don't think it's a good idea for you to go with him," you say firmly. "Let me take you home instead."

"⁠She's fine," Frankie seethes, reaching for Tara, but you push him, maybe a bit too hard, because he falls to the ground. Frankie's face contorts with anger as he scrambles back to his feet. "The fuck?"

He rushes to you, tackling you. As Frankie tackles you, you struggle to defend yourself, trying to keep him at bay.

The situation escalates quickly, with both of you grappling on the ground, desperately trying to gain the upper hand. You straddle Frankie, attempting to punch him repeatedly, but he manages to block most of your blows.

"Guys! Stop!" You hear Tara's panicked voice, but the adrenaline is pumping too hard for either of you to listen. The fight continues, with neither of you willing to back down.

You don't notice people starting to exit the house, drawn by the commotion. Some onlookers attempt to intervene, shouting for you both to stop, but their efforts are futile as the intensity of the fight consumes your focus.

You're roughly pulled off of the man, your heart pounding and your breath heavy. "Alright, alright, that's enough." A voice says from behind you, holding you back by your bicep.

You look around at the crowd, and Quinn mouths, "My dad." You shut your eyes for a second, realizing that on your first day in the community, you were already about to be put under arrest.

As you open your eyes, glancing over to Tara and then her friend group, Quinn's dad begins to handcuff you. You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as the handcuffs click into place. Tara's friend group watches in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Fighting on the first day, really?" The gray-haired man says, shaking his head. You try to explain yourself, stuttering out an apology. "I didn't mean to start a fight, sir," you manage to say. The gray-haired man raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of your explanation.

"He was going to take advantage of her!" You continue, desperately trying to defend your actions. "She was obviously drunk and he was trying to take her home. I had to intervene."

The gray-haired man's expression softens slightly as he considers your words, but he remains cautious. "Well, we'll have to sort this out," he says, slightly pushing you to walk in front of him.

You take one last look at the crowd, your heart dropping when you notice a familiar face.

"Iris?" You mumble to yourself. She looks just as shocked to see you as you are to see her. Memories of your past together flood your mind, adding another layer of complexity to the situation.

[writingjourney]

Hi, I really love your writing! :3 i hate to be a bother, but do you think you have any advice for me? I want to write some fics of my own. Short ones mostly, but I still keep running into various problems. I'm good at description and I'm decent at dialogue for the most part, but when it comes to actually moving a scene forward and making things happen, or even just moving from one scene to the next, I have absolutely no idea how to proceed. Like, everyone present at the time just ends up talking in circles without managing to say anything new or pertinent. And even when I have every major bit that I want to happen planned out, I cannot figure out how to actually get it to each point or even to A point at all. At any rate, thank you for your time, even if you don't respond to this, and I hope you have a good day/evening :)

Thank you anon ♡ Sorry I was a little busy today so I didn't have any time to properly reply until now!! You're not a bother at all, I love to talk about writing!!!! Some more in-depth thoughts below the cut :)

I definitely know what you mean. It's hard to keep scenes concise while also making sure the pacing is neither too fast nor too slow and adding the details you want in there without rambling on. Pacing depends on the scene and the story you want to tell (faster pace for action, slower pace for calmer moments, more description/longer scenes = slower pace etc etc) – you can shorten or stretch scenes as much as you want to. You definitely should be following your own style and not try to adapt to what you think a fic/story in general should look like.

That being said, I get that sometimes you want to move a scene forward and it doesn't always work out. Usually, this happens to me when I am not very excited about what's happening right now and need a change (or I don't know what happens next). You can start working on a scene that excites you more. I am a bit chaotic like that, I just write out scenes and dialogue lines and paragraphs as they come to me and then I just link them up later. You can link scenes by time-skipping, by adding some introspection, a character's observations etc. And yes, show don't tell is good advice but not every single thing always needs to be written out in detail and sometimes you just have to say that it's the next day and move on.

Or... well, you literally change the scene at hand. Have the characters get interrupted if they can't wrap up the convo, someone disturbs them, one of them realizes they have an appointment, it suddenly starts to rain – throw stuff at them that makes them become active again. Sometimes re-writing helps as well. Not editing, rewriting. Keep the OG draft but write the scene again from scratch. We get so attached to lines we've written we don't always check to see if they still fit. Push stuff around, change the order of things, just try on some changes and see if it flows nicer.

Another thing I can recommend if you want to go from BIG scene to BIG scene is to add some smaller scenes for transition. I like to do this, make the character reflect on the events while doing some menial task, have them meet someone else and have the reflection happen via conversation, have them just observe their surroundings, have them dedicate some time to their hobby – it all gives us new info about the character and it won't feel as much like BAM BAM BAM big scene after big scene. Quiet before the storm.

Now, you said you want to write short fics, so I'm not sure if you mean just drabble/ficlet type of stories or more elaborate one-shots instead of longer multi chapters like I sometimes do? The key I would say to a very short fic is to start off strong. Jump straight into the scene and don't be scared to omit the backstory and descriptions, it's hard but if you want to keep it short it's necessary to really think about which descriptions make sense. I'm not good at super short fics usually unless I'm possessed by one specific scene that doesn't need much context, so perhaps I'm not the best to ask.

For one shots with multiple shorter scenes I think you need to also just be brave and skip around. Scenes don't always need long transitions, sometimes it's a few days later when the next notable thing happens and that's where you continue. Again, I think strong scene openers really help here. Draw the reader into the next scene and they won't even notice. You can always add more description later should it feel clunky. Read the transitions aloud, that also helps to see if they flow nicely.

