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chereus · 1 year ago

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Oblivious Boyfriends | D. Winchester

Summary - Dean had been neglecting his boyfriend bedroom duties and you were getting frustrated [set in season 10ish, they’re fully moved into the bunker]

Pairings - SoftDom!Dean x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Dom Dean, daddy kink, if you squint there’s angst before the blinding smut, spanking, choking, hair pulling, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, hot angry Dean, sexual tension, talk about love and marriage??? Kinda??? It was done tastefully though I promise!!!

Cherry’s notes: Whew! That was spicy—in honor of my new phone I decided I’d post this as a thanks to people who’ve supported me throughout my writing journey <3. I’m still getting used to this writing format that tumblr has so pls be nice!!!

P.S ~ This may have been sorter than intended due to tumblr deleting half of this while I wasn’t looking. Still upset about that. Also sorry for the time delay because of said tumblr issues, had to rewrite most of it + an ending -_-.

Word count: about 1.2k

You were kind of being a bitch today. But in your defense, your boyfriend Dean had been so busy with work that he hardly had time to satisfy your in the bedroom needs. When you’d try and communicate that this was becoming an issue you’d been brushed off every. single. time. So naturally you started to get frustrated and decided to take control into your own hands for the time being.

“Y/n, have you seen my gun?” Dean announced himself as he stumbled into the library. You just continued to sit there and do your research without so much as a morsel of acknowledgment.

He cleared his throat and tried again, “Y/n have you seen my gun?” only this time he got a small clench of the jaw and a silent flare of the nostrils. Still with no response he decided to try a third time when you suddenly just got up and left leaving him completely alone in the library.

Wondering what he did he promptly followed you, but once he realized he wasn’t getting far by just following in your footsteps he bravely spoke, “Okay, seriously, is this how we’re acting today?”.

This immediately caught your attention but you showed no signs of making a huge scene so you quickly and calmly stopped while turning around to face him while replying with, “I don’t know Dean, is it?”.

He really didn’t like the passive aggressiveness in your tone. It hadn’t helped that you’d quickly spun around and once again resumed ignoring him. Being ignored was one of his top ten pet peeves and you knew it. That’s exactly why you chose this method to piss him off. Get him all worked up, he’d have to take his frustrations out on you then.

“What the hells’ that supposed to mean?” He countered, following you into the kitchen.

“It means that if you don’t know then it’s not worth talking about.” You said truthfully. Suddenly Dean found himself recalling the days to see if he’d missed a birthday, a dinner, an anniversary, anything that would constitute this type of treatment and he came up empty.

As you noticed Dean sitting there dumbfounded you took it upon yourself to grab one of his beers from the fridge and march back out successfully initiating phase one.

You’d been toying with the idea for quite some time but never had the means or justification until now, you were going to go around the house and dump all of the alcohol.

This was seemingly easy considering after your and deans little spat, he’d decided to give you some space to cool off seeing that you were angry with him. It gave you the perfect opportunity to do what you needed to do. This was phase two.

Phase three was to just sit back and watch the anger seep from deep within Dean Winchesters veins until he couldn’t see anything but red.

Sam had been on a hunting trip for the last couple of days and you were thankful because the things he would’ve heard…

“Y/N! Where is all the beer?!” Dean hollered as you passed him in the kitchen.

“I dumped it.” You simply said. Deans face went slate.

“You-you…dumped it.” He said as both a statement and a question. You could see the vein on the side of his neck start to pop and you knew he was close to blowing a gasket at how he had been treated.

“Yup. I dumped it. Decided that we’re now alcohol free. Have fun with your green juices and detox tea.” You were beginning to walk away when he grabbed you and spun you back around so that your chests were touching and he was holding your wrists on both sides of your head.

“Is there something that needs to be sorted out? Cause’ I’m getting’ real tired of the way things have been going around here.” He seethed. He probably just wanted a nice cold beer after working a long hard case all day but you weren’t about to let that happen. You were horny and determined to do something about it.

You got closer to his face and begun to look into his eyes while simultaneously brushing your lips together with his. Nudging your nose against his you whispered, “if there was a problem you’d know.” And you ripped yourself away from him and swiftly dropped out of the room beginning to feel yourself getting wetter by the instant.

Not even ten seconds later Dean came marching out of the kitchen behind you demanding that you work this out by pushing you against the hallway wall. You responded by grabbing him by his belt loops and smashing his hips against yours. He’d finally gotten the hint.

“Is this what you wanted? Was my pretty baby just horny and desperate for her daddies attention?” He said as he grabbed you by the throat and kissed you. You whimpered at the gruffness of his touch, desperate and craving more.

“I need you to answer me, y/n. You know daddy doesn’t like it when you go silent.” Dean enforced. You let out the tiniest little ‘yes’ lost in your own world of pleasure and fulfillment.

“Louder, y/n.” He commanded putting slightly harder pressure onto the sides of your throat that were sure to bruise later but you didn’t care. The feeling of his body on your body was enough to drive you wild.

“Yes!” You deeply moaned wrapping your hands around his hips and flushing your pelvis’s together. Dean leaned down and planted an earth shattering kiss on your lips, tongue swirling around with your own while he still held the position of holding your neck firmly in place without making you dizzy from the lack of air.

“Up.” Dean forced. Slipping his hand under your thighs and wrapping your legs around his torso. When you were situated your hands found their way to his hair to gently tug at the roots.

Hiking you up by your ass you were looming over him with every adjustment. Your hands made their way to either side of his face while you ferociously kissed him. He started to stumble his way down the hallway, careful not to drop you. You moaned as his grip on your ass got tighter the more aroused he was getting.

The warm smell of cinnamon from your hair, the combined scent your vanilla bourbon perfume and your honey body lotion, it reminded him of home. Although you’d been getting in spats and arguments all day you’d still somehow made him feel loved and cared for by the way you’d responded to his touch.

It was at this very moment he decided that he wanted to marry you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, or hell— maybe not even next week, but someday If you’d let him.

Finally stumbling into your shared room dominant Dean was back in action. He gently put you down and then shoved you back onto the bed signifying the fact that he was done playing the game you’d been playing all day.

When you adjusted yourself on the bed he immediately ripped your pants off annoyed at the extra fabric keeping the two of you apart. Dipping down he gently put his right hand to your jaw and repeated what you had to him earlier. Brushing your lips together your noses tenderly touched and he gave you one last affectionate kiss before looking down at your tank top and ripping it in two.

Your eyes widened with desire, you’d never seen Dean like this and it was extremely sexy. The mix of softhearted kissing and rough manhandling was driving you insane. Kissing down your stomach the torn shirt was quickly discarded never to be seen again.

Only in your bralette and underwear you start to feel cold with Dean still fully clothed. Grabbing him by his hair you pull his head up from your panty line. Giving him a single peck on the lips you start to peel off the layers of flannel and cotton until his top half was fully nude.

Reaching down to undo his belt buckle he stops you with a questioning glare. He shoves your hands away and moved away from the bed and to the closet where a medium sized black box was laying on the top shelf. Getting that box down you knew that something freaky was about to happen.

Pulling out four long black ropes he looks back at you with a smirk. You gulp and back away slowly, however he was faster and started tying your left wrist tightly to the headboard. Positioning you in the middle of the bed he ties your right to the other side of the headboard.

Deciding to discard the last two ropes, he resumes your playful foreplay now teasing you at the fact that you can no longer touch him in the way you wanted to.

“M’ gonna fuck you in this pretty little bra. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Been walking around all day getting on my nerves so I’d have no choice but to fuck the aggression out. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.” He says menacingly pulling off your underwear.

Leaving your bare pussy in the cold Dean jumps off the bed and begins to slowly undress. And I mean slowly. You thought you were about to combust when you finally saw Dean unbuckle his pants and slowly drop them.

Getting back on the bed Dean slides his hands up and down your curves on your sides, trailing down to your hip bones and finally your throbbing heat. It really was no surprise that you’d gotten worked up so easy considering you and Dean hadn’t had really any sex in almost four months. Orgasms, yes. Sex, no.

It was killing you not being intimate with Dean like you used to. So when he finally put his cold hands on your warm aching pussy you could’ve cried in relief even though it was only through your panties you could feel his fingertips rubbing up against your clit causing you to softly moan in delight.

Gripping the tightly tied ropes Dean tormented you by pulling off your panties and just sat there. Staring. It would’ve made you insecure had you not known that Dean would’ve loved you no matter what you perceived your vagina to look like.

“Would you let me put a baby in you?” Dean asks out of the blue. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched, “In the future of course. Your still on birth control, right?” He thought out loud. You were speechless so all you could do was nod and let out a small ‘uh-huh’.

Dean could tell you were now really tense after that question so he took his hands and smoothed them over your stomach and said, “Don’t worry. Not until your ready. But until then, I’d like to practice.”

Your muscles were slowly untensing as Dean assured you there would be no baby making until your ready. “If we’re practicing, do you mind going in raw? I’d like to be closer with you.”

Dean was now blushing but tried to hide it through dominance. He spread your knees apart and quickly dove in licking and sucking your clit. Pulling at the ropes, you moaned and groaned until you were so close to cumming that you could cry.

Dean could tell how close you were so he sped up his tongue motions and hooked his arms around the base of your thighs so you couldn’t move anywhere.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned as your first orgasm took over you. Dean wasted no time in sliding his manhood into you with great force.

Putting his hands at your hips he began roughly thrusting into you at an angle that kept hitting your g-spot over an over again. As you were getting louder and louder with your moans Dean reached down in between your legs and rubbed your clit. He was fucking you so hard at this point you were seeing spots.

“Yeah. Your such a good girl. Taking it so good for me. Gonna be doing this to make a baby one day, huh sweetheart. Look at me.” He said as your eyes were starting to droop. Your eyes tiredly opened and you seen Dean look at you like your the queen of the world. His world. With adoration and love.

“Gonna let me fill you up, hmm? Gonna let me take care of you while your carrying our child? Gonna let me go out at three am to fill some ridiculous request of bread and butter pickles from that grocery store half an hour away?” Dean asks with a fond smirk on his face. Like he’d be so excited to be able to do those things for you.

Just hearing how happy it would make Dean to be your caretaker in your time of need makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Not just because he’s still fucking the life out of you.

Once you get close enough to the edge Dean starts to get greedy. He wants you to cum and he wants it now. “Give it to me y/n. Now.” He says wrapping his hand around your throat and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow.

Seconds later it felt like fireworks had been let off in your stomach with how hard you were orgasming. At one point you were certain that you were seeing stars.

“Fuck! Dean!” You moaned as you made other noises that you had no idea you could even make. Before you could even come down Dean slipped out of you and was undoing the ropes.

“All fours. Now.” Was the command. Still a little dizzy, you comply wanting to see where this was going.

Upon getting on all fours dean was already behind you thrusting upwards at a new angle. Letting out a deep groan you dropped to your elbows and grabbed the sheets.

“Having that attitude all day really drove me nuts all day, y’know that? Now I get to fuck it out of you and I couldn’t be happier.” He said slapping your ass hard. You yelped and tried to go forward but his hands at the crease of your hip and thigh bone wouldn’t let you.

“Your not going nowhere. Your gonna sit here and let me breed you like a good little slut.” You couldn’t deny hearing those words made the sex ten times hotter. When you leaned your head back to moan deans hand was there to grab you by your hair and continue fucking your pussy until you exploded.

Pulling your hair was the final step in your third and final orgasm. Pulling away slightly at the overstimulation Dean speeds up, chasing his own climax. With one last grunt Dean came spilling into you with force.

“Oh God,” you shuddered, suddenly very cold. Goosebumps lining your skin, you get off the bed leaving Dean to fend for himself.

After you cleaned up you got back in bed with Dean. “Did you really mean what you said? Do you really want kids with me?” You asked as you lifted up the covers where Dean currently resided.

“Well yeah, I’d also like to put a ring on your finger too whenever you’ll let me.” Dean said shyly playing with the edging on the covers.

You quietly smiled and kissed Dean as you settled down. “I love you, and I want to marry you. But kids are out for a while. At least until I’m sure one of us isn’t going to end up dead with the shit we deal with on the daily. I won’t put another generation of kids what we went through. I just won’t.”

Although Dean was disappointed, he understood. His childhood sucked and he’d do anything to make sure that his kid didn’t live the same life.

“But we can still practice though, right?” Dean asked cheekily. You laughed, “yes Dean we can still practice.”

You both chuckled when you heard a voice booming from the kitchen, “Dean, where is all the beer?!” It was Sam.

“You were kidding though about the beer weren’t you?” He asked and you laughed harder.

“No, I wasn’t. I was committed. I really dumped all the alcohol in the house. Sam will understand given his healthy lifestyle.” Dean groaned and sunk into the mattress. You were still cracking up at the whole situation now that you felt better after your release.

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nakedcleric · 5 months ago

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♥ pairing: sero hanta x reader

♥ wc: 920

very short thirst but

tw: cuckoldry, manipulation, dubious consent, squirting, mysogyny, dacryphilia, reader has small tiddies, everyone is plus 20

Your boyfriend being unable to satisfy you sexually, so even though you strongly insist that you don't mind, he gaslights you to the point of convincing you to lay down and let someone else fuck you. Even though its truly more for him than you, he manages to manipulate you enough to think that this is all for you.

So he invites Sero.

Your childhood best friend. The one who would make it a point to be a clown in class so you would laugh and both get sent to detention. The one who gave you your first joint and layed down with you in the middle of the road while watching the stars. The one who offered you a shoulder to cry on when you first had your heart broken and who drove you to a Dairy Queen in the middle of snowstorm just so you could have a treat.

You expect the whole thing to be awkward, maybe even hilarious in hindsight, one of those half assed things that end up being interrupted since no one can really take it seriously.

Quite the opposite happens.

You don't recognize your childhood friend when he takes a long drag of his joint and nonchalantly plays with your nipples, looking down at you with a dark gaze full of lust.

"Can't believe you're letting me fuck your girl, Kei," he says, his voice deep and burnt. The whole time, he addressee you like a piece of meat your boyfriend is letting him use, like a pretty little doll he is going to have with, rather than his childhood best friend, which you are. Or maybe, thought you were.

You don't know who he is when he fingers you with the full force of his arm, making you squeal in pain and pleasure. He covers your mouth with his other hand before you can complain, chuckling about how fucking loud you are, about how you always needed a real man to tell you to shut the fuck up. You look at your boyfriend with fear in your eyes, but you just get pure contempt in return, and you realize you're alone.

He is just so fucking nasty with you. He touches you so shamelessly, squeezing and licking your tits and biting your nipples hard enough to make you cry. He laughs about how tiny your tits are, about how he always wanted to fuck them to see you struggle to keep his dick inbetween them. How he always wanted to suck on them through those tight shirts you'd wear, mocking you for thinking not wearing a bra was acceptable for you.

He spills every dark thought he has ever had, loving the way tears well up in your eyes at the pure humiliation. "She is pretending she doesn't enjoy it," he says, pulling his fingers out of you and showing the slickness inbetween them to your boyfriend, "but look at how wet she is."

As much as you hate to admit it, you haven't been this aroused since a long time ago. You hate the way you almost came from fingering, hate the way your cunt enjoyed his dirty talking, hate the way you want more.

Your boyfriend doesn't answer, instead just remaining on his seat, glaring at you, and you feel your heart and dignity shatter even more.

