#on god i have never needed somebody's dick so crazy deep inside me so bad in all my 30 years

[sjweminem]

JUST MOANED A LITTLE BIT MY BAD

[elysianslove]

oh boy idk if you’ve ever talked about this before (i’m new to the blog, and you’re so very talented!!! you make my dumb horny heart just 🦋🦋) BUT what are your thoughts on which of the haikyuu boys are best/worst at being edged? like who’s begging and crying after 20 minutes and who’s able to hold out for hoouurrs before getting just a touch whiny. i. need to know. for science 🤲🏼

thank you so much!!! welcome to the blog my love 🥺 but omg. thoughts. so many. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN HANDLE EDGING 

matsukawa issei; he’s purely holding out this long out of spite. as if he has something to prove, which he very much does. he’s barely bucking up into you, trying his best to hold his pants and his hisses from how borderline painful this is, but you can see how tense he is. his abs keep spasming, his biceps flexing as he fists the sheets. he keeps his legs spread for you though, lets you suck at his cock, fondle his balls, stroke at the base and squeeze at the tip with your much smaller hand. he lasts a good an hour and 10 minutes. honestly, genuinely impressive. he won’t let you get off easy though, good luck with that. 

oikawa tōru; originally, i’d think he’d be so bad at this, but honestly, oikawa’s orgasm control is so impressive? even when he’s fucking you, he’s lowkey edging himself because he always holds off until you cum. so letting you edge him isn’t too much of a problem. he definitely cries and begs like a bitch, but he lasts, oh he lasts. approximately 35 ish minutes. definitely cums without warning and without permission, and you can’t decide whether he did it on purpose to piss you off or because he genuinely couldn’t continue. it’s okay, just overstimulate him till he’s crying all over again. tōru’s a very pretty crier, after all <3

kita shinsuke; oh my god, the best boy. he’d last days if you asked him to. he’ll be quietly, as quietly as he can, panting and whining and groaning, silent tears streaming down his face every time you pull away from his cock. every time he bucks his hips up, it’s followed by a trail of “sorry, sorry, m’sorry,” that it’s just so adorable. has you cooing at him, soothingly rubbing at his thigh and murmuring that it’s okay, that he’s doing so good. he lasts around 45 minutes, but when he cums, he promises to do better next time, to last longer. anything for you <3 

sugawara kōshi; this fucking masochist. he likes it. he likes the pain. probably was the one to suggest it to you. he sits between your spread legs, back pressed to your chest with your hand stroking his dick from behind. you stroke at him until he’s so close and pull away, watching as his cock bobs desperately, and he moans for it. he’s so vocal about it, begging and pleading, but when you go to ask him if he wants to cum yet, he tells you, “no, no, i can— more, more.” he lasts 2 whole hours. it’s like, kind of scary. he does pass out after and actually scare, but he gets up a minute later with a cheeky smile like, “again?”

miya atsumu; like oikawa, he will cry and sob so fucking much, and he’ll make such a mess, but god, does he last. atsumu thrives off of praise, and having you tell him how good he’s doing for you, such a good boy, atsumu, all for me? has him drooling for it. both him, and his cock. he’ll get a little dumb halfway, almost just letting you use him, but he does whine a lot, crying and pleading for you to let him cum, but it’s all bark and no bite. it barely has anything to it. i firmly believe he’d be one of top, lasting around an hour and 30 minutes, just because atsumu gets so lost in everything, including giving up control. 

kuroo tetsurō; another one to last mainly out of spite. he wants to prove to you it’s not much, it’s not that bad, it’s easy work. you quickly make him eat his words by the third time you pull away, and it just dawns on him that he’s the one that put himself in this position in the first place. it’s no one’s fault but his own, and because he doesn’t wanna seem like a coward, backing out so quick, he lasts at least 30 minutes, and gets through it without begging, only spitting out curses and panting and groaning deeply. 

akaashi keiji; sweet boy keiji definitely lasts, all for you. he’s not too vocal either, just light curses to himself, muffled moans, broken, bitten down sobs. he genuinely does love to let you have your fun with him, because submitting to you is just so satisfying. and i can see akaashi loving edging so much because of how good the orgasm that eventually comes is. like the moment you give him permission to, he’s seeing stars, and it’s why he lasts as long as he does, why he tries to push for longer. he lasts a good 45 minutes, and he’s been trying to beat that record for a while now. don’t worry, he will. 

sakusa kiyoomi; is so fucked out, so far gone, to the point that you don’t even think he’s in control of his own body anymore. even if you told him to cum, he wouldn’t. he’s so deep in this headspace of being under your control it’s incredible. it’s mesmerizing. he looks so pretty, cock so red and wet and hard as ever, painfully so, against his pale skin, twitching and bobbing and begging for attention. he lasts 40 minutes. it’s the most gorgeous 40 minutes of both your lives. 

asahi azumane; so good! such a good boy!!! doesn’t last so long, but definitely tries his best for you. it’s some 20 or so minutes in that he cums, but he immediately starts chanting out apologies, begging for you to forgive him, to give him another chance. he continues to try until he can last so long, but it’s the fact that he’s willing to that has your heart soaring and your body heating up. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CANNOT, WHATSOEVER, HANDLE EDGING

bokuto kōtarō; baby boy is crying 10 minutes in. he can’t handle it. if you tie him up, he’ll rip through them, flip you over, and fuck into you till he’s filling you up. he won’t even try. he watched a porn video where a person lasted an hour and thought, oh must be worth it, and asked you to try it on him. just. it’s just not for him. he prefers the pain of overstimulation over edging, forever. 

iwaizumi hajime; please he lasts like 2 minutes. he just hates it so much. on him, at least. he can edge you for hours, and he’d the most satisfied man on earth. but sit between his legs and tease him by sucking at his cock, only to pull away just as he’s about to cum? somebody clearly has a death wish <3 but do bring it up and ask to try it! he still won’t last lol. but make him last. watch him cry. make iwaizumi hajime cry. make him. it’s beautiful. 

kageyama tobio; mannnn kageyama can cum untouched, hands free, if you really tried. grind down against him for a minute and he’s cumming in his pants for you. he has no concept of orgasm control whatsoever, and if you tried it on him he’d just get angry at you??? like fine no sex for u tf. he lasts a good 5 minutes, so good for him or whatever. 

kozume kenma; he wants to last. he wants to. but you have him crying, sobbing, 20 minutes in, and he just unintentionally spills down your throat without warning. of course, you’d felt the twitch of his cock, but you’d wanted to see where his head was at exactly. after he came, he felt so humiliated, but he still forced eye contact with you and went, “do it again. i’ll last an hour this time.” like ok no problem for me :) 

ushijima wakatoshi; doesn’t realize he’s being edged, and when you pull away just as he’s about to cum he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan face like, “that was not very nice of you.” he just. finds it boring honestly. he doesn’t want to drag something out like that for so long. he indulges you, sure, but for like 3 minutes, before he’s like alright time to fuck you. 

hinata shōyō; hinata’s just way too overexcited. he really does put his mind to it, but i think he gets too in his head about it that he just ends up cumming right away. but it’s a ruined orgasm, cause you pull away just as he’s cumming, so it’s so not satisfying, but for some reason, hinata loved it? so yeah, lasts 0 seconds, but discovers new kink! 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN, BUT JUST DON’T WANT TO

suna rintarō; oh he most definitely can. you cannot convince me he wouldn’t be able to. as much as suna is lazy, he’s just as impatient, and he can barely handle how foreplay seems to drag on forever. he wants to be inside you, and he wants to be inside you now. it’s ridiculous. if he could though, he’d last a good hour probably. he just really doesn’t want to. 

daichi sawamura; could 100% do it if he really put his mind to it, but just. why? what’s the point of not orgasming? he just doesn’t get it </3 you can try to convince him by making him do it on you, but chances are he’s gonna realize how much he loves to do it to you only. daichi’s so possessive it’s crazy, and he gets this mischievous glint in his eye whenever he realizes how good something makes you feel, especially if it’s pain. he is a dangerous man. 

miya osamu; most definitely would be able to last hours, but again, he just doesn’t want to. it’s also not one of those situations where he prefers overstimulation either. like osamu’s plenty kinky, sure, but those two aren’t what cross his mind when you say, “let’s change things up a bit.” it’s not that he gets bored of it either. he just. doesn’t wanna do it. like he can spend time making you feel good, and vice versa, with way more different things. and he seems like a very in the moment guy, like choking you in the moment or making you squirt. yk :) 

satori tendō; oh tendō loves edging, just on you. he never really gives you a chance to ever try to with him, honestly. he just loves, loves, loves to edge you, but not because he wants to purposefully hurt you, but rather to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, to make you feel so good when he finally lets you cum. if you were to edge him, he’d honestly probably last over two hours. like not even exaggerating, he probably would. but no, you’re more fun! 

[mrs-takami-keigo]

Idk if you do nsfw but... Hawks masturbating while thinking of his crush and moaning their name, then their crush walks in on them and they have sexxy timee

NSFW is my middle name~ Especially when it comes to my bird husband. I also made this a non-binary reader and this was my first time doing that, I hope you like it and it’s not horrible!

I’m slowly going through all my requests, I’m sorry it’s taking so long. My job has me working INSANE hours but I'm tryna get back into the swing of things. I have three days off this week so I’m hoping I can get more requests done, also I am working on Something to Somebody part 3. So maybe that will come out too!!

Parings Hawks X Non-Binary! Reader

Rating:Explicit!!! 18+ 

Permanent tag list: @gr0vndz3ro @katsukikitten @prismaroyal @hawks-senseis @kingtamakimurder 

You stood at the door in utter and complete shock. Your boss, Hawks, had his pants open, head resting on the back of the small couch in his office while his wings were stretched out behind him. Cock in his hand, slowly moving his hand up and down the hardened shaft. Small whimpers fell from his lips before he bit them as he moaned your name.

You felt your stomach drop, but in a good way. Just the sight of him, cheeks flushed, lips red from him biting them, eyes closed as he continued to say your name under his breath like a mantra, had you more turned on than you have been in your entire life. You always had a crush on Hawks but never thought that he might reciprocate them.