I hope this was any help at all. Please feel free to ask again if something is unclear, if I should go into more detail for some of it or you have any other questions :) ♡

[miasiegert]

Day 2, and one workshop photo of MY work

Before I say ANYTHING, hello to Wichita folk from Chaz. :) He was shocked (and delighted) at how much people enjoyed the show and we absolutely are brainstorming things for the future. So a huge thank you for the support and kindness. It meant a ton to him (and obviously me and David as well!)

Day 2 was a roller coaster... for ME!

I'm very suspicious because everything is going so well. Too well. Things never go this well. So I decided it was time to start really stoning some costume pieces that I hadn't before while David got supplies.

Then I got a phone call, never a good sign, from David asking me could I get the padlock open for the gate.

Padlock? What Padlock?

There are no concrete answers, only a guess... but it's believed that people who share a lot to store their boats left and padlocked the gate behind them so I was TRAPPED in the costume shop (which is a completely different building/drive away from the theatre) all alone with no food and had been the entire day while David couldn't get me.

Some chaos to get a key and get out, and David decided to go to the night time run through for notes. Chaz told me to take tonight off because I went through ND hell as there was a loud beeping noise nonstop and I had to turn my headphones up louder than normal (I usually watch a show in the background--today was "Power Book III: Raising Kanan" from Starz) so it hurt then the panic of being alone and trapped.

Anyway, what I *Did* realize was that I absolutely can share a wip of Bedazzling more of the Reba!Suit because that is my costume, that has been seen onstage before, there is no actor in it, no full costume, and it's MY original design.

Way back, we had very cheap acrylic rhinestones because we were too poor for better ones. Now, we're mixing in preciosa and swarovski with some crystal and glass ones. We have not removed the acrylics YET because a lot is carefully plotted fill ins and until I have enough time to REALLY thoroughly do it, I don't want to remove any sparkle.

So, for your pleasure (or not, Idk, maybe you don't care) this is the epaulets and belt for the Gumbie Tap Suit that's my design. If you notice a few interesting things with the waistband/tail, that is because it's got four strong snaps for the waist. There's stretch but not as much as some of our other specialty fabric, and different tappers prefer different tightness. We're hoping to add some snaps as this Jenny is between sizes and really wants a snatched waist (she didn't want to take the costume off--never seen anyone so happy before!)

I will be adding gold, yellow, and orange to it. I added purple to Misto in two shades and some AB crystals.

I forgot if I said this or not but I was requested to rhinestone Misto's shoes for his song number. I can't wait to show people pictures. I'm pretty sure there will be video. The last time I saw a very flippity Misto was my first pro production where an INCREDIBLE cheerleader/gymnast/hiphop dancer was cast. It was incredible to watch. This choreo is really fun and Misto's actor's manner actually does come across as shy and aloof at first... then super excited and happy. METHOD ACTING OR JUST HYPED ABOUT COSTUMES??? The world may never know.

I think people will REALLY like Rumple and Mungo a LOT. Cassandra is FANTASTIC.

Also anyone here have Starz? I need to gush over "P-Valley" and cry over "Hightown" s3 with someone! "Raising Kanan" is good but not hitting me in the feels the same way.

[thenightling]

Agatha all Along first two episodes thoughts

Accch! I had this all written out and then the computer crashed without saving it and I stupidly lost everything. Okay, I'm going to try to re-write this and remember everything I said in the original so bear with me. It was long. First episode annoyed me and dragged on. I didn't sign up for a fake police procedural drama. I got sick of those years ago, even the supernaturally tinted ones, before the final episode of Lucifer even aired. Of course that was predictable anyway. Once Agatha realized who she really was that's when things got interesting. I suspect The familiar boy is actually William Kaplan, one of Wanda's two children. This could be misdirection like when Wanda's "brother" turned up in WandaVision. But the clues are there. It would explain why his name and history are hidden from Agatha. William is also canonically gay. And for a long time was portrayed as sixteen-years-old. It would also explain why he seemed able to lift Wanda's curse on Agatha even though his powers seem very limited. Again, this could be misdirection. For all we know he could be Mephisto. :-P

In the comics William has the superhero name of Wiccan. This always bugged me. The character is Jewish. Sure, you can be Wiccan and Jewish. People mix and match their faiths all the time. That's a personal choice but in the comics he out-right says he does not follow the Wiccan faith. To me that's like naming a hero Buddhist and he's actually Protistan. It just seem odd to me that a character in 2013 or so would be given the superhero name of an actual religion and then follow an entirely different faith. I do understand though that (not the religion) but the word Wiccan (pronounced as Witch-ah) is actually Old English for "male witch." (Wicce being the female spelling), meaning one with the wisdom or seeker of wisdom. But as far as I know, it has the religion's pronunciation in the comics. I just think this was a poorly named character.

