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darkpuppysuit · 4 months ago

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PROLOGUE

WARNINGS: Mainly physical abuse with mental abuse as well.

MATURE 18+ MINORS DNI

Vague hybrid abuse, DEATH, eventual SMUT, and more if I missed any. Chapter one and future chapters will be a lot longer than the prologue so buckle up buttercup.

There is also a POV change in the future chapters.

Now, onto the beginning of it all.

"How dare you disobey me girl!" He growled, I can't help but flinch but I'm held back by the chains hanging from the ceiling. "Please, I'm sorry I was just, so hungry. I haven't eaten in days. Daddy please." He hits me with the belt again and a small yelp leaves my lips and I fall limp but still conscious and the chains around my wrists twist painfully . "You don't need to be eating all that food, too fat! Why do you think I locked the damn fridge!" He screams only to wave the belt around and pelt me with the end of it leaving behind an instant red welt and I can barely react before he's grabbing me by the jaw his fingers digging into my round cheeks, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"You better be a good girl to your husband because if you act anything like you are right now he will surely do worse than me! I'll make sure he knows how to discipline you the correct way." He waves his hand around the soundproof basement and roughly throws my face towards the ground but again my arms are cuffed to the chains above me so I don't meet the cold concrete below. "I promise I'll treat him like a king daddy just please, stop hitting me I beg you." I whimper as blood, sweat and tears drip from the cut on my lip and across my brow. He huffs smirking to himself, chuckling even, before throwing the belt to the ground and walking towards me unbuttoning his pants.

The next time I come to was early the next morning, I was back in my bedroom upstairs all my cuts I had received the night before cleaned and bandaged. I try to sit up but I'm stopped by the throbbing headache pounding in my skull, I lay back down with a grunt as I cover my eyes from the sunbeam that just flashed me in the eyes.

"God fucking dammit." I groan and slowly sit up, still groaning in annoyance from my pounding head, then of course my alarm for school had to scream bloody fucking murder in my left ear and I jolt upright. "Son of a bitch! I'm so fucking late! Fuck fuck fuck!" I curse under my breath as I scramble to get dressed for school, nothing fancy just the normal black skinny jeans, black band tee, a flannel and a pair of converse.

I yank my bag off the back of my desk chair and run out of my bedroom like a bat out of hell. Making my way through the living room quietly and just when the front door is within arms reach is when my father clears his throat from his chair. "Forgetting something?" He purrs, obviously still hungover from the night before. "O-of course not d-daddy." I choke on the last word turning around quickly to place a kiss on his cheek before practically running through the door, closing it gently and almost running the whole way to school.

I barely get to first period by the skin of my ass, if it wasn't for the couple making out in front of my locker for two minutes longer than necessary, I wouldn't have to sprint before Mrs. Luce closed her door. "Okay class, today we are going to start reading a book called The Graduate..." Her voice was quickly drowned out by my best friend Emily nudging my shoulder with her own. "So did your father bang you up or did you fall into a thorn bush again?" She asks sarcastically while giving her red hair a flip over her shoulder. "I really don't want to do this with you right now Em." I lean over to whisper to her then take out my notebook.

Now, Emily has been my best friend since my mother died in a car accident coming home from her nursing job across town. A truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel causing his truck to hit the side railing and flip completely over crushing her car like a soda can, like it was nothing. But that was eight years ago and I wasn't all that close to my mom like I wanted to be because after she had me she went into a deep depression. She had her good days though and those are the days I will never forget.

Does Emily know that my dad beats me for anything I do that he finds wrong?

Yes.

Does she know what happens after he's done beating me?

No.

I could never burden her with that knowledge because knowing her the police would get involved and fuck, if my dad ever found out that I told her I'd be dead within the hour and thrown over a bridge somewhere. I can't help but shiver at the thought as I glance at her for a second before responding. "Even if I did fall into a thorn bush you'd know it was bullshit within a second." I pop back, she rolls her eyes as the teacher clears her throat and our heads snap back to the front.

"We graduate this year!" Emily yells into the bustling hallway of our local high school with her arms stretched above her head and lets out a yawn. "Just a few more months and we are outta here!" She beams with a bright boxy smile which is infectious and I smile back at her my eyes squinting. "I think I might go live with my grandparents after graduation. They live out on this eighty acre farm far away from the city and I think being out there will just help me get my fucking shit together." I grumble imagining the life I could of had if I stayed with them after my mother died.

"Then you would live so far away from me!" Emily whined as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders in a lazy fashion that has her body slumping into mine. "Girl get the fuck off of me! You're so heavy!" I tease and she feigns hurt by clutching her chest with her mouth hung wide open. "How dare you! Are you calling me fat?" I laugh softly and close her mouth for her with my index finger. "Of course not babes, if one of us is fat it's me" I scoff and keep walking towards the exit with her right arm still over my shoulder.

"You are not fat Y/n/ m/n! You are curvy and gorgeous! Don't let what your father or anyone else says to heart because that's how they tear you down to their level and nobody wants that." She pouts jutting out her bottom lip for a dramatic effect and for a bonus she gives her best puppy eyes. "Oh come on you know it was just a joke, I know okay." She lets out a huff of air that has her red curls fall against her freckled cheeks. "I just want you to know you're worthy of real love okay? Don't ever doubt that, please."

As we walk out of the front doors the quarterback of our stupid football team comes barreling towards the stairs pushing past me causing me to fall backwards and hit my head on the last step. "Fuck!" I yell slowly sitting up to touch the back of my head only to pull it back to reveal a dark crimson liquid sitting on my finger tips. "Holy shit Y/n! Do I need to call an ambulance?" Emily the ever caring friend is kneeling above me, the sun suddenly becomes too bright and I close my eyes only for the black void around me to start spinning. I open my eyes again as I try to focus on her face. "I-I'll be f-fine Emmy. D-don't worry about it." I stutter hard and quickly lose consciousness, the last thing I hear is her yelling for help as she called the emergency services.

I wake up a few times in the ambulance as they asses the damage to the back of my head but other than a few fuzzy faces, muffled voices and a faint beeping noise is all I can hear when I'm not entirely lucid.

Once I wake up again for the second or maybe third time I'm sitting in a hospital bed with an IV hooked into my arm and a blood pressure cuff sitting on the other. I groan at the blinding lights above me as a nurse walks in and turns them down for me. "Good evening Miss, L/n?" She looks to me from her clip board with a fake smile plastered on her face and I give her a slight nod.

"You've received a concussion and there is a few other scratches and bruises around your neck and arms. Not only that but you seem to be very dehydrated and malnourished, although." She looks over at me again this time from the computer located to the left of my bed and instead of her fake smile from before, her face adorns a disgusted look with her brows knitted together. "You seem to be fine." I roll my eyes at her and scoff.

"Well fuck lady next time just call me fat the first damn time why don't you?" I snap glaring at her with squinted eyes, I jump a little when Emily practically breaks the door down and comes rushing to my side. "Oh my god Y/n! I thought you were dead! You've been out for hours!" She sits on my bed and envelopes me in a hug then leans in close to my ear to whisper. "He's in the waiting room, has been for the last two hours, he looks pissed as all hell. What do you want me to do?" I look up at her with tears in my eyes and I hold them back but I know she can still see the fear behind them.

"Tell him that I'm awake because I have a feeling they're going to tell him anyways." I shoot the nurse one more glare before she walks out of the room taking her cheap perfume smell with her. "Do you want me to stay? We can call your grandparents and you can stay there?" She has always urged me to get the hell out of this town and away from my father as soon as I turned eighteen last summer but I always gave her some sort of excuse to stay. "I thought you said it was too far?" I half joked earning a teary eyed smile from her. "There is no distance that can separate two soul sisters." She gave her signature boxy smile but even that felt forced.

Just when I was about to speak again my mouth instantly shuts when I smell the alcohol pouring from the man I hate the most, my father. "Hey sugar. How are ya feeling?" He asks sickeningly sweet, laying it on much too thick I wince worried it would give me a toothache. "I'm okay, Emily was quick on her feet, calling the ambulance when she did." I say in a hushed tone and pick at my fingers letting my head hang low staring at the off white blanket draped over my legs.

"That's good to hear, thank you so much." He turns to Emily who has to fix her resting bitch face into a small smile as she tries not to scowl at the horrid thing in front of her. "Of course, just looking out for my soul sister." She briefly looks down at me, winking, before nudging my shoulder with her arm lovingly. "Right." He pauses looking between us before he clears his throat to say something but the doctor comes through the door and he quickly shifts his gears to focus on the man." Hello everyone, I'm assuming you're her father?" He asks in his baritone voice like a cowboy with years of roughing it out in nature for a few years, his voice has a nice gravel tone to it as well.

Please keep me overnight, please please please, I repeat over and over inside my head as the doctor looks over my charts again. The next sentence that comes out of the doctor's mouth confirms my worst fear. "Her concussion isn't as bad as previously thought and she seems to be doing better I don't see any sway in her motions while she sits on the bed so I don't see why you couldn't take her home today. Is that something you want to-" my poor excuse for a dad quickly interrupts him at the thought of taking me home early. "Yes, yes please I just want to get my little girl home." My father speaks pretending to be worried about me, I begin to say something in an act of defiance but the words slip back down my throat when he shoots me a warning glare and I quickly shut my mouth. "Perfect, I'll get the paperwork!" He walks out of the room leaving Emily and I with my shit father.

I don't know what day it is, but what I do know is that I'm starving and my stomach is trying to eat itself alive as it roars out a low growl and my stomach flips when I dry heave because of the nausea swirling around my head. I can't keep a coherent thought long enough to collect myself up off the thin mattress on the cold basement floor the only thing shielding me from the cold wisps of air is a single brown, blood stained sheet.

I hear footsteps to my left and flinch hard and scramble towards the corner of the brick wall behind me and try to make myself as small as possible as he stalks towards me. "You're awake. Good." He pats my head as I stare off at the ground behind him and he takes a deep breathe only to sigh in annoyance. "I'm sorry for all of this. You know ever since your mother died I haven't... well, I haven't been the best father to you." He leans down to my level with his hands on his knees but I don't react too lost in my own headspace, still focusing on the growing wet spot from the pipe above.

That's when I receive a blow to the side of my head and I fall sideways onto the ground with a thud. My vision is blurry and I roll over just enough to see something silver in his hand. "Look at me when I'm talking to you bitch!" He yells, I'm shaking with fear and anger as he continues screaming profanities at me. "This is what I get for letting you go to that public school, boys probably touch you all the time huh?" He spats and I flinch when he raises his hand to me and he chuckles. "Pathetic whore. I bet you're even sleeping with your best friend too. You two seem awfully close to just be friends. Tell me sweetheart, how does she taste?"

It's in full view now and my eyes widen at the sight of a gun in his hand, fear clouding my mind and I need to think and fast if I'm getting out of here alive, I can't do this anymore the beatings with starvation all of it. I stare at it for a moment before I quickly stand on my knees and knock him over his head hits the brick wall while the gun slides across the concrete and I scramble to grab it.

I stand shakily on my feet with the gun in hand and aim it at the asshole sitting at the ground, he looks up at me after he wipes the blood off with his sleeve, fear evident in his eyes. "Now just, hold on a second Y/n." He puts his hands out in front of him as if that would deflect the bullet that I could release by pulling the trigger.

"Please baby, I just- you remind me so much of your mother I- I couldn't help but try to protect you in any way that I could. Please baby I'm your daddy, I don't want to hurt you." I stare at him, tears streaming down my red cheeks as he tries to use my mother as an excuse for me to not pull the trigger and all I see is red. "Hurt me?" I say softly. "Hurt me?" I scream as my hands and body shake with adrenaline coursing through my veins. "YOU WILL NEVER HURT ME AGAIN!"

*BANG*

*BANG BANG BANG*

I don't remember talking to the police or walking out to sit on the back of the ambulance or the EMT patching up the gash on my forehead near my hairline. What I do remember is Emily running towards me with my grandparents behind her trailing as close as they can at their old age. "Y/n? Y/N! I heard what happened oh my gods are you okay babydoll?" I look up at her my cheeks wind bitten, my eyes red and puffy from crying. "I did it. I killed him. I murdered my own father." My voice void of all emotion and despite how I look I let go of the breath I was unaware I was holding and put my face in my hands taking a shaky breath.

"I'm free."

After the police have gotten my statement on what all happened and a timeline for what has been going on for the last eight years, when I get to the part about what my father did after he had nearly beaten me to death on more than one occasion, a state of mind where I couldn't say no or fight him off, Emily looks at me like her whole world just came crashing down into an unyielding forest fire.