Gently, you placed the two bags of food you picked up for dinner in your hands on the floor. Tip-toeing towards the back of the couch, you were amazed at how you were able to get this close without his heightened senses detecting you entering the office. Hawks was so lost in him imagining your lips around him bringing him to new heights, that he had never heard you open the door.

Finally, you were behind him, his soft moans and whimpers sounded even more beautiful when you got closer. Taking both your pointer fingers you ran them through his feathers, your lips next to his ear.

“Do you need any help there, birdman?”

Golden eyes snapped open as a soft gasp filled the air. Hawks stopped his movements, he hurried to try and cover himself up.

“Tsk Tsk, no point in trying to hide it. You obviously wanted to get caught, touching yourself like that in the middle of your office.” Reaching over him, you grabbed his hands, moving and pinning them to his sides. You could see his chest moving with each deep breath he took, his breath shaky.

“Are you this hard because you thought of me?” His cock laid against his stomach, hard as a rock. You could see a small amount of pre-cum spill out as it twitched, it made your mouth water.

Hawks could only moan in acknowledgment, afraid that this was just a dream, and if he spoke he’d wake up. “Were you thinking of me touching you, that my hands gripping your dick instead of your own?”  You spoke through your teeth as you said that, soft lips brushing against his now red ear, his cheeks just as red.

Keeping your eyes on his cock, you watched as it twitched against him again. “I see someone is getting more excited.” You pushed away from him as you stalked around the couch. Hawks kept his eyes on you, watching as you unbuttoned your pants.

Once in front of the hero, you shimmed out of the clothing on your lower half, pulling your underwear down with it. You’ve never been this exposed in front of Hawks, but the look in his eyes made you feel loved and desired. His eyes were dark with lust but full of so much love, even when he grabbed you by the waist to bring you closer to him, his eyes never left your own.

“You have no idea how much I crave you. How fucking crazy you drive me, each and every day.” Hawks was still sitting on the couch as he ran a hand over your chest, watching as you took in a shuddered breath when he got close to your sex. Guiding you, Hawks dragged you closer to him, your thighs on either side of his own, straddling him. You could feel his hands run all over your body, exploring you. Your own hands found purchase in his blonde locks, gently gripping it when his hands ran over your bare ass.

“As much as I would love to tease you, I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer baby.” He moved his hips against you, making his cock rub against you, showing you just how bad he needed you.

You moaned as he rubbed against your quivering hole, each move made you feral with desire for the man under you. Reaching around your body you took hold of his throbbing cock, a small hiss came from Hawks his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Taking a deep breath you guided him to your awaiting entrance, watching his face as he slowly slid into you.

“Fuck….” Hawks said with a long sigh as every inch of him was being surrounded by your tight walls. His hands on your hips tightened, his nails leaving marks on your delicate skin.

The only word for you to describe what it felt like to have Hawks feeling filling you was divine. One of your hands laid flat against his chest while the other gripped the back of the couch. The sound of your soft moan and Hawks ragged breathing were the only sounds you could hear in the large office. You sat still, eyes closed as your body was adjusting to his size.

You felt a soft hand cup your cheek, a thumb gently swiped across your parted lips. Opening your eyes, you looked down at the man below you, you felt the little air that was in your lungs escape. He looked even more beautiful now than he ever had. Soft blond locks fell in front of those serene golden eyes that were peaking through the fallen fringe to look at you. Cheeks red and a small glimmer of sweat glistened on his forehead. The late summer sunset shone through the windows, silhouetting those stunning vermillion wings that were slightly stretched out.

“Whenever you are ready, love bird.” His voice was soft, nothing but love and affection dripped from the words he spoke.

Slowly you lifted your hips slightly, the feeling of him sliding out of you and then sliding back in caused you to moan only this time a little louder. You did that a couple of times as your body started to get accustomed to the beautiful love you and Hawks were making.

“God you feel so fucking good.” Hawks started to move his hips against you, meeting your thrust which sent a new wave of pleasure to course through your body. “That's right baby, I wanna hear you. I wanna know how good this makes you feel.”

With each thrust your moans became louder and louder, Hawks’ praises and thrusts were becoming too much for you to handle and he knew. Wrapping his arm around your waist Hawks lifted himself from the couch, placing your back against the seat cushions while he remained on top of you, your legs were moved to go over his shoulders, his cock still inside.

Hawks pulled his hips away from you, then snapping them forward. With this new position, Hawks was able to go deeper inside of you, hitting that soft sweet spot that made your toes curl.

“Do that again, please.” Your arms were above your head, trying to find the arm of the couch to hold on to as Hawks brought you to cloud nine.

“Anything for you love bird.” And just like that he had you gasping, gripping the couch with your nails, eyes rolling into the back for your head as he continuously hit that same spot over and over again.

“Fuck Hawks.” The only things that popped up in your head was his name and a whole string of profanities.

“Keigo….call me Keigo.” He had placed a hand around the lower part of your neck, slightly applying pressure.

“Keep going just like that Keigo, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Hawks’ pace picked up as he continued his thrusts. You could feel yourself coming close to that blissful release, and you wanted him to cum with you. To reach that same high. Grabbing him by the back of his neck you brought him down to you, your lips barely touching. His movements never stopped as he looked deeply into your eyes.

You could see just how vulnerable he was at this moment, just how much he cares for you. As if you were the most precious person in the world to him. Licking your lips, you lifted your chin, his slightly chapped lips met yours.

Opening your mouth you let your tongue dance with his. You could melt just from his kisses alone, they were a little on the animalistic side yet full still full of passion. His strokes started to become sloppy, signaling that he too was close.

Pulling away from his lips, you kept your hand on the back of his neck, massaging it lovingly, your forehead pressed against his. His hair falling in your face.

“Cum with me Keigo, please.”

“Fuck baby.” You moaned so loud you were positive the people walking on the street could hear you even if you were on the thirtieth floor. Hawks was moaning and grunting on top of you, God were they beautiful moans.

Watching you saw his wings spread open, showing off their length. “Look at me lovebird.” Your eyes met his and with a few more strokes you came for the man with wings that had flown into your heart and he came in you. His wings shivering as he did, his mouth brushed against yours as he tried to catch his breath.

You felt dizzy and hot as you both rode out your orgasm. Hawks pressed butterfly kisses against your lips as both your heart rates calmed down.

When you both felt your breathing come back to normal, Hawks pulled out of you, not before placing kisses all over your face as he continued to whisper sweet nothings against your hot skin.

“Do I smell food, specifically chicken?”  Hawks was laying on top of you, his face pressed against the crook of your neck, where he decided would be a good place to leave a fairly large mark.

“You are so freaking annoying.” You shook your head at the blonde. He smiled down at you, before leaning down pressing his lips against yours. You couldn’t help but smile against him, as annoying as he could be, you still loved him.

[angelkurenai]

Cheesy fanfics - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Cheesy fanfics

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 3,520

Warnings: Spoilers for 15x20 I guess

Prompt: Hey! Thought I'd help your creativity out a little bit! How about "I almost asked you out in Winter Ball back in highschool but I chickened out and now it's Christmas and we're both alone and single so maybe this is a second chance?" Very Hallmark Movie esque, but I have faith in your creativity and am sure you're gonna kill it (if you choose to do it of course!). Hope it helps!

“You have to be kidding me.” you gasped, pressing a hand over your mouth as your eyes widened “Dean? Is that really you?”

“Depends, do I still look like the guy you remember? Or am I the old ass idiot I saw in the mirror this morning?” he joked, almost giving himself a pat on the shoulder for how playful he sounded and how he didn't trip over his words.

He had tripped over the cereal the moment he saw you, already, anyway. He was glad you had not noticed him at that moment because with his luck, he would have made an even worse fool of himself and ended up on the floor faster than could be humanly possible. But, in his defense, they weren't even supposed to be there and the moment he saw you, looking so damn beautiful as if not a single day had passed, he had been floored in any way that mattered other than literally.

“Oh shut up and come here, you asshole.” you scoffed, pretending to give him a glare but the smile that was on your lips was too bright for his mind to register anything else in the first place. It was all he could think about, all his treacherous heart could think of as it danced around like crazy in his chest.

“Ah hell, it's been so long.” he chuckled as well, letting his arms wrap around your form, his entire body melting on the spot as you squeezed him close to you “Too long.” he whispered, mostly to himself as he gave a squeeze in return, your body fitting perfectly with his the way it always did “I understand now though.”

He finally pulled away, though he let his arms rest on you for a few more seconds; just like he had let the hug last a bit longer than needed. It was self-indulgent, he knew it, but if he let himself memorize the way your body fit in his arms after all this time, then nobody could blame him.

“You understand?” you tilted your head to the side, and he almost felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs in that very moment. To look at you from this up close again, still in his arms, and to realize all over again just how easy it had been for him to fall for you in high school, it was inevitable that you could steal his breath away in a matter of seconds.

He cleared his throat “You didn't expect to see me all old and wrinkly. You expected to see the ghost of me, coming by to say Merry Christmas.”

“Well, you're not exactly wrong on that. Although, I didn't expect and certainly far from hoped it would be your ghost I saw this Christmas. Maybe some unlucky folk that died years ago.” you said with a soft shrug, voice low but tone as casual as talking about the weather. Fact which had not changed over the years and which brought a pleasant kind of warmth through Dean's chest, making him chuckle deeply.

“Well, thank you for your thoughtfulness. I've gotten close to that once or twice, can't deny it, but-” he noticed you stiffening up in his arms “All is good. In fact, it's better than it's ever been. You'll see. I'll get to tell you about it hopefully, one day.”

“Hopefully soon.” you said softly, nodding your head as you finally took a step backwards to put some distance between you because even though you'd have loved to stay like that forever, Dean had always been a a friend to you – a good one, yes, but one that had no idea about your feelings for him – and also because you were currently standing in the middle of the aisle as it was “Before you disappear without a single word for the next couple years or so, I suppose.”

“Yeah I uh- Well, you've got a point there. I'm-” he stopped himself, swallowing thickly over the lump in his throat “I'm really sorry about that. I- I wanted to- You have no idea how much I wanted to contact you but shit just kept getting crazier and I... I couldn't drag you into it.”