The second episode was much better than the first. I'm not a fan of the CW-esque contrived season-long mystery of "Who is the boy, really?" (Probably Wanda's son unless they "subvert expectations.") I do like the Witches' road chant and there's implication that there's a pop version which I am now really curious to hear. The chant version is a little bland / mono-tone. Someone do a power metal cover, please! The portrayal of magick is decent except for the notion that a binding spell can take away a witch's ability to cast magical spells. I kind of hate that. Actual binding spells (Until the 1990s) were to prevent someone from doing harm, not prevent them from using magick. If you believe magick is in all things in nature that your target would likely drop dead if the spell worked. Someone, just today, tried to tell me "That's not a binding spell. That's a silencing spell." Thanks, "witch" but uh... Silencing spells weren't a thing either. You won't find any mention of them before 1977. Want to know why? Because they're an invention of fantasy fiction! Not real occultism! Not even Aleister Crowley would pretend that's possible. I blame The Craft sequel for popularizing this idea. I've even come across so-called witches on Facebook claiming they invoked Hekate (the Goddess of magick) to strip another witch of her ability to cast spells. The Goddess of magick is not your hitman. And would probably be pissed off at being sent to take away the very thing she represents for any reason. Do you have any idea what kind of power that would take? It would be like long-distance paralyzing someone from the neck down. Not only is it nasty and stripping them of a fundamental part of who they are and their natural abilities, but it it would take power that is far beyond human potential. And the idea of taking away someone else's ability to use magick seems kind of offensive to all flavors of magick, not just Wiccan. But I digress. The first episode was sluggish. And not really clever. The second episode was better. The use of magick was mostly decent except for the binding spell on a character. Again, binding spells don't work like that. All they were designed to do was prevent someone from doing harm, not magically cripple them. That's a movie thing. And silencing spells aren't a thing... period. Any "witch" who think they have cast a silencing spell deserves to be mocked. I also kind of like that the mother from That 70s show (who was also in WandaVision) is actually a suppressed / late blooming / untapped Earth elemental witch and doesn't realize it. It's nice that she can be the voice of the "normies" watching who don't understand the magical practices, or Neo-Paganism portrayed. So things can be explained to her for the normies watching. (By the way, Facebook witches, it's "Normies" or "Vanillas" NOT "Muggles." Stop giving J. K. Rowling undeserved influence in the community). First episode was slow. Second episode was decent. I wish the writers didn't rely on the crutch of "Who is the boy really? Oooooh. You'll have to wait and see! Ooooh." It indicates to me that they don't think the story is interesting enough to keep people interested without having to add the season-long contrived mystery that feels right out of the CW. What would really subvert my expectations is resolving that next episode. (Though he is probably William...) I like the lyrics of The Witches' road. I know it's from the composers of Frozen, which explains the quality. It feels like it could be a good (out of context) confirmation chant for Wiccans and Neo Pagans to use. Too bad it's under Disney / Marvel copyright. The chant "melody" is boring. I want to hear the pop version or a metal cover. Most of the magical portrayal is decent, even acknowledging Hekate as the Triple Goddess. I give the show a 7.5 or 8 so far. If I forgot anything important blame the fact that I had to re-write this whole thing.

Clarification for Wiccan.

Wicca (the archaic word for male witch or male seeker of wisdom or wise man) is "Witch-ah." Feminine (Wicce) is "Witch-uh."

Wicca (the religion) is pronounced like candle Wick-ah. And that's how the superhero's title is pronounced.

[forgottenciara]

arthur & ciara: i think we need to talk

"We are meeting tomorrow night at dusk," Percy explained, "Can you get away?"

Ciara nodded, "Yes, I think so." She wanted to ask him if there was any new developments, at all, with their plans but knew her patience would serve them all best. Now was not the time.

"Here," He placed a letter in her hands, "It's from Ronan."

The leader of the resistance did not pass correspondence to Ciara lightly. He knew that it would be a dangerous thing for her to be caught with. Eager to know what was inside, she hastily said her good-byes to Percy and, turning the corner abruptly, nearly collided with someone in the dark.

Arthur.

"Ciara, I think we need to talk."

Ciara felt her body tense at the sound of her cousin's voice. There was none of the easy playfulness that was normally there when they spoke together. Her heart pounded in her chest. Just how much had he overheard?

It was then that she realized she still clutched the unopened message in her hands. "Arthur, I -- " She'd prepared excuses for why she out wandering about so late, but all of them seemed to fall flat under his gaze. What could she offer him (besides the truth) that would satisfy him if he had overheard everything?

He didn't wait for her to continue, "How is it that you know Lord Ormond?"

"Lord Ormond? Doesn't everybody know him?" Her voice was even and hid the anxiety she was feeling. Did he already know more than he was letting on? Had something happened to Cillian?

"I've never had the privilege. In fact, I didn't even know he existed until now."

"Oh?"

He exhaled, almost wearily, "It seems Cassandra has taken a fancy to him. Something I think she's been trying to hide from me."

Ciara felt a wave of relief wash over her, something she managed to hide with a laugh, "And can you blame her?" Was that truly all he meant to ask her?

Arthur shot her a look, "Every suitor I've run off in the past was for the best, I can assure you."

Ciara tilted her head, "Perhaps, but I'm not sure see sees it that way."

"No, I doubt she does," He admitted, " -- but then Cassandra is very naive when it comes to the ways of the world. And I intend to keep it that way. There are some things she ought never need worry over." He paused, "As for this Lord Ormond, I can't seem to get a straight answer out of anyone. In fact, the stories about him are so varied and -- frankly -- unbelievable that I don't know what to make of him." He paused, "But I've heard that he's often in your company. What do you know of him?"

"Goodness, not enough to satisfy you," She began, half-teasingly. "But I can find no objections to his character. He is charming and handsome and I gather he's had a rather exceptional life which, no doubt, has been exaggerated greatly. You know how the court loves to gossip. All of these things have certainly endeared him to Cassandra. But he is a good man. The day I first encountered him, he had come to court pay off the debts of one of his family's oldest servants and rescued him from the prisons. All at once he demonstrated that he can be both compassionate and forgiving."