She doesn't say anything, she knows talking about the bullshit of it all would only makes things worse, turning to my grandparents I greet them and they give me hugs and positive words before they have me pack a suitcase or two and come out to the farm. Standing behind their old hatchback I turn to my best friend with tears in my eyes and hers too.

"Well, I guess this is it huh? You're really leaving me." She pouts and I giggle at her words on her adorable face as she pulls out her boxy smile. "Don't miss me too much okay? When you finally get your license." I give her a knowing look before she waves her hand in front of her face while rolling her eyes, I reach out and grab her hand swinging it loosely between us.

"Please come and visit? I'd hate to live a life without my soul sister next to me." She chokes out a sob and a sniffle before wiping away her salty tears. "Fine, but, if that horse nips at me again like it did when we were kids. I'm turning it into glue." She playfully nudges my side as we share one last hug as my grandfather tucks the last bag into the trunk.

Time flies while helping my grandparents take care of their eighty acre farm. I'm always outside doing something whether that's helping passer by's and their hybrids (which is still something I have to get used to, hybrids I mean) find the right walking trails or simply taking care of smaller hybrids who have come across the farm because they had been running from the hybrid control van, some don't even make it outside of the city and dark alley's much less all the way out here but the ones that do have a remarkable will to get the hell out of dodge.

My grandfather passes away four years later and the work that has to be done outside takes a toll on my grandma so I tell her to leave the yard work to me. Once she left it to me to keep everything in order outside everything began to run smoothly again, more hybrids seemed to come in for either a quick meal or to rest and leave by morning. It was never more than maybe two or three hybrid's at a time and I got to learn about them from the ones who weren't too scared to talk to humans, I've almost been bitten three times within the first few weeks of being at the farm, lesson learned.

"Grandma, you know you can't be up and down like this. You're doctor said to stay in your wheelchair if you have to move around and ask for help when you obviously need it." I scold her and she grumbles in defeat, I've caught her trying to reach the top shelf yet again for the third time today. I set my grandfather's old cowboy hat on the hook next to the door as I take off the leather vest and throw it over the kitchen chair at the table.

"I know dear, you were outside tending to the horses and cows, you already have so much on your plate and I didn't want to disturb you. I know how much you love it out there and don't think I don't notice you keeping an extra eye out for any hybrid in need either." I smile down at her very short stature and reach up to grab what she needed from the top shelf, barely but I got it. "I know I just... with the stories I've heard from the hybrids that have come and gone and the endless medical training I've gotten by stitching some of them up. I feel so sorry for them grandma. They've had a shit hand dealt to them, I just wanna help where I can, if I can."

She looks at me with a small smile on her face and taps my cheek with her cold hands. "You are just like your mother, a heart of gold and a willingness to help anyone who needs it, no matter the cost. One of these days you're gonna find a good man who treats you like the treasure that you are doll, I just hope I'm here to see that day." I scoff at her as I take off my work boots and set them next to the front door. "Grandma, you know I hate it when you talk like that. Now, please will you just sit down and eat dinner with me? I'll make some breakfast for dinner, the way you like, crazy lady."

It's not even a few weeks later that my grandmother is admitted to the hospital, the doctors going through every test they could think of as I sit in the waiting room in my work clothes about ready to bust through those double doors and give those so called doctors a piece of my mind for taking so damn long. A few more minutes pass and I feel a tug at my bell bottom jeans.

I look over my phone to see and little coyote hybrid, she's wearing a pretty pink dress and princess shoes with a small crown on top of her head wrap. "Are you a cowboy?" She asks innocently as she pulls the bottom of my pants crumpled in her small pale hand. I lean down to her level as her owner and what looks to be her mother walk up behind her, I lean in close and whisper in her ear like it's the world's most precious secret.

"I'm something better, a cowgirl." I lean back and watch the little girls expression change from curiosity to confusion. "I thought only boys could do that." She states as her mother reaches for her hand. "Girls can do things just as good, if not better, than boys can you just have to put your whole heart into it and never give up." I give her a little high five as she turns to her owner with bright eyes and a new obsession.

"Johnny! I'm gonna be a cowgirl when I grow up!" She jumps up and down as her mother whispers to me. "Thank you, we took Dove out of her room so she could exercise her little legs a few minutes ago. She's been so drained since her last chemo but seeing and talking to you has brought the light back into her eyes, thank you, so much." I give her a small nod as she shuffles to catch up to her daughter and owner but it's when I see him hold her close and kiss her on the lips, maybe he wasn't just her owner but perhaps a lover?

"Y/n L/n?" I hear a male nurse call out from around the corner, his face is pale and I could tell he doesn't do this regularly. "Yes, that's me. So what's wrong with my grandmother?" I ask and quickly close the app I was just on and the man stays silent and I scoff with a small giggle at the end to deflect the worse. "She's okay, right?" I say slowly as I walk towards the nurse and he chokes on air.

"Spit it out." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Please, I'm begging you dude." I bring my hands together in front of me and he finally says the words I had been dreading to hear. "Your grandmother passed away a little while ago. The cancer-" I hold my hand up to keep him from uttering another word.

I knew my grandmother was sick but I didn't know she had cancer. "Why type of cancer?" I cross my arms and look up at the man who seems to have sobered up after I snapped at him. "Breast cancer, st-stage four." He stutters and I fall to my knees with my face in my hands bawling as he awkwardly tries to comfort me.

A few weeks later her funeral is held out by the weeping willow I planted when grandpa had passed away, in four years it's grown quite a bit easily making it the biggest tree out by the small pond out on the back forty acres. I sit there and stare at the cold headstone my tears have long since dried up and all those who had came long gone for about three hours now.

I sniffle and lay the flowers on both of their graves. "You weren't supposed to leave me yet." I let out a sob as I start to cry again. "You were supposed to, see me healthy, and happy with someone I love and who loves me just as much in return. You s-said- y-you sa-" I break out into a full crying meltdown and our new grey mare I've named Dove after the little girl from the hospital starts nudging me with her nose and I can't help but giggle.

"I know Dove, it's just all so sudden. They left me literally everything they had in their name. The house, the trucks, the endless amount of money that came from who knows fucking where. The equipment, the entire eighty acres? It's a lot, how am I supposed to do this all myself?" I ask Dove like she could answer me, she just shakes her head. "I know baby. I'll get it done, no matter what, for them."

For the next three years I do my best to keep the farm up and running. I keep my horse and the neighbors horses in the stable during the winter just around the large hedge separating it from the backyard of the house. I didn't have to but I sold the other two horses to make the workload a little easier on myself and about a quarter of the cattle to keep my head from spinning. I got a few little chickens and put them in the hen house located at the edge of the big empty backyard.

I stand on the wrap around porch one early morning with an energy drink in hand instead of coffee because I have a lot to do before the storm rolls in later tonight. Buckling my spurs into place over my boots and get to walking to the stable where Dove sits in her pen waiting for the morning workload to begin. "Hi sweetheart, ready to get started?" I pat her neck and she chirps with what seems like excitement then she happily shakes her head and I take her bridle and saddle off of the nearby wall with a big smile and get her strapped in before we start with herding the cattle to the feed mill.

By the end of the day the storm clouds have rolled in and it's slowly starting to rain. I have to quickly close the cattle gate before the calves can high tail it out of there, it's their first big storm I have no doubt they can feel it coming to a start. I put a lock on the gate and run over to Dove and jump onto her back grabbing the straps and pull her to the left when the rain really starts to come down." Come on sweetheart let get the fuck out of here and get you back to your pen." I urge her to go faster when I hear the impending thunder and I catch a glimpse of lightning closer than I would have liked.

Dove is settled in with a weighted blanket and her eye shield on. "Don't worry love Dove, you'll be okay, I wish I could take you inside with me." I rub her nose and down her jaw and neck before a deafening crack of thunder booms over head making me jump two feet into the air, my hair standing on end and I quickly move around trying not to be struck by lightning and lucky for me my hair starts to lay flat on my head again.

"Okay, that's enough for tonight. I'm leaving now." I pull my jacket over my head and start running towards the house, once inside I take my wet jacket off and toe off my boots as I shiver. "Fuck it got cold fast, that has to be a new record." I light the logs in the fireplace and take my soaked pants off, laying them over the gate in front of the fire to dry out so I can wear them in the morning to fix the damage this storm is no doubt going to cause.

Taking a deep breath to relax and unwind I sigh when my stomach growls loudly, the only thing I had today was that energy drink. "Ugh, this whole eating to survive thing is so annoying." I grumble as I haul my big ass off the floor and pick at the fire before walking towards the kitchen and I feel eyes on me and I freeze in front of the sliding glass door leading out to the stable.

Looking out to my left afraid to see a face or glowing eyes staring back at me, lucky for me I only see my reflection against the darkness outside before a bolt of lightning strikes a nearby tree scaring the shit out of me. "Fuck! Calm down Thor this isn't a competition!" I shout softly from the safety of my house when a loud clap of thunder shakes the ground under my feet. "Okay! I'm sorry!" I shrink back into my kitchen scared I could be smited (smoted?) at any given moment.

After I make breakfast for dinner, which I made a little more than I had originally planned because the storm outside kept distracting me from the task at hand. I look back out at the stable from the window above the sink and catch a glimpse of something or actually, a few somethings, run into the big red barn where Dove is housed and my heart jumps into my throat.

What if they steal my horse? Not to mention the amount of farm equipment located in that barn that will cost an arm and a leg to replace if any of it comes up missing. Then there's my grandparents old trophies and pictures from when grandpa would ride bulls and grandma being a barrel runner.

All those memories that could be destroyed within a matter of minutes if I didn't go out there and find out who or what those shadows are. I growl a few curse words as I jump into my pants and slide my boots on then grab my hat off the hook before throwing my thick jacket over myself and zipping it up. I take a deep breath as I grab the handle to the back door and brave the storm to get to the barn across the way.

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reborrowing · 4 months ago

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Purr

Stranger Swap masterpost

jumping ahead to when their relationship is less contentious…

no warnings, just fluff

“Can you make yourself purr?” Phoebe asked.

“Mm?”

Val blinked several times to try and refocus their eyes away from the television as they looked down at her sleepily. She gave the oversized borrower a patient smile, admiring the slight daze on their face. They were usually dead asleep by this part of the afternoon, but they always made an effort to stay awake and keep her company whenever the shared curse that made them trade sizes struck during daylight hours.

“Purring. Does it just happen, or can you do it on command?”

“I’m not a dog, Bee, I’m not gonna do tricks for you” they said, a slight whine hanging in their voice.

“What? Not my command. I just mean, can you do it when you want or is it more of a reflex?” Phoebe said.

“Oh. Then, yeah, mostly.”

They rubbed some of their grogginess out of their eyes. She wondered if they’d actually been nodding off this whole time. If so, how stupid was she to wake them up? Half the time she caught them purring was while they were curled up somewhere for a nap—but only when they were their usual, tiny self, never when they traded. She’d never heard them purr when they were larger than her.

“Mostly?” she asked.

“It’s like…it’s a breathing thing? But social. It’s supposed to feel warm and like home. Safe.”

Phoebe hummed thoughtfully, a little flattered that they’d express such a thing around her after all they’d expressed about humans being dangerous. They offered her a hand and she jumped on board. Val cupped her to their chest and shifted positions and all the movement at once was disorienting. She held tight to one of their fingers. The world tilted to the side as they stretched out and lay back against the arm of the couch so she could be on their chest without falling.

Their purr roared to life around her like a truck engine, low and heavy and overpoweringly present in her chest. It was almost more of a growl than a purr, if it weren’t so slow and drowsy.

She slid off Val’s hand and worked her way up to their neck and the hypnotic sound reverberated up each step. The purring skipped for a brief second as she settled against their throat. It came back even louder as Val’s muscles relaxed beneath her.

Safe.

#g/t #giant tiny #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t fluff #stranger swap #oc: Val #oc: phoebe #I feel dumb writing fluff eek #but the post earlier this morning made me remember I started this

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tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016 · 11 months ago

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Till Death Do Us Part Yandere! Captain Price x Ex Wife! Reader. Chapter Three

Authors Notes- And here I am with Chapter Three. And this is where things get real. As you can gather by now I like to mention any triggering warnings in my Authors Notes. So this chapter will feature stalking, breaking and entering, panty stealing, and so much more. If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways but I'll remember our time fondly.

And now onto the third chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Three.

This was perfect. Price thought, as he sat in his office, a sly smile on his face as he leaned back in his seat. Days had passed since he and and his lieutenant had come up with a perfect plan to get you back. Sure, it wasn't the most ideal plan he had ever come up and if he was being honest? Price had been running out of ideas. Or had been until Simon had asked him how he could help. And it was that moment an idea formed in Price's exhausted mind.