“What?” you whispered “No, no Dean, I didn't mean- That's not why I said it. I'm not mad nor do I blame you for it. No more so than I could blame life, both yours and mine. I mean, you could have always vanished without a single warning.”

“I wouldn't do that. I would never do that to you. You're too-” he stopped himself, clearing his throat “You've always been too important to me.” he confessed softly “I should just assume that I am somewhat important to you too, right? Given that I'm not a ghost by your own hand right now.”

“Hmm let's give it some time, shall we? Wait till about the end of the day to see how it turns out.” you said with a smirk, and a chuckle following soon “That is... if you will be around for that long?”

“Oh I actually plan to be around here for a lot longer than that. I mean-” he tried to hide his own giddiness when he saw the way your eyes widened and sparkled with happiness “It's Christmas, isn't it? People are celebrating and spending time with their loved ones and eating too much and watching sappy movies and I was never particularly one for the latter but it doesn't sound so bad to me.”

“You mean you're... on vacation? No ghost or vamp's got you here?” you frowned deeply.

“No, I uh I've actually been... trying to get a bit away from that. I am on vacation now, yes, but besides that I... Well, I don't do that anymore.” he said with a small shrug, not sure why he felt almost self-conscious about it “Not- Not hunting. I mean, yes, hunting. But-” he cleared his throat, taking great notice of the surprise if not shocked look you gave him “It's not like I am out. I'm more... slowly getting out of it. Taking fewer cases, looking for an actual job, you know that kind of stuff. There are fewer cases in general anyway.”

“And going on vacation, apparently.” you noted with a small smile, voice almost breathless in disbelief, and he nodded his head.

“And got a dog.” he pointed out with a grin, loving to see your eyes widen before a a wide smile spread on your lips. Gosh how he loved that smile. Always had and always would.

“Wow. Dean, that's really- wow.” you confessed, blowing out a soft breath “To tell you the truth, that was really the last thing I expected to hear. But certainly the best one too.”

“Thank you.” he smiled, and boy had he missed the way you could make his heart beat inside his chest “It's actually been so long, so much had happened since we last spoke.”

“Yeah no kidding.” you laughed “This- wow. That's incredible news, Dean. So...” you looked down shyly for a second, as if unsure “What really made you make the choice at last? The Dean I remembered didn't even see this as a chance. To get out of the life, it seemed like an impossible dream back then. Any... particular reason why now?”

“You could say that.” he nodded his head, struggling to hold back a grin when he saw the nervousness on your features, the eagerness and doubt to hear what he had to say. And it wasn't because he loved torturing you but because there was always a small part of him that held onto hope, that after all these years had not let go of you and his feelings for you, and that small- alright, great part of him, wanted to know if you were interested in him. Just like he had hoped and waited back then, trying to understand if you really had feelings for him. He had been so hesitant, unsure if he should really try his luck or if he was going to ruin the best thing he'd gotten in his whole life. In the end, he had chickened out and lost his only chance.

Or maybe so he thought. Because looking at you look at him in that way made him believe, hope even, that maybe there really were second chances in life. All he had to do was figure it out.

“Not- not that there is a person in my life that made me leave all that behind, no.” he chuckled “I'm still as single as you remember. That much hasn't changed.” he said with a half smile, feeling his heart flutter in his chest when he saw relief flood your features and your shoulders relax “It's just that, well-” he shrugged “Fighting against the devil, meeting his son and most recently beating god, well, that can change someone.”

“God as in...?” you blinked in surprise and he shrugged once more.

“Ah yeah, the big G. It was no big deal, but it had to be done, you know? He was a dick. Now somebody else is running heaven. The devil's son as I told you, he's family though so that's great. But that's a long story, I'll probably tell you another time.” he brushed it off “So yeah, as you see, things did change. And Sam and I are more free now, that's why we decided to really do what we like, honestly.”

“Yeah that really is a lo-”

“Oh and I killed Hitler, so you're welcome for that, by the way.”

“...Thank you?” you blinked, tilting your head to the side in confusion “I- Honestly, Dean, I was gonna ask if you mean it or not but knowing you? I'm fairly sure you're not joking here. And just because I wouldn't like to freak out in the middle of the market and look like some lunatic, I'm gonna change the subject yeah? Good. So-” you cleared your throat “What are your plans for the holidays? Seeing as you are in town.”

A deep chuckle left his lips and he nodded his head “Yeah, that's a better topic. Uhm honestly, haven't thought that far yet. I was just driving with Miracle, that's my dog by the way, and decided to stop by here to do some shopping without Sam shoving his rabbit food in my cart, you know?” he said, leaving out the part where seeing as the holidays were right around the corner he couldn't stop thinking about you - just like he did every time that time of the year - and drove back to the town he had first met you in hopes (and possibly with a lot of wishful thinking) that he could see you even from far away. It had not worked out in his favor the past couple times, he didn't expect it to happen this year but here he was and here you were and he felt worse than a child on Christmas' day. Giddy and buzzing with excitement and nerves, almost lightheaded the longer he looked at you.

“And you?” he asked after a few second, even though he would have been content looking at you and taking everything in forever “You got me carried around talking about my life and you didn't tell me a thing about yourself. Anything... interesting going on? I don't suppose you plan on spending the holidays all alone?... Besides your family and friends I mean.”

“Alone? No, of course not. I've got the most handsome and loyal man waiting for me at home. So I'm picking out whatever I can for the both of us now.” you grinned and he was almost sure you too could hear his heart shutter inside his chest, at least before you spoke up again “Yeah, I might have a bit trouble since I don't know what he likes yet but I think he'd find it easier to communicate with Miracle than with me, so I improvise.” you shrugged with a grin “I got a puppy a couple months ago as well.”

“Oh oh!” he blinked in surprise, his hands shaking in relief as a smile that made his cheeks hurt got plastered on his face “That's great! I remember you always wanted one. It's so great to see you finally got that. So you... I assume, you don't got... someone else then? I- I mean, not that it would have been a shock. Any guy should thank their lucky stars to have you by their side.”

“Nah no guy in my life like that. It's been a while actually. I'm just as single as you this Christmas, I'm starting to think there must be a pattern. Just like it happened back in high school, when we first met.”

“With the only difference that you're always the pretty one out of the two of us. I mean-” he laughed “Look at you, all these years have passed and you remain as beautiful as then if not more. It looks like not a single day has passed.” he breathed out the small confession, letting some of his truth slip into his words as he admired you. Things he had not been able to tell you back then slipped from his lips in a matter of seconds, though not any more easily.

“Yeah, as if.” you scoffed a laugh, looking down with a shake of your head “Besides, I remember someone else being the most popular kid in the school, even if you were the new guy. I mean, you had all the girls practically begging for a single look from you Dean. It was as if you were some god walking amongst us, even with some of that bad boy attitude. It had never been like that for me and the boys, heck I can't even remember a single guy that looked at me like I was a goddess or anything.”

If only you had decided to turn your head and take a look at him then you would get to see that and so much more. He had always looked at you as if you had put the stars up in the sky for him. Sam's words, not his. And if he had scarred off any guy with a single look or a couple more words during that time, it wasn't because he was acting worse than a territorial Alpha. Again Sam's words. The kid did talk a lot, yes, Dean had decided early on back in high school.

“I mean-” another laugh from you brought him back to the present “It's no surprise that none of the guys asked me out in Winter Ball back in high school, I didn't make it easier with how closed off I was back then.” and Dean and his looks didn't make it easier for the few that were about to ask either “So I'm cool with being alone this Christmas too. But what's really surprising is how someone like you is. I mean, you didn't go to that Winter Ball with anyone either, I remember that correctly?”

“No uh yeah, you're right. I never went to that one with anyone. Even though some girls-” he stopped himself before shaking his head, a laugh slipping past his lips as he he looked down for a moment.

“What?” you asked with a sweet grin and he almost caved right then and there. Or maybe he did, maybe he should at last.

“I just- I never realized my life was such a bad Hallmark Movie. I mean, I always thought it was a tragedy but no, gosh, it's a sappy Christmas movie.” he laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, taking in your laugh and the way it made his heart flutter.

“Why do you say that?”

“I mean-” he paused, he could take it back, he could change it, come up with something else and all this would be forgotten but then... then another chance would be lost again and this, this was not the same life anymore; he was not the same man, or better yet he was finally the man he wanted to be with a life he wanted and had full control over “I mean to say that... I almost asked you out in Winter Ball back in highschool because I've always had feelings for you but- but I chickened out and now it's Christmas and we're both alone and single, so maybe this is some second chance? Cause if it ain't that, then, it sure is a sappy movie or a cheesy fanfic... with a bad ending.”

The words were out before he could take them back. And part of him felt proud for himself, after years of endless pining and daydreaming - clearly Sam's words, thank you very much - he never thought there would come a day when he said all of this and yet here he was. Another part of him, a greater part, felt terrified. You looked at him with wide eyes, lips parted in shock and he had to hold himself from taking it back. He had lost one chance he wasn't going to lose this one too, no matter the outcome. And the outcome he did fear especially when there were no words coming out of you. His heart was pounding in his chest, all of his blood rushing in his ears and his lungs hurting because of how long he was holding his breath. His worry was slowly but surely turning into fear, however before he could say anything - not to take it back but to make you feel less bad about having to turn him down. It was an option, very plausible given how much of a catch you were as opposed to him, you spoke up.

“Or...” you spoke softly, playing nervously with the sleeve of your sweater “Or there is a third option, you know. I mean-” you shrugged and he felt like he was forever holding his breath, waiting for you to look into his eyes, holding his gaze for a few seconds before you spoke up “I always liked fanfics with happy endings?” before he could get to question you, you pointed upwards. And as his eyes followed yours, he did take notice of what you previously had. He blinked in surprise a soft laugh leaving his lips.

“Personally, I love cheesy movies or fanfics.” you said and looked back at you he noticed the shy grin that was on your lips and he made him feel 18 all over again “And if that mistletoe hasn't been there all this time... then, well, I think the new guy that's running heaven is really having a fit with our lives right now.”