Ciara hoped this was enough and Arthur would leave well enough alone, for now. It wouldn't take him too long to discover that the real Lord Ormond was dead and that would be the end of Cillian's charade. (This was before anyone realized, of course, that Lord Ormond was not a lord at all, but a serving boy who also happened to be a member of the secret resistance who hoped to dethrone Roderick Varmont and all of his children ... but she certainly had no desire to reveal that either).

But even if there had been none of that to contend with, Cillian might have truly been the most dangerous of all of Cassandra's potential suitors. He was the sort of man that she just might truly fall in love with him, after all, but Ciara doubted her uncle would allow Cassandra to marry the son of an Astairan lord. Ciara was beginning to believe that he might have the power to break poor Cassandra's heart.

Arthur didn't seem entirely convinced as to Cillian's character -- still, her assurances did seem to put him more at ease. "Will you introduce me? I would still like to meet him, myself."

"Of course." Ciara had no intention of doing any such thing. Arthur would be sure to recognize him as the Malconaire's servant. Had Cillian not been known to spill half a bottle's worth of wine in Arthur's lap on more than one occasion, perhaps the ruse would have worked. As it was, Ciara wasn't sure enough to try it. "... As long as you promise not to interrogate him," She added.

"I will do nothing of the sort," He teased.

"Arthur -- "

"Very well. I promise not to interrogate him ... at least during our first meeting."

"I suppose that is satisfactory."

"Good. I'm glad that is settled." A beat. "Ciara ... where were you sneaking off to at this time of night?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ciara was suddenly painfully aware that she still held Ronan's letter in her hands. "I -- "

He shook his head, grinning at her mischievously. "Hmm, no need for your excuses. Next time you and Godfrey sneak off for a lover's meeting, you may want to be a bit more subtle about it."

[piningpercussionist]

*Another letter...* it's, well, me again. 'Crush Guy' and... thanks for accepting my apology, honestly, the fact that you *don't,* like, hate my guts or something is a miracle. seriously. truth be told, I was kind of scared when I first started sending these letters... I mean... up until i sent that first letter. I had never, well... confessed, to, uh. anyone, before. it took me a lot of courage. to uhh... get all of that written and the stuff made, and... at times i wondered if i was going overboard. i almost chickened out... but my appreciation for you kept me going even though i dreaded the thought of you... i dunno, blowing up at me or hating me or not liking me in that way ( the last of which ended up happening and is totally fine! i respect that!! even if i am, in fact, bummed and more than a bit lovesick about it.) but... at least 2/3 of those things didn't go terribly wrong! so, that's good. and... I think writing these letters has... sort of made me a little bit less timid than i used to be, and a little more confident than i was before. so, thanks for that, i suppose. and... another thing. i'd like you to know that thinking of you brings me joy and that i make a lot of choices in my personal life based on what *you* would think is morally the correct idea. quite frankly, i'm just glad that you exist at all. P. S. if i ever go overboard in these letters. let me know. I'm not particularly adept at determining what to and not to say, at times. people call me eccentric. Sincerely, Crush Guy

Heh, yeah. Couldn't come up with anything better, glad you don't seem to mind it. And maybe I was just struck with some sudden, inexplicable generosity?

Being serious though, yeah, I can see how something like this could be difficult. I sure as hell couldn't do it; I seem to be the "dig your graves in person" type... it all worked out, though.

Say, did you level up from it at all? Even if I don't feel the same, this seems like the kind of thing that would do that for you- or at least give some experience.

Anyway, I'm flattered to have brought you so much joy, even if I am just sitting here being a bitch about seventy percent of the time- and I'm being generous with myself, there. Insanely flattered, really. I'm honestly not sure how to feel about the last bit there, though? Like, doing what I think would be moral... I mean, I think more people should hold my standards, generally, but what about your standards, for these things? Is the gap there negligible, or does that... strain you, at all?

I guess what I'm saying is that you should probably be... ugh I just realized how stupid I'm about to sound, hang on. Give me a moment.

*Kim pinches the bridge of her nose with a tight frown, eyes narrowed. She takes a breath, then releases it and drops her hand, still frowning but more slightly.*

Be true to yourself, or something. Unless being true to yourself means being a shitty evil person, I guess. Bleh. Gross. Now pretend I never said that beyond internalizing it now.

But, really. I'm... I think I'm actually kind of touched by that. Thank you. Glad someone out there in this shitshow of a world thinks my standards are worth following. Maybe there are decent people.

And yeah, I'll let you know if you're pushing your luck. Reenter my threats from before, etcetera, etcetera.

*Kim waves her hand at the camera dismissively, turning her head to look away- there's still a slight smile that can be caught, though, as she does.*

I'm not always going to know how to reply to these, guy, but if you keep sending, I'll keep reading. That's a promise now, I suppose.

Until your next one, stay well.

[m00nz-writes]

The Puppet and his Vampire (Lies of P fic)

Synopsis: The more Pinocchio desires to become human, the more he begins to realize that he has deeper feelings for Emilie than he thought.

Warnings!: OC x character, fluff, comfort, romance, drinking blood (bc vampire), just P being a curious lad, oneshot, not proof-read, mediocre writing

A/N: it is 3 am and i have been working on this fic for hours. i am a lil delusional and i'm certain it's not properly edited. if there's anything a lil funky, i apologize. also this is about my lies of p oc, emilie delisle. i might make some p x reader stuff at some point, because i realize i probably should indulge my fellow lonely hopeless romantics. but tonight is not that night. i'm tired and i'm gonna go to bed once this is out. have a nice night/day/afternoon/whenever y'all.