Perhaps there was a way Simon could help him get you back, perhaps the entire 141 could help him. Granted he knew he really shouldn't get his men involved, this was his problem. But still... Price lit a cigar he had no other choice, and as he stared up at the ceiling. But whatever choice did he have? He couldn't live like this, not without you.

But now he had come up with the perfect plan. One that would have you back in his arms where you belonged. And when you were he was never letting you go. His plan? Was to have his men follow you, stalk you where ever you went, make you feel afraid, was it cruel of him to get his men involved like this? To frighten you? Perhaps, but it meant you'd come back to him the it was all worth it.

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Days passed, and you were slowly but certainly getting used to living the life of a single woman. Sure, it took sometime, and there were some lonely nights and nights where you woke up searching for John. But as time went on you eventually got used to sleeping on your own. Well, not on your own as Zipper had long since taken the place where John used to sleep, purring happily as he did so since he was so used to being kicked out of John's spot and forced to sleep on the floor. Now he didn't have to worry about that.

And listening to him purr beside you certainly helped during those sleepless nights. But sometimes you wished you could be with someone. Fall asleep in someone's arms again, as you had before, you always felt the safest then, asleep in John's arms. You missed that. Huffing a sigh you got up from your bed, glancing at the clock as you did so, noting that it read 8:00 AM the time you normally got up, letting out a yawn you headed to your bathroom intent on getting ready for the morning. Stepping out a half an hour later in nothing but a warn out faded pink towel around yourself as you milled about your room.

And perhaps you should have remembered to close your curtains before you went to bed last night, as you walked through the living room, unaware of hungry eyes watching you. Sure, Price was allowing the rest of the 141 to take the reigns and stalk you, terrify you, but he couldn't help but come out and see you. Price shook his head, he and told you time and time again that to close the blinds, however it seems that no matter how many times he did you still always left the blinds open. Making it easy for people to see you go about your day, and for him to see you in that ratty old towel, still wet from the shower. His cock twitching as he took in the sight of you.

You were beautiful. And he couldn't wait to hold you in his arms again. Leaning back in his seat of his truck he continued to watch you from the street. He then turned his gaze to where he knew Simon and the others were, smirking as he saw Gaz lurking near the porch of your apartment. Soap was milling about in the cafe you liked to frequent whenever you had time, and Simon? Price looked to the dark alley beside your apartment, and while both Gaz and Soap would do their very best to help him get you back it was mostly Simon that would be following you. And sure over the years you had met the rest of the 141. Had liked them all, and you especially liked Simon.

But you had never met Ghost. What would you think when you realized you were being followed by a large man clad in a balaclava you would come running back to him. Eventually. There was one thing Price hoped would happen. Guilt gripped him as he thought of what he had resorted to all just to have you back, but it would be worth it, and when it did he would do everything to make you happy. Wanted him home more often? He would find a way to make it happen, wanted to go on vacation? Sure, he could find time. Kids? Price chewed on his lip as you finally closed the curtain, not that it really mattered now he had seen more than enough. But he recalled you guys having conversation after conversation about the two of you having kids, you had always wanted kids, but- No!

Price shoved these thoughts from his head, as he put the key in the ignition, he wouldn't dwell on that, not until you were truly his again. Then they would think about having kids. Pulling away from the building he returned home, trusting in his men to do their best.

Funny, you thought, as you closed your living room curtain, you could have swore that you saw someone watching your from your window. A feeling you quickly brushed off when the feeling disappeared. You're just being silly. You told yourself as you shook your head and turned away from the window. Watching too many crime shows before bed. You told yourself as you entered your bedroom once more, Zipper at your feet. Meowing continuously, and would not stop until you filled his food bowl, so better get on that before anything else. You had planned to meet with your sister-in-law for lunch around noon, so you had plenty of time before your lunch date. Perhaps you would wear something nice for it.

And then perhaps when it was done you might take a walk around town, you had always wanted to get out more. Sure, you loved being home but sometimes it was nice to get out and about, perhaps you would go to the mall. You had been meaning to get some new shoes and other such things. Nodding to yourself you fed Zipper and got dressed before killing time before your lunch date.

***

Perhaps this would lead to nothing. Perhaps he was wasting his time. Gaz thought, as he leaned against the railing outside your apartment. Sure, he had been a little uncertain about this plan of Price's and Simon's, a little reluctant. But in the end both he and Soap had given in. Anything to get their Captain back. He was tired of walking on egg shells when it came to his Captain. Anger swelled in his chest as he thought about what Price had been through because of you. You hurt him. If it had been him he would have forgotten you and had gotten on with his life. But that was not the case with Price.

"You ready?" Soap's voice cut through Gaz's thoughts.

"I am." Gaz spoke.

And what perfect timing too. As the moment he spoke you stepped out of your apartment. A faint smile on your face, as you walked down the street, Gaz following behind you, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, the hood pulled up, obscuring his face as he kept his eyes glued on you. And while he and the rest of the 141 followed you, Price leaned back in his chair, listening in on all of this.

A cold grin on his face as he lit up another cigar.

***

Hours had passed since you had met your sister-in-law for lunch and had gone to the mall afterwards. Now you would admit you have never intended to spent this much time at the mall. But, well, it has been a while since you've gone to the mall, and, oh they just had so many things you just couldn't help but be there longer than you had intended. Though to your credit you somehow managed to not spend all your money and needless things and getting out had been so fun. And now it was dark out.

Looking up at the night sky you sigh and head for the train station, your arms filled with bags. Unbeknownst to you of the large man clad in black, wearing a balaclava with a skull on the front, dark eyes glued on you as he followed you through the darkened streets to the train station. Taking note of the fact that the station itself was quite empty, not a soul to be seen. And if Ghost had been so inclined he would have grabbed you right here and now and delivered you to Price himself. But orders were orders Price wanted to give you the chance to choose to come back to him, even if that meant scaring you back to him.

Shaking those thoughts from his head he followed you on to the train, standing uncomfortably close to you as you peered out the window, unaware of him, until after what seemed like forever when you turned to face him, and Ghost was unable to keep the smirk from his face as he saw the concern shining in your eyes as you looked up at him. Watching as you took a step back, before offering him a shaky smile and moving to the recently vacated seat, trying to ignore him as he continued to watch you. Did you think he was after you? Did you know you were being followed? Watched? All because your ex-husband needed you back?

No, of course you didn't, how could you? Ghost was silent as he followed you off the train, keeping a safe distance from you as he followed you, not wanting to alert you, but close enough to make you feel concerned. Every time you looked over your shoulder Ghost would melt into the shadows, disappearing from your sight, watching as you would glance around before continuing on. Watching as you finally reached your home, he hoped both Gaz and Johnny would be done in your apartment before you got back. Little did Ghost know was that Price was also there finding himself unable to sit still, unable to stay away from you no matter how hard he tried.

***

So this was where you lived, huh? Price looked around your rather small apartment, before exhaling smoke billowing around him as he did so. Earning a look from Gaz as he stood in your kitchen. Cute. Price sighed as he continued to mill around your home, taking in the little knickknacks and other various things you liked to keep around the house, before moving to your bedroom, and looking around, noting that the bed was neatly made, and a book lay open on the nightstand. Obviously you still kept up your nightly habit of reading every chance you could.

But Price wasn't interested in that. As he looked over his shoulder, seeing that neither Soap or Gaz where watching him before going to your closet, eyes fixing on the hamper, and casting one final glance behind him he snatched up a pair of plain white panties that sat on top the growing pile of dirty laundry.

"All done, Captain." Gaz spoke, as Price quickly pocketed his prize before turning to the Sergeant. A smile on his face as he nodded to him before leaving the bedroom. Leaving behind him the lingering smell of smoke as he did so, casting one final glance around your one bedroom apartment, noting the little changes Soap and Gaz had done to the room, nothing major just certain things moved around, things he knew you would notice, and something he knew you would notice were missing excluding the panties tucked in his pocket that is. And that included your watch and other such things.

Looking to Soap and Gaz he headed for the door. And not a moment too soon either. As the moment the three of them left your apartment did Simon report that you were returning. The three men disappearing into the nearby crowd, just as you stepped into your apartment, and as you did you could already tell that something was off. Placing your many bags on the floor by the door, and looked around your apartment.

Closing the door behind you as you looked around. At first nothing seemed out of place as you moved around your apartment, Zipper meowing at your feet as you did so. Standing in your living room you looked everywhere, hoping to find an answer to why you felt this way. Was it perhaps because of that strange man you saw following you? As you thought that you moved back to your front door, making sure it was locked before continuing on.

It was then it hit you, the all too familiar smell, a smell you both loved and hated then smell of those damned cigars John smoked. Was your mind playing tricks on you? Was not being with John messing with your mind? You would admit you missed him, and there were times when you wished you could go back in time and take it all back, but still you made your choice. And despite that you hoped he was well. Perhaps you should call or text him. See how he's doing, but right now you need to make sure you place is secure.

Looking around you could see that things had been moved, not by a whole lot, but you could tell that things had been moved, had someone been in your apartment? No that was just silly perhaps you have moved them when you had cleaned in here, you tried to tell yourself, but you were not convinced as there was still a thin layer of dust around said objects. Glancing around your apartment once more you moved to your bedroom, when you caught that familiar whiff of smoke once more, had John been here?

No, that was impossible he didn't have keys to your place. Given his profession. A voice whispered in your head as you took stock of what you had in your bedroom. That would have never stopped him if he wanted into your house. Nodding to yourself you reached for your phone and typed a text to John.

"Hey, John it's Y/N I have a question for you."

You stared down at your phone, waiting for a response if he decided to respond, he could be busy with work. However, as you thought that you heard your phone chime.

"What is it?"

Okay. That was far faster than you had thought it would be. Perhaps he wasn't working to day, or he was at his office. You chewed on your lip suddenly feeling a little nervous. This would be the first time the two of you had spoken since the divorce so you were feeling a little uncomfortable, remembering how eerily silent John had been during that whole thing. A sign that John had been mad at you then.

And why shouldn't he be? You divorced him...sorta without warning. Wouldn't you be pissed? You thought to yourself as you struggled with coming up with what you wanted to say. Then decided to bite and bullet and just say it.

"You haven't been in my apartment, have you?"

You bit your lip as you waited. Then your phone chimed again.

"No, why?"

As you read his messages you bit down on your lip, suddenly feeling a tad bit silly about this. You knew that nothing was missing, and when you had arrived home but you just couldn't help but think that something was wrong.

Ever think you're just being paranoid? You asked yourself. Continuing to chew on your lip you looked to your phone once more, before moving to your living room window. And nearly dropped your phone when you caught sight of that very same man from before staring at your from the street, face obscured by a black balaclava and clad in all black, dark eyes looking up at you! Gasping you backed away from the window, and nearly trip over the damned rug as you do so, fuck texting you need to call John!

Dialing his number you are thankful when he answers after the first ring. "John." You choke out after his hello. "Someone is watching me..."

***

He knew it was only a matter of time. Only a matter of time before you called him for help. A smirk form on his face as he leaned back in his seat, phone to his ear as you listened to tell him about some strange man lurking outside your apartment. Good ol' Simon he knew his lieutenant wouldn't disappoint, sure Soap and Gaz did well too but it was Ghost stalking you, and currently lurking outside your apartment scaring the wits out of his poor little wife.

"John? Are you there?" You spoke.

"I'm here I'll be right over, love." He told you getting up from his seat and grabbing his jacket before going to the door. "Everything is going to be fine, don't you worry."

Muttering a shaky thank you John listened as you hung up the phone, a smirk returning to his face. Things were going according to plan. Just a little more and you would be his once more...

Authors Notes- Okay firstly sorry this took forever to post. Life y'know? And sorry it's not overly interesting but I assure you the next chapter will have all the saucy stuff in it. Stuff I WAS going to cram all in this chapter then call this story done, but there is just too much I want to put in. So this fic is going to be four chapters rather than the usual three. And I'm rambling but I hope you enjoyed it! Have a goodnight!

#Yandere! Captain Price #ex wife reader #Tw stalking #Breaking and entering #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #141 makes a brief appearance

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farfromstrange · 1 year ago

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Helloooo, 💕💕💕💕

I had an idea for a fratt and reader fluff piece. They are stuck in the car on a road trip, Frank is driving (because is his truck), Matt is in the copilot seat and Reader is in the middle seat in the back.

She falls asleep and Matt asks Frank to stop the car. Frank asks him "Why?" and Matt says "Because I want to cuddle with her".

When Matt is in the back, Frank asks him "Ever wonder why she always falls asleep in the car?"