“I don't know, I will really have to ask him next time I see him I think. Sam did love to tell him about my endless pinning and daydreaming every time Christmas was around.” a heartfelt laugh made his chest rumble, pleasant tingles filling up his entire body especially as he heard you giggle.

“Did you now? Wow. This day is full of surprises, then.” you bit your lower lip for a moment before adding “Well you what, we're gonna have a family gathering and dinner for the holidays tomorrow. I know it's on short notice but if you'd like to then... you know you're always welcome in my place and-”

“I would love to come, yes.” he breathed out almost embarrassingly fast, but your smile made it all worth it.

“Wonderful!” you grinned You don't need to bring anything, we've got everything, but if you'd wanna you can bring Miracle. And if Sam manages to make it here until tomorrow then he's more than welcome too.”

“Sure, I'll tell him. See if can be here.” he would but he already knew that Sam would do anything to give the two of you more time together so he knew he wouldn't be showing up “The real question here is: Will that aunt of yours be there?”

A beautiful laugh immediately came from your before you looked at him a bit apologetically “For a moment there I thought you'd have forgotten. Yeah, sorry, there's not way to avoid that.”

“So long as I'm not sitting right next to her on the dinner table, I think I will survive.”

“She's gonna keep her hands to herself, I'm sure. Besides-” you shrugged softly, looking up at him through your lashes “I don't think she would hit on my date too.”

“No, I don't think she would either. But in case you need to make it more obvious, kisses are allowed 24/7.” he said with an innocent shrug.

“Ah yes, about that.” you smiled, leaning up to peck his cheek “I would love to give you more, hopefully very soon. Especially in front of the Christmas tree at my own apartment afterwards, while we catch up.”

His eyes widened in surprise and you giggled before he breathed out “Gosh, I freaking love cheesy fanfics.”

[alicemarion]

OUTLAST :  THE  MURKOFF  ACCOUNT  (  PART 2  )   sentence starters !

this  prompt  was  made  using  dialogue  from  issues  #4 ,    #5  and  #6  of  outlast :  the  murkoff  account  by  red  barrels .    feel  free  to  edit  any  of  these  to  make  them  more  suitable !

“  _____  wasn’t  fucking  around  about  disappearing .  ”

“  our  chances  of  finding  a  lead  in  this  are  vanishingly  slim .  ”

“  what  you  got  there ?  ”

“  i  hate  it  when  they  have  families .  ”

“  since  when  did  _____  hurt  women  and  kids ?  ”

“  sorry ,    that  was  in  bad  taste .  ”

“  he’s  been  gone  for  a  while  now .  ”

“  i  saw  him  back  just  last  night .  ”

“  i  saw  him ,     standing  right  over  there .  ”

“  drove  my  dogs  batshit ,    which  is  weird .  ” 

“  they  always  used  to  like  him .  ”

“  _____  said  _____  was  here  last  night .  ”

“  it’d  take  us  days  to  find  him  under  all  this  shit  if  he  was .  ”

“  guess  we  better  get  started  then .  ”

“  it’s  garbage .  ”

“  is  ...    is  some  of  this  garbage  moving ?  ”

“  ants .    the  place  is  infested .  ”

“  what  do  you  mean ?  ”

“  emailed  him  ants .    not  the  strangest  thing  i’ve  seen .  ”

“  these  look  like  passwords .  ”

“  ouch !  ”

“  little  fucker  bit  me .  ”

“  black  ants  don’t  bite .  ”

“  motherfucker !    motherfuckfuckfuck -  ”

“  they’re  all  over  me !    jesus !  ”

“  not  there !    not  there !  ”

“  water !    water !  ”

“  goddammit !    make  room !    i’m  coming  in !  ”

“  fuck  this !  ”

“  it’s  not  working !  ”

“  we  need  fire !  ”

“  take  your  fucking  clothes  off !  ”

“  now  do  me !  ”

“  got  anything  i  could  wear ?  ”

“  nope .  ”

“  what  the  fuck  am  i  gonna  do ?  ”

“  hey ,    that’s  the  same  homeless  guy .  ”

“  that’s  not  possible .  ”

“  i’m  sure  it’s  him .    he’s  following  us .  ”

“  hey !    stop !  ”

“  where’d  you  go  ...   ?  ”

“  you  work  for  _____  ,    don’t  you ?  ”

“  ...    who  are  you ?  ”

“  i  believe  you’ve  heard  of  me .  ”

“  you’ve  been  following  us .  ”

“  what’s  your  name ?  ”

“  yes .    i’ve  been  watching  you .  ”

“  you’ve  got  something  most  running  dog  mercenaries  don’t .  ”

“  i’m  not  a  mercenary .  ”

“  you’ve  got  shame .   you  know  what  you’re  doing  is  wrong .  ”

“  it’s  a  job .  ”

“  but  you’re  somebody  who’d  chase  after  me  ,    despite  the  fact  that  you’re  injured  and  naked .    who  does  that ?  ”

“  ...    i  can’t  stand  not  knowing .  ”

“  tell  me  your  name .  ”

“  i’ve  read  your  files  ,    _____ .  ”

“  six  years  ago  you  leaked  company  files  and  vanished .  ”

“  been  off  the  map  ever  since  ,    encouraging  other  whistleblowers .  ”

“  you’re  trying  to  destroy  _____ .  ”

“  of  course  i  am .  ”

“  they’re  evil .    you  work  for  the  devil .  ”

“  you’re  protecting  _____ ?  ”

“  you’ll  never  find  him .  ”

“  i  couldn’t  tell  you  if  i  knew .  ”

“  willful  ignorance .    i  remember  that .    almost  let  me  sleep  some  nights .  ”

“  how  do  you  sleep ?  ”  

“  how  do  you  justify  working  for  people  you  know  are  evil ?   ”

“  _____  was  a  pebble  in  a  pond .  ”

“  that  is  where  the  real  sickness  spreads .  ”

“  those  are  coordinates .  ”

“  if  you  cannot  look  at  what’s  there  and  not  eat  yourself  hollow  with  shame  ,    you’re  not  human  anymore .  ”

“  i  need  your  help .  ”

“  i  need  somebody  still  inside  _____ .  ”

“  i’m  not  asking  ,    i’m  telling  you .   you’re  going  to  help  me .  ”

“  ...    i  have  to  do  my  job .  ”

“  what  are  you  ...    the  fuck ?!  ”

“  freeze !    i  said  freeze  ,    motherfucker !  ”

“  i’m  leaving .  ”

“  please  don’t  make  me  hurt  you .  ”

“  he’s  ...    a  monster .  ”

“  what  was  he  shoving  in  your  face ?  ”

“  fucked  if  i  know .  ”

“  let’s  get  you  some  clothes  before  i  get  too  turned  on .  ”

“  dental  records .   my  identification .   he  wasn’t  done  with  me .  ”

“  and  we  weren’t  done  with  him .  ”

“  this  make  any  kind  of  sense  to  you ?  ”

“  nothing  i  feel  good  about .  ”

“  but  at  least  it  closes  the  books  for  now .  ”

“  the  evidence  couldn’t  get  any  more  thoroughly  destroyed .  ”

“  there  is  one  more  thing .  ”

“  nothing  i  know  of .  ”

“  i  wouldn’t  put  too  much  faith  in  anything  i  heard  from  an  animated  pile  of  maggots .  ”

“  maybe  we  should  check  it  out .  ”

“  nah  ,    leave  it  alone .  ”

“  you  should  get  home  ,    spend  some  time  with  your  daughter  ...    make  sure  she  doesn’t  grow  up  to  be  somebody  like  me .  ”

“  he  ain’t  gonna  let  us  get  away .  ”

“  every  step  we  take  ,    the  less  power  he  got .  ”

“  we’ll  get  to  the  wicked  part  of  the  world  ,    and  god  hisself  ain’t  even  gonna  be  able  to  find  us .  ”

“  do  you  know  if  yeshua - ha  nostri  was  a  real  person ?   like  ,    in  the  bible ?  ”

“  never  heard  of  him .  ”

“  when’s  that  book  report  due ?  ”

“  you’re  getting  an  early  jump .  ”

“  figured  i’d  be  too  beat  to  work  on  wednesday .  ”

“  you  didn’t  touch  your  dinner .  ”

“  i  wasn’t  hungry .   it’s  not  like  i  need  the  extra  calories .  ”

“  _____  ,    honey  ,    that’s  crazy .  ”

“  you’re  a  string  bean .    a  beautiful  string  bean .  ”

“  shut  up  ,    _____  ,    god  ...    ”

“  there’s  somebody  messing  with  our  mailbox .  ”

“  your  daughter  is  connected .  ”

“  my  partner  and  i  had  agreed  not  to  investigate .  ”

“  turns  out  i  was  lying .  ”

“  i  hear  you  now .    where  are  you ?    it’s  noisy .  ”

“  sorry  to  interrupt  you  on  a  sunday  ...    ”

“  you’re  not  interrupting  anything .  ”

“  i  was  just  ...    folding  laundry  ,    listening  to  prairie  home  companion .  ”

“  i  don’t  think  i’m  gonna  make  it  into  the  office  tomorrow .  ”

“  i  need  to  spend  some  time  with  _____ .  ”

“  no  worries .    we  all  need  personal  time .  ”

“  fuck  me  ...    no  service !  ”

“  i  guess  the  heat  and  the  sun  got  to  me .  ”

“  heavenly  god .  ”

“  _____ ?    what’s  wrong ?  ”

“  are  they  out  of  hot  chocolate ?  ”

“  multiple  perforations  of  the  intestines  ...    spread  throughout  her  blood  ...    had  to  induce  a  coma  in  order  to  arrest  progress  ...    internal  bleeding  ...  ”  

“  surgery  is  no  longer  an  option .  ”    

“  _____  is  dead .    i’m  so  sorry .  ”

“  aiiee !  ”

“  i’m  so  sorry  honey  ,    i  didn’t  mean  ...  ”

“  we  don’t  want  no  trouble !  ”

“  i’m  just  gon’  take  your  pistol .  ”