Their partnership began simply because Emilie had nothing better to do. She'd been stuck in the hotel since the plague broke out, spending all her time making sure Antonia was okay for however long she had left in her twilight years. So traveling with the puppet was a welcome change for the vampire, who initially did not care what Pino's mission was... until she realized what Geppetto had planned for him thanks to Romeo's efforts, at which point she actually began to care more and more about his safety.

To have someone who really cared about him and even fought alongside and for him was... different. He appreciated the way she did everything she could to keep him safe, taking on any enemy that was too strong for him and even learning from Eugenie how to work on him when they were traveling. It was nice to have someone who wanted the best for him, even if he didn't believe her when she claimed that Geppetto wasn't a good guy here.

As Pinocchio became more human, he began to realize that he felt differently about Emilie than he did about the others in the hotel. Whenever they traveled together, or whenever he saw her in the library, he could feel and even hear his mechanical heart beat faster, and he even began to feel nervous around her. Since P had learned to speak, he always spoke clearly and correctly... but he had a habit of stuttering and stumbling over his words, as if he'd forgotten how to speak to the elven vampire. It was embarrassing, an emotion he'd learned from Antonia when he'd asked her about it.

Now he wanted to understand this strange new feeling he had every time he saw the stubborn vampire. He needed to know why he felt this way, and if it was something unique to her, or if it was something he could feel for others as well.

The puppet entered the library and began to search the shelves for a book that would make things clearer for him. As he searched for the right book to shed light on this new emotion, he noticed the familiar vampire lying on the couch, reading a book without a care in the world. Normally at this time Emilie would be looking after Antonia, making sure she was okay and had everything she needed, but Polendina had clearly taken over that role for the day to give the vampire a break.

The woman was reading a book that P had never seen before, a glass of what was so clearly blood sat on the end table that Emilie had moved closer to it so she wouldn't have to twist too much to reach it. There was a lantern next to the glass, providing a dim light for the vampire as she casually read her book. Her usual outfit had been swapped for a loose-fitting black lace-up top and black pants, her hair in a braid to keep it more under control as she took the time to relax.

"Staring isn't very polite, puppet boy." Emilie commented, lowering her book to make eye contact with the puppet who had been staring at her for an inordinate amount of time. The moment her glowing amber eyes met his, his eyes widened slightly in surprise and his heart began to beat faster in response to the sudden eye contact as he stared at her before struggling to speak.

"I... I apologize, Lady Emilie." he said, as soft spoken as ever, as the vampire placed her bookmark in the book before setting it aside to pick up her glass and sit up, sipping from it.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked, keeping her eyes on him, following his every move out of habit. Even though she trusted that he wouldn't do anything to harm her, she was still overly cautious after more than a century of being tormented and hunted by monster hunters and vampire slayers. The puppet fidgeted a bit where he was standing before he walked over to the couch and sat down, keeping a distance between them so he wouldn't accidentally crowd her like he sometimes did unintentionally.

"I seem to have... found a new emotion," he admitted as the vampire raised a brow with an affectionate smile and hummed. "I don't know what it means, though. And I was hoping the library would have the answers." he added as she nodded and sipped her drink again.

"Well, maybe I can be of some help." she offered, setting down her glass and resting her hands in her lap as she watched his face to gauge his reaction. He looked at her for a moment before nodding and moving closer to her.

"When I'm around you, my... heart pounds and I get nervous," he explained while the vampire sat up straight, completely intrigued by what he was about to say. "It becomes hard to concentrate on other things and I want to spend every moment with you. It's... extremely confusing." he finished before she chuckled and crossed her arms.

"Sounds like you're in love." she commented, causing his eyebrows to furrow.

"Love...?" he asked quietly and she nodded.

"Love." she confirmed. "It's a hard feeling to really explain, especially since I personally have never felt it." she shrugged as Pinocchio tilted his head.

"You've never felt love?"

"Not like you," she admitted, crossing her arms and picking up her glass again. "It's awfully sweet that you think so highly of me." she added with a smile, sipping her drink again as he stared at her for a long moment before moving closer and speaking again.

"Why have you never been in love?" he asked, causing her to choke slightly as she stared at him in surprise at the question. She shouldn't be so surprised anymore, because ever since he started talking, he asked as many questions as he could. It was both endearing and annoying.

The vampire cleared her throat as she put down her glass, trying to think of the right answer that wouldn't stress him out. She had never been the right person to ask such interesting and often delicate questions, being the extremely brash and reckless woman that she was.

"Because... I find it hard to be vulnerable with others," she began while he tilted his head. "One big factor of love that I have learned through my many years of living is that love requires vulnerability and trust... which is difficult for me because I haven't had many that I trust that much."

"But what about Lady Antonia?" he asked, drawing a laugh from the vampire.

"Antonia is like my sister. The love she and I share is the kind that family members have," she explained. "But take Polendina, for example. He loves Antonia very much, if there's anyone you should talk to about love, it's him."

"Do you... trust me?" Pinocchio asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid to ask. The vampire blinked a few times in surprise at the question she hadn't seen coming.

"Of course I do." she assured him before she sighed. "Love is a lot more complicated than just trust, Pino." she said as he sulked and huffed.

"Love sounds difficult..." he muttered, earning another laugh from the woman.