That's it, I leave the rest up to you 😘😘😘

Also I wanted to thank you again for doing my request about the teddy bear, it was the cutest like these two gentlemen 😍😍😍😍

I am so sorry for the wait, darling! I had a lot going on. I've honestly never written for Fratt or Frank before in my life, so this is my first. I tried my best, and I hope I did your request justice <3 I’m so happy the teddy bear request was to your liking, so I hope that it’s the same with this one. Sending you all the hugs and kisses, especially for these gifs!!

Ours | Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: You fall asleep in the car and the boys wonder why that always happens.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

A/n: I have no idea if this is good enough or not, but...I tried? Let me know if you liked it and maybe I'll write more for Frank in the future. I don't know. Also, I have decided not to tag for this because I'm not sure how everyone on my tag list stands with Frank. Since this is a poly ship and not everyone is into that :) Just so you know that I didn’t forget you, I just know not everyone ships Fratt. This is the first fic in that direction I’ve ever written, and I’m a bit shy, but oh well…

The purr of the engine resonates through the cab of Frank's weathered truck as it speeds down the open highway, the asphalt stretching out before them like an endless ribbon. The moon stands high in the sky, the clock showing an even number of 4:00 am. The car is dark except for the light of the controls and the headlights reflecting off the puddles in the road.

At first, the radio had been playing a random 80s rock tune, but as soon as Matt slipped into the driver’s seat, he sneered at Frank, “Turn that off.”

In response, Frank turned up the volume even more. You told him before that it’s your favorite song, and you wanted to hear it.

“Fuck that!” he’d said. “Our girl wants to hear this. You wanna say no to our girl, Red?”

You smiled so innocently from the backseat, Matt could only sigh and cup his ears to try and keep the volume out. With his heightened senses, something as easy as that won’t even remotely work, but he tried.

Frank laughed out loud. “Told ya!” And then he sang along with you to whatever song came after that one, and Matt had to suffer through it.

The first ten minutes of this drive were torture, to say the least.

Matt accepted it for a while, but eventually decided he had enough and turned the radio off entirely, leaving the car in an eerie silence.

Now, you’re driving without music.

The gentle hum of the tires beneath you eventually lulls you into a peaceful daze. One second, you are lecturing Frank on why opening the car door and throwing Matt out of it while he was driving eighty miles per hour wasn’t such a good idea, the next you slowly start dozing off.

It doesn’t take long before the rhythmic vibrations of the car have you drifting off into a quiet slumber. The soft sounds of Matt and Frank's conversation turn into a distant murmur as your head nestles against the backrest. The gentle sway of the vehicle matches the cadence of your breaths, and soon you are lost in dreams.

Frank lifts his eyes off the road for a moment, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You don’t talk much, but every time the three of you come from a mission, the adrenaline runs high in your bloodstream and you become chatty. Ever since you went quiet, Frank has wondered whether or not you’ve fallen asleep, and he gets his proof when he looks at your sleeping form in the back.

Matt notices him shifting and he tilts his head slightly in your direction. The gentle rhythm of your heartbeat resonates in his ear, your breathing even, and your shirt brushes against your chest ever so slightly whenever it lifts to let some more oxygen into your lungs.

“She’s asleep,” he states.

“Yeah,” says Frank. He reaches back and cups your knee. You don’t move. “Dead fucking asleep, I’d say.”

Matt only shoots him a glare, his unfocused eyes landing on the point closest to where his voice is coming from. “Would you mind keeping both your hands on the steering wheel?”

Rolling his eyes, Frank straightens up. He wants to say something smart, but Matt has said more annoying things in the past. And when he looks at him, he can’t be mad because he looks so soft in the moonlight. It hits his dark curls just right, meeting the brown of his eyes and turning them slightly green, maybe even a little golden.

Matt Murdock is golden, Frank does not doubt that. More golden than you? No, but he is golden nonetheless. A golden retriever, you once called him, and you were onto something then.

Frank doesn’t like a lot of people, and while Matt can annoy the shit out of him, there’s something too good about him that makes it impossible for him to hate the man that’s sitting next to him, his red suit hugging his curves just right, the gloves that usually hug his thick fingers placed in his lap as he fidgets.

He’s aware that the relationship between you three is unconventional, but he couldn’t care less.

Matt frowns. “What?” he asks him.

Frank blinks. “Nothing.”

“Do I have something on my face?”

“Not yet,” he retorts.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I fucking said, Red. Exactly that.”

Once again, Matt only rolls his eyes. He leans back in his seat, head tilting even further to listen to you sleep. You sound so peaceful, your body slack with relaxation. You always sit in the middle so you can talk better to them, or hold his hand in the passenger seat. Whenever you’re alone with Frank, you are the passenger princess, but that changes as soon as Matt is involved. They sit in the front to protect you, that much is true, but Matt also gets sick easily in the back, so he always sits in the front. That doesn’t mean you don’t want to hold his hand every once in a while, so you recline in the backseat, always.

Matt reaches behind himself to cup your other thigh. You shift slightly, bucking into his touch as if seeking his comfort. Your heart skips a beat. With the moonlight hitting your face the same way it does him, Matt is sure you must look ethereal.

“She does,” Frank murmurs beside him.

He shoots him a confused glance, but Frank chuckles and adds, “You tend to think out loud when you’re turning into a needy mess. Ain’t my fault.”

A blush forms on Matt’s cheeks, and he instantly turns his head away. He forgets that Frank sees him better than anyone, probably. Not just in the literal sense but in a very deep, emotional way as well. They are so alike yet so different, and you only seem to tighten the bond they already shared from the beginning. With you, life is easier.

Matt slips his hand from your thigh back into his lap, and a mischievous smile spreads across his face. He leans over to Frank, his voice a low murmur. "Hey, could you do me a favor and pull over?" he asks, his hand already fidgeting with the seatbelt.

Frank's brows come together in confusion, so close they almost touch, and the slightest hint of frustration flickers in his eyes. "Why?" he asks back, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Matt's smile remains. "Because I want to cuddle with her," he confesses.

Frank's lips twitch into a half-smile as he glances at Matt. “You're such a fucking softie, you know that? It’s disgusting.”

Matt shrugs. "Well, she's asleep, and I don't want her to wake up all stiff and uncomfortable."

With a huff, Frank slows down and finds a spot on the side of the road where he can pull over. “You’re lucky your tits make great pillows,” he says as he pulls into the small lot.

He opens his mouth to protest, but one look at his armor makes him shut up. Frank isn’t entirely wrong.

The truck rumbles to a stop on the shoulder of the road, and Matt swiftly unfastens his seatbelt and moves to the backseat. He methodically makes his way forward by using his bare hands to find the door handle and then climbs back into the familiar interior.

Frank watches him through the rearview mirror, admiring how gracefully he moves, all just so he won’t disturb you. “You good back there?” he asks.

Matt nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. You can drive.”

Carefully, he slides in next to you, grabbing the blanket from the seat next to you. You must have been so tired, you forgot to make yourself comfortable. He wraps it around your form, tucking you in. The truck starts moving again, but he won’t let Frank’s driving distract him from taking care of what’s his.

Matt wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side, and you snuggle against his chest. The steady beat of his heart creates a soothing melody that harmonizes with the gentle hum of the car's engine.

As Frank resumes driving, his eyes occasionally flickering to the rearview mirror, he can’t help but smile at the sight. He had seen many things in his life, but the simple tenderness of this moment was a reminder of the unexpected bond you have formed over the past few months, and it continues to fasten every single day. Whether it’s sharing a bed, sharing dinner, or taking down a bunch of gang members in an abandoned warehouse far away from your familiar Hell’s Kitchen, you always find a way to come out better together.

After a while, as the sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the road, Frank's curiosity gets the better of him. He glances over at Matt, who is running his fingers through the messy strands of your hair, and his voice is gruff but tinged with intrigue when he speaks. “Hey, Red,” Frank says, catching his attention. “Ever wonder why she always falls asleep in the car?”

Matt pouts. "I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Maybe it's the steady rhythm, the feeling of movement. Makes her feel safe like she's being taken care of."

Frank nods thoughtfully, his grip firm on the steering wheel. "Yeah, maybe."

“Or maybe it’s us. She has this thing…” Matt shifts you slightly, and you curl even closer to him in your sleep. He chuckles. “She has this thing where her heartbeat skips whenever one of us is near, and then it slows when one of us touches her.”

“Slow down?” Frank cuts him off, a smirk on his lips. “Man, you sure about that?”

Matt kicks him. “Oh, shut up, Frank!” he says. “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.”

“C’mon, you can’t blame me. I may not have your super senses, but I know her body inside-out. I know that her heartbeat doesn’t slow down when we touch her.”

“You don’t really know her heartbeat then,” his voice is barely above a whisper. He lowers his lips to your forehead. Your heart jumps again as if you know what he’s doing. “Whenever we’re being affectionate with her–not in a sexual way, mind you–she calms down. She’s always so on edge, but when we’re together like this, when we’re talking and driving and everything is a little less heavy, that’s when she sleeps best. I can’t describe it, but it’s…it shows me that she feels safe with us. With you.”

In an instant, Frank shuts his mouth. Matt’s words make sense, but they still hit him hard. He has a hard time believing that anyone would feel safe in his presence, that anyone would love him, but whenever he looks at you, he knows he’s often just overthinking because you do.

You love him, you love Matt, and you love what the three of you have. You feel safe. You come to him when you’re sad, and he can come to you when he feels the same. You open up to him and Matt, no one else. You let your guard down for him. He never thought he would feel this way again, and it’s often overwhelming to even exist with all the pain he’s carrying, but he’s not alone anymore.

“Can’t say I blame her,” Matt adds.

Damn him, Frank thinks. He doesn’t even have to say what he’s thinking; Matt always knows. He hears his heartbeat, he hears his breathing change, and he feels something switch in the atmosphere, and he instantly knows something isn’t right. Frank thinks too much, even though it doesn’t seem that way, and Matt is very susceptible to people thinking too much. And he’s attentive.

Frank huffs, his fists clenching around the steering wheel. “Fifteen minutes, Red,” he says. “I’ll drop you off at your place. Both of you. I think she’ll be more than happy to stay with your annoying ass tonight.”

“We’re all staying at my place,” he sounds so calm back there.

“Can’t. I’m busy.”

“Yes, you can, and no, you’re not. You don’t have a life outside of me and her, and your guns. We both know that.”

Yes, he can. And no, he’s not busy.

Frank shakes his head, but he doesn’t say anything else. Matt continues to stroke your hair, his attention both on you and the man in the driver’s seat. A small smile plays on his lips. He’s home right here. With you, with Frank, even if it’s an open road–He’s home wherever you are because that’s where his heart is.

The journey continues through the night, the road unwinding beneath the truck's wheels. The moon remains their silent companion.

Even in your sleep, you seem to sense the harmony of the moment, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you nuzzle closer into Matt's chest.

Frank's eyes flicker to the rearview mirror once more, catching sight of your peaceful face. He can't deny that there is a certain comfort in seeing you this way, your guard down and your worries temporarily silenced by tranquility. It's a rare sight, one that fills him with a sense of contentment he didn't anticipate.

Matt's focus remains on you, his fingers lightly brushing against your hair. He marvels at the vulnerability you exhibit in your sleep.

He tilts his head slightly. "Does she look as peaceful as she sounds?" he asks softly.

Frank grunts in agreement. "Yeah, she does," he says.

Matt smiles. "Good." The miles slip away. The open road ahead holds a unique kind of therapy, and the world outside seems to fade into insignificance, leaving only the here and now.

Matt's fingers trace patterns on your arm as he speaks again, his voice low and steady. "You know, I think that when we're in the car, it's like a sanctuary for her," he says, adding to his previous answer. "The movement, the sounds, they offer a sense of security she rarely finds anywhere else. She said her life wasn't pretty before we came along, and we can argue that it still is far from pretty all we want, but she loves us. That counts for something, Frank."

Frank contemplates, his lips pursing. "Security?" he questions. Of course, he would pick the part he didn’t emphasize.

“Yeah.” Matt sighs, then he nods. “She feels safe with us. It's more than just the physical presence—it's the emotional support we provide. We're her safe haven,” he says.

Frank's eyes flicker to Matt's profile, his lips twitching into a shit-eating grin. “You've thought this through, huh?” He chuckles. “That’s a new one.”

Gone is the doubtful Frank, leaving behind the teasing asshole he likes to be. And Matt eats it up every single time.

He rolls his eyes, something he should get paid for at this point, but the hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips. "I've had a lot of time to think," says Matt. "I always think, especially about her. And you."