Sero pulls his cock out, long, thick and veiny, giving it a couple of strokes as he stares down at you with slightly bloodshot eyes, "Finally, huh?" He asks, mockingly.

Sero doesn't take his time with you like your boyfriend does. Since you're so tight, it always takes a few tries to Kei in, which he's kind enough to always be considerate of, but Sero isn't. He pushes his whole length inside you with no warning, making you scream in pain, "W-wait, it hurts, it hur-"

Sero interrupts you by kissing you passionately, the taste of weed and nicotine tickling your senses as he sucks on your tongue and drinks up every single one of your whines and moans. He fucks you fairly slowly at first, still bottoming out every time. He grits his teeth, as he wraps his finger around your throat and presses hard, frustrated by how tight you are.

The shame, guilt, arousal, everything, they break your mind until you can't think anymore. You let yourself get lost in the pleasure, now trying to meet his hips with yours, fucked out eyes staring at your childhood best friend with too many emotions to calculate. He fucks you hard, making the bed shake like it has never shaken before, and all you can do is moan loudly as you let your best friend ravage you like he always wanted to.

Pressure builds inside you, and you realize this is the only time someone else is close to making you cum. You're scared, and horny, and can't see through the many tears overflowing your eyes.

You cum the hardest you ever have. A violent orgasm shakes your whole body up and down, the pleasure too much for you to handle. The knot inside you comes undone as the pressure pushes you to gush all over Sero's cock and toned abs. He grits his teeth, as he pulls out and starts jerking off at the incredible sight. He cums soon after you, painting your tits and stomach with white ropes, one, two, three times, as he moans through his orgasm.

The last thing you hear before passing out is the broken voice of your boyfriend,

"You...can squirt?"

#sero x yn #sero smut #bnha smut #sero x reader #bnha x reader

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autumnaaltonen · 2 years ago

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Hello, I wanted to ask if it was possible to have a Headcannons of Alucard x mute Reader, please. I love what you do :)

Due to my background with deafness and depression, I have had periods in my life where I was selectivley mute for several months at a time, so I can really relate to this one! I'll give it my best shot.

Alucard With a Mute S/O

In Alucard's mind, he has a mental list of every human in his unlife that dictates remembering by name and face, and then a lower list of those he simply passes by on a day-to-day basis.

And as Walter's new apprentice, you had found yourself placed in that latter list.

It wasn't from lack of trying, mind you, you have been attempting to get the handsome vampire to notice you for some time. Unfortunatly, without a voice to make yourself heard, Alucard has simply brushed you by with every interaction, never sticking around long enough for you to wave a "hello" or try to show him something you find interesting.

He's an eccentric creature, you understand, but that made it no less frustrating to be ignored when you were always by Walter or Sir Integra's side.

While usually on the sidelines, you begin to request more advanced jobs from Walter, which are usually assigned to himself. Things like delivering Alucard and Seras's blood bags, and cleaning the Jackel and the Casull before missions. Walter was hesitant, given Alucard's track record for tormenting new staff, but he admired your courage none-the-less and allowed you to do as you pleased.

Once you began to be seen in Alucard's peripheral more and more often, you knew that it was only a matter of time before he tried to pull some shit on you. But you were prepared.

Working under Walter and Sir Integra has its perks, including learning about all of Alucard's usual shenanigans. Apparently, his ultimate goal is always to get a good scream out of someone, or at least really piss them off. So you were already one step ahead of the game.

Centipedes appearing in your bedsheets? Gross, but you obviously don't say anything of it, and choose to sleep on the couch instead.

Dead WW2 soldier in the utility closet? It made you jump, but that was about it. Once you poke it with a broom, it dissipates into a pile of black mist.

Extra blood and guts all over the Jackel and Cassull? This is why Covid gave us masks and rubber gloves.

While you had hoped to gain Alucard's respect, or at some point even his affections, in the end all you managed was to make him pissed and thuroughly confused. You haven't made a peep once, and it was wholly unnatural.

Alucard eventually confronts you on your way to Sir Integra's office, materializing through the wall and pinning you against it in frustration. You are visibly startled, but still silent as always while looking up at the beautiful No-Life-King.

"What is the matter with you?" he glowers down at you. "Am I a joke to you? A mere inconvenience?"

You continue to look at him with wonder in your eyes, admiring his sharp fangs and impressive stature. "Now you don't deem me worthy of a single word? I should tear you to threads and feed you to my hound."

Now that catches your attention. He doesn't know? Seriously?

You lift your hand, squeezing it between you and Alucard's impressive chest, and tap your throat a couple of times while shaking your head.

You see Alucard's eyes widen in recognition, standing motionless against you for a few more moments, before a wide smile spreads across his face. He throws his head back in laughter, moving away from you to throw his hands on his chest in disbelief.

After that precarious interaction, you finally found yourself on Alucard's radar, just like your superiors. Your confidence grows with every moment he spends with you, and you get to be more bold in your interactions.

You use your silent character to your advantage. Sometimes while serving Sir Integra with Alucard around, you'll stand behind her and copy her movements and sour expression. It gets a chuckle out of Alucard every time, admiring the balls you have to do that right behind your boss.

While in meetings, the both of you make a game out of talking without words. You frown and hook your finger over your top lip, making fun of Sir Irons' new bushy moustache. Alucard would raise his thumb and pinky finger in the air and motion it towards his mouth, mocking the drunkard old man who slurs through his report. It earns you both a heated glare from Sir Integra, but you have yet to get caught otherwise.

You thought it would bother him more that you could not talk back to him, but you quickly learn that it has been a good while since Alucard had someone who would simply listen.

He's a servant and a weapon, and while he is free to speak, it isn't as if anyone besides Seras ever heed's his words. You are a welcome change, eager and willing to listen to him drawl on about any old thing. But to you, it isn't drawl. His stories are enthralling, his opinions fascinating, and old soul never ceases to entertain you when he speaks of his past.

While you are rarely ever able to contribute to the conversation, the both of you find contentment in each others company. It's been so long since someone actually wanted to spend time with you.

Alucard learns about you little-by-little. Where you came from, why you're here, why you cannot speak, and how you get by without a voice. Now you feel like you're listened to, and you don't even make a sound. What a world this creature is bringing you into.

It isn't long before the two of you attached at the hip, and you found Alucard beginning to return your subtle affections. While you are without words, he finds poetry in your companionship and song in your smile. The both of you are built to break each others boundaries and discover something new every day.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard #hellsing alucard #hellsing alucard x reader #alucard x reader

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theshiftingwitch · 1 month ago

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Hi again, it's the anon from a couple weeks ago. The one with the poor home life who was in a slump, despite having shifted/manifested before?

I wanted to give an update and thank you because the advice you gave me (getting out of my own way, branching out, making things fun and exciting again) has really helped me out. Since your response, I've taken some simple steps to just refresh and refocus my mindset and stop putting so much pressure on myself.

I've been using ChatGPT as a tool to just talk things out and have essentially made it my personal coach that can give advice with shifting and my general life, or be a sounding board when I just need to vent or talk about random stuff. Sort of like a journal that can reply back to you?

Using it, I've built up a new shifting routine for me to use that used meditation to induce a lucid dreaming. Also talking to it about my DRs and the power, the magic of shifting/LOA has rekindled my excitement for it AND reminded me just how powerful I am ✨

Things have really improved! I've been experiencing more mini-shifts and my dream recall is getting really good. I've even been getting into the void state much easier. Additionally I've been manifesting stuff left and right without even trying:

* Out of nowhere, I won a free diamond necklace valued at $1000 (yes really)

* Found $10 on the sidewalk, I never find free money, let alone that much.

* Received great grades for my final semester of college despite panicking all week that I'd fail and my graduation would be delayed. I got an A- for a paper I really wasn't confident in AND a B for an exam that I barely studied for, when I was barely passing the last exams for that class. And I graduated with honors, though that was a long time coming 🥱

* Caught a cold BUT I cured it in like 2 days and skipped the worst symptoms like a sore throat. (When I get sick it usually lasts twice as long and is way worse before it gets better)

* Fixed my laptop that's been having issues for the past month. Thought I'd have to replace it or get some really expensive replacement parts, instead I just had to change some settings and it took 5 minutes.

* My mental health has improved a bunch since I'm no longer letting the 3D get to me as much, I'm focused on a bright future instead of a miserable one

* My parents have been way nicer to me and more helpful lately and we haven't been fighting as much.

Also here's what I'm most proud of...

* One of my favorite YouTubers has been on hiatus for over a year, no videos, no posts, nothing (if you know, you know). So I thought a few days ago "I'm going to manifest him coming back", not seriously because it really seemed like he'd never be coming back...

Then an hour ago, I got a notification from YouTube...from his channel... because he just uploaded a return video. And funnily enough this is the thing that really got me excited (even more than the diamond necklace) because everyone was saying he'd never come back and was done with YouTube. Literally manifested this man out of his hiatus 💀

I just wanted to share my success to help motivate other people and show my appreciation to you! You didn't make all this good stuff happen for me (that was all my doing, of course), but your advice really helped me to get back on track and remember that I'm the creator of my reality 💅🏽.

Seriously, people, don't just listen to advice. Actually apply it and you will see results much faster. Thank you again!

~ J

Welcome back J!

Thank you for the update, I'm so glad things have been working out for you!

You're doing great, I'm so proud of you and I can't wait to hear more from you ❤️

I'm glad I was able to help, but like you said, you're the one who did all of this! Advice can only help as much as you're willing to follow it.

Congratulations on all of your success stories, and here is to so many more 🥂

Happy Shifting ❤️

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blueraineshadows · 2 years ago

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Girl Talk

MC & Poppy Sweeting: fluffy girl chat about spicy stuff and things (and a particular Slytherin bad boy) 😋 🌶

MC lay back in the grass with a sigh. What a beautiful afternoon it had turned out to be, the sun warm on her head, a soft breeze tickling at her hair. Reading had turned her eyes sleepy and so she had stopped to rest them. Turning her head, she could see Poppy still had her nose buried between the pages of her book. "What is that you're reading?" She asked.

Poppy's eyes flicked up briefly and grinned. "I found it in the library, it's actually quite scandalous."

MC quirked a brow. "How so?"

Poppy actually blushed. "Its a romance," she said. She glanced around them to check for eavesdropping before leaning closer to MC to whisper. "There are love scenes that are incredibly passionate, actual bodice ripping displays of relations between the main character and her lover. Its an eye opener for sure!"

MC sat back up. "And you found this in the library? My goodness...show me!"

Poppy giggled and flicked to the page, handing it to MC. She read a few lines and felt her cheeks flush. "Oh my..."

"I can only imagine how it must feel to have a boy lay his hands on you in such a way," Poppy gasped.

MC read a few more lines, her eyes widening and her pulse quickening at the vivid description of the lovers. She looked up at her friend. "So, you've never...you know...let a boy..."

"Oh gosh, no! The furthest I ever got was a kiss on the lips from a boy in 4th year at the Summer Ball. I've not felt close enough to any boy to imagine letting him do anything more than that." She gave MC a look. "Not like you and Sebastian."

MC gaped. "Excuse me?"

"Are you two not close?" Poppy asked. "You are always together."

"Not this close!" MC squeaked, holding the scandalous book up.

Poppy giggled and put a hand to her mouth. "Forgive me," she said. "Although, I am a little surprised. Have you not even kissed?"

MC shrugged. "He has kissed my forehead a couple of times, but nothing more than a friendly gesture."

Poppy quirked a brow. "And you've never lay in your bed at night and imagined what it would be like to kiss him properly," she teased. She gave the book a nudge with her finger. "Or perhaps, touch you under your clothes like the lover in this book."

"Poppy!" MC flushed scarlet and closed the book with a slap. It was utterly pointless though, the words had painted such vivid images that they were firmly imprinted in her mind now.

Poppy burst into a fit of giggles and tugged the book back from MC, hugging it to her chest and uttering a dramatic sigh. "Oh Sebastian, Sebastian, I beg you, touch me!" She cried out the words before launching into another burst of giggles.

MC's face was far too hot and she gave a Poppy a shove in disbelief, glancing wildly about them lest anyone had heard Poppy cry out such a thing. Poppy could do nothing but giggle as she tumbled down onto the grass beside MC, still clutching the book. "Stop that, Poppy," MC hissed. "You're being ridiculous!"

"Oh, MC, I'm sorry, " Poppy giggled. She sat up and put a hand on her arm. "But, in all seriousness, if anyone was going to be the boy to hold you in such a way, would it not be Sebastian? I have seen you two together, he adores you, I just know he does."

MC scowled and shook her head. "I think you have been reading that book too much, Poppy Sweeting. It has put thoughts into your head that should not be there."

"Ooh, the girl doth protest too much!"

MC felt another wave of warmth scorch her cheeks. The saucy images in her mind tumbling together with Sebastian's smile, his cheeky flirting, the way he moved during Crossed Wand duels. MC tugged at her shirt collar and cleared her throat.

Poppy's smile was too knowing and gleeful. "Admit it, MC," she said. "You're thinking about it."

MC stared at Poppy's eager face, biting her lower lip, fighting to hold her resolve in place. Who was she kidding here? "Oh, Poppy," MC groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her burning cheeks with her hands. "I cannot lie to you."

Poppy clapped her hands together in delight. "So, you do think of him? MC, please tell me you do!"

MC nodded and Poppy squealed in excitement, discarding the book and throwing her arms around her friend. "I knew it!"

MC laughed and hugged Poppy in return. "Dont you dare speak one word of this to anyone, especially Sebastian!"

"But I won't need to, MC," Poppy said, pulling back to look at her. "You can tell him yourself, better still, you can show him."

"What?"

Poppy picked up the book and held it out to MC. "Here, take this. You can use it for inspiration."

MC eyed the book, terrified and intrigued all at once. "I can't!"

"You absolutely can," Poppy said. "There is no way he will refuse you, the boy is mad about you, and you him. Go get him!"

MC took a deep breath. This was madness! But she took the book from Poppy nonetheless and Poppy's smile couldn't have been any wider.

"Don't forget, I want all the juicy details!"

Now they were both giggling in the afternoon sunlight. MC thanking Merlin, and any other legend who cared to listen, for sending her a friend such as Poppy.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwartslegacyfriendships

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ravennaortiz · 11 months ago

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Companion piece can be found here.

Summary: Gilly has always known you were the one. Even when he pushed you away. For years he tortured himself until one day you came back home to Santo Padre to stay. As always 18+, general themes of the show.

Word Count: 1.6K

"So you gonna get the balls to ask her out or what?" inquired Coco as he slid into the chair next to Gilly who had been watching you play pool with Angel. Gilly sighed as he took a drink of his beer. "I don't know that I deserve her man. Not after how I ended things" he replied remorsefully. "I mean she seems like the forgiving type. Boy Scout and Angel broke that Snowman thing her mama got her and she forgave them. Not like you beat the shit out of her or something heinous" shrugged Coco as he fixed his gaze on his best friend.

Gilly pondered the events of the last few weeks. Coco had a fair point about your forgiving nature. Though he still couldn't look back on that fateful day he had up ended both your lives and not feel like an ogre. "You spent over three grand on a snowman. Don't act like she's not special. We all see it man. Forgive yourself for being an idiot and then get your girl" Coco stated firmly before casting a look over to where you and Angel were laughing. "If you don't make your move soon. One of us will have too" he added with a grin. "None of you are man enough for her" snapped Gilly his eyes flashing with anger at the idea of one of his brothers putting moves on you.