“  hey  ,    hey  ,    take  it  easy .    jesus  fucking  christ  ...  ”

“  don’t  you  take  that  name  in  vain !  ”

“  safety’s  on .  ”

“  who’s  the  girl ?  ”

“  jesus  ,    how  pregnant  is  she ?  ”

“  god  have  mercy  on  your  soul .  ”

“  i’m  not  going  to  hurt  you .  ”

“  you  need  helllll  ...    ”

“  mmm - hmm .  ”

“  that’s  all  you  got ?    ‘ mmm - hmm ? ’  ”

“  i  heard  you .   it’s  the  least  crazy  thing  you’ve  told  me  so  far .  ”

“  fair  enough .  ”

“  you  are  in  such  deep  shit .  ”

“  i  know .  ”

“  you  lied  to  me  ,    you  went  off  the  reservation .  ”

“  what  the  fuck  are  you  doing  ,    _____ ?  ”

“  i  fucked  up .  ”

“  don’t  fuck  yourself  any  deeper .    i’m  on  my  way .  ”

“  spill .  ”

“  okay  ,    number  one  ,    you  work  for  _____  ,    not  _____ .  ”

“  number  two  ,    you  don’t  interfere  with  ongoing  experiments .  ”

“  we  only  enter  the  equation  when  the  science  is  done  and  the  side  effects  need  mopping  up .  ”

“  shit  ,    you  don’t  even  know  if  this  is  an  experiment .  ”

“  and  number  three  ,    fuck  you .  ”

“  you  don’t  work  without  me .    we’re  partners  ,    you  stupid  motherfucker .  ”

“  sorr  ...    ”

“  don’t  say  you’re  sorry .    i  hate  that .  ”

“  you  want  the  silver  lining  to  your  shit  show ?  ”

“  you  don’t  suppose  you  brought  me  a  suit ?  ”

“  i  even  brought  you  a  tie .    hope  yellow’s  alright .  ”

“  you  called  it  a  ‘ vision ’ .    not  a  hallucination .  ”

“  it  felt  real .  ”

“  first  rule  in  the  playbook  is  don’t  get  high  on  your  own  product .  ”

“  what  about  brain  injury ?  ”

“  the  scan  must  have  been  corrupted .  ”

“  is  there  more  to  your  testimony ?  ”

“  yes  ,    of  course  ,    excuse  me .    i  was  just  ...    ”

“  could  we  see  those  brain  scans ?  ”

“  they’re  already  off  to  the  lab  ,    but  we  have  copies .  ”

“  evidence  ,    all  of  it .    this  had  become  a  matter  of  containment .  ”

“  we’d  love  to  meet  the  patient .  ”

“  the  little  guy  in  here  has  been  kicking  up  a  storm .  ”

“  is  that  a  tattoo ?  ”

“  a  globe .    no  ,    wheels .    ‘ wheels  within  wheels ’ .    that’s  biblical  ,    from  the  book  of  ...    ezekiel .  ”

“  you  can’t  have  him !    you  can’t .    i’ll  die  before  i’ll  let  you  kill  him .  ”

“  i  seen  the  messenger  and  i  know  i  ain’t  burdened  with  the  enemy .  ”

“  my  blood  is  true  ,    i’ve  sipped  at  the  fountain  and  borne  the  pain  and  marks  of  salvation .   ”

“  you  ain’t  gonna  take  my  baby  ,    you  ain’t  ...    ain’t  ...    ”

“  get  a  doctor !  ”

“  doctor !  ”

“  we  lost  her .    we  need  to  leave  ,    now .  ”

“  she’s  dead  ,    gone .    there  was  nothing  we  could  do .  ”    

“  minimal  footprint .  ”

“  i  realized  too  late  i  was  operating  above  my  security  clearance .  ”

“  are  you  sure  she  was  dead ?  ”

“  yeah  ,    case  closed .  ”

“  it’s  sad .  ”

“  still  ,    i  gotta  get  home .    i  said  i’d  be  there .  ”

“  you’re  a  good  dad  ...    you  always  take  care  of  your  girl .  ”

“  _____ !    you  home ?!  ”

“  you  work  for  us  now .  ”

“  we  didn’t  find  dick .  ”

“  there  we  go  ,    my  child .    every  last  drop  of  salvation .    your  children  are  waiting  for  you  in  heaven .  ”

“  god  does  not  pour  half  measures .  ”

“  the  storm  is  abating .    all  these  undeserved  blessings .  ”

“  he’s  still  not  answering .  ”

“  send  people  to  his  house .  ”

“  they’ve  been  feeding  _____  information .  ”

“  that’s  no  good .  ”

“  i’d  put  my  money  on  _____ .  ”

“  if  we  find  him  ,    i’ll  put  electrodes  on  _____ .  ”

“  how  many  bodies  we  looking  at ?  ”

“  hundreds .    it’ll  take  us  days  to  get  them  all  sorted .  ”

“  lot  of  these  local  corpses  show  signs  of  cyanide  poisoning .  ”

“  god  damn  this  guy’s  heavy  ...    ”

“  that  doesn’t  look  like  cyanide .  ”

“  yeah  ,    a  lot  of  them  got  creative  about  dying .  ”

“  took  a  lot  of  what  killed  her  to  get  the  job  done .  ”

“  last  name  sounds  like  a  crustacean  you’re  not  supposed  to  eat .  ”

“  how  did  you  know ?  ”

“  he  was  supposed  to  be  making  sure  they  didn’t  find  this  place .  ”

“  we  got  one  breathing  here !  ”

“  ‘ and  i  only  am  escaped  alone  to  tell  thee . ’  ”

“  is  that  from  wrath  of  khan ?  ”

“  it’s  actually  book  of  job  ,    by  way  of  moby  ...    ”

“  i  know  what  it  is  ,    you  don’t  have  to  try  and  impress  me .  ”

“  well  ,    holy  shit .  ”

“  his  eyes  are  all  pupil .    completely  catatonic .  ”

“  we  need  to  dig  in  his  head .    don’t  be  gentle .  ”

“  they  rarely  are .  ”

“  there’s  blood  on  the  walls .    looks  like  something  was  written  and  smeared  away .  ”

“  what  do  you  want  to  do ?  ”

“  actually  ,    no .    do  me  a  favor  and  find  his  corpse  ,    because  if  he’s  still  alive  ,    he’s  fucking  dangerous .  ”

“  where’s  _____ ?  ”

“  you’re  asking  the  wrong  question .  ”

“  i’ll  still  help  you  find  the  answer  ,    but  you’ll  need  to  trust  me .  ”

“  dead  ,    twice .  ”

“  how  about  you  just  tell  me  whatever  it  is  you  want  to  tell  me .  ”

“  it’s  not  surprising  religion  would  be  such  an  effective  delivery  mechanism .  ”

“  gods  communicating  with  men  ,    gods  dividing  themselves  into  components  that  men  could  understand .    a  trinity .  ”

“  in  the  name  of  the  father  ...    and  of  the  son  ...    and  of  the  holy  spirit .    amen .  ”

[adhdeancas]

Sunset Sound: God is Dead?

I might start updating twice a week because I am writing this story at BREAKNECK speed. this is my favorite chapter so far. enjoy! (special thanks to @friedchickenangelwings once again for sticking with me and my incessant rambling about this story at all hours during holidays)

Fic Summary:  Everything is the same up to the end of 15x20. Chuck has been “defeated,” but it was all a farce. When Jack absorbed Chuck, Chuck easily took over the 3 year old’s body and acted as if he were defeated. Chuck!Jack then had the Rusty Nail placed in the barn where Dean died, and with Cas gone, Dean didn’t fight it. Chuck did reimagine Heaven, but he’s fed the same lie to them all: that everything is perfect, they are free, they are in real paradise. Except it’s all an illusion insulated by blue skies and endless horizons. Because, just like the Good Place, people make Heaven into Hell for each other. And there’s nothing Chuck loves more than the natural order of tragedy. He “let it slip” to Bobby that he brought Cas back, when he really left him to rot in the Empty. Dean has to find his best friend before it’s too late, and he has to keep a happy face for everyone else, because Chuck is watching. Always watching. 

“You know?” Dean shakes his head. “What’s going on?” 

Charlie leans back against the bar. “Well, after Ash and I found each other-” they give a cute little nod of the head in sync, dorks, “through the frankly shitty wifi they’ve got up here, we got to talking.” 

“Yeah, we realized some shit just didn’t add up. Like angel radio.” Ash spins around and ducks into his backroom, coming back with a laptop that’s way more advanced than it was last time. Dean raises his eyebrows at it. “Yeah, man, it’s sick, right? Charlie upgraded my systems, it’s bitchin’.” he reaches past Dean’s shoulder to give Charlie a fist bump (enthusiastically returned) and Dean backs off. 

“Yeah, bitchin’,” Dean repeats with a grin. He’s too dumb for these people. But he sure is glad they’re on his side.  “Well, hey, show me whatcha got.” 

Ash nods and taps his temple. He mutters to himself and pulls the system toward him while Dean watches anxiously. Ash pauses and looks at him. “Dude. Gimme a second? This setup is a lil’ more complicated than your blackberry.”

Dean snorts and gives him space, followed by Charlie. “Dude. you’ve been dead too long. Blackberrys haven’t existed for like… ten years.”

Ash gives him a genial middle finger and Dean grins. Charlie sits up on the pool table and Dean leans against it next to her. “Listen, Charlie, I gotta. I gotta say sorry, again, for…” He clears his throat. 

“Dying?” Charlie asks lightly.

“Uh, yeah.” 

“Not your fault, Dean.” She shrugs, and she actually manages to look cheerful. Damn, Dean loves this chick. She puts her hand on his shoulder and shakes her head. “Seriously, Dean. Let it go! I have! Seriously, I got to spend a few years with my high school girlfriend watching Lord of the Rings - she was a cheerleader - and sneaking out to design some fucking world-altering programs with Ash! Being dead, for me, it’s kinda amazing.” She smiles at him. “Guessing you don’t feel the same though, huh?” 