A small chuckle escapes Frank's throat, the sound almost incredulous. He's trying to play off the blush that is threatening to break out. Whenever Matt is being sweet, he does it with such precision, Frank wants to break out into hives. But in a good way.

“I'll be damned, Red,” he says, his voice edging on a mock. “Who knew you could be such a fucking philosopher and shit-eating romantic at the same time?”

Matt's lips turn into a full-fledged grin. "Well, we all have our talents," he says.

"Yeah, I guess we do," Frank agrees, his voice softer than usual, even bordering on a whisper.

As the road stretches ahead, the miles disappearing beneath the truck's wheels, Matt's fingers continue their gentle dance along your skin. His touch is a silent promise that he's always going to be there for you, no matter what, and the sense of safety makes you melt. His touch holds a magic power, and you're too weak to fight it.

Frank's eyes flicker to the road again. He's not one to openly express emotions, but he knows that this connection—the one forged between you, Matt, and himself—is something he wouldn't trade for anything in the world. He finally has a reason to live again, and he'd be damned to let it go. To let you go.

"You think she knows?" His question hangs in the air. He doesn't even have to say what he means for Matt to understand.

Matt's expression softens as he takes in the sight of your peaceful form. "I think she feels it," he answers. "She knows she's cared for. She’s knows we’re here for her. That we love her. Both of us."

It's a simple truth that Frank has come to realize over time—that you've found a home within their unconventional dynamic, and that the sanctuary of the car is just one representation of the security they offer you. You spend most of your time there, anyway.

And so, the miles roll on. With the open road stretching before you, and the soft embrace of sleep enveloping you, you continue your trek, each moment etching your story deeper into the tapestry of your lives.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #matt murdock x frank castle #matt murdock x frank castle x you #fratt #lizzi writes #requests are closed

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localcryptidinthewoods · 10 months ago

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rockstar au !!

hotel room / sleeping edition!

@that-one-i-think has already said who bunks w who and it makes sm sense, imma just repeat it (plus add info) incase you have not seen that whole thread of reblogs

irene & shad room together unless their on a break, in which shad will go with menphia and irene will go with kul’zak.

irene always demands the best hotel room with the best room and view, and will annoy the others to switch with her if the one she got originally didnt match what she wanted. she has a 30 step skin + hair care routine, and has done that one trend of the “i cant do nights” of her post routine (she does so much and too much in order to avoid aging and keep her hair perfect). you would think irene would be a pretty sleeper because of how she acts but i think she sleeps like a truck just hit her. sprawled out all over the bed, blankets on the floor and everything. her side of the room is a mess cuz shes the kinda person who throws her whole closet on the floor trying to figure out an outfit.

shads kinda the opposite, he could care less if the hotel room is nice aslong as it has a half decent bed. has a skin + hair routine mostly because irene forces him to do it, its just not as intense as her. hes the pretty sleeper in that relationship, he sleeps like a pretty princess which is very funny bc dudes buff, covered in tattoos and has a death glare that could kill. i think hes a big cuddlebug when hes sleeping. i think hes also the type of guy to check that the doors actually locked 30 times and that theres no secret cameras before being able to sleep. his side of the room is pretty clean other than shoes being scattered around.

menphia & enki room together, they arent particularly picky with rooms, they just need one with a good ac system bc menphia runs hot. their room is ussaly the messiest along side irenes due to the same reasons, exept both of em do it. the two of them also spend 80% of the night gossiping and talking shit about others with one another.

menphia has a normal skin care routine but a heavy hair care routine. i think she dyes her hair a lot but wants to do the best she can to maintain it healthy + her hair is really really thick so its just extra work all around. shes the type of person who steals stuff from hotel rooms ranging from the toiletries to pillows to one time she stole the ironing thing some hotels offer bc they lost theirs and needed a new one. has probably set off the sprinklers in a hotel, how? idk yet but its happened. menphia sleeps curled up like a cat (mostly bc i’ve been headcanoning her as a meif’wa) and tends to purr in her sleep / in order to fall asleep

when irene & shad are on break / arguing, her and shad share rooms and when they do jesus fucking christ is it loud. they’ve almost gotten kicked out of hotels n motels because of it. the two just have an emo reunion. menphia lets shad rant about irene to her cuz she knows that he dosent really get to talk about it very often and that it helps him when he does.

enki has a normal skin care + hair care routine, just the basics. i think their pretty lucky when it comes to that area so they dont have to do a lot. enkis def the person who goes out for vending machine drinks & snacks in the middle of the night when they cant sleep tho and almost always wake up menphia whenever shes sleeping when trying to get back in no matter how quiet he walks in just cuz menphias a lightish sleeper. enki snores but its not annoying, its more like soft snoring. i think enkis a side sleeper who forces herself to sleep on her back but he always ends up on their side bc comfy.

when menphia rooms w shad, enki is stuck rooming with esmund. it’s ok, esmunds a really nice roommate its just…awkward? i suppose? they dont have a lot in common that their aware of other than the band. the night is spent with them both going to bed early after talking small talk for a little bit. so yeah awkward nights.

speaking of esmund, esmund and kul’zak room with one another. their room is the cleanest by far. kul’zaks side is a little messy but its mostly blankets on the floor n what not. the two of them talk about everything and anything, from The Divine band to their own little two person band Lament, they talk about new songs to write and old songs, they talk about the past and their futures and what they want to do with it.

esmund has the basic skincare + hair care, nothing extra other than what you need. i dont think he worries about that kind of stuff too much, but irene is always trying to get him to buy more products n what not. i dont think esmund uses a lot of blankets when sleeping, one at most, just bc he dosent get cold easily yk. i think he sleeps on his back cuz comfy, and i think he snores too much like enki. i think esmund is the kind of guy to always make his bed in the mornings and kul’zak tells him its fine that he dosent have to but esmund is just like: its the polite thing to do !!!!

kul’zak is part of the 15 step hair care routine club, i think this man has beautiful curly hair that he takes care of extremely well. his skin care is normal but his hair care is extra just like irenes is. kul’zak is a side sleeper for sure, curled up too. very comfy. he has to sleep with 5 blankets and 6 pillows otherwise he cannot sleep. only exeption to this rule is if hes sharing a bed with esmund.

kul’zak is the one that rooms with irene whenever her and shad r on a break. he lisents to her rant and go on her angry tangents which turn into frustrated tears and her yelling into a pillow while smiling and nodding. i feel like irene & kul’zaks nights either go with him nodding qnd smiling while she rants or the two of them having a really deep conversation about a situation, one or the other and its ussally the former. since irene sleeps like a truck hit her he’s ussally able to sneak out and see the others before going to bed himself.

#cryptid rambles #aphblr #aphmau #aphverse #rockstar au !!#the divine warriors #irene the matron #shad the destroyer #enki the keeper #menphia the fury #esmund the protector #kul’zak the wanderer

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waxxl0ver · 1 year ago

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You want fanfic ideas, right? How about one where Lester finds a baby raccoon and tries to convince his brothers to let him keep it?

Thank you Mickey for my first request!!!

Lester’s kit

Lester rubs his eyes as the morning sun hits his eyes. He yawned and decided to turn on the radio for the morning news. While fiddling with the radio he feels a bump in the road. “‘Nother dead animal.” He thought to himself. He pulls over the car and gets out. He walks over towards the animal corpse. It was a dead raccoon, he picked it up and threw it into the truck. He starts walking back into the truck. He opens the door. “Squeek squeek!” and stops. He turns around and looks around. “Hello? Anyone out there” “squeeeeek!” He starts to walk off the dirt path and looks around in the woods. “Squeeeeeeek!” He looks down, the noise is coming from a log. He bends down and looks inside. “My god” it’s a baby raccoon! A little kit scared, cold and hungry. He reaches over and lets the little kit smell his scent. “Hey it’s okay little guy I ain’t gonna hurt ya’.” The little kit slowly walks out. He was dirty and you could see his tiny ribs. Lester’s heart breaks into millions of pieces. That raccoon that he had picked up was the baby’s mother. He quickly scoops up the kit and speed walks over to his truck. He takes his jacket off and wraps the baby in it. “Here, little guy. Is that better” he pets the raccoon’s head and the kit purrs. “You poor thing.” Lester puts his seatbelt on and puts the car in drive. Bo was putting new tools into his truck to restock his gas station as Lester pulled up. “Lester the fuck you doin’ home.” He says. Lester gets out of the car with the jacket. “Bo! Look!” Bo looks at the jacket and raises an eyebrow. “Yeah it’s a jacket” Lester pulls the jacket back a bit and the baby kit pokes his head out. “No. No no no no, put that dirty thing back.” Says Bo. “But he’s an orphan and he’s just a lil’ guy!” Lester cried to Bo. “Lester! We already have Jonesy. She’s enough” he says sternly. “Booooo! Jus’ look at' em!” Lester cries to him. Bo looks at the baby kit and he’s giving him the biggest sad eyes he ever saw. He sighs “your promise to let ‘em free once there an adult.” He says defeated. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lester excitedly yells. “Fine, keep him outta my room” Bo felt ganged up on. Lester rushed inside and walked into the bathroom and started a warm bath for the little kit. “Squeeeeek!” The little coon cried. “Don’t worry lil’ guy. You're gonna feel way better after this” Lester picks up the tiny kit and places him into the bathtub. He uses Bo’s fancy shampoo to wash the baby as the kit protests against this tourist bath! Lester finishes up and takes a warm towel to wrap him with. “See all better little guy.” The door creaks open and a certain puppy nose peeks through. Lester opens the rest of the door and lets Jonesy in. She stares at the baby raccoon and slowly walks up to him. The baby raccoon also stares at her. They both exchange some sniffs. The baby kit reached out and touched Jonesy’s nose. She dramatically howls and gives the baby a lick. Lester chuckles and gets up from the floor. He walks downstairs and Jonesy follows. He puts the raccoon on the counter and looks in the fridge. “Hmmmm I wonder what you would like to eat” he found some grapes. “Perfect!” He turns around to see Vincent and the baby raccoon staring down at each other. “Vinny, you like my new friend,” Lester says. Vincent nods and signs to him *your a mother now, I’m so proud* Lester rolls his eyes and gives the baby some grapes. He munches down on the grapes and makes some loud noises while he eats them. The raccoons let’s put a tiny burp in satisfaction with his little feast. The baby raccoon lifts his tiny paws in the air for Lester to pick him up. He obliged and picked Maur Maur up. The baby let’s out a tiny yawn and falls asleep in Lester's arms.

#house of wax #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #slashers #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #raccoon rambles

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yourimagines · 1 year ago

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Falling for you p.7

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, Angst, Violence, blood and fluff

Nick POV

I was at her apartment, grabbing her cat and some stuff for her. “Let’s go to your mom bubbles.” The cat miaow’s and I grabbed her under my arm, carrying a bag in my other hand. I walked out and closed off her door. The hallway was dark, no lights and I walked down, back to my truck. As I was placing bubbles and that bag in my truck I heard someone walking behind me. I turned around and a guy hit me with full first right on my face. I slammed the door shut behind me and throw a punch back. “What the fuck!” The guy fought back. “What the fuck do you want bitch.” I said and hit his nose, I felt and heard it cracking, breaking it. He holds his nose and swears at me. “Fucking bitch, you broke my nose Motherfucker.” “You attacked me first, who the fuck are you.” He moves a bit away. “I’m Josh, why are you taking her stuff.” ‘Who is Josh?’ “None of your business buddy, if I was you I would go to the hospital, your bleeding.” His hands where both covered in blood. “We are not done yet, asshole.” He runs away into the darkness. I quickly got in the car and checked myself in the rear mirror, a few small cuts where on my face, nothing to bad. ‘Shit she’s going to be worried.’ Bubbles moved over to my lap, laying down and started to purr. “You are a little cuddly monster.” I laughed at the cat, who was already asleep on my lap.

Y/n POV

The front door opens and Nick walks in, he had some blood on his shirt and hands, he also had a few cuts on his face. I gasped and walked over. “What happened?” He sets Bubbles down who walked over and started to giving me cuddles against my leg. “Some asshole attacked me from behind…I broke his fucking nose.” I held his biceps, looking closely at his face, carefully touching the small cuts. “Are you okay?” He nods and kisses me. “I’m fine but you’re not going back there, it’s freaking dangerous.” I giggled and hugged him, laying my head against his chest. “Thank you, thank you for everything.” “No problem but darling I don’t want you to get dirty as well.” He moved away to the kitchen, washing his bloody hands. “He knew bubbles.” He says and my heart dropped. ‘Josh.’ “Did he?” “Yeah, I told him to fuck off.” “What was his name?” He grabs a towel to dry his hands. “Josh…do you know him?” My face fell and I started to panic. ‘he knows I’m not home..’ “darling? You okay?” I shook my head. “No I’m not, Nick you just met my ex.” His eyes darkened, he clenched his jaw and his whole vibe turned upside down. “The asshole who left you alone in that forest, who hunted you? That ex?!” I nodded, afraid to talk. “Fuck! I should’ve known it. That motherfucker.” He was pacing around, angry and frustrated. “Baby, you can’t stay there, he was waiting for you, he’s stalking you.” I felt very small and afraid as Nick was angry.