"Simmer down" muttered Coco as he laughed at how easily Gilly had been riled. "Seriously though. We all like her man. She fits in well. Like she's always been around. Gilly rolled his eyes "You just like the free food Coco". Coco shrugged before standing up. "What can I say I'm a simple man. Gilly laughed loudly "Simple is right".

The next morning Gilly woke up with you on his mind. Which wasn't unusual but this time he could feel your presence like you were next to him in his bed. He rolled over breathing deeply into the pillow and could almost make out your scent. The conversation last night with Coco had only spurred his feelings on. He knew he needed to tell you he still had feelings for you. That he had never stopped but he was unsure if you would be accepting. Had too much time passed for him to make amends? Yes you had let him back into your life but he could still feel a wall between the two of you that he wasn't sure he could break through. He got dressed quickly knowing he needed to make a couple stops before he went over to your house.

***

Gilly kneeled down in front of the headstone and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dusted it off. He then put the wildflower bouquet into the vase next to it before taking a deep breath. He was more nervous then he expected given that he had been doing this routine every week for several months and speaking to the dead wasn't unusual for him.

"Morning Mama Kay" he uttered as he cleared his throat. "Your little girl is still doing fine, I know you know that" he chuckled to himself. "She sure misses ya a lot. I do too. You always saw the good in me and were the only adult who gave a damn about me. You gave me a sanctuary from war zone I was born into. I hope you know how thankful I was growing up." A burst of wind pushed at him out of no where. "Alright, alright no need to shove" Gilly mumbled as he put his hands up in defeat.

"I guess what I came here to say is I am gonna finally ask her to give me a second chance. I know I don't deserve one and honestly she is still too good for me. I know my lifestyle is.....dangerous but I promise you I would never let anything happen to her." Gilly paused as he collected his thoughts trying to stop the rambling. He could hear Mama Kay's voice telling him to get to the point. Gilly took a deep breath then turned his face up to the sky. " I'm ready to be the man she needs and I just want to know if that is okay with you?" blurted Gilly as he bowed his head and closed his eyes. Several minutes passed before he felt a gentle warmth brush his cheek. "Thank you Mama Kay" he whispered before kissing the headstone and getting up to head back to his bike.

***

Gilly sat waiting for your answer. You nodded and looked down at your mug of tea as you considered what Gilly had told you. The difference of this conversation versus the one that gutted you was not lost on you. He had laid all his cards on the table. He could only hope you had forgiven him for being a dumb kid all those years ago when he had broken up with you hours before getting on a plane for his first deployment. He had been in love with you since that first crooked smile you had flashed his way in eight grade. By your freshmen year the two of you were a couple and glued to each others sides through high school and your first two years of college.

He did his best to tell you he was not the right man for you and never would be. That he could never provide you the life you wanted and deserved. He remembered almost giving in when you dropped to your knees into the dirt and gravel latching onto his pant leg as you pleaded with him. You told him how much he meant to you and that you loved him and wanted only him forever. You denied his words that he wasn't enough or good enough for your love. The tears poured down your face and the urge to wipe them away was overwhelming. He choked back his own sob as he pried you off him and picked you up.

Squeezing your arms just enough to quiet your sobs he drove the final nail home. "Tell me why you can't get it through your head I don't want you any more" he had asked you. He watched every emotion play across your face before you quietly asked "Why? Why are you being so cruel?" He never gave you an answer he just simply let you go and turned his back on you. Your sobs echoed in his head every night as he recalled getting in his car and driving away.

You didn't know this but he only got a half mile down the road before he was sobbing himself. He was only going to stay in the military for so long but each time he set foot on U.S soil his actions hit him like a ton of bricks all over again. He could only blame himself for his loneliness. Which is why he had reached out to Mama Kay. Wanting to feel a connection back home but also wanting to see how you were doing. He had been pleased to get a letter back that was full of warmth, love and a photo of the two of you.

Reaching across the table you took his hand in yours and swallowed hard. If this was going to work you were going to have to tell him a secret that you had harbored all these years. That you had banned your mother from telling him as well once you realized they had reconnected. Gilly watched you closely and held his breath as he watched two tears trail down your cheeks. "I never stopped loving you Gilly. You were always the one for me too. I want to try again too" you started as he smiled happily at you.

"I need to tell you something though first". You were getting ready to hurt him and you hated yourself for it. "I was pregnant." you whispered as you looked down at the table unable to see the pain crush the bear of a man in front of you. Gilly felt like a train had ran him over as his brain rushed to understand. The implication of your words hit him. Not only had he left you while you were in a vulnerable state but something had happened as well. Gilly blinked back tears. Monsters don't get to grieve he thought to himself.

You tensed as you heard Gilly get up from his chair and your heart dropped. You were losing him again. Sobs wracked your body as you felt the pain of both losses all over again. "Shhhh. Its okay" murmured Gilly as he knelt next to you grabbing your hands in his. "I'm not going anywhere. Right here is where I want to be" he added as you cried into his shoulder.

After a few moments you had calmed down some. Gilly carefully used his thumb to brush the lingering tears from your face. "May I ask what happened?' he asked quietly as he met your eyes. You simply nodded as your heart clenched and your stomach rolled at the memory. "I was depressed, scared and angry. The pregnancy was so extremely difficult and we were high risk on top of everything. I was bedridden for most of it in the hopes not working and such would help with the stress and symptoms.

I went into labor too early still, ended up going into cardiac arrest and she didn't make it. She was a tiny little thing and she fought like hell to live but...." you stated just shaking your head as the memories played in your mind. The whirring of machines, panic stricken faces, yelling nurses and doctors as they tried to save both of you. Then the darkness came as you started to fade away. The next thing you remember was waking up to your Mama praying over you as she squeezed your hands.

"I'm so sorry. I know it doesn't mean anything and it won't fix what happened or fix the pain" stated Gilly as he caressed your cheek gently. "This news doesn't change how I feel about you though. I hope you know that". "I will always regret what I did and that I wasn't here for you.

You closed your eyes as you leaned into the tender caresses letting his words wash over you. "I've felt like a failure for so long Gilly. Couldn't keep my man, couldn't be pregnant correctly, couldn't keep my baby alive. I felt like I was never suppose to know love, kindness or grace. Mama always told me I was wrong. She always talked highly of you." you murmured as you thought back onto some of your moms last words.

"Gilly was a scared boy who made a mistake. We all make mistakes. Its how you fix a mistake that matters.

"Your mama was something special. Just like you" replied Gilly as he smiled before leaning forward and gently placing a kiss on your lips. "Let me love you and cherish until death knocks for us" he whispered as he pulled back slightly. "I love you" you murmured before meeting his lips again.

***

Kneeling down at the tiny bear shaped tombstone you gently cleaned away the dirt and weeds as your hands shook slightly. "Sofia, my sweet angel. I want you to finally meet your daddy" you murmured as you looked up at Gilly who had tears in his eyes. "Hi, sweetie. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me the most." stated Gilly as he moved to his knees and laid a bouquet of flowers down before kissing the tombstone.

#ravennasmasterlist #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #gilly lopez imagine #gilly lopez x reader #gilly lopez #mayans gilly #gilly x reader #gilly lopez mayans #mayans fanfiction #mayans fanfic

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patdkoala · 2 years ago

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Get it Out of Your System

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, mentions of death, pet names (baby) Summary: You and Dean go after a lead down in Louisiana but things get pretty steamy

Dean and you are close but not close enough to be called besties. Just enough to be hunting buddies. You hunt with Sam and Dean all the time. Every so often, you'll bud out so that Cas can join in.

Today, it's just you and Dean.

"There are people dying in pairs down in Louisiana. Neighbors spoke of hearing screaming and, uh-" Dean stopped talking and cleared his throat as he looked up at you.

"And what?" "Moans before it finally stopped."

"Are we sure these people died and didn't just climax too hard?" You asked as Dean laughed and then showed you the news article online. "Well, that's what a lot of these neighbors assumed too until they noticed that they hadn't come outside in weeks. Turns out they died and were sitting in their homes rotting for weeks," Dean said as you gagged a little.

"So what, these people are dying by murder on their one lucky night?" You asked as Dean smirked. "I don't think it's that simple but it does look like something to check out. I'll get baby ready."

"Okay, I'll pack up."

You both headed to Louisiana and first checked out the neighbors of the first victims.

"So, how do you two know Tony and JJ?" Mrs. Fizzbit asked as Dean and you looked at each other and realized you still weren't set in stone on your fake story.

"We met in couple's therapy," You said as Mr. Fizzbit eyed you suspiciously. "We didn't know Tony and JJ were in couple's therapy but I guess that explains, uh- what happened that night before they passed," He said as you smiled at Dean in an uncomfortableness.

"Yeah, well. Everyone has their secrets," Dean said as you smiled at him in a comfortable state now.

You and Dean learned that every couple who died had visited the same woman that gave them some sex tips to brighten their marriage.

So of course, you and Dean went to visit her.

Again, with no real background story.

"Why hello. What a gorgeous young couple," The woman said as Dean and you laughed that off. "Oh, no we aren't-" Dean started but you cut him off.

"Sexually active anymore. My husband hasn't touched me for months," you said as Dean side-eyed you. "I haven't?" He questioned as she looked at him. "Right. I haven't. We just don't have that, uh- zing anymore," He said as you were now the one side-eyeing him.

"Well, I have just the thing for you two," She said as she handed you a bag that looked like just a bedazzled version of a witch's hex bag but you didn't think much of it.

"Go home, brew some tea. And talk through your issues while this bag steeps in the tea," She instructed as Dean and you listened intently.

You went back to the motel and did as instructed with the bag.

"So, maybe our bad guy is a djin traveling through people's minds and killing them for being celibate?" Dean chuckled as you poured him a cup of the sex tea.

"What we are going to do is drink this tea and find out if either this woman is our witch or if she is just drugging people and then breaking in and murdering them," You said as Dean pushed his cup away.

"Shouldn't one of us be 'sober' then if we are seriously going to drink this crap?" He asked as you rolled your eyes. "You just don't want to drink this," You said as he smiled sheepishly at you.

"Fine. I'll drink it and you either have to kill me or kill whatever is going to try and kill me," You said as you chugged the drink.

"And? How do you feel?" He asked as you shrugged. "I don't know. Pretty much the same, honestly," you said as Dean stood up and just the right amount of his underwear was visible when he stood and his shirt lifted.

You stared and watched him rub his face. His arm flexed and it was so sexy. You felt something in between your legs get damp. You knew what was happening. You looked up at Dean in a feat of sweat and hormonal fear.

"Dean, the woman. She's a witch and she drugged me. We have to go back and find her. Get her to give me the remedy."

He nodded and then you both ran to the car and headed back to the sex shop.

"What did you do?" Dean yelled as he bust the door down and behind him walked a very horny and very drugged (Y/N).

You couldn't keep your eyes off Dean.

"I thought this is what you two wanted, to spice up the new marriage," She asked as Dean revealed his gun.

"Yeah, well. I lied. I tend to do that," He said as he aimed the gun at her head.

"Now, fix her, or I put a bullet between your eyes."

"Wait!" She yelped as you just stood behind Dean watching him in amazement. He was so handsome standing up for you like this.

"Is she the only one that drank the tea?" She asked with her hands raised above her head. "Yeah, so?" "She will die if she doesn't uh- get it out of her system. I promise I will leave you two be after," the woman said to Dean as he smiled his smug smile at her.

"Don't worry, I believe you," He said as he then fired the gun and she fell to the ground.

Obviously, her death did nothing to you because all you could muster up to say to Dean after witnessing him murder a woman in cold blood was, "That was so fucking hot."

"Okay, so maybe she was right and the only thing to do is uhm- get it-" "Out of my system. Yeah, I heard her say that too."

You and Dean went back to the motel. The entire car ride was silent. "Let's hit up a bar. I need to find me a man so that I don't die tonight," You said as Dean pulled into the parking lot of the motel. "No, what if you just end up dead anyway on some random guy?" He said as you turned to look at him.

"Is that the only reason, Dean Winchester doesn't want me to go home with some rando?" You asked as he just looked at you like you were crazy. Which of course, right now you were.

"No, I just think you'd be safer with me right now," He said as you smiled at the thought of Dean caring about you while you are in a life-or-death situation.

You and Dean walked into the motel and you sat on your bed and Dean sat on his. Not even facing each other. Sitting on opposite sides of the beds.

"So, what do we do then? Just wait for me to die?" You asked as Dean sighed.

"Get on your knees," He said as your breath hitched in your chest.

"Oh, yeah. Praying sounds like a great idea right now. But I don't know what Chuck is going to do about this given fact that he hates me and you," You rambled as you got down on the floor and got on your knees.

You heard Dean get off of the bed and walk over to you. He stood in front of you and lifted your head to look up at him. He then got on the floor on his knees in front of you.

He pulled you into a kiss and his hands held you at the base of your back and cupped your ass. He held your body so close to his as you two made out on the floor.

He then stood up and he then took off his clothes which made you then take off all of your clothes.

You couldn't stop staring at his toned chest and his arms and how they made the bulge in his pants look small.

He watched as you took off all of your clothes and then you sat on the bed and pulled him closer to you by the hem of his underwear. He smirked at how fast your hands traveled down to his underwear.

"I need you," You said as he leaned down to kiss you and hovered over you.

"I know, baby," He said as you moaned into his touch.

He pulled your panties off for you since you had seemed to forget that part of the whole having sex bit. He then slid a finger inside of you and with such little force you were practically melting under him.

You tugged on his boxers as he was still hovering over you while he left hickeys all over your neck and chest.

He then pushed himself in you as you held onto his back and left scratches and bruises all over him. He left a giant hickey on your left tit as you left one on his neck only a few seconds later.

You were both moaning and screaming under and over each other. He soon let you know he was close and you had already cum three times. At this point, you knew you weren't going to die since you had 'gotten it out of your system' through and through.

After he came, in you might I add because Dean Winchester doesn't care, he held you to his chest and you fell asleep.

Dean couldn't sleep. Not till you were both back in Kansas just because he was still worried about your passing.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural smut #supernatural #dean winchester smut #please rail me in the back of a 1967 Chevy impala

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jellybear455 · 2 years ago

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What's left of Anna - The Last of Us - Part 2

Pairings: Ellie x mother figure reader; Joel x reader

Warnings: canon violence, swearing, follows plot of the HBO series, I gave reader a name just in case that triggers you

Word count: 4200

Summary: Nearly fifteen years after the death of her sister, Anna Williams, Isabel Bailey journeys through post-apocalyptic America with her niece and a closed off stranger.

Part 1

Ellie is fast asleep. Her head is in my lap, and I run my fingers through her hair with one hand. The other is covered in a mixture of Joel and the soldier’s blood. I have nothing to clean it with.

Tess and Joel sit a few meters away. They both clutch their guns, watching wearily. We had been hiding out in this decrepit building since late last night. It was the furthest we could go without the daylight.

“Why are you so attached?” Tess asks suddenly.

“Good morning to you, too.” I reply quickly, as though she and Joel hadn’t been taking shifts to watch Ellie all night.

“Seriously, Bel?” Tess raises an eyebrow. “How are we supposed to the trust you if we know nothing about you?”

“I know nothing about you, either. And my name isn’t Bel.” I don’t really care that she called me by my nickname. I’m just spiteful.