Dean swallows. He doesn’t know how much he wants to say about that, but being dead… it definitely sucks. And not in the good way. “Guess it just feels like I got more to do. Now, at least.” Now that Cas is… and heaven is…

Charlie looks like she doesn’t know what to say. Luckily, they’re interrupted before she has to think of something.

“Eyo! Sorry, amigos,” he leans over backwards to look at them. “Found it.” 

Charlie jumps off the table and grabs Dean’s hand. After a few steps she shoves him with her shoulder until he bumps into Ash’s back. Dean bounces off his soft form and clears his throat. “Sorry,” he mutters, throwing a death glare back at his surrogate sister. She flashes him a smug grin before focusing back on the computer screen. 

Ash recovers from getting jostled in time to point. “Yeah, so, we got word on Angel FM that this Jack kid is goin’ real Jim Jones over here.” He holds a finger up at several paragraphs as he’s flipping through them. “Preachin’ all kinda love and peace and hippy commune shit, but if somebody even questions it, he snaps. Naomi no-likey,” He smirks up at Dean and points to a group of cuss-words even Dean barely uses. “Rough translation.” 

Dean shakes his head. “That doesn’t sound like Jack.” Jack, especially Jack-with-a-soul, almost never got mad. I mean, he’d spent quality time with Lucifer without blowing up. The kid is level-headed to a fault. “Anything else?”

Ash frowns at him. “Y’know, going through angels’ personal phone calls is a lotta work.” 

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you’re a genius. Got anything else?” 

“Ash, what about the human rumors?” 

Ash looks at Charlie and they have a silent battle of wills, but Dean’s too impatient to see who wins. “What human rumors?” 

They pause and come to an agreement. “Fighting. People fighting. Couples. Families. Friends. All over, since the reboot. People are happy, but… it’s like earth. People can talk - people can fight.” 

“And?” Dean raises his eyebrows. There’s something they’re not telling him, and he thinks he knows what.

Ash raises them right back. He’s not about to divulge. “Hombre, this ain’t earth. People are supposed to be happy. If they ain’t… like a glitch in the matrix, y’know?

Dean grunts. “Anything else weird on the radio? Anything at all.” 

Ash’s sigh sounds labored. He leans back in his chair and wobbles, obviously sorting through all the enochian bullshit he’s read over the past… whenever. “Meh… I got… I don’t know, God was singing?” 

“Singing? Singing what?” Dean leans in, intent. If it was Taylor Swift, Beyonce, maybe Lizzo… 

Ash cocks an eyebrow. “Folk shit. Indie music.” 

That’s what Dean was afraid of. “Shit.”

“Why? What does that mean?” Charlie grabs onto his arm. 

Dean’s worst fears, that’s what. “It means that ain’t my kid. It’s Chuck.” 

“Who the hell is that?” Ash stands up as Dean walks away, cursing every stupid atom that had decided to make this dumb universe. Although, he guesses, that was Chuck’s purview too. 

“He’s god! God before the reboot I mean, the dick who up and left and only came back to screw me and Sam over. Fuck, I thought we’d finally gotten out from under his thumb! Now, apparently, he’s just using my kid for his meat-suit.” Dean takes a deep breath. This is bad. Worse than bad-bad. 

“So… what do we do? How do we nuke God?” Charlie asks the question like it’s normal, just another Saturday afternoon. 

Dean thumps his forehead onto the nearest table. Sure, sure, good, great. They were back to square fucking one. “I don’t fucking know,” 

“Alright, break it down. We need more mojo, right? How do we get more mojo?” 

“Well, angels are the next best thing, right? Maybe if we get them all together, they’re obviously not psyched about folk-God, or whatever,”

Ash points at her like she’s a genius. “Alright, yeah!” 

“Guys, there aren’t enough angels left to even try.” Dean feels hopeless. There’s nothing to do. They are literally out of options. There’s no hope. 

“Well, where can we get some more angels, then?” 

Dean stands up. “I know a place.” His heart feels like it’s being squeezed like a lemon. It’s a crazy idea. It’s practically impossible. And probably suicide. And he’s gotta find a way. “We gotta break open the Empty.” 

“The Empty?” Ash looks skeptical. Dean smirks. 

“Yeah, angel/demon afterlife. We punch our way in there and we’ve got juice for days, man.” He spreads his arms out, asks the question. 

Ash glances at Charlie then back at Dean. He sniffs and nods. “I’m in.” 

Dean looks to Charlie, who scoffs. “Duh. Of course. So what, we get in and say pretty please help us kill your dad?” 

A warm feeling spreads through Dean’s chest. “Well, we’ll have a little help on the inside. Cas.”

“Castiel? The angel dude?” 

“He’s dead?” Charlie’s voice has much more concern than Ash’s. Dean nods in response to both questions. It still makes him feel like he’s swallowing glass to think about it. “What happened?” 

Dean looks down at his boots. It’s only the scene that keeps playing on repeat behind his eyelids. Cas crying, holding onto his shoulder, telling him… telling him goodbye. Telling him that. “He saved me.” he starts, expression guarded. “He made a deal.” 

Ash grunts and nods, ready to drop it. Charlie stays quiet too, but she clearly wants to say something. Dean’s thankful for the drop. He doesn’t know what he’d say if they asked more. All he knows is that he needs Cas back. And he needs to talk to him. He needs to tell him that - that he wants him to just stay fucking put, damn it. That he needs to stop dying on him. And that he can’t just go and say something like that and then leave. It’s a bitch-ass move. 

“Yo, Deano?” 

Dean jerks his head back up. “Yeah. Sorry.” 

“How do we jail-break ‘em?” 

“Guessing we’re gonna need some serious magic shit. And since we can’t get to Rowena…” 

Ash breaks into a wide grin. “Pamela? I’ll give her a call.” 

Pamela is “busy,” so they have to wait for her to finish up with Jesse before she can come by. Dean has to hand it to her, it’s just about the most Pamela thing in the world to put off their realms-saving work for a heavenly hookup. Dean hangs around talking for a bit, filling his friends in on the latest on Earth, but he can’t concentrate. Ever since they’d decided the next thing is to get into the Empty, he can’t relax. He takes his beer and goes outside to wait, settling down on the Roadhouse’s front step to watch for Pamela.

After a bit, Charlie plops down next to him, a soft grin on her lips. He returns it half-heartedly before looking out across the clearing. She leans her head against his shoulder. A few minutes pass in comfortable silence before she turns into him. “So we gotta get into the Empty.” she sighs. Dean nods glumly. Just his fucking luck. Even heaven is ruined. But at least… at least they’ve got a shot. “And get Castiel.” 

Dean frowns and pulls away to look at her. Maybe it’s just his paranoia, but he hears some deeper meaning in her voice. “The guy died for me. I gotta,” he presses his lips together, hating himself for the half-lie he’s telling. Cas deserves better. Charlie just nods and watches, like she’s waiting for him to keep going. When he manages to talk again, his voice cracks. “We gotta get him, Charlie.” 

Charlie pulls him into a side hug. “I always said he was dreamy, that angel.” She points out. Dean snorts. He remembers. He’d blushed like an idiot after she said that the first time. 

“Yeah.” He mutters. Okay, so she knows. That he and Cas are… that Dean’s… good. Cas deserves recognition. He deserves someone to talk about him. For Dean to talk about him. But then Charlie just hasn’t spoken, and he feels like he needs some explanation. “I… there were other guys, before him.” He continues, clearing his throat. His mind wanders to Benny and Lee, Crowley. “But he’s… he’s it.” 

He risks a look at Charlie and she is just staring at him with a fond smile. She surges forward and kisses his cheek, squealing. “Yes, I fucking knew it, you bisexual dumbass! Bi, right?” 

Dean laughs. “Yeah, I guess- wait, you knew?” 

Charlie looks around, like Dean’s a dumbass it was so obvious. “Well, yeah, dude. Game recognize game.” She motions between the two of them and he scoffs. That’s right. Gaydar. That would’ve been nice to have for the last, oh, 12 years? “We’ll get him back.” 

Dean pulls Charlie in for another hug and leaves her tucked under his arm until a motorcycle pulls up and Pamela gets off, shaking her hair loose like a blind slow-motion model in a porno. She grins at the pair on the steps like she can see them. “Take a picture, you two. It’ll last longer.”

“How did you-”

She throws a hand out in dismissal. “Please, I can feel ogling from a mile away.” She pauses, laughing at the embarrassed silence Charlie and Dean are sporting. “Nah, I’m just joking. I do the hair-shake for a reason. I deserve a good stare. Hell, it’s half the reason I own this motorcycle.” She throws her helmet in the general direction of the motorcycle and greets her friends. Dean can’t decide whose hug is more flirty, his or Charlie’s. 

“Alright, bitches. Let’s séance some shit.” 

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Imagine TWO

Crazy Erik making sure Y/N don’t leave him AT ALLLLLLLL 😩😩 he ain’t playing:

Warning: CRAZY. Angsty. Blood. Smut.

Y/N watched her boyfriend sleep peacefully at 3:00 AM. His arm was draped across her waist while his face was smashed against her exposed thigh. Every time he breathed in his grip around her would get tighter. It was as if he was awake. She was afraid to stir or even cough. She looked around her, eyes dropping shut a little. All she wanted to do was sleep but she was afraid to sleep next to him. If she did, she might wake up chained to the bed, becoming his prisoner. Handcuffs and bondage didn’t sound fun anymore. As much as she didn’t want to think about it, she couldn’t stop wondering about what Erik did to her ex. He was still missing. Did he kill him or did he pay him to go away? Y/N hoped he at least paid him. Y/N heaved a sigh before looking down at Erik again, startled and petrified by his wild eyes staring at her unblinking.

Y/N brought the sheets to her naked chest, closing her eyes, “Erik, I didn’t know you were awake-“

“Why aren’t you sleeping? And what’s on your mind?” He cut her off with a stern voice. You’ve been up like this for a few hours. I know you’re tired, baby, I know you want some rest. Just come to bed with me, please?”

“I just...I can’t sleep, okay?” Y/N spoke with fear.

“Is it me?” Erik full sits up now, naked body exposed to her. Gracious, why did he have to be so damn fine?