Nick pov

She was trembling, looking guilty to the ground as someone said she was a bad person. “Baby I’m not mad at you but you really can’t stay there, he’s a sick motherfucker. He attacked me while I was putting Bubbles in the car.” I walked up to her, pulling her close to my chest. “Listen, you don’t have to be afraid here with me, I protect you but I can’t protect you when your living there alone…” I held her close and heard her mumbling a small I know. “You’re mine now, nobody is going to hurt you…” I kissed her head as Bubbles was nuzzling her head against my leg. “I think someone wants to be included.” I joked and she laughs, looking down at our feet. “She missed me.” She crouched down and pets her. “He got you while being in a battle, almost like a fairytale.” I snorted as she laughs at her own joke. “Real funny, I’ve got battle scars for you, so much hate here.” I said with a smile on my face, she giggles and stands up to kiss me. “I’m sorry my knight.” I smiled back, placing a small kiss on her nose. “I’ve got you my queen.”

She was laying in bed as I called Nate about this situation. “Maybe she should move in with you, I mean he attacked you…does he even know who you are?” I placed Bubbles food down and she started to eat. “No I don’t think so.” “Nick listen, you have that spare room for my kids, just used it for her, make it her own place so she can pull herself back. You guys just started to dat but she can’t stay there…” I went through my hair, sighing. “I know…I fucking hate this.. my relationships are never normal.” Nate laughs and I cleaned up some dishes. “It’s because you’re not that type of person but she might be the one.” I smiled to myself. “Yeah…it’s not going to be easy, I mean I’m already 40 and she’s 24 but I love her.” Bubbles was done eating and I checked every door and turned off the lights, walking to my room. “Maybe it’s good, she’s young so you will feel young and maybe she wants kids…” ‘I always said no about having kids but now I met her…’ “maybe, we just got together.” I walked into my room and smiled at her, she smiles back. “But I’ll talk to you later, my girl is waiting.” I heard him chuckling. “alright take care.” I turned the lights off and joined her in bed “Thanks you too.” I placed my phone down on my nightstand and scooted over to her, she happily started to cuddle me.

“Is it weird that I don’t want to leave you ever.” She says as she traces my chest. “No because I don’t want you to leave…” she looks up, her eyes filled with love and admiration. “I’m so in love with you, you’re my knight in shining armour.” She softly squeezed my biceps. I pulled her close, rubbing her back. “I love you, my queen.” She giggles and lays her head back down on my chest. “I’m glad I’ve found you…” I kissed her head. “I’m glad too.” She snuggled up and closed her eyes. “I feel so safe with you, I never felt so safe like this.” I softly smiled, caressing her back. “You will always be safe baby, with me or with my family. I will make sure of that.” She sadly smiles, trying not to cry. “I don’t deserve you.” “Baby, don’t say that…you deserve to feel safe and loved….and I will do everything for you to make you feel like that.” I softly wiped away her tears with my thumb. “Do I make you happy?” She asked me. “Darling, you make me more than just happy, you make me crazy.” She giggles and kisses me. “I love you so much baby…” “I love you too Nick.”

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you-can-be-what-you-want-to-be · 2 years ago

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{{ Fun ask meme you made: Everything with a 4 in it! (4, 14, 24, 34, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45.)

oh that’s a very fun way to do it! I already did 40 but I’ll give you the rest. Thank you for giving me so many!

4: if you had to loose one of your senses or physical abilities, which one and why?

im a chatter box but I’d loose the ability to speak. It’s kind of selfish but speaking is one of the only abilities that’s primarily for everyone else’s experience of the world. I mean you can’t talk and share ideas as easy and some of the puns and stuff you do get limited but you still get sunsets and art museums and books and musicals and cat purrs and all that. I still get things, I just can’t give anymore.

14: preferred form of travel i know tumblr doesn’t like them but car for SURE. Used to have ten hours in it every weekend visiting my dad and like. You can sing. You can have arguments with yourself and imagined people. Go noom. Pretty sights. And I’ve had the best conversations I’ve ever had in the car, because what else are you going to do? If there are two people in a confined space and one of them can’t look at anything you can only talk and I love that it’s a wonderful feeling. And falling asleep in the back of a car while people you care about talk in the front? Being able to leave home at any time? Getting sonic at 11pm? Ough it’s so good. I get home and spend an hour in a non moving car love being in a car I am no better than a dog.

24: what is a food or experience you miss from being a child? This does not mean things like paying bills, and is more about the time period you are from.

1 burning cds

2 a lack of cool people on tv. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Napoleon Dynamite but yeah things like that. Like there is no one cool in invader zim.

3 toxic waste (candy.) I haven’t seen one in ages

4 PEANUT BUTTER TWIX.

34: name a way someone has helped you before

car got stuck on this pile gravel. It had been snowing, next to a busy highway, thirty minutes by car away from any town, and it jammed up all the way up like into the entire bottom, not just the tires. Spent like an hour by hand trying to dig the stuff out with bare hands. Some guy with a truck hooked me up and pulled my car off. I’ll never forget it

41: what’s a hobby you want to get into? Disregard whatever skills money or tools you would need, listen to your heart

I want to learn how to make music and video essays. Both of those cost money and your own private area (instrument, mic, and a place you don’t disturb people with sound). Also animation I’m a very bad artist and don’t get technology so it’s a pretty hard no but I’d love to do it someday

42: what’s an experience you’ve wanted to do or have for awhile but not been able to justify to yourself?

I want to see hadestown on broadway. Or anything on broadway really but hadestown is the dream personally

43: a part of yourself you are fond of?

I like that soft spot between your lower ribs and thumb nails

44: favorite supernatural being

I’ve always been fond of ghost, because they’re the only one just about that gets to be sad or helpful instead of just scary. The idea that you felt something so strong it outlasted your body…. Yeah that’s what emotions feel like. That’s why you can be haunted by things that aren’t there, like war or an old friendship. It’s just emotions out of place that followed you.

Sad ghosts, lost ghost stuck in a loop, ghosts that save people from similar situations as their own, ghosts that come back to love their loved ones, ghosts who taunt the person who killed them and haunt them in the literal and metaphorical sense. Idk man. Just ghosts. They’re so important to me.

45: favorite fantasy being

Fae but only the fucked up kind who like find people fascinating but mostly as entertainment and make them dance till their feet fall off or see how long it takes them to loose a deal. Idk they’re just fun.

thank you so much this was mega fun to talk about

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dangerous-realms · 2 years ago

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So, he already had some clothes. That ment they would have to stop off at a shop to get him anything. But he would still need to change and she had a feeling he couldn't change via shadows like her, so she would make the truck descend. The clicking sound of the wheels coming out if their hiding space could be somewhat heard. And while it may seem strange for a hovering vehicle to have wheels, Azura thought it was necessary to install them for places that hovering vehicles weren't favorable to have or realms that didn't have technology advanced that far.

A little shadow hand would pop out of her bag and take the phone from him, turning it off it would collapse back into it's smaller form before being stored away. They weren't far off from the gala which is why she chose to land in the middle of practically nowhere so he could change on peice. The landing was barely detectable due to how good the suspension of the truck is.

"You're welcome, Kefla. I'll be sure to put your number to good use~."

She says, a little purr at the end of her words. She should be honest with him, tell him that her heats month is still rolling. The itch that needed to be scratched was particularly the reason she didn't want to go as the spell to nullify her heat and cover the sweet scent she emits only lasted so long, her willpower to resist the hormones was something she could only hold off for so long as well before she had to do something to get rid if it.

"The reason for landing with now is so you can get changed, no one is around to see so you'll have plenty of privacy."

She says as she presses a few buttons, the box if the truck seems to unfold and turn into a well lit room with a door. If Kefla does go to change in the room he would be able to see the exposed mechanisms that normaly reside under the box of the truck, it was clearly not the run of the mill truck as whoever made it took great pride with how advanced everything looks.

"I don't care for being late, I'd rather be late and miss the mind numbing speechs the have to sit through them and almost fall asleep."

— I appreciate you wanting to help me, but I already have an outfit in mind.

It was amusing that she assumed that he did not come with anything to dress up for something like this. If he actually had nothing fancy to wear, he would not have asked if he could come to the gala. He was not the type of man to be fine with someone giving him clothes, he always had a plan in mind no matter the situation. Life has taught him to be prepared, no matter how unexpected a situation was. It was why he had someone turn his spaceship into a sort of house where he could live in. It had a kitchen and everything necessary to make food, a bathroom, a comfortable bed, a wardrobe, a freezer, and a refrigerator. If only it had windows that prevented the light of the moon and the energy it produces from penetrating inside. He would not even need to ask her for a house.

He should ask Valeriane to do something like this for him when he returned. Surely, she would manage to do such for him. Even some glasses that can nullify the effect of the moon. That would definitely make traveling to living on a planet with more than one moon easier. He would be able to go out even during time to the special glasses she would make for him. He could already see the face of the woman when being challenged to make something that no-one had ever done before. It had not been made because the Sadalian race only had to deal with a moon every 76 years. They did not judge necessary to make anything that would make traveling for him less difficult. If he wanted her to make something like this for him. He would need to give her an incredible amount of money and maybe a date.

When she gave him her phone, he was quick to put his name with two red hearts around it and then his phone number. Thereafter, he handed the phone back to her. He was not the type of person to look at the contact of someone without being allowed to do so. So, he had not even seen that the emperor of the universe was her father and that she certainly disliked the man.

— Thanks for your help, once again. Now that you have my phone number, call me anytime. I always answer.

#violentemperor #muse: azura/zaishvaer

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pedrito-friskito · 3 years ago

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fluffy thot for the celebration !!! frank walking you home as you stumble out of a bar drunk as fuck!!! (not me rn!!!) (🤭)

YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

okay I legitimately made myself laugh out loud with this so enjoy. I would say this could technically come on the heels of the sweetest thing, but you can still enjoy it either way 😉

pride and prejudice and whiskey - frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: SO much fluff, reader is drunk/hungover/etc., frank blushes, swearing, etc. etc. (also that gif? look at how HANDSOME)

“Frank!”

You’re yelling the moment you step out the bar’s front door, the biggest smile on your face. Two of your girlfriends are right behind you, the three of you teetering dangerously in high-heeled boots. Frank starts to laugh at your high-pitched tone, pushing off the streetlight he’s been leaning against. You texted him that you were done drinking for the evening, ready to be picked up and swetp off my feeeeeet, as you’d put it.

“Girls, look!” you call, biting your bottom lip. “It’s my fiancé.”

Both your friends make a little screeching noise and Frank’s grin just widens when you give him a not so subtle wink, starting to step down towards the sidewalk. Your ankles are wobbling, and that instantly makes Frank worry, sending him hurrying up the few steps to where you’re stood, offering you his arm.

“Oh my god,” your friend purrs, “what a gentleman.”

“He’s mine!” you shout, slipping your arm through his and squeezing both hands around his bicep. “Back off, ladies.”

You all laugh, the noise drunken and chaotic, and Frank walks you carefully back down to the sidewalk, making sure you don’t trip over the bottom step.

“You girls got a ride home?” Frank asks, looking over his shoulder at your friends. One of them is definitely the most sober of the three of you, and she beams back at him.

“Ordering an Uber,” she tells him, jutting her chin towards you on his arm. “Get her home safe!”

“Always do, ma’am,” he replies. “Text her when you’re both home safe, she likes that.”

Your friend’s smile widens. “Sir, yes, sir.”

Frank turns back with a matching grin, and when he looks at you, you’re staring at him, open-mouthed, eyes glittering — and not just with makeup. “What?”

“You really are the perfect guy,” you say matter-of-factly, leaning your head onto his shoulder as you start down the sidewalk. “I’m the luckiest bitch on the block.”

Frank barks a laugh, turning to press a kiss to the top of your head. Your steps are a little wobbly, and he moves his arm down and around your waist, hooking his shoulder beneath yours. “We’ll see how lucky you feel in the morning, darlin’,” he scoffs, nose wrinkling. “You smell like a distillery.”

“But you still love me, don’t you?” you slur, your head rolling back, wide eyes staring up at him. “Even when I smell like a distillery.”