Joel lifts his head. “The soldier called you Bailey. How’d he know?”

I swallow. We’re out of the QZ. These two are the only protection I have. I can’t risk lying. “My name is Isabel Bailey. I’ve known Ellie since she was born, and before she was taken to FEDRA.”

“So you’re not her mother?”

“No,” Her mother, my sister, is dead, I want to say, but the words burn at my throat.

“And the soldier?” Joel presses.

“My turn,” I say quickly. “How do you know Marlene?”

Joel glances at Tess, before speaking again. “How did the soldier know your name?”

He stares at me intensely. His eyes are stony, and there is no trace of the faraway look I saw last night. The staring contest lasts for a few more seconds before Ellie stirred.

“Did you guys sleep at all?” She asks with a yawn. She moves to stand, and Joel raises his gun. “Do I look infected?”

“Show us your arm.” Joel insists.

“Yeah. It’s not getting any worse, is it.” Ellie snarks back.

“Ellie. Tone.” I remind her. My lips twitch slightly despite myself.

Tess and Joel exchange a look for the millionth time this morning. There has to be something between then. The thought makes my throat tighten. I didn’t have time to ponder the feeling before Ellie is talking again.

“If we’re out in the open city, why aren’t we getting swarmed?”

“Don’t worry about that.” Joel replies without looking at her.

“Well, I’m gonna.”

Tess stares. “What was Marlene doing with an infected kid?”

“I’m not infected.” Silence. “She found me after I was bitten.”

“And she didn’t shoot you.”

“Clearly not. She’d lock me up and have her guys test me everyday to see if I was getting sick.”

“Test you how?” Tess asks.

I shift slightly, willing Ellie not to say much else.

“I have to pee.” Ellie says abruptly.

“Test you, how?”

“That’s enough, Tess.” I warn.

“It’s Theresa.” She mocks.

“They made me count to ten then hold out my hand and keep it steady. But, you know, I think what impressed them the most was that I didn’t turn into a fucking monster.” Ellie stands up quickly. “Now, can I please?”

Joel stands too, raising his gun. I grab my own and move in front of Ellie slightly. He sends me an irritated look.

“Fine,” Tess says, breaking the silence. “Back there, you can find a spot. Here. Tear out a couple pages.” She tossed Ellie a magazine.

“Are you sure there is nothing bad in here?” Ellie asks as she disappears through a rotting doorway.

“Just you.” Joel respond, sitting back down.

“Ha, funny.”

It was quiet for a long moment, before the annoyance boiling in my stomach bubbled over. “Jesus Christ. She’s just a kid.”

“We don’t take chances.” Joel replies after a beat. He looks down at his hand. It shakes slightly as he stretches it, and the sores look painful. Some of the irritation gives way to pity.

“Let me see.” I say, stepping forward and holding out a hand. Joel glares and Tess raises an eyebrow. “Chill out. I know what I’m doing.”

I sit cross legged in front of him, taking his hand carefully. The skin on his knuckles is torn and beginning to bruise. “Make a fist.” I instruct. “Tell me where it hurts.”

“I don’t think-”

“Tell me where it hurts.” Joel points to the knuckle of his middle finger. “Okay. Open.”

He stretches out his hand again, and I gently poke his hand, taking note of when he winced in pain.

“Marlene said you were a doctor.” Tess says.

I hummed, keeping my attention on Joel’s hand. “Graduated a few months before the outbreak.”

“I thought FEDRA took everyone with medical training?” Joel asks. I stay silent.

“That soldier knew who you were because you’re FEDRA.” Tess guesses.

“It’s fractured. Probably just hairline. If you’re careful it will heal quick.” I reply, pulling away. Joel grabs my hand with his injured one. His face contorts slightly. “I just told you to be careful.”

“Answer the question.” He presses.

I glance at Tess. She is staring intensely at me, clearly irritated with both mine and Ellie’s attempts to evade their questions. I sigh.

“Yeah, I’m FEDRA.” Tess opens her mouth to shout, but I cut her off. “I joined as a spy for a Fireflies. It wasn’t hard, all things considering. Then Ellie was born, and I shifted positions to watch over her instead.”

Tess drags her hand over her face. “So, you’re just another mindless follower.”

“No.” I snap back quickly. Now the truth was out, I couldn’t stop. “Marlene wanted me to dump Ellie. She was pissed I gave up my position for her.”

“I can imagine.” Tess replies, rolling her eyes.

I look up at Joel. He hasn’t said anything, but his hand still clutches onto mine tightly. “I didn’t know that soldier, but he came to me a few weeks ago for a broken nose. I can promise you that I am not loyal to FEDRA, or the Fireflies, really.”

Joel looks up. “Then who are you loyal to?”

Anna. “Ellie.”

He raises his eyebrows.

“Don’t be shitty. She made it through the night.” I snap.

“That doesn’t matter. It will happen, sooner or later, alright?” He turns to Tess. “We’re still close to the wall. We sneak her back into the QZ. We find a different way to get the battery.”

“This is our best shot. We take her back to the QZ, someone’s gonna notice her arm. They’re gonna scan her, and they will kill her.” Tess shoot back.

Joel squeezes my hand subconsciously. “Better her than us. We need to stop talking about this kid like she’s got some kind of life in front of her.”

“She is not gonna turn, Joel.” I hiss. “We are not turning around, do you hear me?”

I glare at him, and he frowns back.

“Are you guys gonna make out or something?” Ellie suddenly appears behind me. I jolt in surprise.

“Shit, El.”

“What? You guys are holding hands, in case you didn’t notice.”

I snatch my hand from Joel’s, but regret it when I see him wince in pain. Ellie sits back down in the middle of the room, placing the rifle I took across my knees.

“You hungry?” Tess asks awkwardly. “You can share some of ours.”

Joel gives her an offended look.

“Thanks, but Marlene sent me with my own.” Ellie replies, pulling a sandwich out of her back.

Grinning, I rummage through the pack Tess gave me, finding a few sticks of jerky. I watch silently as Joel struggles to pull apart his jerky with his injured hand.

“Is that chicken?” Tess asks suddenly.

“Yeah,” Ellie replies nonchalantly. “Marlene says they get it from smugglers. Guess it’s not you guys.”

I snicker. “’Smugglers’ my ass.”

“You’re joking!” Ellie cries.

“Nah. The guy in the apartment next door has a room with just chickens. It’s inhumane, but fucking hilarious.”

Ellie laughs, but quickly sobers when Tess stalks forward. I scramble to my feet, and Joel quickly follows suit, gripping his gun.

“Why- it’s fine, Joel. Why are you so important to Marlene? And don’t lie to me, or we’ll take you back.”

Ellie gulps, glancing over at me. I open my mouth to protest.

“And don’t you say anything, Bel. We want it from her.” Joel cuts me off. I don’t argue. About Ellie or my name.

“You take me back you don’t get the battery.” Ellie replies confidently.

“You heard that?” Tess asks. Ellie shrugs. “Well then you must have heard he wants to shoot you.”

Ellie glances over at Joel. He looks away, only for his eyes to meet mine. I grasp my rifle tighter. He won’t shoot her. If he wanted to, he would have done it already. I saw how he didn’t hesitate before killing that guy outside the QZ.

“I’m gonna talk to you like you’re an adult.” Tess stalks closer, crouching in front of Ellie.

“I wouldn’t do that,” I warns.

“Let her speak.” Joel demands, shouldering his gun. He’s injured, but he wont miss. I lower my rifle.

Tess continues. “Joel and I aren’t good people. We’re doing this for us because, apparently, you’re worth something. But we don’t know what you’re worth if we don’t know what we have. So answer my question.”

Ellie puts down her sandwich. “She told me not to tell anybody, and I’m gonna tell the first people that I-”

“Ellie…” I hiss.

“Shut it.” Joel snaps.

“There’s a Firefly base camp somewhere out west with doctors. They’re working on a cure.”

“I’ve heard this before.” Joel grumbles, putting down his gun. I follow suit.

“What ever happened to me is the key to finding the vaccine.”

“That’s what this is?” Joel snaps. “We’ve heard this a million times. Vaccines, miracle cures. None if it works. Ever.”

“Fuck you, man. I didn’t ask for this!” Ellie shoots back, standing up.

“You and me both. This isn’t gonna end well, Tess. We need to go back.”

I picks up my pack and rifle. “Fine. You go back to that hell hole. You look Marlene in the eye and tell her you’re too afraid to follow through.”

The quiet was deafening as Joel stared me down. I glower back, willing him to deny that he was afraid.

“Let’s just finish it.” Tess insists. “It doesn’t matter if she is or isn’t what they Fireflies say. If they believe she is, then we get when we want.”

Joel glars at me for a few more seconds. “Fine. But if she so much as twitches.”

“If you pull a gun on her you’ll be the one with the bullet between your eyes, alright buddy?”

Ellie makes a noise somewhere between a gurgle and a choke. I spin around, and she’s grinning. “Don’t you dare.”

“Sorry.” She whispers, looking slightly ashamed.

Joel exhales sharply picking up his rifle and attempting to shift the cabinet he showed in front of the door. I move to help, but he sends me a scowl. “Don’t call me buddy.”

Barely two minutes later, we’re outside, and Ellie is flabbergasted. “Woah…”

I was frozen, too, but for different reasons. Boston was in ruin. Sadness tugged at my gut. I wonder what my house looked like if this was the rest of the world. The only thing truly left of my sister is Ellie.

“Looks different in the daylight, huh?” grins Tess.

Joel hops onto a fallen chunk of cement, surveying the area. “We should get moving.”

It takes about five minutes of walking for Ellie to find her voice. She peers down a large crater, and I grab her pack to stop her from falling. “It looks like a fucked-up moon. Is this where they bombed?”

“Yeah,” Tess replies, slowing to a stop. Joel keeps walking. “They hit most of the big cities like this. They had to slow the spread somehow.”

“Worked here, but it didn’t in most places.” I speak up. It certainly didn’t work in Colorado.

Joel slows and comes to a half right on the edge of a huge empty street. There are no old cars or debris. It’s unnerving to see such an undisturbed space in an otherwise ruined city.

“State house is just across there. About a ten-minute walk if you could go straight.” Tess explains.

“’If’?” I ask at the same time as Ellie says, “So?”

“Long way, or the short way.” Joel replies, ignoring me.

“Well, it’s the long way of the ‘we’re fucking dead’ way.” Tess corrects. Well, that answers my question.

Ellie looks between the pair. “I vote long way based on that very limited information.”

“We have to check the hotel first.” Joel insists.

Tess takes the lead again, and Joel brings up the rear. It had been a long time since I’d walked freely. Or how ever free you could be when the world has ended. A little part of me misses the five years after the outbreak began. We never knew if we’d see the next day, or when we’d eat again, but after we met Marlene, I was free to do what ever I wanted. Anna wanted to settle, but I was wanted to explore and find survivors. My stubbornness got the better of me far too often, and Anna was dead because of it. The most I could do was keep Ellie from making the same mistakes. I owe my sister that much.

“Why are you still here?” Joel asks suddenly. I look up, surprised. Back to the present, where Anna was dead.

“I’m sorry?”

“Why are you here? You have stayed in the QZ. I don’t understand why you’re risking so much for that kid. And don’t say for the cure. If I’ve heard that once I’ve heard it a thousand times.”

I watch Ellie talk Tess’s ear off a few meters in front of us. “I told you. I’ve known Ellie since she was a baby.”

“But?” Joel presses. For someone so reserved, he had a lot of questions. “You said Marlene gave her to you to leave with FEDRA. Why would she give her to you?”

“I owed Ellie’s mother a debt.”

“What kind?”

I adjust my grip on my rifle anxiously. “One you don’t break.”

“And now?”

Silence falls. Even Ellie didn’t know I was her aunt. I wasn’t going to tell a stranger. Especially one who wanted to kill her. Tess and Ellie draw to a halt in front of us. I miss what Tess says, but I could see a bit of pride gleaming in her eyes.

Ellie tries to hide her grin. “Thanks.”

Slinging my rifle over my shoulder, I follow the pair over an upturned car.

“So,” Tess start talking again. “No ones gonna come looking after you? Mom, Dad… boyfriend?”

“Nope. I’m an orphan, and… no.” Ellie replies, wrinkling her nose slightly. I grin. “Bel’s my only family. And my only friend.”

“What about you, Doctor Bailey? No family?”

“No one but Ellie and Marlene.” I reply truthfully. The end of the world tends to do that to you. It takes nearly everything from you. Like sisters and courage.

Ellie looks around again. “Everyone said the city was crazy. Like, swarms of infected running around everywhere.”

“Not exactly like that.” Joel replies. It was the first he had spoken in a while.

“People like to tell stories.” Tess adds, smiling humourlessly.

“So, there aren’t super-infected that explode spores on you?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Shit, I hope not.”

“Or ones with split open head that see in the dark like bats?”

Tess looks at Joel, then me. I purse my lips, and Joel stares at the ground.

An uncanny scream echoes through the buildings. We freeze, straining to listen past the screeching crows. Subconsciously, I check my knife is still on my belt and pistol is within reach. Just in case. Ellie holds her breath, so I reach over and take her hand reassuringly. She squeezes back, holding tight as we waited.

“What was that?” She asks. None of us answer.

“Let’s keep moving.” Joel says instead.

Any inkling of companionship that we had built was gone.

A better name of the ‘hotel’ would have been the ‘lake’. Joel heaves the door open, scattering a few ducks and revealing the entire first floor was flooded. Once upon a time, the hotel would have been a grand establishment.

“You gotta be kidding me!” Ellie cries. “Did you ever stay in a place like this?”

“No, a little out of our league.” Tess admits.

“I did.” I answer with a grin.

Joel glances over at Ellie. “How do you even know about this stuff?”

“Have you heard of books?” She sasses back. “What was it like? Tell me everything. Don’t skimp on the details.”

I laugh out loud. It takes me by surprise. I haven’t laughed in a while. “My sister took me to a concert for my eighteenth birthday. Apparently, this is part of the experience.”

“Cool.” Ellie breathes. When I don’t say anything else she adds, “And?”

“Later, babe.”

Joel takes off down the steps towards the water.

“Wait, are we going in there?” Ellie asks, her fascination temporarily forgotten.

“Yeah. We gotta get to the stairwell on the other side.” Tess replies, following behind Joel.

Ellie looks petrified. “I, uh, I can’t swim.”

“Seriously?” Joel looks dumbfounded, and I send him a dirty look.

“Do you think we have pools in the QZ?”

He rolls his eyes. “No, smart ass. I mean-” He jumps off the last step. The water barely went past his knees.

“I don’t know how I was supposed to know that.” She replies, heading down the stairs more confidently. Still, she hesitates on the last step.

“It’s okay, El.” I reassure her, striding past through the water. I try not to think about what creepy crawlies could be swimming around.

��This is so gross.” Ellie laughs, rushing towards the service desk, and tapping the bell. The dull clunking caught Joel’s attention, and he turns to watch. “Ding ding! Yes, sir, I would like your finest suite please.”

I hoist myself up onto the desk. Shoving my finger under my nose like it’s a moustache and putting on a fake accent, I reply, “Yes, ma’am. Would you like me to take your luggage?”

“Yes, sir!” Ellie giggles back.

“Right away, ma’am.”

“You guys are weird.” Joel remarks.