“Am I scaring you away? I only act like this because I’m afraid you’re gonna leave me. You can’t leave me, Y/N. Ever.”

“Who are you to tell me that?! I am my own person no man will ever control me!” Y/N threw the sheets back, standing up in her nudity, “You don’t have control over me, Erik. You never will. This...we really need some time apart-“

“HA,” Erik laughed hard. So hard his eyes were watering. Y/N glared at him, her hand itching to grab the lamp on her dresser to toss at his head.

“What’s so damn funny?! I meant every word-“

“AND I MEANT EVERY WORD.”

Y/N’s mouth snapped shut real quick.

“You ain’t going nowhere,” Erik’s voice became deep and scornful, “You here me? You are mine. I’m getting sick and fucking tired of reminding you about that.”

“Are you gonna kill me?” Y/N asked with a shaky tone, “If I leave you will you kill me?”

Erik got up from the bed, walking towards her in his naked glory. Y/N wraps her arms around her body, back pressing further into the wall behind her. When he came to her, Y/N turned her face away, eyes squeezed shut out of fear. Erik grabs her jaw tightly, making her look up at him. He just stared at her, Y/N terrified of what his next move would be. Relieved, Erik places a kiss on her lips, soft and reassuring.

“I won’t kill you. I could never kill you.” Erik spoke softly.

“But you would kill others because of me?” Y/N spoke timidly.

“Just come to bed, baby,” Erik grabs Y/N’s naked body, “let me show you how much I love you. Let me show you that you belong to me and only me.”

“Erik,” Y/N hates the way he makes her body feel. Crazy or not he felt good. If she kept this up she would be crazy too.

“I’m too tired,” she didn’t look him in the eyes when she said that, I just need some rest, SHIT-“

Erik’s fingers were between her legs and inside of her pussy. It was so sudden and without warning but his strokes made her body shiver.

“How could you leave me when I make your body do this,” Erik’s thumb came up to stroke her clit, “Hmm? Why leave me when I’m exactly what you need?”

“Stop,” Y/N spoke with a whisper.

“I ain’t stopping. You gon’ moan my name and you gon’ tell me that you need me just as much as I need you. I’ve never wanted a women so bad in my fucking life. If you leave me and never come back,” Erik sucked on Y/N’s throat, “I will hunt you down.”

——————-

Erik practically squeezed Y/N in his arms while she straddled his lap. He was so insatiable for her. Bite marks on her skin, scatches on her hips, his dick torturing her pussy deeply, her pussy disobeying her by being so wet and slippery for him. Sucking him in and not wanting him to go. Deep grunts and animalistic growls in her ear. She felt fear but at the same time she felt pleasure. Her friends and family would call her crazy; family and friends she haven’t seen.

“You feel so good on my dick,” Erik bites her neck, “No other women feels this good to me.”

“Mm,” Y/N felt tears stain her cheeks.

“Mm? Is that all you can say? I know you can make more noise than that,” He wraps his hand around her neck, “Moan my name. Now.”

“I-“ She could hardly speak with his hand around her throat.

“Say it,” Erik spoke with a rough tone.

“Erik,” she moaned.

“Good girl,” Erik flips her onto her back, his large body trapping her beneath him while he strokes into her some more, “I’ve had my eyes set on you for so long. I’d be damned if I let you go.”

Her hands came up on each side of her head to grab the sheets while Erik pistoned his hips against hers, drilling his dick in and out. Y/N’s breasts bounced erratically. He was fucking her like her little body could take it. She couldn’t take it. Erik never fucked her this hard. Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut and her back arched from the bed. Wrapped around his dick was her pussies spasmodic walls. Now, he held her thighs back while fucking her roughly. All she could do was lay there and take it.

“You see how I handle this fucking body?!! You can’t leave me when I do it like this. I love you, I fucking love you, bitch.”

That was the first time he every called her a bitch.

“I SAID I love you,” Erik grabs her throat again, bringing her face closer to his, “What the fuck are you supposed to say?!”

“I LOVE YOU TOO!” Y/N shouts.

“Tell me you will never leave me. Say, I’ll never leave you, Daddy.”

“I’ll never leave Daddy,” Y/N gasps for air. Erik brought his mouth to her ear, “Say, I’m all yours, Daddy like you know you are. Say this body belongs to you, Daddy.”

“I’m-I’m all yours, Daddy. This body belongs to you-“

“You drive me crazy,” Erik looked down at his dick, “On God you drive me insane. I want you...I need you...LOOK AT ME.”

Y/N felt him remove his hand from her neck to grab her jaw. He squeezed her cheeks, causing her lips to poke out.

“In case you ever foolishly forget,” Erik drew his dick out to the tip before slamming back inside of her, “You will never leave me. You don’t cross my mind you live in it.”

Y/N whimpered with her release. Erik presses his lips into hers so she could moan in his mouth. His stroke became sloppy and then his cum filled her pussy to the hilt. He kept himself there intentionally, pressing in deeper so the tip of his dick could reach her cervix. The more he stroked, the more flowed. Erik looked down at her with dark eyes. Eyes that scared her.

“Just know, I’m sleeping with my dick in you.”

Y/N felt her lower lip tremble.

“You will have my baby. I’m making sure that happens. If I have to cum inside of you all night, I will. You will have my child, Y/N. Believe me when I say it.”

She was on birth control but the way he talked he would probably throw those away tomorrow.

———————-

At work the next day, Y/N wore a designer scarf around her neck to hide Erik’s love bites. Y/N wore flats to work because like Erik said he would, they fucked all night. When she woke up that morning. His cum was dripping out of her pussy and on the sheets. So much cum. Erik woke up as soon as she did, pulling her legs apart with so much strength and force that she could feel her thighs shake every time she opened them or walked. He entered her pussy again. Cumming inside of her again. And just like Y/N suspected, her birth control was gone. She saw it burned in the kitchen trash. One thing she noticed this morning while on social media was her block list. She had less friends and an entire block list filled with men. Erik must have sneaked in her phone to do this.

Erik: Let me take you to lunch, my treat.

Erik: are you busy, baby?

Erik: it’s your lunch hour. Why aren’t you answering?

Erik: Y/N who has you so occupied? Your job can’t be that busy.

Erik: You know you’re in trouble when you get home, right?

He was still at her place. Y/N ignored that message too, eating a turkey sandwich and drinking a bottle of water. Her phone vibrates again, Y/N picking it up to read.

Erik: what did I tell you about ignoring my texts? It’s cool, don’t even think about sucking up to me. It’s too late for that.

Once again she ignored him.

“Hey, Y/N,” Y/N’s work friend, Dana, greeted her at her lunch table, “I wanted to ask you something to see if you are interested.”

“Sure,” Y/N motioned for the empty seat across from her, “Sit, lets talk babe.”

Dana sat down, flipping her blonde braids from her shoulder.

“Okay, so, a few ladies and myself are going out tonight for drinks and a good time, so, I would like for you to come because every time I ask...you always say no. It’s gonna be at a lounge. Drinking, dancing, enjoying the single life-“

“I’m in a relationship remember?” Y/N spoke with a small smile, “and he might not want me-“

“What? Is he your damn father?!” Dana jokes.

He’s my Daddy and my psycho boyfriend

“No, but we may have plans, I’ll let you know okay?”

“Don’t wait until 10 PM to finally say that you want to go, girl.”

“I promise, I won’t.” Y/N’s phone was going off.

“I’ll leave you alone. See you back at the office,” Dana gets up from the table, walking away and out of the break room.

“Jesus Christ, Erik,” Y/N answered her phone, “YES, ERIK?!” She spoke with a frustrated tone of voice.

“Who are you talking to? You better watch your fucking mouth before I use that shit, MA,” Erik argued, “Answer your goddamn text messages when I hit you up. You talking to some nigga? Somebody else more important than me? I thought we had it together?”

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, “Why are you acting like a child? I am at work. I told you that when I am at work, I can’t talk or text on my phone. I’m on break right now so that’s why I’m talking to you-“

“You’re on break? With who?”

It sounded like he was in his car.

“Erik, where are you?” Y/N asks.

“...who are you on break with?” He avoided her question.

Y/N rolls her eyes, literally throwing her food away because her appetite was ruined, “Erik...are you at my job?”

“You were supposed to go to lunch with me, remember? We always did that together. I don’t like this, Y/N,” He sounded so hurt and it confused Y/N, “I don’t like this at all. I feel like you do this to make me upset. I feel like you enjoy coming to work to get away from me-“

“That’s not true!” Y/N looked around her, making sure she was alone, “I come to work because it’s my career and I enjoy it, Erik. Just like you enjoy writing poetry. Same thing.”

Erik was silent. Y/N could hear sirens and car horns honking in the busy city. She closes her eyes, waiting for his response and hoping it wasn’t some wild out of control thing.

“Okay,” Erik sighs, “What are we doing tonight? I’m thinking we should go out for dinner and then back to that poetry reading. Just like where I met you. I could perform a piece of my work. You could come and support me. How’s that sound?”

Y/N licks her lips, “Babe, I was...I was invited out with some work friends tonight. I’m gonna go with them.”

“Excuse me?” Erik’s tone of voice was flat and disrespectful. Y/N looked at her phone with a mug.

“Out. With my friends. Tonight.” She repeats herself, “That’s it. I have plans-“

“NO-“

“ERIK. I am hanging up.”

“Wrong move, ma.” Erik spoke dangerously.

She didn’t hang up.

“Call it off. Or I will break your phone in half. No more calls, no more social media, no NOTHING. Who are you supposed to be focusing on?”

“You are ridiculous!” Y/N hung up the phone. She didn’t care. He was being difficult and psycho. Smothering her, controlling her. It was a nightmare. She was a grown women not a teenager. Y/N felt stupid that she had to rebel from him. She shouldn’t feel stupid she should feel free. She got up from the break table, making her way back to her desk. She tried not to think of Erik or the fact that he was blowing up her phone currently. He said he would never kill her but she wasn’t so sure about that now.