"Sounds like you're finally getting the hang of it." she teased playfully, patting his arm. "I wish I could offer more help, P... but I'm not very good at this sort of thing." she said with a shrug as he looked up at her again, studying her closely before closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to hers, surprising her when her eyes widened and she stared at him in shock for a moment. She slowly raised a hand to his face and returned the kiss, closing her eyes as she melted into him.

It had been so long since she'd been kissed that she'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be kissed. Especially when the kiss was as soft and gentle as this one, one that made her feel truly cared for. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck as he moved closer, resting his Legion hand gently on her waist, their lips beginning to move in sync as the kiss began to heat up.

"Lady Emilie." Polendina announced as the couple hurriedly pulled away, both of them looking toward the door to see an exasperated butler standing in the doorway. Emilie smiled nervously at the puppet and moved away from P before standing up and grabbing her glass. "Lady Antonia has requested your presence...but if you are too busy, I can tell her you will visit later." he said sarcastically as the vampire shot the butler an irritated glare.

"Don't start with me." she growled, looking at Pinocchio and noticing how embarrassed he looked at having been caught. She couldn't help but smile at the way he looked, as if he were guilty for just indulging his feelings for her. She leaned over the back of the couch and planted a small kiss on his cheek, surprising the puppet when he looked at her with wide eyes. "I'll see you later, Pino." she said softly before standing up straight and walking towards the exit, leaving the library with the butler as P placed a hand over where she'd kissed him and stared at the exit with an almost dreamy expression.

[yautja-lover]

Survivors - Angst / Fluff / Smut One Shot

Crucified! Predator x Female! Reader

Summary:You are the last remaining survivor of your group against the Super Predators on the Game Preserves Planet in 2010 teaming up with the Crucified Predator to take down the last remaining Super Predators, Berserker after unting the Crucified Predator by using one of his equipment.

Sexual Content:Dry-humping,gentle penetration and alien sex.

Game Preserves Planet - 2018

Your not sure, how you got here or how long you've been here?... but what you do know, is that you need to find a way to get the... HELL!.. off of this alien planet! Why the hell did those crab things bring you here of all places, you didn't do anything wrong to deserve this type of torture by those sexy reptilian... wait, what am I saying you thought to yourself. Those things are trying to kill you, just like they slaughtered your group and now your next.. then, again your own kind abandoned you just because 'she's too small' or 'she's too weak, she'll only slow us down' they said.

"Well, guess what?.. you dumb piece of shit- heads! I'm still alive, so.. Ha ha ha ha hah!!" you exclaimed out, to no one in particular before covering your mouth remembering that your being hunted.. as you scanned the area with your eyes, but relaxed once you realized that you are alone. Now back to the important matter at hand here, how to get off this DAMN planet?! Hmmm... now let me see.. jerkia, I've got it! I can fly away in one of those things ships, yeah that'll work.. now, if I were a crab-faced alien where would I hide my beloved spacecraft?.. you thought to yourself while marching-off to god knows where.

Then it dawned on you, that your plan wouldn't work at all.. you don't know a single thing about piloting a plane, let alone a spaceship! "Well, FUCK ME!!" you exclaimed, covering your mouth again. Well back to the old drawing board you thought, as you stood there while tapping your head in thought "C'mon brain think of somethin'.." then you remembered that there is a fourth one that's all tied-up. Of course!!.. why didn't you think of it before?! "Don't you worry sexy beast, help is on the way!" you shouted while heading towards your ticket home.

°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆•°Time Skip°•☆°•☆°•☆•°

"Uhh, excuse me.. Mr. Sexy Beast, hello?"you called out, softly while gently poking the tied-up reptile-like humanoid causing the Crucified Predator to wake up with a startled roar. "Easy there, big guy. I'm not here to hurt ya." you said calmly, as he stares at you "Perhaps we can make some sort of arrangement?" you questioned earning a head tilt from him. "I'm sure you want down and get back at the others for what they did, yes?.." you questioned earning a growl from him, taking it as a yes.. so you continued on ".. and I want off of this, whatever this is." you said hoping that he gets what your saying then, added  "The enemy of my enemy, is my friend."

You looked around the campsite to see what you could use to cut him loose from the totem pole until, you spot a bone axe 'that could work' you thought to yourself as you walked over to pick it up.. or at least, try to pick it up while falling backwards from lifting it up, earning a scolded grunt from the Crucified Predator. "I am being careful!..." you exclaimed with a huff of frustration, as if you could understand what he's saying and he just chuffed at you in response ".. it's not as easy, as it looks." you responded back, as you tried again sounding like an old married couple. "Alright... now, I've got it!" you exclaimed while lifting the bone axe up and stumbling a bit, as he gives you the look of uncertainty.

Crucified Predator's P. O. V.

He heard someone spoke in a very faint voice but, couldn't tell who it was or what they were saying.. until whoever it was started poking him,  jointing the male awake causing him to roar who he thought were his captors. But paused once he noticed that it was a oomani-di trying to get his attention, staring at the pyode wei-ghe'h in confusion as she spoke "Perhaps we can make some sort of arrangement?" tilting his head to the side in curiosity. She continued on "I'm sure you want down and get back at the others for what they did, yes?" , "Sei-i" he said with a growl "..and I want off of this, whatever this is." she said then,  added before looking around his enemies campsite "The enemy of my enemy, is my friend." The oomani-di makes an attempt to pick up a bone axe but fails stumbling backwards, in the process. "Be careful with that.." he warned with a grunt "I am being careful!.." she protested with a huff and he just chuffed at the wei-ghe'h in response "... it's not as easy, as it  looks." Then trys again "Alright... now, I've got it!" having trouble standing while lifting it up, 'Paya this oomani-di is trying to mar'ct me' he thought to himself.