Ellie grabs the luggage holder, pushing it forward. “You’re weird- oh fuck!”

A body falls from the holder, knocking against Ellie’s leg. I point my gun towards it, but it quickly becomes clear that the skeleton is harmless.

“Oh my god…” Ellie pants.

“Are you okay, honey?” I ask, hopping down from the desk. I notice Joel is suddenly right in front of me, gun raised. Last I saw, he was nearly at the stairs.

“Yeah- I… sorry.”

Joel offers Ellie his hand, helping her up from where she leant against the piano. Too late, he realises its his injured one, and he flinches as she let go. I glance at it as I walk past. The bruising is purple now. I make a note to check on it soon.

“Are you okay?” Tess calls out.

“Yeah. Fucking fabulous.” Ellie replies with a sigh.

I shake my head. I wonder where that kid got her mouth, because it sure as hell wasn’t her mother.

Climbing the stairs made me miss elevators. My heart is pounding by the time Joel announces we were there.

Tess pauses to catch her breath. “Fuck. Holy shit.”

“You can say that again.” I huff.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Ellie insists. The kid was barely swayed.

“Cut me some slack, girl.”

“Is it ‘cause you’re old?”

I scoff. “I’m forty-five, not ninety.”

“Try climbing ten flours with these knees, kid.” Tess replies, gesturing for us to follow Joel.

We round a corner and stop dead before a pile of rubble. What that supposed to be there?

“When the fuck did that happen?” Tess grumbles. Guess not. They try the doors. Blocked. “Okay, I guess maybe I could climb up there, work my way around. Open it from the inside.”

Ellie pipes up, “Uh, no, I’m the smallest, so it’d be easier-”

“No. I’ll go.” I cut her off.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m perfectly capable.” Tess scoffs. “Help me up?”

I shrug. “You were just complaining about your knees, you know.”

Joel moves to help Tess, but I get there first. Kneeling, I cup my hands. Tess steps up, and I give her a boost. She crawls into the gap, disappearing in the debris. “You good?”

“Yeah, it’s just a bit of a mess. Might need a few minutes.”

Ellie slumps to the floor, leaning her lead against the wall. I follow suit, and eventually, so does Joel.

“I could have done that.” Joel mutters.

“Not what that hand you’re not. Let me see.” I demand. He holds it out reluctantly, and I examine the bruising. “I told you to be careful with it. That means don’t use it unless absolutely necessary.”

“I haven’t used it.” He retorts.

“Don’t lie.” I reply simply. “It’s childish.”

Ellie pulls out her knife, flipping it in her hand over and over.

“Nice knife,” Joel says. Ellie glares at him, before tossing the knife again. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“The circus.” She snaps. She folds the knife up. “Where are you from?”

“Texas.” Joel replies after a moment.

“What about Tess?”

“Detroit. It’s in Michigan.”

Ellie scoffs. “I go to school, I know where Detroit is.”

I continue to stare at Joel’s hand, partly to hide my grin and partly because I like holding his hand. Wait, what?

“So, are you and Tess like…”

“Pass” Joel answers quickly. I’ll take that as a no. My stomach flips a little. What is wrong with me? I’ve known this man all of about five minutes.

“How did you get to Boston?”

“Pass. No more questions about me.”

I huff a little and Joel gives me a look. He doesn’t move his hand from mine.

Ellie let the silence continue for less than thirty seconds. “How long do infected live?”

“I thought you said you went to school.”

“Yeah, it was a shitty one.”

“Ouch.” I grin. “I though I was a good teacher.”

“Oh, shut up. You were. Everyone else sucked.” Ellie replies with a smirk.

Joel exhales, thinking for a moment. “Well, some live for about a month or two. But there’s others, been walking around 20 years.”

“You guys ever kill one?”

“Yeah, a lot.” Joel replies without hesitation. Ellie looks at me expectantly.

“Um, yeah. A bunch. Too many.” I shift uncomfortably, and Joel’s thumb traces a circle on my hand.

“Is it hard knowing they were people once?” Always with the difficult questions.

Joel doesn’t answer. I sigh. “Yeah. But they aren’t people anymore, honey. It’s kinder to kill them then let them live like monsters.”

Ellie thinks it over for a second. “Joel?” He hums in recognition. “What about that guy last night?”

Joel freezes, his hand clutching mine a little tighter. Ellie notices, but she doesn’t say anything. A thud sounds from the other side of one of the doors. Joel grabs his gun, his hand slipping from mine.

“You can put the gun down, Joel.” Tess’s muffled voice calls out. She pushes something heavy out of the way, then opens the door.

“What now?” Joel asks.

Tess doesn’t meet his eyes. Instead, she leads us through the room and out onto a balcony. I lean over the end, looking down into the street. Sprawled below are dozens of infected. They groan and twitch, but otherwise remain motionless. The sight is unsettling. “Jesus.”

“There is so many.” Ellie whispers.

“The last time we were here they were still deep inside the buildings. But I guess enough people can through looking for a QZ, they went inside seeking shelter, and that’s how they’d get more and more of the city, bit by bit, year after year.” Tess explains, and I feel nauseous.

The infected writhe in a sort of Mexican wave. “They’re connected.” Ellie realises.

“More than you know,” Tess replies. “The fungus also grows underground. Long fibres like wires, some of them stretching over a mile. You step on a patch of cordyceps in one place, you’ll wake a dozen infected from somewhere else. Now they know where you are. Now then come. You’re not immune from being ripped apart. You understand?” Ellie looks surprised, doubtful, almost. “This is important. I’m trying to keep you alive.”

Ellie nods, stepping back from the balcony. “So, what now?”

“Short way?” I ask, looking over the buildings.

Tess and Joel stare at each other, another silent conversation. “Museum.” Joel says finally.

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citadelredlightdistrict · 6 months ago

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writing prompt: Lilo is 18 years old now, and wants Stitch to be her boyfriend. She does not realize how rough of a lover Stitch can be, but she takes it like a champ.

Lilo takes a deep breath as she prepares to enter the room, listening to Stitch on the other side of the door as he laughs at a video. This was it, after so many years she was finally going to do it. She remembered back to when she'd first broached the issue with Nani several months ago to ask her advice. Lilo walked up to Nani as her sister washed the dishes and cleared her throat awkwardly. "*ahem*, Hey uh Nani? Can I ask you a kind of umm, sensitive question?" Nani smiled as she guessed what the issue was, she'd noticed Lilo looking at lingerie when clothes shopping lately, coupled with her growing interest in makeup and perfume and it wasn't exactly difficult to put together. "Oh I suppose I can answer a question or two, if you help me with the dishes." Lilo sighs and after a moment nudges her sister to move over so she can help. "Alright fine. So if I want to get a boy's attention, I mean in a you know... s-sexual way, I mean we already like each other and I want to take things to the next level, how should I, do that?" Nani gives a low whistle as she thinks about the bomb Lilo had just dropped, well if they already like each other then are they already dating? "From the sounds of it Lilo, you're already dating right?" Blushing brightly Lilo gives a slight nod, not saying anything to avoid lying to Nani. "Alright then, first you'll need to introduce me to the lucky boy. I know our home is a bit hectic but if you're planning to do the deed with him then I'm going to need to meet him at some point. Second buy protection, and use it! I know some boys like to say that it isn't comfortable or it doesn't fit them, tough. Make them use it or don't do it." Lilo groans and flicks water at Nani. "Duh! What kind of idiot do you think I am!? Come on Nani seriously! I want to take things to the next level what do I do?" Nani just laughed before telling her about what she'd done for David back when she'd gotten tired of him not taking that final step. So here she was, Lilo was dressed in a sheer red bra and lace panties, a small slit in the panties gave easy access to her freshly shaven pussy, a precaution so that Stitch wouldn't tear them off. She of course had ignored the advice to use protection, after all it's not like Stitch could impregnate her, and she knew he was clean after all. So with a final breath she opened the door prepared to do exactly like her sister had told her.

Stitch looked up from his show, his laughter stopping instantly as his jaw dropped to the floor, staring at Lilo as she slowly walked over to him, dropping to her knees in front of him and crawling over until her lips were mere inches from his own. Lilo: "Hey there Stitch~, I hope I'm not interrupting anything~." Stitch silently shook his head, his body tensing up, his nose flaring slightly as he took in her scent. A primal trigger left in his genetic code, dormant for all these years awakened for the first time, igniting a need inside of him that he'd never known before. Lilo smirked slightly to herself as she saw how stunned he was, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. "I was thinking that we co-" She was cut off abruptly as Stitch reached up grabbed her head and shoved her face into his crotch, a rapidly growing cock forcing its way into her mouth and down her throat without warning. Lilo: "AGH! GLG MMMHGL CHK!?" She was caught entirely off guard as her usually kind and gentle friend suddenly started to fuck her face like a cheap onahole. She'd hoped to eventually get to tasting his cock sure, but the last thing she'd expected was for him to suddenly force himself on her, he wasn't even speaking, acting more like an animal than he'd ever done before. She desperately slapped his legs and tried to pull away, the sudden lack of oxygen quickly catching up to her. Stitch: "IH IH IH AHH~! HA HA HA HA!" All Stitch did was laugh as he felt her struggles, pounding harder and harder into her throat until suddenly he slammed his hips against her face, his palls slapping her chin as they tensed up and pumped what felt like a pint of cum into her. The alien cum sent powerful shocks through Lilo's body, every muscle suddenly tensing up as cum was pumped down her throat and out her nose, some unknown chemical in the cum igniting the pleasure center of her mind like nothing else. Lilo: "MMMMHHH~!" Stitch pulled his cock out of her mouth almost as suddenly as he'd started fucking it, barely a minute having gone by since she'd crawled over to him, and already she had his cum dripping out of her mouth, splashing over her face and dripping onto her breasts. She coughed roughly as she desperately tried to breath, her own climax still fresh in her mind as the lingering effects of the cum continued to send shocks of pleasure through her. "ACH, *cough*, ohhh~ f-fuck! S-Stitch, wait, I don't, hey!?" Stitch didn't wait to hear what she had to say, every instinct in him screamed at him to lay his claim on her and to do it now. Designed to be a one man apocalypse on any planet he was dropped on, Jumba hadn't neglected a single aspect of his design. He'd designed Stitch to dominate and breed any female of any species that presented themselves as a potential mate. Though since meeting Lilo and forming their found family Jumba had been slowly introducing suppressive chemicals into Stitch's food, but he'd figured that the gene would stay dormant after introducing Stitch to porn a year ago without any reaction from him. As it happened, Jumba was wrong, the gene hadn't effectively died off, it had just been waiting for a more explicit and available prospect. Now with Lilo here in front of him Stitch didn't plan to stop until he was wrung completely dry.

He grabbed Lilo by the shoulders and shoved her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs as he started to lick at her exposed belly and tits, using his tongue to rip off her bra. "Ahh~ S-Stitch~! Ahh, I-I don't, ahh, that was expensive~! Oh fuck, y-your tongue is, ahh~! A-AHHH!" Lilo's eyes went wide, her mind completely losing track of his tongue on her breasts as he shoved his now massive cock inside of her pussy, stopping only as what felt like a large ball of meat slammed against her pussy lips, stopping his tip just before it could press against her womb. "T-too big! Stitch! Ahh~! T-too big! What is, what is, is that a knot!?" Sure enough as she looked down to see Stitch fucking her like a common whore, she saw a large knot at the base of Stitch's dick, and saw as a little bit more of that knot was forced in with every thrust. Her pussy was being reformed, forced to mold to his dick, with every thrust, every slap of his knot against her lips, she was slowly being made into his perfect slut. Lilo: "Ahhh~! Stitch! Ahh~! Too, oh fuck! M-my vagi- my pu-pussy~! Ahh~! S-stop! I can't, ahh think~!" Stitch's fingers dug into her thighs, his tongue lapped at her breasts, and he ignored her pleas. After several minutes of pounding he finally managed to force himself fully in, and with an audible *POP* his knot was locked into her pussy, and her fate was sealed as he started to cum inside of her. A single load down her throat had made her cum, wiped her mind for several seconds, now after a rough pounding and having his knot locked in her pussy, spurt after spurt of cum washed into her, and wiped her mind clean. She couldn't think of anything, couldn't speak, all she knew was pleasure, she was his, now and forever, she'd be his slut, his girlfriend, and the mother of his children.

(So what do you think? Did I write a passable short story for you? There is a text limit on these posts, and I don't want this to become a multi-part thing. I think I explained it all well enough that it makes sense why he snapped like he did and just started fucking her, but hey, let me know what you think.)

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krizaland · 1 year ago

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Found Once Again Chapter 18

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

First Previous

"C'mon! I'll show you!" Wukong gestured for Bao Li to follow him.

"Hey! Wait for me!" MK called out as he ran after Wukong

Wukong led Bao Li and MK to the treasure room of the temple.

"Surprise! I bet this place feels familiar, eh Bao Li?" Wukong teased as he gave her a wink.

“Wukong, giving me presents isn't going to prove to me that you've changed." Bao Li huffed as she folded her arms.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to shower you with gifts. I mean unless you see something you like then it’s-"

Bao Li simply gave Wukong an unimpressed look.

"Right! Right! Ok, so the real reason I brought you here is to show you- where is it-"-Wukong rummaged through a small pile of treasures- "-Ah ha! Here it is!”

Wukong held out a golden scroll.

"My thank you letter from one of the villages I saved a while back!”

Bao Li and MK looked at the scroll in confusion.

"Ok, hear me out. So a long time ago, there was a village that was under attack by a seriously nasty group of demons! So after I beat all those demons, the people of the village sent me this thank you letter. I had one of my monkeys read it to me at the time. It says some super good stuff about me." Wukong explained as he handed Bao Li the scroll.

"Oh-kay then..."

Bao Li gingerly opened the scroll and cleared her throat.

"To: Sun Wukong, We thank you for saving our village from that dastardly demon clan. If it wasn't for your courage and clever planning, we may have never survived you have our eternal thanks.”

Bao Li closed the scroll.

"Well, that was awfully sweet of them to send you a thank you letter, Wukong.”

"And that's not all! Look on the back!" Wukong insisted as he opened the scroll back up.

Bao Li flipped the scroll over and gasped!

There, on the back of the scroll was the most beautiful painting she had ever seen!

The painting showed none other than Wukong, fighting back a group of vicious demons.

The look of determination painted in his eyes reminded Bao Li of how determined he was to take on The Deadly Trials and The Lava Demon.

Upon further inspection of the painting, Bao Li noticed something familiar peeking out of Wukong's pocket.

"Is that-"-Bao Li let out a gasp as she took a closer look-"-The deadly trial gem?!”

"Yep. I always carried it with me so that a part of you would always be with me on my journey with my master." Wukong explained as he gently took the scroll.

Bao Li felt her heart flutter as a few tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Whenever I felt down that gem always there to comfort me." Wukong explained as he closed up the scroll.

"Aww! That's so sweet!" MK cooed as he listened to the story.

"You really missed me that much?" Bao Li asked incredulously.

"I missed you more than you could ever know." Wukong sighed, "There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of you."

Bao Li felt her heart sink into her stomach.

"When the journey got really tough, Zhu Bajie would sometimes try to cheer us up by telling us to imagine a beautiful woman waiting for us in the west or something," Wukong chuckled, "My master was soo not about it. Sha Wujing tried to go along but kinda gave up on the idea. But me? All I thought of was you. I thought of how proud you'd be to see me deliver those scriptures."