He rolls his eyes, dropping a peck to your smiling lips. You also taste like a distillery. “Even then,” he murmurs. “Now c’mon, I parked around the corner.”

You fall asleep almost as soon as Frank starts to drive, pulling onto the highway that’ll take you out of the city and to the home you two share. It’s a little further out from everything, the country house Frank had always dreamed of retiring to, so your big nights on the town with your girls usually ended like this.

He has to pull off at a rest stop, cursing under his breath at the truck’s blinking gas light, and as he’s filling the tank, he sees your eyes blink open in the passenger’s side mirror. You already look like you’re feeling it, mascara smudged beneath your eyes. He thinks you look beautiful as ever.

Slowly, the window rolls down, and your head lolls along the edge.

“How you feelin’, there, sweetheart?” Frank asks, tank sufficiently filled, pushing the nozzle back into place. “You need anything?”

“I will give you the sloppiest blowjob of your life if you can find me a powdered donut,” is your instant reply, your head perking up as the words fall out of your mouth.

“You better watch your mouth, baby girl,” Frank says, shaking his head. He can feel his ears burning, jeans growing uncomfortably tight. Sure, you were only out for a few hours, gone for most of the day to hang out with your friends, but he missed you. He always misses you. “How about I get you a water?”

You give him a broad grin, fingers hooking over the window ledge, a mischievous glint in your eye. “You really are the perfect guy, you know.”

He can’t stop himself from walking past you and dropping a kiss to your mouth before he heads inside to pay. When he comes back with a big bottle of water and, as requested, a package of white powdered donuts, you’d think he just asked you to marry you (again) with the dramatic gasp that falls out of you, echoing through the truck cab when he gets back inside.

“Francis David Castle, I am so hot for you right now,” you almost shout, immediately tearing into the donuts. He can’t stop laughing when the powder puffs down your front, but you barely seem to notice, sinking your teeth into the pastry and absolutely moaning with delight. “Honestly, baby, do you have any idea how much I love you?”

Frank just grins, putting the truck in drive and pulling out of the gas station. “Drink your water.”

“I do!” you shout, cracking open the bottle. There’s a pause as you swig back nearly half the bottom, tilting your head back against the seat. Then a wet gasp, and you reach across the centre console, grabbing at the sleeve of his jacket. “You’re my favourite human.” You slide your fingers down his arm, sliding your knuckles through his and squeezing your hands together.

“Favourite human, huh?” he repeats, adjusting his hand on the steering wheel, gripping your hand in his. “That’s a pretty big thing to say there, sweetheart. You sure about that?”

You scoff, blowing a raspberry and reaching for another donut. “Listen here, Castle,” you hiccup, sitting up in your seat, licking the sugar from your lips as you lean up on your knees. “Do you have any idea how many romance novels I’ve read in my life?”

“I moved your personal library across the state, sweetheart,” he laughs, eyes darting from the road to you and back again. “I know just how many books you’ve read.”

“Exactly! You know! And you know my favourite one, with Mr. Darcy. We watched the movie on our second date.”

Frank nods, remembering. Sure, he was a bit more preoccupied with how pretty you looked that night and how you’d snuggled your way under his arm the moment you hit play, but yeah, he remembers. It’s your go-to movie. He always knows you’re in a funk if he comes home and finds you curled up on the couch, watching Pride & Prejudice.

“Remember,” you continue, one hand moving through the air as you talk, sipping more of the water. “When he goes to propose the first time, and he says the thing. Shit, maybe it’s just in the movie. I can’t remember.”

“I don’t remember the thing, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “You’ll have to remind me.”

“You have bewitched me, body and soul,” you say dramatically, making your voice deep and exaggerated. “And I love…” Big pause. “I love…” Another. “I love you.”

You take another deep breath, sighing dreamily. Frank waits for more quotes, more slurred declarations of love or mumbled sexual innuendos, but you fall quiet. He chances a glance as the road ahead grows clear, and you’re asleep, head on your shoulder, donuts still in your hand.

He carries you into the house once you get home, careful to put the donuts back in the package, leaving them on the kitchen counter before he carries you upstairs. Frank lays you down in the bed, pulls your boots gently from your feet. He goes to refill your water bottle and find some ibuprofen, and when he comes back, the bed is empty, the outfit you’d worn to the bar strewn partway between your bed and the bathroom.

And there you are, only in your bra and panties, tossing your cookies (and donuts) in the toilet, groaning and waving a hand at him. “Don’t come in here!” You only get about halfway through the sentence, however, before you’re retching again. “It smells like a distillery.”

“Oh, baby girl,” Frank coos, pushing open the half-closed bathroom door. You keep trying to shoo him off, flapping your hand, but he just grabs one of your scrunchies off the counter, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and gathering your hair in his hand before tying it up off the back of your neck. He slides the water beside your hand on the floor, moves his own to rub at your back. “You’ll feel better once you let it all out.”

There’s more retching, the toilet flushed, and Frank hands you a wad of tissues. “Why are you so good to me, huh?” you ask, one of your eyes squeezed shut, lipstick smeared on your mouth. “It’s like I made you in a lab or something.”

There’s another hour spent in the bathroom, Frank plying you with water and occasionally some mouthwash before you declare yourself “sufficiently empty,” and let him scoop you back up and take you back to bed. He gets you an old t-shirt from his drawer, refills your water and sets it on your nightstand, along with the bottle of ibuprofen. You sprawl on your stomach immediately, face-planting into your pillow. Frank gets himself ready for bed, stripping down to his boxers and brushing his teeth.

You let out a sleepy moan when he slides into bed next to you. He turns on his side to shut off the light and you move across the mattress in a flash, hooking your arm over his waist and pressing your face into his back.

“You really have bewitched me, Frank Castle,” you mumble into his spine, pressing a kiss there before you keep talking. “Body, soul, heart, it’s all yours.”

Frank covers your hand with his, rubbing his palm across your knuckles. “The feeling is mutual, sweetheart,” he tells you over his shoulder, grinning ear to ear. “Forever.”

“Forever,” you repeat.

Frank is up early the next morning, sliding carefully out of bed so he doesn’t wake you. He heads downstairs to make coffee and read the paper, and an hour later, you wander your way into the kitchen, hair fuzzy on one side. He just laughs as you round the kitchen island, coming to stand behind you, glueing yourself to his back like you had in bed.

“Still feeling lucky, sweetheart?” he asks.

You hum against him, rubbing one hand across his stomach. “The luckiest.”

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captainlilyuniverseworld · 2 years ago

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100 Ways

I've got this list of '100 Ways to Say I Love You' and if anyone knows the origin of it, please let me know so i can give credit where credit is due.

Figured I'd use it as a way to get back into the swing of writing again.

!. 'Pull over. Let me drive.'

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester

Can be set in any season really.

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Sam would call it de ja vu, it’d probably make him feel better if it was, make him feel less like they were going in circles, going through the motions. He glanced over at Dean, one hand on the steering wheel, the other stretched around along the back of the impala’s seat.

His fingertips idly brushed the nape of Sam’s neck, sometimes they’d curl in Sam’s hair, tug playfully on the strands and Dean would glance over at him, a tired smile on his face and say ‘Gettin’ close to you needing a haircut Rapunzel.’

Sam would roll his eyes and knock their knees together.

‘Jerk,’ he’d say with no malice behind it.

‘Bitch,’ Dean would smirk.

And they’d settle back into that companionable silence until they reach the next truck stop diner. Or the nearest motel where they’d wash off the day, or the monster guts that still clung to them.

Not tonight though.

Tonight they’re driving…well, actually Sam doesn’t really remember where they’re driving too. He just knows Dean’s not really in any mood to stop in a motel for the night, and Sam doesn’t mind.

He saw Dean rub his eyes with the heel of his free hand, the car doesn’t drift, Dean’s too good of a driver for that, but Sam can see the weariness in him.

“Come on,” Sam sat up more in his seat.

His body creaks in protest after having been sitting for too long.

“Pull over, let me drive.”

“I got it Sammy,” Dean waves him off.

“And let you fall asleep at the wheel? No way,” Sam twisted in his seat. “Sides, if we veer off the road, no ones gonna find our bodies til mid october if at all.”

Dean snorted.

“Fine, ya big baby,” Dean signals even though they’re the only cars on the road and pulls off to the side.

Baby’s engine purrs as they get out of the car and switch seats. It’s a testament to just how tired Dean really is that he doesn’t put up much of a protest. Sam waits until Dean’s buckled before he pulls back onto the road.

Sam smiles a little to himself as after a few minutes he can hear Dean snoring softly next to him. Head resting against the window.

Deja vu might not be so bad in hindsight. That is, long as he gets to ride along with Dean.

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ts-janus-rp-blog · 1 year ago

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"I... Yeah, all we can do is wait and hope." Logan frowned as he didn't even needed to look into the mirror, he could hear the tears in Virgil's eyes. "I'm sorry too, vee. I'm so sorry..." He wanted to say more, so much more, but honestly, he knew it won't amount to anything so what's the point?

He started falling asleep as he was being cuddled. The little guy even started to purr slightly in his sleep. Aw. So cute. Seeing this little boy sleeping is so precious and adorable. Though it looks like he's going to wake up again very soon.

"Gotcha! I don't know how we're going to save them, but fuck it, let's go for it!" Logan hit the gas as hard as he could, the car sped faster and faster towards the truck-

Logan honestly didn't know what happened. He heard the loud crash, the painful thud, and then nothing. He groaned deeply as he slowly tried to open his eyes. What... What is this fluffy thing above him... Remus... It's Remus...

Logan hissed deeply as he felt his body being pulled out from the car. Ow. Ow... That really hurts... He could hear yelling past the heavy footsteps of Remus. He slowly looked around. Remus was injured, heavily injured. And yet he was carrying an even more injured Roman, Janus, and the bleeding Virgil all in his arms. All the while he was running away from the vampires. This probably isn't going to go well, but at least they can say that they tried to save the wolves...

Logan glanced behind them, and in his dull brain he noticed how crushed up the car that he was just driving is. Wow... It's a miracle he's still alive. He could've easily been crushed in that metal contraption. But, he also noticed that the cages in the back of the truck was busted open. Good... He succeeded in his mission. That's all that matters...

"Vee?! Vee, you okay?! Fuck, we won't be able to escape like this! Dammit!" Remus shouted as he ran into an underground subway station. "They're going to be too fast for even me! We need Roman! But he is currently unconscious! Dammit! Dammit!"

🐺💍-Part 6-💍🐺

TW: Rape, abuse, injury, injury (detail), misgendering, forced, swearing, child loss, Janus, Remus.

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"Do we really have to do what? Kill him? Hell yeah, we do. There is no way that fucker will cooperate with us. He'll just notify the others what we're trying to do. It's better this way if we just kill him and get him out of our way. One less thing we have to worry about." Logan replied once he steadied the wheel. "Uh... Yeah, they probably saw that. So we need to act fast. Vee, where is the truck that has the wolves? I can't look, I need to focus on the road."

The pup made a loud terrified squeak when the car suddenly swerved. His tiny ears went back and he began pawing and crawling over to Virgil for some warmth and protection. It was clear that this little guy was scared. Very scared. He had no idea what was going on, he was starving, and a bit cold. He had just entered the world and all this crazy things are happening!! He didn't like it!! He wanted safety in his momma!!

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bigg-city-riders-au · 3 years ago

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Woah Brainrot time, James x Mate reader Drabble if you feel like it??

Of course! I'm assuming the reader is an engine at the moment. I'll let the readers decide if the Drabble under the cut.

You settle down in the sheds next to James. James gently nuzzles you and purrs softly, glad to see his mate after a long day of hard work. You smile as the young engines romp around and wrestle with each other. It won't be long, and they will soon be able to start learning how to be an engine, learning how to pull trains, shunt trucks, even how to provide for themselves.

James chuckles softly. "Edward told me they were little angels today when I got back from work. I already made sure they were fed and everything before you got here, so all you need to do is relax for the rest of the night."

You smile, grateful that James has been so actively involved with the care of your little ones. "Thank you. It means more than you can ever imagine for them to have a father figure to look up to."

"Just because they aren't mine biologically doesn't mean anything. I will treat them as if they are my own, even if we don't work out as a couple, I'll always be ready to watch over them if you need it." James smiles, a warm genuine smile. You feel so lucky to have James as a mate. He's active in your little ones's lives, always ready to lend a hand, and always finds the time to be able to spend quality time with you and him. What more could you ask for?