After I released the Crucified Predator from his bonds on the totem pole causing him to fall with a loud thud "Oops.." I said while tossing the bone axe to the side, to check up on him. As soon, as he got back on his feet and grips me by the throat.. I couldn't help but feel aroused by the size difference between us then, he started sniffing the air and moved closer to sniff me. 'Umm... what the fuck?' I thought to myself, don't tell me he can sme- until he finally shook his head and let go of me.. I'm not gonna lie I felt slightly disappointed once he released his hold on my throat. The Crucified Predator puts on one of those shiny metal mask things, but this one has a small crack on the right side of the mask showing off one of his orange eyes.

He then starts typing something on his wristband, showing a hologram of earth and then I could hear the sound of an engine of some kind. When I noticed that this sexy beast was staring at me with his head cocked to the side, it dawned on me that he must've programmed his ship to take me home.

"Oh, thank you sexy beast..." he tilt his head at you, when you said 'sexy beast' "... thank you, thank you!!" you exclaimed, as he nods his head at you and a very angry roar erupted coming from the other predator with red and black dreadlocks.. causing you to scream in surprise, as the Crucified steps in front of you with a roar of his own. He then pushed at you slightly to leave of course, you just stood there unmoving completely stunned.. until he pushed you again with a low growl which, seemed to wake you from your trance and ran off in the direction of his ship. You couldn't shake the feeling but something was telling you to turn back around to help him, so that's what you did once you got there..

...you noticed that the red and black one had your sexy beast cornered and getting ready to decapitate hi- wait, a minute when did he become yours? You shook your head at the thought and quickly climb up a tree that's near by while forming a plan, luckily your a pro at climbing trees with no problem. Once you found a sturdy enough branch to stand on and grabbed for a vine, bracing yourself and channeling your inner spirit character as Michelangelo before shouting out "COWWW-AAAA-BUN-GA!!" as you swung right between the two, capturing both their attention.. as your action back-fired on you, cause you manage to tie yourself to another tree "Dang it! This wasn't part of the plan." you said the last part with a whine.

You heard a rapid clicking of tusks coming from Mr. Black, who seems highly too amused at your result of action while your sexy beast looks completely exasperated.. plus, you seemed to capture the Super Predator's attention a little too well. Cause now he turned away from the Crucified Predator and coming after you instead, well shit... "Aye, big guy. Nice night, ain't it?" you asked with a nervous laugh, as he growls while flaring his mandibles at you "sheesh.. there's nothing itsy bitsy about you, is there?"you questioned, meekly. Mr. Black growled at you again, offensively as he stalks closer and raises his arm to strike you causing you to close your eyes waiting for the expected blow.. but, opened one eye when nothing happened.

Then slowly opened your other eye to find that the Crucified Predator blocked the Super Predator's attack and the two started fighting each other again while you remain strapped to the tree kicking your feet, squirming and cheering on your sexy beast "Get 'em, Mr. Sexy Beast!... give 'em a left and a right!" Finally the fight between the two ended, as soon as Mr. Black spun around and shouted at you "SHUT THE PAUK UP, LOU-DTE KALE!!" your jaw dropped and your eyes grew wide as saucers.. not at all aware what he just said to you, but by the way your sexy beast reacted it must have not been very nice. It all happened so quickly, a mighty roar was loud as a thunderstorm eruppted from his chest before charging at the Super Predator tackling him to the ground. Green blood gushing everywhere, as he beat him up into submission until Mr. Black was no longer moving.. breathing heavily, as he stood over the lifeless body of his tormentor. Orange eyes staring right in front of you, as a 'swish' sound is heard and cuts through the vine releasing you.. instead of landing on the ground with a 'thud' like he did, when you released him. He caught you instead, carrying you while purring as he picks up his metal mask and puts it back on leaving the campsite to who knows where.

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"Oh, Mr. Sexy Beast?..." you called out while entering y'alls campsite with your little surprised friend trailing behind you ".. I'm back.. and I found a new friend, can I keep him?" you announced with a question- at least, I think it's a 'he' when you didn't get any type of response from Cruci so you figured he was still out on his hunt. Well I guess that just means you'll be by yourself for a bit and gives you time to name your new friend, who's currently sniffing around the campsite.. 'he's gonna need a name' you thought to yourself, "What am I gonna name you?"you questioned the four-legged green thing with spikes, who's now tilting his head at you like a curious puppy.

Crucified Predator's P. O. V.

Just finished up with his hunt for food.. plus, a gift for his little ooman, along with some fruit to make her s'pke for dinner. As much, as he loves to hunt.. he can't wait to get back to their campsite with his oomani-di and present his wei-ghe'h with a courting gift, being called her 'Sexy Beast' like she always does he can't help but puff out his chest with pride. He just hopes that she didn't try to bring back another dangerous creature, as a pet like last time.. he shook his head at the thought and chuffed, as he moves faster. Once he reached the campsite to find his oomani-di, unexpectedly curled up fast asleep next to a... a Hell-Hound?

'PAYA?! How the pauk did a ooman manage to tame a Hell-Hound¿' he thought, as he stood there completely baffled and slightly jealous of the pup getting all of her attention. Shaking his head then starts preparing for dinner while the two sleep, granted the hound isn't fully grown yet.. which means he can train the pup to watch and protect his ooman when he isn't around, since it already seems attached to the pyode wei-ghe'h. Chopping away on the fruits that he found, as he swore an oath to Paya 'This is my ooman and no one hurts my oomani-di, this is my life now.'