Bao Li felt a couple of tears trickle down her cheeks.

"At one point I thought once I delivered those scriptures, I could ask The Buddha for a chance to see you again. But I didn't since I didn't want to push my luck. I really didn't want to deal with another tightening spell." Wukong let out a half-hearted chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Oh Wukong...." Bao Li sniffled, hiding her face behind the sleeves of her dress.

“But no amount of tightening spells, mountains or anything else would stop me from loving you-" -A few tears trickled down Wukong's cheeks- "-I was determined to deliver those scriptures not just for my master but for you too. I thought in some weird way that if I did, you'd like....I dunno forgive me or something?”

It was then Bao Li could no longer hide her tears.

The guilt and sorrow she felt was just too overwhelming for her heart to bear.

The dam burst as Bao Li begun to sob.

"Oh Wukong! I'm so sorry! I didn't know! I-"

"Hey, don't cry! Don't cry! I wasn't telling you all this to upset you or anything. I-" -Wukong gently reached for Bao Li but retracted his arm- "-I guess what I'm trying to say is, I hope you can forgive me someday. Maybe not today or tomorrow but soon-ish? Maybe? Huh?"

Wukong was cut off by Bao Li pulling him into a tight hug.

"I forgive you, Wukong! I'm sorry you had to feel so guilty for so long! And I'm sorry for leaving you too! I was so caught up in my own feelings that I didn't even consider yours and-"

“Hey, hey. It's ok. You don't have to be sorry for anything. I was the one that messed up here. Not you. We don't have to get back together if you don't want to. You have every right to need space. I guess I just wanted to clear the air a bit." Wukong insisted as he returned the hug.

"Still. I shouldn't have let my emotions get the better of me and-"

“Bao Li, look I don't blame you for feeling the way you do, ok? I get it. It's a lot to process. I'm sorry I threw you headfirst into everything." Wukong reassured as he rubbed small circles into her back.

"Still I-"

Wukong lifted Bao Li's face.

"Hey. Look at me. You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing at all."

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quotemenevervore · 2 years ago

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And without further ado, here’s the rewrite for chapter two, speedran because the discord gave me an angsty idea and I ran with it

(This is not canon to the actual story, it was just an idea that I wanted to write and thought it would fit as a one off)

Content warnings: description of injury, description of body horror/injury healing (there is a tw at that part specifically as well), starvation, character falling, character thinking they’re going to die, fear, panic.

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There was a lot he didn’t know about being that size. Having to climb and run around, always on edge in case he was heard or seen, it was rough learning the ropes. What was even rougher? Learning about food intake. It started around the second day he had lived in the walls, his stomach growling more than it should have. And maybe he should have taken it more seriously, but.. he’d been so used to not eating so often that he hadn’t considered that with how much more energy he has to exert, he needed to up his food intake.

He brushed it off, went on a borrowing trip and got some string and fabric pieces, brushing the heaviness of the fabric off as being heavy for his size. Day three left him struggling to move around, weakness seizing his limbs and making it hard for him to move around. But day four had almost been the nail in his coffin. He woke up barely able to move, hunger and nausea battling within his core. He was so weakened that any kind of movement made his limbs shake, and he felt bad, almost like he was anxiety-ridden. He.. really needs to eat, huh?

He crawled to the opening, limbs trying to give out every step of the way. Flopping out of the hole and onto the counter almost made him black out, stars dancing across his darkened vision. It was with the most determination he ever had in him that made his eyes open again, taking a shaky breath as he forced himself upright and leaning against the wall as the dizzy spell that followed almost sent him sprawling onto the ground again.

His eyes could barely open past half-lidded as he tried to find the closest thing to eat. Thankfully, his fiancés made a little fruit basket and had it filled with apples, on the other side of the counter. It was a little close to the edge, but beggars could not be choosers, and he slowly managed to make his way over to the basket. He could practically taste the sweet apple, it being the only thing his starved mind could focus on. But his luck in this life so far hadn’t been the greatest, and he.. honestly should have seen something coming.

There was a loud slam as the front door was closed, and the noise made him flinch, losing his balance and slipping right off the edge. All he could do was flail, mouth open in a silent scream. It.. was almost peaceful. It felt like time had slowed, and as his body flipped thanks to the angle he’d fallen in, and his eyes slipped shut as the ground came closer.

If he managed to survive this, he’d be surprised, but he was already thinking of what he’d say to Schlatt upon seeing him again.

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Karl stepped into the kitchen, intent on grabbing an apple for himself and Sapnap when he froze at what he saw.

There was a tiny man on the floor. Which, normally he wouldn’t think much of it with everything he’d seen thus far, but.. it seemed like the man was laid in an uncomfortable angle on the ground. His heart leapt into his throat and he yelled. “Sapnap!” He was on his knees in an instant, carefully scooping the tiny up and holding him up to his face. His eyes watched carefully for any moment from the man, anything to show that he was alive. For a heart stopping moment, he couldn’t find anything, but he didn’t give up and held the small body up to his ear.

There was a very faint heartbeat. His chest wasn’t moving as much as it should have, but he was breathing at least, and his heart was still beating. However, as he pulled the man away from his ear to look over him again, he noticed a couple things that told him what had to have happened. His clothes seemed baggy on him, and gently running a finger over his chest gave him the awful confirmation that the tiny man was practically starving to death. And then his leg was at a very wrong angle, the bone obviously snapped in half. Two bones, actually. The one in his thigh and calf.

“Holy shit, what happened-“ “Sap, I need a regen potion. His leg’s completely broken, he’s starving-“ “Got it. Let’s make him some soup after I get that potion. Stay here.” As if I’m going to move him any more than I already had. He looked down at the small figure, trying to decipher how the man looked familiar to him. He kind of looked like Helga, but that couldn’t be right.. could it? He was probably Helga’s descendent, like how they all were descendants to the people he interacted with in the past. His focus was more on his chest, making absolutely certain that he was still breathing until his fiancé returned with the potion.

⚠️tw for vague body horror

“He’s unconscious, we’re not gonna be able to get him to drink it.” “We could pour it on his leg, couldn’t we?” “It won’t be as effective, but yea.” Sapnap used a knife to carefully cut away the pant leg of his broken leg, pouring a good amount of the potion onto it with a hand cupped under him to catch the rest of the healing liquid. Karl winced as he heard the man’s bones pop themselves back into place, watching the skin writhe around as the bones shifted. His eyes snapped back to his chest, unable to watch the horrifying display any longer.

⚠️End of tw

Sapnap frowned as the particles disappeared, leaving a wicked bruise and a swollen leg behind. Pouring more potion onto the leg didn’t help, and his brows knitted in concern. “It’s not healing.” “What!? Why!?” “I think it’s because of how starved he is, his body can’t handle the potion to heal. We’ve gotta get him awake and some food in him.” Karl held his hand out, letting Sapnap take the borrower from him so he could start making some soup.

“He may only be able to drink the broth, but I’ll put the other stuff in anyway. That way the broth’s a little more flavorful, and we can eat the soup too.” “Sounds good. I’m gonna head to the living room, see what else we can do for him.” They separated to do their tasks, Sapnap sitting on the couch and looking over the borrower, his missing fiancé, their third.

“What happened to you, Quackity..?”

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Quackity did not expect to wake up. He really didn’t, and it sent a bolt of fear through his spine. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing setting his nerves on fire, and he gasped at the sharp pain shooting through his leg. His eyes snapped open, looking up with growing dread as he registered his surroundings.

He was being stared at by his two now giant fiancés, and he was injured. Worse yet, now that he’d woken up his stomach was rolling again, desperate to have something in it. He couldn’t even tell if his shaking was because of fear or hunger any longer, and he didn’t have the water in him to cry. It didn’t keep the tearless sobs from wracking his form.

“Oh, Q..” Sapnap’s expression was full of pity, and it made him feel worse. “Karl, do you wanna go heat up that soup?” “Of course! I’ll be back.” His voice was quiet, and he made sure his movements were slow until he was out of sight, in which the avian could hear the man’s rapid footsteps towards the furnace. “Hey, you’re okay..” the fireborn’s thumb ran gently against his chest, the touch barely grazing his skin. “Karl found you on the kitchen floor, your leg was broken in like two spots. We poured a regen potion on it, and the bones set back in place, but it’s not fully healed. I think it’s cause you’re starving..”

Another sob jerked his body, and the larger’s thumb left his form completely. “We’ve gotta have a talk after we get some food in you. It’s not bad, I promise. We just gotta figure out what’s going on.” Karl came back in, a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. “It’s not hot hot, just warm. I didn’t wanna risk burning him..” “That’s fine. Think you can sit up if I help you?” As if I have a choice. Still, he let the other sit him up, and being too hungry to refuse, he took as many sips as he possibly could from the spoon of stew offered to him.

It was mostly the broth, he didn’t trust his body to be able to process the vegetables or meat properly. They were patient with him, letting him take his time to rest before Sapnap motioned the other to move the spoon away, half of it emptied. Sapnap had done it because he could feel the tiny man’s abdomen swelling under his thumb, and he didn’t want to overwhelm him. It didn’t stop his heart from hurting at the heart wrenching whine it pulled out of the avian him when Karl put the spoon back in the bowl. “You’ve gotta take it slow, or you’re gonna get sick again.” Sapnap gently soothed him, now running his thumb against his back. Quackity couldn’t tell if he was trying to be comforting, if he just missed him this much, or a mix of both. “Yea, little guy. We don’t want you to get worse, but I promise you’ll have food any time you want it now.”

Little guy? Is he seriously patronizing me!?

Sapnap must have sensed the tension building in his shoulders, because he thought up a task on the fly for the other. “Karl, can you go tell George I won’t be able to come today? Don’t tell him what happened, just say some stuff came up.” Karl nodded, stepping away and once again making his footfalls audible and slow until the door shut quietly behind him. “Let’s go wrap your leg, make a splint or something.”

Sapnap kept his hand as steady as possible as he walked them to the bathroom, setting the other on the counter while he gathered the first aid kit. Pulling out a popsicle stick, he held it against the other’s leg to measure before cutting it down to size. As he wrapped Quackity’s leg to the stick with gauze, he began to speak.

“Before you get upset, hear me out, okay?” It was a little late for that, but he didn’t exactly have a choice. He pouted against the other’s fingers, making sure the blackette could see it.

“So, this is gonna sound crazy, I know, but I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t confident that it was true.” And that statement alone worried the man, because what the hell could possibly come out of his mouth next? As he finished wrapping his leg, tying it off neatly and carefully to not cut off circulation, he finished his statement. Apparently, the words his fiancé was going to tell him were the weirdest, and most heartbreaking thing he could imagine.

“Karl doesn’t remember you, Quackity.”

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #injury tw #body horror tw #starvation tw #remember me my love

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maysoulrose · 2 years ago

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The Thief and The Moon | Skyrim fanfic | chpt 7

a self indulgent Brynjolfxdragonborn fanfic

———————————Chapter 7————————————

“Hey, have you seen Allustria?” Brynjolf poked his head from behind a makeshift wall in the flagon. Just past the bar was a double bed, and this ‘wall’ was there to give it a little more privacy. Vekel looked up from his tankard he was wiping down.

“Yeah, she went out to do that job Mercer gave her. She’s been gone a couple hours, maybe.”

Brynjolf sighed. Not sure if he was bummed out or relieved. His little situation the night before made him too nervous to sleep across from her, so he passed out on this bed instead. He wanted to see her, to make sure things weren’t weird. Hoping she wasn’t able to figure out his… problem.

“Ah! Here she is.” Vekel nudged his shoulder in her direction. Brynjolf whipped around to look. His jaw dropped.

Her hair was wet, clinging to new armor. Her cleavage curved behind the straps, naked hips were visible from the exposed sides of the leather armor. Water droplets danced down the curves of her skin, making her glisten. Damn the Gods, she was more beautiful than he remembered.

“What do you think this is worth?” She handed the little bee statue to Delvin, who was sitting in his usual spot. He looked up from his work, and whistled.

“That’s quite the outfit ya got there.” He leaned back and drank her in from head to toe. “How about I take you to the back room, and you can show me how to take it off.” He winked.

“Ah-ah-ah~” Allustria dangled the golden bee in front of him. “First tell me what this is worth” slowly batting her white lashes at him. His eyes focused on the trinket.

“Well, well, I was lookin’ for this li’l beauty. Sure, I’ll buy it from ya.”

Allustria smiled and took his coin, content with the trade. She appreciated his constant flirting with her which would hopefully get Brynjolf wanting her even more. Was he the jealous type? Only time will tell.

She looked over at the beautiful man. He had a firm grip on the edge of the bar, his knuckles turning white. A promising sign. She smiled at him. Brynjolf straightened himself out when he saw her approaching. She stopped just inches from his chest and held out her hand, expectantly. A wave of confusion washed over him. She clears her throat.

“Payment for the GoldenGlow job.”

Brynjolf’s eyes light up

“Seriously?!” Without thinking, he scoops her up into a hug and twirls her around. She can’t help but laugh. He sets her down, “c’mon, we should get to Mercer.”

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“Here’s what was in the elf’s safe.” Allustria hands over the documents to Mercer. He scans them over.

“So. The idiot sold GoldenGlow”

“What?” Brynjolf gasped. “What was he thinking? Maven will be furious.”

“Exactly. That’s why we need to figure out to whom he sold it to.” Mercer pinched the bridge of his nose. “The only hint we have is this little symbol.”

Brynjolf took a look at it. It was a little dagger with a black circle. He didn’t recognize it either.

“While I look into this, Maven has a job for us, and she asked for you specifically.” Mercer directed his attention to Allustria. “She said she’d be waiting at the Bee and Barb. Best not keep her waiting.” Mercer signaled the end of the conversation by sweeping his hand toward them, telling them to get lost. He bent over his desk once again and studied the papers.

“Alright Lass! Moving up in the ranks are we?” Brynjolf gave her a pleased grin, rubbing his hands together. They turned and began walking to the dining area.

“That seems sudden. Did she already get news about GoldenGlow?” They sit across from each other at the table.

“Nah, this must be about something else. You’ll be fine. If she wanted you dead, she’d be looking to the Dark Brotherhood, not asking to speak with you.”

Allustria pursed her lips, holding back a little knowing smile, and sipped some water out of her mug.

“I see.”

Seeing how they were chatting like old friends, Allustria decided that last night’s scandals weren’t going to make things awkward. That’s good. That also means that he’s oblivious to what she heard. She blushed a little at the thought and hid her cheeks behind her mug. The table was covered in cooked fish, breads, honey nut treats, and assorted drinks. They ate together while Allustria filled him in on the details of her lone raid of the Estate. She avoided telling him about the one casualty.

Meanwhile, she tried to think of ways to get the man riled up. She wanted to play with him. Get him flustered. The only thing she could think of, was to lean forward slightly and let her laced armor do its job. Though she felt a little weird, being overly flirtatious with him. That wasn’t something she was used to though, she’d normally flirt and sleep with anyone to get what she needed done. Jobs or pleasure wise. She felt herself genuinely liking him. He was strangely inviting.