"And that means the world to me, Jim. More than you will ever know.." You gently nuzzle him. You are one of the very few that he allows to call him by the shorter rendition of his name. Most of the time, he isn't fond of being called that, but he doesn't mind it at all if you call him that. James gives you a gentle lick on the cheek, and you chuckle softly. His rough tongue tickling you more than anything.

You hear the young engines settle down and fall asleep. They are tuckered out from a long day of play. You yawn. It looks like you could use a good night's sleep too. James chuckles softly.

"Tired?" James raises an eyebrow at you. You have to admit, today was especially busy. Normally, you and him would stay up longer, looking up at the stars as you both talked together. Whether it was about each other's day, the future, or even just whatever, it's nice to just relax with your mate like that. Of course, there's even a few times where James had arranged for someone to watch over the kits so you and him can go and spend quality time around the island.

"A little bit.. Today has really drained me." You reply. As much as you would like to stay up later, both you and James need to rest in order to be ready for another big day of work tomorrow. Maybe next time, you can arrange for someone to watch over the little ones so you and James could spend some much needed quality time with each other. It's been a good few months since you two were able to do that, and you'd like to drop by the beach with him sometime to look at the night sky reflect off of the ocean, but for now, you need to rest.

"Go ahead, and rest. You've earned it, darling." James watches you back into your shed before he reverses back into his own shed, and together, you slowly fall asleep.

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handy-dandy-monster-candy · 4 years ago

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Jayson, part Two

Rating: NSFW Length: 2381 Pairing: Male Crocodilian Lizardfolk x Male Reader (both cis)

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If you thought Jayson was attractive in athleisure wear, he’s even more of a heart-throb in his usual streetwear, sporting a well-maintained leather jacket over a tank top and steel-toed boots. He greets you with a tiny bouquet that he fashions into a corsage for you, and then he takes you to an arcade with a beat-up facade but a lively interior. He tells you that his brother used to take him here when he was little more than a hatchling, and he’s happy to support a business that’s still thriving when it still has an active gaming community and good food.

He comes prepared with rolls of quarters and a competitive spirit, and you spent hours playing air hockey and head-to-head fighting games. He can barely squeeze into the seats for the racing games but that doesn’t stop him from laughing, and you laugh right along with him for what feels like forever. He takes no prisoners shooting hoops and you think your eyes would water if you gave the same focus he does to chasing down the ghosts in Mrs. Pac-Man, but after all the tickets are traded in, you get a giant stuffed gator—“My less attractive cousin,” says Jayson—and matching mood rings to commemorate the occasion. Putting them on feels like you’re having a shotgun wedding in Vegas somewhere, surrounded by neon lights and the wiggly 90’s patterns on the carpets.

You stash the gator in his truck and he takes you out to dinner at the mall, and you have to laugh when he balances curly fries on his snout like a carb-based moustache. Jayson seems to thrive when you’re laughing—he seems to magnify your energy and enjoys building you up as a result. You have some spare time before your movie date, so you go window shopping and try on all kinds of different outfits. You’re surprised to find that Jayson looks great sporting a cowboy hat, and you laugh when he pairs it with a set of pinstripe bell-bottoms in a pretty shade of lilac.

You lose track of time and have to scurry into the movie theatre like a pair of giggly teenagers, nearly spilling your drinks on your way up to the back of the darkened room where the bigger seats are. You spend most of the film trying not to be too obnoxious to the other film-goers, but you’re too into Jayson to focus on whatever action flick you both chose at the box office, and it’s clear that Jayson feels the same. You flick popcorn into his open mouth and he wraps his arm around your shoulders, tucking you as close as he can. The armrest between you gets frustrating for him, however, and it’s not long until you find yourself sitting on one of Jayson’s huge thighs.

You don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s murder for your tailbone; his muscles are hard as steel.

You whisper to him that you may as well have become that stuffed gator, so dearly does he hold you, but he whispers, “You’re easier on the eyes,” back to you in the dark. You spend the second half of the movie cuddling against his chest and playing with his big, thick hand, toying with the webbing between his fingers until he chuckles and tells you that it tickles him. His lap becomes much less uncomfortable as time goes on, and you realise with a flutter in your chest that Jayson’s nerves had led to tense muscles, and he’s relaxing around you as time goes on.

By the time you get back to his truck, the streetlamps have been lit for hours, and you’re both reluctant to stop touching. Soft pop music floats from the speakers when the engine turns over, and Jayson reaches over to turn it down even lower just to talk with you. He starts planning your next date with all the eagerness of a child at Christmas, and you’re not even the least bit offended by his presumptuousness; this date has been the best you’ve had in a long time—possibly ever. The chemistry is there, bubbling away below the surface as you hold hands at red lights.

When you get home, he walks you to the door of your apartment and squeezes your hands before you finally part, leaving you a butterfly-addled mess as you watch him drive away. He texts you when he gets home safely and you shoot messages back and forth late into the night until you fall asleep cuddling your new stuffed toy, cell phone in hand and a smile on your face. He texts you good morning the next day and asks if he can swing by to take you out for coffee, which you happily accept.

This begins a ritual of going on little mini-dates all throughout the week, and you start hanging out at each others’ apartments after you finish up at the office or Jayson at his studio, cooking each other meals and watching more movies. One night, you both fall asleep on your couch and by the time you wake, it’s the early morning hours, so you invite Jayson into your bedroom and let him sleep with you in your bed. You learn very quickly that Jayson is a massive cuddler, which would normally bother you through overheating except for the fact that Jayson is cool to the touch and a kleptotherm in his sleep. You find him as refreshing as the cool side of the pillow most nights he spends over, and it’s cute to watch him burrow under the covers for warmth.

You end up all but moving into his apartment, mostly for his comfort. His apartment is much bigger since he’s huge, and while you’ve never minded your little cubbyhole, you certainly welcome the change just to see him walk through doors without having to duck. You’re both still as tactile as ever, but it’s never gone further than a few heated kisses and heavy petting—something you’re determined to change tonight. You spend all day swinging wildly between knowing that everything will be fine and anxiety over the possibility of making an ass of yourself, but when the time comes, you feel an odd sense of calm.

“What’s all this?” Jayson asks when he gets out of the shower, eyeing the chair you’ve placed in the living room and meandering over to sit on it without so much as waiting for your response.

“A present,” you say, shrugging out of your bathrobe and exposing your form-fitting outfit. You’d spent the whole week worrying about what to wear, but you finally found something that made you look and feel the sexiest you’ve ever felt. You put on the music you’d been practising to and approach Jayson, who’s now looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“Oh, yeah?” he prompts, reaching out towards your hips. You bat his hands away with a flirty smile—denying him his touch for the first time.

“Yeah,” you reply in a sultry purr, stroking down his bare chest before you step away and begin to dance. Jayson keeps his eyes on you in a way that he’s never done before, making heat pool low in your belly as you sway your hips and maneuver around his chair. You pepper little touches on his skin here and there as you go, pulling away before he can react or reach out to you. This seems to rankle and rouse Jayson as time goes on, making him twitch and fidget in his chair until you finally settle on his lap.

You are not expecting to sit directly on the mass straining against the crotch of his jeans.

“Jayson!” you laugh, and he laughs along with you, tension releasing from his body.

“What?” he chuckles, greedily stroking cool-hot lines along your back and sides. “Can’t blame a guy for getting excited. You plan this all for me?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, suddenly feeling shy. “We’ve been taking it slow. I figured it was time we got to know each other better.”

“Mm,” Jayson hums, looking you over from head to toe. “I like the lace.”

“I thought you might,” you say around a smile, snapping at the waistband of the lace panties you’d made sure peeked up over the waistband of your bottoms. You pull off the top half of your clothes so that you and Jayson are both shirtless, biting your lip as you stroke along the smooth scales of his chest. “Well? Take me to bed.”

“Yes, sir,” Jayson replies, hefting you up into his arms and tossing you over his shoulder to fireman carry you into the bedroom. There, he carefully deposits you onto the bed and strips out of his jeans, letting you get your first look at the pink, wet cock that’s slipped out of the slit in his body. It’s long and ribbed, thick at the base and tapered into a sharp point at the tip. You manage to give it a kiss before Jayson gently pushes you away, saying, “Not now, baby. I’m about to blow.”

“Already?” you blurt, surprised.

Jayson laughs. “That dance was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I wish I’d had a camera.”

You blush, huffing your amusement. “If you’d tried to record it, you’d be out on the couch by yourself right now.”

“Duly noted.” Jayson gestures toward the pillows. “Strip down and lie back. I wanna see what I’m working with.”

“Yes, sir,” you purr, playfully batting your lashes at the man before you do as he asks. You’d taken the liberty of setting out a small selection of lubricants and toys earlier while Jayson was in the shower—something he notices now.

“Gonna have to prep yourself,” he says apologetically, wiggling the clawed fingers on his hands.

You grimace, then shake your head, moving to grab one of your favourites from the nightstand. “I was planning on it.”

“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?” he asks, amused and impressed as he climbs up onto the bed to join you.

“Only obsessively for the past two weeks,” you casually reply, mirroring his grin before you get to work opening yourself for his viewing pleasure. Jayson watches you like a starved man watching through the window into a bakery, practically salivating at all of the treats he couldn’t get his hands on. As you work, squirming on your fingers and then toys, you notice a strange gurgling noise coming from Jayson, somewhere between a growl and a click. You stop mid-thrust when you realise what it is. “Are you purring?”

Jayson laughs, embarrassed. “Yeah,” he says, stroking along the insides of your thighs. “My kind does that when we want in.”

“That’s so fucking cute,” you reply around your delighted smile, urging Jayson down into your own brand of kisses. Lizardfolk don’t exactly have soft, pliable lips, but his long tongue delves deep into your mouth, tangling with yours and leaving you breathless.

“I think that’s enough,” Jayson whispers after another long interim wherein you stretch yourself out, helping you pull the toy you were using out and stroking your skin before he lines himself up. “Ready?”

You nod, biting your lip as you watch him push inside you until your eyes roll back and you groan from deep in your chest. “Oh, fuck,” you murmur, scrabbling blindly and finding Jayson already reaching for you, fingers sliding between yours until you hit webbing. “Sunny.”

“I’m here,” Jayson murmurs back, voice soft and strained. “Gods, you’re a vice.”

You can only make a gurgling noise of your own as he slowly and carefully works his way in, relief flooding you both when he finally bottoms out. “Is it in?” you slur, giggling drunkenly at the endorphins rushing through you.

Jayson snorts sharply, startled into a guffaw. “Fuck you.”

“Thought we were doing that already.”

“Not yet,” says Jayson, chuckling softly. “Hold onto me.”

You barely have time to do as you’re bid before he’s jackhammering into you, pounding shout after shout of ecstasy from your throat as you cling to his muscles and the bedding. Jayson is a skilled lover, changing his tempo and how hard he fucks you until you’re all but speaking in tongues, toes curling and legs clinging around his waist as he plays your body like a fiddle. He knows exactly when and where to touch you after just one round, and after what feels like hours of marathon sex, you tap yourself out on his arm.

“Mercy,” you gasp, chest heaving and dick spent and resting on your belly in a puddle of your own cum.

“Already?” Jayson laughs around his own panting, relenting and cuddling down against your chest with a satisfied purr. “You need to work on your stamina.”

“Yeah, well, you need to—“ You break off into incoherent mumbles, seeing stars. It takes you a full minute of internal negotiations to get your arms to cooperate with you, and then you wrap them around Jayson’s shoulders, toes wiggling against your boyfriend’s thick, scaly tail.

“You look wrung out,” Jayson murmurs, looking apologetic.

“Thanks, hun.”

“No,” he snorts, embarrassed now. “I mean, I was going to offer to help you shower.”

“Ooh,” you coo, sighing wistfully as you consider your jelly legs and the distance to the bathroom. “Carry me?”

“I was planning on it,” Jayson laughs, carefully pulling out and cuddling you up against his chest before he makes his way out of the bedroom.

“Oh, yeah?” you mumble, nuzzling against his collarbones and sighing again. His skin feels so good against yours. “Well, I bet you weren’t planning on me falling in love with you.”

Jayson chuckles as he steps into the bathroom, turning on the shower with one hand. “No, but I was hoping you would.”

“Really?” You’re momentarily distracted by the warmth of the shower’s spray against your back when Jayson steps in with you, and you melt like putty against his chest.

“As much as I love you,” he murmurs into your ear, making your heart dance a giddy little merengue in your chest. You smile against his skin and bury your face against his neck, chuckling as a thought strikes you.

You were going to be useless at Latin night tomorrow.

#exophilia #mlm exophilia #gay exophilia #monster romance #monster lemon #monster boyfriend #lizardfolk #lizardman #lizardfolk boyfriend #lizardman boyfriend #Jayson #My work

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