You stir from your nap hearing a bunch of growling and clicking sounds "What the hell is going on?.." you asked sleepily while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, as you sit up to look. "Fluffy, nooo!.. don't attack, my sexy beast! Stop!.. SIT!!..heal!.." babbling out commands while getting up, completely awake now.. as your little reptilian, canine-like friend keeps Cruci away from you standing in a warning and protective stance. While the Crucified Predator just gives you a questionable look, as the Predator hound tilts his head at the sound of your voice before running over to you and stand by your side "What?"you asked casuing Cruci to shake his head before turning around to fill up two bowls.

After you two were finished eating the s'pke and while Fluffy is currently chewing on one of the meats that Cruci killed from his hunt, he started fidgeting in his seat nervously "..everything, alright?" you asked while grasping one of his clawed-hands causing him to flare his mandibles in surprise. The color on his face flushed.. like he's blushing as he looks at you with his warm, bright orange eyes before he slowly nods his head with a reassuring click that transfers into a purr "Your purring again." you said stating the obvious causing the purring to stop. Much to your disappointment, he got up and walked away but came back holding something in his hand delicately that's wrapped in some type of cloth. When he stopped infront of you with his head down staring at the gift, for a moment before lifting his head up while casting his eyes down in submission as he handed you the wrapped item.

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Cruci let out a pleased, trilled-pur when you accepted his gift then picked you up earning a squeak from you, as he carried you bridal-style before plopping down in the nest with him laying on top of you. He started rubbing himself all over you while purring, as if he's trying to mark you with his scent.. you couldn't help exploring his body with your hands, his muscles rippling and flexing from your touch, as the black quills on his chest and face shivered. Your hands then traveled towards his tresses, lightly tugging on the rubbery appendages earning grunts and growls from your sexy beast while he would occasionally buck his hips dry-humping you in response, as he trilled and bristles.

One of your hands traveled down to his lower region fumbling with his belt while the other remains stroking his predlocks "..remove.." you voiced out with a needy whine, tugging on with what little clothing he's got on. Which he happily obliged removing his belt and loincloth, you only caught a quick glimpse of his cock that's fully slipped out of it's sheath and ready for action. Cruci then starts removing your clothing, quickly but surprisingly without ruining them purring as he did so and tossing them to the side. What surprised you even more, was when he sat up and stared at you while slightly tilting his head.. silently waiting on what to do next. "Fuck me, please. " you whispered and he purred in response before grasping your waist and raised your hips up to his length then, leaned himself over you as he slipped inside of your tight heat and started pumping his cock in and out of you at a steady pace. Pressing the crest of his head against your forehead while pressing himself closer to you, as he pumps his hips faster making you a moaning mess and you continue to pull on his tresses getting him even more excited causing the purring to get louder by the second. You could feel yourself getting close, tittering to the end "come on Cruci.. my big sexy beast... come with me.."you said breathlessly and he trilled in response while snapping his hips faster. "Come with me now!" you shouted, as you tugged on one of his tresses a little harder, causing him to throw his head back with a roar while slamming back into you as the two of you came together.

While the two of you come down from your highs, he rolled over on his back held you close to his warm and sweating chest.. Fluffy who has now lost interest in his meal and turned his attention to you, checking to make sure that your alright. Crucified chuffed at the Hell-Hound pup before rolling over to his side, so that the canine-like pup could see you while still keeping you close to his chest. Once the pred-hound was content that you were indeed alright, he then walked around in circle.. like a normal dog would before laying down with his back facing the two of you, sleep soon consumed you feeling protected by your two alien boys.

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The three of you were strolling through the Game Preserves Planet and then, all of a sudden you noticed Cruci's mood change.. he seemed really tense, almost cautious like something or someone was following us. Even Fluffy seemed more alerted than usual, occasionally growling at nothing or so you thought... then out of nowhere, another Predator that was green and yellow with brown specs. It had black tresses with green hair woven-in it and stood at least eight feet tall, both Cruci and Fluffy stood in front of you getting in protective stance while growling in warning.

The eight foot Predator only clicked softly in response before removing it's mask, revealing that it has two different eye colors.. one hazel and the other one is yellow, then what surprised the three of you the most was when transformed. It... or at least, she changed into a human female that now only stood, at least seven feet tall? "Relax, we're not here to harm either of you. " the strange female spoke, Cruci and you looked at each other both of you wearing a look of uncertainty "I'm sorry, but.. did you just say "we're " as in 'we' ?" you questioned. She nodded her head before speaking "Sei-i my mei'hsweis and I." she responded, as two more appeared "This is Yeyinde.. "she said while gesturing her clawed-hand towards the tan one with black specs ".. and this is Bakuub." she added gesturing towards the green and yellow one with black specs, both of them had black dreadlocks with red eyes. Lastly, she gestured towards herself as she spoke "I am Guan-thwei."

Yautja Language - English Translation:

oomani-di- human woman

pyode - soft

wei-ghe'h - female (not an insult)

sei-i - yes

Paya - Yautja, God of Life

mar'ct - kill

pauk - fuck

lou-dte kale - childmaker (insult)

ooman - human

s'pke - Yautja fruit stew

mei'hswei - brother

Yeyinde - Brave One

Bakuub - Straight Spear

Guan-thwei - Nightblood