Brynjolf was happy to see the woman. They may have only met a day ago, and she’d only been gone since this morning, but it felt like weeks. Not knowing where she was or if she was injured, or worse. A weight had been lingering over him that only lifted now that they were comfortably chatting together. He would get lost in her eyes. Wanting to place his hand on hers while she told him how the job went. He loved when she would smile. How her sultry lips would stretch across her white teeth and make her cheeks prominent and rosy. How she would sometimes look embarrassed and would hide behind whatever was in her hands at the moment. His heart fluttered when she leaned forward, giving him a front row seat to her chest.

There was no way of telling time down here, other than the light shining down from the center of the cistern. It was coming in at more of an angle, and not as bright as before showing the sun had begun to set. Allustria noticed this and sighed.

“Well, I shouldn’t keep Maven waiting any longer.” She stood from her seat and stretched her arms way over her head, bending from one side to the other. Brynjolf’s eyes lingered on her exposed skin, down to her hips, to the tops of her thighs. The armor she wore pulled up slightly as she moved her body. He swallowed at the sight. He loved that little shimmer her skin gave off. It was beautiful and begged to be touched. Gods, he wanted to kiss her thighs. Have them on either side of his face, squishing him.

“I’ll be back soon.” She promised and headed toward the ladder. She made sure to brush against Brynjolf just a bit, as she passed, before leaving the cistern.

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Maven was waiting on the second floor of the inn, book in hand, and an empty chair across from her. She licked her thumb and turned the page, then her eyes focused past the book, suddenly noticing the chair was now occupied.

“My, you’re quiet.” She went back to her book, finishing the sentence before setting it down. She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember requesting an assassin.”

“I’m a member of the Thieves Guild now.” Allustria smiled, warmly.

“Oh. Well now, isn’t that interesting? Shame, you were my favorite to hire. I didn’t realize Brynjolf’s new prize was someone I was already acquainted with.” Allustria’s heart gave a little tug of excitement at that remark. “This makes things easier though. I know I can trust you to get this done.” She continued. “I’m in need of someone to take a trip to Whiterun. Clear out the meadery down there of its pests. Including the current owner. Talk with Mallus Maccius. He’ll fill you in.”

“I’ll head there right away.” Allustria gave Maven a nod and left her to her reading. The thought of ‘Brynjolf’s new prize’ lingered in her mind. She wondered how he speaks of her when she’s not there.

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The sun had set. Torchbugs and Luna moths flurried in groups near patches of flowers. Allustria took her time getting back to the guild. Taking in the quiet sounds. Not a soul to be seen. She leaned on the railing of the bridge just past the entrance to the tavern. The night air playing in her hair. The sounds of creaking wood and sloshing water coming in waves below her. Along with the crickets rubbing their little legs together.

Her mind drifted and imagined Brynjolf finding her up here, putting his hand on hers and listening to the sounds with her. She thought it was a little cheesy and embarrassing to want something so simple like that. Allustria tried to think of what she’d tell the man about her trip to Whiterun. Maybe… Maybe he’d want to go with her…

“Something the matter, Lass?” Brynjolf’s intoxicating voice hit her from behind. She whipped around.

“By the Gods Brynjolf, you scared me!” Hand over her chest. He grinned and scratched the back of his head

“Payback for last time,” He joined her at the rail.

“What are you doing up here?”

“A man can’t get a drink at the inn?”

Allustria turned and looked at him. “You’re in full Thieves Guild armor. I don’t think that would have been smart.” She laughs, clearly not buying his excuse.

“Fine. I… thought you were taking a little longer than necessary, so I… wanted to make sure you were okay.” He was embarrassed to admit it.

“Awe, did you miss me that much?” Allustria teased.

She inhaled deeply and leaned into him with her exhale. Head resting against his shoulder. It may have only been a small gesture, but the action felt like a lift in their friendship. A sign of comfort between them. Brynjolf smiled, warmly, and looked down at the top of her head. She smelled nice.

“Maven has a job for me in Whiterun.” Allustria told him. His heart sank.

“That’s a long ways away.”

“Yeah. I’ll be gone for a couple of days at least.” She wanted to ask him to come with, but was too shy to go through with it.

“What’s the job?”

“Oh something about the meadery down there. I don’t know all the details yet.”

“That’s a.. Long walk to go on your own.”

“… It is.” Allustria’s heart began beating faster ‘please ask to come with!’

“Do you… I mean— Would you… want some… company?” He asked, feeling hopeful. She turned her head to look up at him. She could kiss him right now, but she held back her urges. Not yet.

Brynjolf’s heart melted. Their faces were so close to each other, and the way she looked longingly at him almost killed him.

“Let’s go~” She smiled. Butterflies filled Brynjolf’s core.

“Alright, let’s go.”

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#brynjolf #delvin #thieves guild #skyrim #elderscrolls #fanfic #fanfiction #brynjolf fanfiction #skyrim fanfiction #brynjolf x dragonborn #skyrim oc #dark elf #the thief and the moon

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von327 · 2 months ago

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A little thing to cope with the end of Arcane

"I can't believe it??!!! You guys fought a war while I was out and even died??"

Ezreal was not happy, you know, he should be present in the fight, show those noxians whos boss, but nooo, everything needed to be resolved before he got back.

Caitlyn, Vi, Jayce, Viktor and Ekko were at Heimerdinger's office when an explosive and agitated Ezreal almost broke the door.

" It's not like when could control it Ez, but you know, I am very happy that you didn't have to go through any of it "

Caitlyn looked sweetly at the blonde, she was glad he did not have to suffer like the others did, or even died in the process, for the first time she found good he was on one of his crazy adventures.

" Hm, I still don't know how you guys are here thou "

The explorer looked at Jayce and Viktor, who were holding hands while sitting on one of the couches.

" We don't know either Ez, just that one moment where in this astral plane of some sort and out of nowhere we woke up besides the FireFlithers tree "

Viktor explained shortly.

"Yeah and naked, I didn't needed to see that "

The girls gave a little chuckle at Ekko's comment and the other two got flustered, " as we would know it¹? " Exclaimed Viktor.

" Well, while in Shurime I found this gauntlet, what if we test it with Hextec..."

"NO!!!!"

Ez was taken by surprise by everyone's shout and agitated expression.

Heimer clears his throat and continues the conversation.

" Ezreal, my boy, maybe we can have some other experiences in the future, but for now, I think we can take a break from science "

Wanting to change the subject Vi gives Cait a little shake in the arm.

"Cupcake, will you ask him about that?" She whispers in the xerif's ear.

" Oh! Yes! Ez, now that you're back, I was going to ask if you wanted to be my man of honor at our wedding "

" Seriously?! Yes! I Will! "

The boy gave Caitlyn a big hug, he was happy for her, she was one of his only friends so it would be an honor for him.

" Well if Cait did ask when should as well no Vik? "

The couple looked at Ekko who made a confused face.

" Will you be our man of honor Ekko? "

They looked expectantly at the firefligth, Ekko put his hand on his chin and looked at the ceiling like he was in thought.

" Of course I do " He says with a smile.

" And I will officialize the ceremonies!! " Exclaimed Heimer while clapping his hands.

Everyone was having a little celebration about the situation, until Ekko talks again.

" Vi, I thinks there's someone else you will want as your "man of honor"

"What are saying Ekko?"

Ekko took out of his box a letter, it looked kinda rashed and there was no sender on it.

She makes a confused sound and opens the letter:

Hey Sis,

Has been some time huh, I don't know what the fuck just happen to be honest, one moment everything was white and in the other I was laying underneath one of Janna's statues from Zaun, I never prayed, but this time I did, I guess it's a new chance no?

Me and Sevika are trying to make this place go back in other, it's a fucking mess, don't arrest me this time you hear me, I suggest a truce, so we could see each other what do you think?

Also you wouldn't believe who I found in one of the small clandestine hospitals, if I am back, Viktor is too right? Does he have some good parts to create those things to help people who are recovering to walk? Well we will be waiting!

Signed Jinx and Isha (>‿◠)✌

Hope it helped somehow

#arcane #fixing canon #let us cope ao3 #jayvik #caitvi

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ravagedarkness · 2 years ago

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Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 40: The Bar

The two of us dozed off sometime later. I guess exhaustion kicked in. We didn’t get that much sleep on the plane, between me being mad at her, us working on a new suit, and her venting about a couple of major issues. So, in hindsight, I didn’t have much to complain about.

I was taken out of my sleep when I heard knocking on the door. In my ear, I heard MJ groan.

“Hey Michelangelo,” Craig hollered from behind the door. “Mr. La Roux wants to talk with us in his room.”

“I’ll be there in a minute!” I hollered back.

“Aight!”

I sighed. Michelle placed her forearm on her chest before she propped herself up.

“Duty calls, I’m guessing,” MJ said, voice raspy from slumber.

“Life as a superhero,” I replied.

A couple of minutes later, we were in Scott’s room. While I was still dressed in my t-shirt and grey sweatpants, MJ put on one of my pairs of jeans and a long sleeved shirt under my blue plaid button up.

“I hope all of you were able to rest well,” Scott said as he looked around at all of us.

“Surprisingly, yeah,” Craig replied. He then smirked devilishly. “How did you and Joanna rest?”

“Very well,” Joanna replied. She leaned her shoulder into Scott’s. “He’s quite good with his hands.” All of the American Idiots, myself included, looked straight at Scott with wide eyes. Scott, himself, looked like he would have turned bright red had it not been for his dark skin. Joanna chuckled. “Relax, everyone. He just gave me a backrub – one I really needed.”

“You should feel special,” Kitty commented. “Scott doesn’t give backrubs to any lady.”

At that, Scott cleared his throat. “Can we please get down to business?” he asked as Ned and Betty smothered a laugh behind their hands. “Anyway, we have a lead. Joanna, if you will.”

“I shall, sweetie,” she stated, prompting Scott to give her a glare. She chuckled a bit before a serious expression came over her face. “In all seriousness, though, I reached out to some of my contacts still within the area. There is a bar slash night club outside of Palm Springs, not too far away from here. A lot of people – especially Spring Breakers – flock to this place since they’re not really strict on checking the ID of their patrons. One of the regulars there is Doug Johnson III.”

“Is he a friend of yours?” I asked. At that, Joanna scoffed.

“Hardly an acquaintance, if that. He was recruited as part of Hammer Industries’ security team along with me. Like me, he has a military background – U.S. Army, in his case. Allegedly, serving runs in his family. He’d brag about how his grandfather was a part of the U.S. Air Force back when it was The Army Air Corps and that said grandfather even ran some missions with Captain America back in World War II. Doug The Third and I worked together for a little bit before he was reassigned. I didn’t think anything of it. He was rather forward about wanting to get into my pants, and I was this close to literally ripping his junk off, so I was glad he was gone.” At that, every guy in the room shifted in their spot uncomfortably. “But, unless he’s a jetsetter, he probably lives in this area. And, according to my contacts, he’s still employed with Hammer Industries.”

“Interesting,” Scott commented. He looked up towards the ceiling in thought for a moment. He then nodded. “Well, we can play it two ways. Plan number one, we go to this bar, we wait around until he shows up, and we get him to let his guard down. Plan number two, we try to find his address and do a stakeout. Either way, we’ll have to capture him and get some answers out of him.”

“The bar is the safer bet, I think,” Kitty spoke. “We can go to the bar and blend in. But depending on what neighborhood he lives in, driving through could put some unwanted attention on us.”

“So I’m guessing we’re using quick change outfits tonight?” Craig asked.

“I believe that would be best,” Scott confirmed.

“So what do we do?” Betty asked.

Scott stared at Betty for some seconds. He took in a breath. “…I’m tempted to tell you guys to stay here. But we’re on a trip together, and it’d be rather contradictory to our cover story if you three stay behind.”

Ned smiled. “Does that mean…?”

“That means you’re on a short leash,” Craig interjected. “And it also means if anything goes left, you guys haul.”

“We got it,” MJ replied.

“I do have my laptop with me,” Ned added. “I can stay in the SUV and be The Guy In The Chair, as per usual.”

“I’ll have Edith sync up with your laptop, in that case,” I stated. “Between your VPN and Edith, you should be able to help from outside.”

“Okay, we have one hour to get ready,” Scott declared. “I expect you all at the vehicle at that time. Understood?”

“Crystal,” Craig replied.

“Good.”

An hour later, we were in the SUV heading for the bar. We had to make a short stop, though – we were in need of gas. So, when we pulled into the gas station, everyone but Joanna and I filed out. With my glasses on, I had Edith shutdown the station’s surveillance system. After that, I quietly sat in the second row. Joanna was in the front passenger seat. After a couple of minutes of quiet, Joanna turned in her seat and looked at me.

“You can talk, you know?” she said with a smile.

I chuckled nervously. “Sorry,” I apologized. “I guess I’m just focused on the mission.”

“No worries. Um…” She tilted her head. “I have to ask, though. Are you a mutant?”

I shook my head. “I’m not.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Interesting. So how did you end up as an X-Man?”

“…It’s a long story.” I went quiet for a bit. Joanna looked at me. She then raised her hands.

“Okay, I get it. I’m still the outsider here.”

“It’s not that. It’s just…” I paused for a moment. “…When they found me, I was in a very, VERY bad place.”

“Did it have to do with Mysterio?” Joanna inquired.

I nodded. “It had a lot to do with Mysterio. Because what of he did, I was in a situation that I handled very badly. I… I was trying my very best to pick up the pieces and stupid me thought that it would be best for everyone, myself included, if I just cut ties with everyone and self-isolate and… the X-Men helped showed me that it was the opposite of best, you know?” I paused again. “…Everyone you see here with me? They basically saved my life – figuratively and probably literally, too.”

“A good support system is usually good for that,” Joanna stated. “I know I don’t know you that well, but I don’t think someone has to be mad close to you to know that a New York without Spider-Man is a worse place.” She gave me a smile, which I returned. “So, on a different note, what’s Scott’s deal? I feel like Craig’s been pushing me towards him hard. Now that I’m complaining, but…”

“Scott hasn’t dated anybody since he and his wife broke up,” I replied. “I don’t want to go into any details since it’s not my place to say, and I just got the SparkNotes version of what happened. But I can say they split on very good terms.”

“I see.” Joanna nodded as she slowly looked off to the side in thought. “Good to know.”

I smirked. “Do you like Scott? Like, you know, like-like.”

She looked back at me and returned the smirk. “MAAAAYBE.”

As she said that, the others returned. As Scott started pumping the gas, the rest of the American Idiots filed into the vehicle. MJ moved into the seat next to me. She then dumped a lot of protein bars into my lap, along with three bottles of Gatorade Fit and three cans of Celsius. I looked down at the stash, then at her.

“Eat, nerd,” she ordered.

After the short stop at the gas station, we made our way to the bar. The place… it looked rather shady. It was a decently sized brick and mortar building with tinted windows. It was two stories. There was a balcony, where two scantily clad women danced suggestively to the rhythm of the song that was blaring from inside. The only sign I saw was a neon sign that portrayed a martini glass and a music note.

“What is this place called, anyway?” Scott asked.

“It’s just called The Bar,” Joanna replied. “Not exactly the most brilliant name, I know.”

We pulled into the parking lot. There were people on the outside in the line to get in. All of us X-Men were in quick change outfits with our masks tucked away. Joanna, for her part, was dressed in pair of tight fitting jeans, a black halter top, and a pair of black flats. Betty wore a navy blue evening gown. MJ wore the same clothes she was wearing during the meeting in Scott’s motel room.

As Scott cut the ignition to the SUV, Ned had his laptop ready. Craig handed small communicators to everyone, and I used Edith to synch them all as we put the communicators in our respective ears. Ned passed around his laptop once he had Doug Johnson’s picture up. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He had quite the lantern jaw. In this picture, he had a smirk on his face. Honestly, he reminded me of B.J. Blazkowicz, minus the scar.

“That’s him,” Joanna confirmed. “I already made arrangements for us to have a table. It’s not VIP, but it’ll get us inside quickly.”

“Can’t ask for much more,” Scott replied. “Once we’re inside, we’ll keep our eyes open for Doug. Then we’ll work from there. Preferably, I’d like to isolate him and get him to talk.”

Joanna tapped her chin with her index finger as she pondered. “Um, isolating him won’t be too hard, I don’t think.” She looked at us. “Doug’s been fiending to get in my pants. Let’s make him think he’ll get his fix. When I see him, I can charm him. And when I get him alone, we can corner him.”

“…Okay, where are we going to corner him at?” I asked. Everyone else looked at me with a slight glare. I glared at them back. “I’m sorry, do I look like someone who goes to a bar or nightclub?”

Kitty sighed as she shook her head. “The bathroom, sweetie. We’ll be cornering him in the bathroom.”

I blushed as I looked down at my lap. MJ patted my shoulder consolingly.

“It’s not your fault Peter,” she cooed gently. “Not everybody is willing to have sex in public places like Ned and Betty.”

“Dude!” Ned exclaimed as Betty gave MJ a glare. Craig covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to hold back his laughter.

“Are you sure you want to go that route, Joanna?” Scott asked. “I don’t mind going with that plan, but I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

Joanna looked at Scott and gave him an earnest smile. “I appreciate your concern, but I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t down.” She then leaned over and whispered into Scott’s ear and whispered. “Besides, it takes a lot to get on this ride, and you’re the only one with the ticket.” I don’t think anyone else could hear it, but I heard it clearly. She pulled away and winked at Scott, leaving him with a blank expression. He then cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well, it’s settled. Let’s go inside. Cover identities from here on out, okay?”

“Got it,” I replied. I then patted Ned on the shoulder. “Don’t get too bored.”

“I won’t,” he assured. “Let’s just get this guy.”

We made our way out of the car. Following Joanna, we made our way to the front of the bar. After a small chat with the bouncer, we were let in. We were met by a hostess up front, who led us to our table. As I had Edith scrub footage of us, I looked around and scoped the place out. It was dimly lit by lamps hanging from the ceiling. The air smelled like alcohol and tobacco. As we moved through the crowd, I noticed a lot of people giving us looks of interest. I didn’t know how to feel about that – I was still amazed that I managed to have MJ as my girlfriend. I still wasn’t used to being desired.

On the walls were random murals. I came to a stop when I saw a mural of myself – Spider-Man – with the word “Murderer” branded on my chest. Suddenly, I didn’t want to be here. I felt someone nudge me in the shoulder. I turned my head to see MJ smiling at me.

“Whoever painted that is definitely not earning an art scholarship,” she commented.

I raised my eyebrows briefly. “Yeah, but he definitely feels some type of way about Spider-Man.”

At that, MJ scoffed. “Fuck ‘em.”

I chuckled as we walked to catch up with the others. We ended up at a round table. As we took our seats, I used Edith to search through the surveillance system to find anyone that looked like Doug. But, there was no luck.

“How long are we going to be here for?” I asked.

“Probably one or two o’clock in the morning,” Scott replied. “It could be a while.” He looked at Joanna. “Are you sure he’ll be here?”

“My contacts are rarely wrong, Erik,” Joanna assured. “And even when they are, they’re only slightly off. He’ll be here.”

“So what do we until then?” Betty asked.

Joanna smirked. “Well… when in Rome…” She waved down a passing waitress. “Sweetheart, would you kindly get us a round Coke and Hennessy.” The waitress nodded before she walked away.

“Tempo, sweetie,” Scott whispered. “Need I remind you that – ”

“We’re blending in, aren’t we?” Joanna leaned in and rubbed her shoulder against Scott’s. “It’s going to look a bit suspicious if we’re at this table all night. Let’s all have drinks and have some fun as we keep our eyes open.”

“She kind of has a point,” Ned added, his voice sounding only slight distorted from over our communication devices. “Even with me and Edith, spreading out and having more eyes covering the ground couldn’t hurt.”

Scott paused for a moment. He then nodded. “Fine,” he conceded. As the waitress returned with our drinks, he held up his index finger. “But only one drink, you hear me?”

Joanna gave him a grimace. “You’re going to be that guy?”

“Yes I am.”

“Okay, Bloodsport,” Craig snarked. The waitress placed our drinks in front of us. After we gave her our thanks, Craig grabbed his glass and raised it. “To the safe rescue of Carmilla.”

“To the hell we’ll probably have to both go through and unleash for that to happen,” Joanna added as she raised her glass.

Betty raised hers. “To the extra cramming for finals I’ll have to do after this adventure,” she stated.

“To the X-Men kicking Scorpion and Hammer’s asses next time we get our hands on them,” Kitty chimed in, raising her glass well.

“To the aneurysm Jonah’s going to have when that happens,” Ned chuckled over through our communication devices.

“To being the girlfriend to both the dorkiest and most wonderful guy I know,” MJ said, raising her glass as she smiled at me.

Finally, I raised my glass. “…To finally feeling like I have all of the pieces picked up off of the ground.”

We brought our glasses together as we all muttered a nigh-collective “Cheers”. I then took a sip. I grimaced a bit. MJ laughed as she leaned against me. All of the others drank their respective drinks with no problems. Deciding to suck it up, I downed the rest of the drink before I placed the glass down.

“Alright, let’s split up,” Scott said. “Tempo you’re with me – shut the hell up Clayton – Michel, stick with Mary. And Reine and Clayton, you two stick with Elizabeth. I’m pretty sure Roderick would appreciate it.”

“Got it, Mr. Le Roux,” Craig replied as he pulled out a few bills and dropped them on the table. “Let’s make moves.” At this point, a song started to play. Craig smiled as he stood up. “Ah man, they’re playing a song from ho-, er, I mean… South Florida.” It took me a moment to realize that Craig forgot that we’re supposed to be from Houston. I gave him a pointed look, but listened to the song anyway.

“What is this?” I asked.

He smiled at me. “I’m So High by Grind Mode.”

“Dance with me nerd,” MJ demanded as she stood up and grabbed my hand. She pulled me up to my feet and dragged me to a spot on the floor that wasn’t occupied by people that were already dancing. She moved to the beat, and I soon followed suit. Using Edith, I kept tabs on the others by way of the security system, having her scrub the footage when I felt the need to. Joanna and Scott were off to the side, speaking with each other and looking like they were having a good time in each other’s company. Craig, Kitty, and Betty were dancing off to the side, just enjoying the music. This left me to multitask – to both have a good time with MJ and try to stay on the lookout. This was hard considering that MJ had her back against the front of my body as she grinded against me. I froze for a moment. MJ grabbed my hands and placed them on my hips.

“Move with me, will you?” she encouraged. I took in a breath.

“Edith, please alert me if anyone matching Doug’s description is seen on surveillance,” I ordered.

“Will do, Michelangelo,” Edith replied. “While I have you here, do I have to be concerned about your rising heartrate?”

I cleared my throat. “No, I’m good, Edith.”

I focused on dancing with MJ. As the songs continued to play – from 90’s/2000’s R&B hits like Say My Name and Jumpin’ Jumpin’ by Destiny’s Child, to more modern EDM songs like Revolution by Diplo, and even Afrobeats tunes like Peru by Fireboy DML – MJ and I continued to dance with no space between us. I couldn’t help but think of how quickly we’d get reprimanded, if not kicked out, for dancing the way we were if this was a Midtown High function. But, for the most part, I didn’t care. I was enjoying my time with MJ. The more we dance, the bolder I got as I my hands roamed her body, though I made sure not to get TOO brave with my exploration. At one point, I started kissing the side of her neck as she gently held my head against her shoulder.

We eventually took a break, sitting back at our table. She leaned against me and had her head on my shoulder.

“So, was it the alcohol that got you all touchy-feely, or do I bring that side out of you?” MJ asked in a mischievous tone.

I gave it a bit of thought. I then tilted my head briefly. “You know what?” I replied. “I think it may be both. But considering how quickly my body can metabolize alcohol, I’d say it’s more of the latter.”

“So you can’t get drunk?”

“Not even if I wanted. I know this because I tried once.”

MJ raised her head and looked at me. “…When?”

“It was two weeks or so after the You-Know-What.” Of course, I was referring to The Spell. “I had a particularly bad night of patrolling. I had to deal with this one idiot who think 5G towers are part of some worldwide conspiracy. So, of course he drove up to this tower in a truck fitted with enough C4 to make Fiona from Burn Notice rethink her life decisions. I couldn’t disarm it in time, so I had to drive this truck through the streets of New York and send it off a harbor. I dived out of the car before it went over, but it exploded before it could hit the water.”

“I remember that,” MJ stated. “There wasn’t any footage, but the witnesses were surprised you weren’t dead.”

“So was I,” I replied. I frowned. “I remember hiding out until I could heal enough to swing home. Once I did, I had to stitch myself up. It was painful. All I could think of was how I missed everyone and how’d they help me if they were there. So, I grabbed the cup of moonshine I was using as disinfectant – I ‘confiscated’ it from a mafia-ran hideout – and I downed the whole thing, trying to drown my sorrows. All that happened was me wondering if my urine would be flammable.”

MJ raised her eyebrows. “Um, full disclosure, you didn’t…?”

I scoffed. “No, MJ, I did not try to pee over an open flame.”

“That’d be one interesting way to improvise a flamethrower, though.”

“If by interesting, you mean painful, then I agree.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt everyone,” Edith spoke up. I turned my head off to the right. “There are a group of seven men who just entered. They’re making their way to the bar. One of them matches the picture shown on Ned’s laptop. I do believe it is Doug Johnson III.” I looked towards the bar. Sure enough, a group of six muscular men were making their way to the bar, dressed in jeans and white t-shirts.

“Oh would you look at that,” Craig commented. “If ‘Vitamins and Prayers’ was people.”

“Wouldn’t that be Hulk Hogan?” Ned pointed out.

“There is a list of Hulks and and list of Hogans I acknowledge. Hulk Hogan is not on either one of them.”

“Looks like it’s time for me to do my thing,” Joanna stated. There was a pause for a moment. “Erik, don’t look at me like that. I’ll be fine. Just, stick to the plan, okay?”

“Okay Tempo,” Scott said quietly. “Just… be careful.”

“You know I will. Anyway, let’s see if I can get this guy to charm me.”

I felt MJ’s hand wrap around my own. I looked at her and gave her a reassuring smile. I then looked forward and watched the surveillance footage. Joanna walked up to the bar and took a seat. It didn’t take long for her to get their attention.

“Hey guys, look at what we got here!” one of them stated with absolutely no tact.

“Looks like we got ourselves a tall drink of water!” another one replied.

“Men,” Kitty commented with a sigh.

“Well, excuse us!” Ned replied.

I didn’t say anything. I just continued to focus on the footage. Finally, Doug spoke up.

“Hey, why don’t you let me buy you a drink?” he offered.

“Tempting,” Joanna stated. “But I only drink with those who can go on this ride with no issues.”

“Oh, I’m more than fit for that ride. Problem is, once I go on it, I’ll make sure it’s closed down for a while.”

“…This guy’s game is almost worse than Flash’s,” Betty commented. At that, I had to smother a snicker.

“Is that right?” Joanna responded to Doug. “Well let’s skip the pleasantries. If you can break me off something proper, then I’ll buy you and your whole crew a round. And then we can leave and really go on a rollercoaster.” At that, I blushed, because Good Lord!

“You’re on!” Doug grunted out. “You want to take it to the parking lot or…”

“If you’re as good as you say you are, then I shouldn’t be able to walk too far.”

At that, Doug chuckled. “Alright, bathroom it is.”

I watched as Doug and Joanna stood up from the bar and made their way to the bathroom. Edith, without asking, changed cameras, switching to a feed that showed the bathroom area. Joanna and Doug slipped into the men’s bathroom. About thirty seconds later, two of Doug’s entourage was standing outside of the door, keeping watch.

“Alright, baby, I’m going to show you what Big Doug is working with!” Doug boasted.

“You know, as appealing as that sounds, I’m more interested in why Big Doug is working for Hammer all the way out here,” Joanna replied.

“…Um, what?” Doug muttered out.

I heard a crash over the audio, followed by the sound of something being dunked in some water. After some seconds, there was a sound of something being slammed, followed by some gurgling.

“I know who you work for Doug,” Jade muttered threateningly. “The people I’m currently working for have some questions. You’re going to answer them.”

“I don’t know shit!” Doug replied with a strained breath.

“…Well, you never were that smart.”

I heard the sound of a slap followed by some moments of silence. After that, Joanna spoke up. “So, Doug is out cold. How’s it looking out there?”

“There are two men outside the door, and I’m sure his friends that are still at the bar are ready to move in.” I sighed. “How do you want to play this, Erik?”

There was a brief silence. Then there was a sigh. “…Reine, I need you to get Temp and Doug out of there,” Erik ordered. “Clayton, Reine will need a distraction.”

“Got it,” Craig replied.

I watched from the security footage as Craig approached the bathroom. As expected, he was stopped by one of the men.

“Sorry, bathroom is occupied,” the man said.

“Look man, I’m just trying to deliver some of Granny’s peach tea,” Craig responded in protest.

“And I’m telling you, kid, this bathroom is occupied.”

“I ain’t got time for this, bro. You either let me through, or I’m pissing right here.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” the other man said. “Get out of here before you get folded.” And then, for good measure, he stepped forward and shoved Craig. Craig was forced to take a step back. He then chuckled as he nodded. Before the larger man could react, Craig sent a kick in between his legs. As the man buckled, the other guy tried to grab Craig. Craig was quicker though, turning before he cracked the larger man in the face with a rather nasty looking forearm, knocking him to the ground. Craig huffed out a breath before he looked over his shoulder. He then casually stepped aside. From off screen, I saw other bodies slide into a heap as if they all slipped on ice.

“Guys, I got Tempo and Doug out of there,” Kitty spoke over the frequency. “We need to move now.”

“I’ll meet you guys out front,” Craig muttered. “I need to dip.” He ran off. I looked towards the bar to see him hop over the counter and run into the back. During this, Betty quickly walked up to me and MJ.

“You guys ready to go?” Betty asked.

“Let’s go,” I stated.

We all made our exits, meeting Scott at the front door as I ordered Edith to delete any recorded footage the bar has and to shut down the whole surveillance system until we were gone. By the time we made our way to the SUV and entered it, Craig was already in the driver’s seat, Kitty was right behind him next to Ned, and Joanna was in the back. MJ and I took the seats in Joanna’s row. Scott took shotgun as Betty took the seat next to Ned. I looked over my shoulder to see Doug’s prone body. Not wanting to take any chances, I turned my body until I was on my knees. I brought my right hand out and shot a burst of webbing towards Doug, webbing him down. I then sat back down. During this, Craig started the SUV before he sped out the parking lot. Once we hit the open road, Joanna spoke up.

“So, whereto?” she asked.

“I think I saw an abandoned gas station on our way here,” Betty spoke up. “I think it is… or was… a Vons.”

“Is that right?” Scott replied. He then nodded. “Let’s take him there.”

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