———————-

Surprisingly, when Y/N came home, Erik wasn’t there. Y/N clutched her chest with relief before dropping her purse on the end table next to her front door along with her keys. To be sure, Y/N checked her balcony, closets, shower, under her bed, and even behind her couch. No sign of him. She drove home taking another route to avoid him just in case he was watching her. It was 6:24 PM so Y/N decided to get herself together for the evening. She undressed, grabbing her towel and soap sponge, making her way towards the bathroom. The entire bathroom steamed from the hot water. Y/N stepped her naked body inside, changing the water temperature and putting her curly hair under the shower water so she could wear it up in a curly bun. She could feel his bite marks and scratches on her skin. Y/N shuddered each time she dragged the sponge over it. Y/N was washing the back of her neck when the curtain to the shower flings open and a large hand wraps around her wet tresses. She screams, her body being dragged out of the shower. Her feet gave out beneath her and now she was on the floor, on her knees, wet eyes blurred. The hand left her hair, Y/N looking around to see Erik. The front of his shirt was soaked from the shower, dreads wild on his forehead and eyes black and menacing.

“Erik, what the fuck?!” Y/N stood up, “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT-“

“You disrespected me too many times, Y/N. I see you took a different route from work today. Had me waiting out there like a fucking idiot. Took me about an hour to get home because of all that traffic. Why do you keep pushing my buttons, ma?”

“Because I can. You don’t own me-“

“I DO. My dick been in you, my tongue been in you, my NUT will impregnate you, so, you are mine. Y/N, please, I am trying to be calm and patient but you are difficult.” Erik placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head like a stern parent, “Do I have to hand cuff you to the bed? I think I do-“

“NO! Pleassseeeee,” Y/N begs, “I’m SO SORRY! I promise,” She chokes on her words, “I won’t disrespect you again, Daddy, I promise I’ll be a good girl just don’t handcuff me to the bed!”

“I love it when you beg me.”

Y/N swallows spit.

“I sacrificed a lot to have you. I worked hard for a long time to make you notice me. Don’t disappoint me. I finally found the perfect girl in you, Y/N. All the others were nothing. Just trial runs. YOU,” Erik grabs her chin with force, “You complete me. The only one that truly completes me.”

“Others?” Y/N looked away from him.

“Yes,” Erik spoke with a shake of his head and a deep sigh, “They don’t matter. It’s me and you now,” Erik picked Y/N up, making her straddle his waist, “They couldn’t handle me like you do. You know how to take all of Daddy, isn’t that right, Princess?”

“Mhm,” Y/N gave Erik a forced smile. Her heart was pounding.

“Come take more of me. I thought about it and...even though you hung up on me, and I wanted to choke you out, I changed me mind. I thought about how much I care about you and love you. That’s what helped me. That’s why I rather fuck you instead of punish you. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” Y/N grabs his face, “I understand why you do the things you do. It’s because you love me so deeply.”

“YES” Erik spoke with a rumble, “YES. My love for you is deeper than my soul. YOU. Are. My. Everything.”

His eyes were frantic. Y/N kisses him, running a hand through his dreads. Erik rubbed his scruffy cheek against her cheek like a tamed animal.

“Daddy,” Y/N spoke with a honeyed tone in his ear, “Daddy, can I please go out tonight? Please? It’s just with work friends I promise I’ll be good. You can even come pick me up.”

Erik grabs her hair, pulling her back so he could look at her. His eyes squinted a little, head slightly tilted up at her, “Where are you going?”

“It’s a karaoke lounge,” Y/N plays with Erik’s gold chain to avoid his hard eyes, “just us girls, singing karaoke, having drinks, fun times.”

“Having fun without me though?” Erik shook his head, “I don’t see how that’s possible when I’m not there.”

“Erik, it’s just a girls night out-“

“Nah, I don’t wanna hear that shit.”

Y/N kisses her teeth, walking away from Erik and into her room. She was so pissed that she forgot to turn off the shower. Erik did too. He didn’t care about the water when his girl was currently pulling out an outfit from her closet to go out without him. Who could be more fun than him? And what’s out there besides some niggas trying to have a piece of her. Y/N is a beautiful woman. If Erik saw that, other niggas definitely did too. There was no denying that. The smell of her hair; that blueberry bliss she always wore in her hair, her pretty chestnut eyes, smooth mocha skin, banging body, all the things that Erik loved some other man would want.

“Let me tell you something. All that girls night out shit? That shit is a DUB. Everytime you went out with your friends you always smiling in your pictures, posting videos having wild fun,” Erik walked over towards Y/N at her closet, grabbing her arm to make her look at him. Her pretty face was creased with rage.

“Now how is that possible when I’m not even there? HUH?” He pressed his face closer to hers, “Who is he?”

“Erik you are mad crazy!!!!” Y/N tried pulling her arm from his grip but there was no use, “It’s just my friends and myself what is wrong with you?!!!! God, I just want to go out for once and I can’t even do that-“

“Who is he? Do I have to kill somebody?” Erik gave her a sinister smirk, “Do I gotta pull up and blow a nigga brains out? Is that what I gotta do? Stop tryna put me in jail, ma. I will merk a nigga REAL FUCKING TALK. Don’t play with me,” Erik pointed a warning finger at her, “DONT ducking play with me, girl.”

Erik let her go, walking away to calm himself.

“Baby, It’s not even like that,” Y/N spoke with difficulty, “Please? You can drive me there and pick me up. I’ll even answer your texts and calls. I promise it’s just me and my girls. I promise, baby.”

Erik’s head fell forward with defeat. He turned towards Y/N, eyes shining with tears. Y/N was confused and perplexed by his emotions towards this. He was truly a broken soul. She didn’t understand what could have caused this.

“You promise?” He spoke sincerely, “You’ll come back to me? This isn’t your way of leaving me?”

“No. No.” Y/N carefully walks up to Erik, “It’s just me having a fun night. When I’m done, you can have me all to yourself, however you want me.”

“We’ll see.” That’s all he says before placing a kiss on her forehead, “You can go out. I’ll drive you and pick you up.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Y/N kissed him, making sure to suck on his bottom lip like he loves.

“You’re welcome.” He spoke with emptiness.

—————————

“Y/N!!!”

Dana, and a few other coworkers were happy to see her. Y/N came dressed in a black faux leather halter catsuit that has a low-cut back with a pair of vans on her feet. Her hair was pulled up into a wet curly bun and she wore only a matte red lip with a cat eye.

“Hey ladies,” Y/N smiles brightly, “Thank God I can get out of the house for once.”

“We thought you were on lock down,” Dana jokes, “Who is this boyfriend anyway? You never talk about him.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Y/N didn’t want to think about Erik while she was out with her friends, “Let’s just have a good time. What are you ladies drinking on?”

“Mixed Hennessy drinks,” Another coworker of hers, Tracey, spoke, “I can order you one.”

“Make it two,” Y/N needed more than that.

———————-

Two hours in and Erik couldn’t stand sitting in the apartment alone. Staring at the walls. A small voice in his head kept telling him to check his phone, see what she’s doing. He cracked his knuckles, clenching his jaw to fight the urge but the more he fought, the more he wanted to lurk on her social media. He knew who her work friends were, he knew their instagrams. If she didn’t post, they sure did. He also had his phone linked with hers. Nothing that made him feel suspicious of her whereabouts came through on his phone.

Just take a quick look. She’s having too much fun without you.

“But she answered my text. She said she loved me.”

Call her again, Killmonger spoke

Erik picks up his phone, deciding to FaceTime call her. It rang and rang, Y/N’s promise down the drain. She said she would answer him. She didn’t. Now he was ferocious.

See? She’s such a liar, Erik. She said she would answer your texts and calls. What are you going to do about that?

Erik gave her the benefit of the doubt, ignoring his inner thoughts and turmoil. She could be singing on stage at the moment. Y/N did say it was a karaoke lounge. If she’s singing she wouldn’t be able to call him.

Still check her social media though. You never know, nigga.

Erik checks Y/N’s Instagram. She didn’t update in a few days and she didn’t have anything on her story. Erik breathes a sigh of relief.

Don’t relax too much. Check her coworkers page. What’s that bitches name? Dana? Yeah, check her out. Didn’t she sleep with Y/N’s ex?

Erik types in Dana’s name: DanaRoss_90.

There, she posted a group picture that included Y/N. His smiling girl with a drink in her hand. She looked so happy. Tipsy even. Erik screen shots the picture to crop later. Dana posted to her story. Erik clicks on it, clicking through a few times before landing on a video of Y/N on stage singing TLC- No Scrubs

A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly

He's also known as a busta (Busta, busta)

Always talkin' about what he wants

And just sits on his broke ass

So no, I don't want your number (Uh, uh)

No, I don't want to give you mine and

No, I don't want to meet you nowhere (No, no)

No, I don't want none of your time and (Uh)

She was pointing to the crowd, swinging her hips while Dana yelled and cheered. She stumbled over a few words because she was so damn drunk. Erik felt his blood running hot in his veins.

“Why are you so damn sloppy drunk right now?” Erik angrily talked like he was speaking to her, “Any nigga could see that as an opportunity, ma.”

Go to her

Erik watched the video again before clicking over to the next story. Y/N wasn’t in this one, it was Dana’s face while she profiles. Erik clicked through a few more times to find Dana taking a video of the live crowd. The place was packed. As she panned her phone, Erik caught a glimpse of some dude talking closely with Y/N at the bar. He was leaning in closely to talk to her Y/N smiling and laughing. Erik shot up from the couch. He replayed that video over and over. Erik clicks through and there was only a picture with her and Dana, a blurry one. The story ended. Erik clenches his fists, nostrils flared and his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He almost broke his phone with how angry he was.

“Does she think I’m stupid?!” Erik spoke, walking back and forth, “Does she think I’m playing? She doesn’t understand...” Erik grabs his keys, walking out of that house in a frenzy. He almost bumped into Y/N’s neighbor. Out of the apartment building, Erik ran to his car. He opened the trunk, pulling out a duffle bag that he hadn’t used since kidnapping Y/N’s ex. He hopped inside, starting up his car without putting on his seatbelt. He did 80 down that rode. Fuck 12, fuck whoever was in his way, he needed to get to Y/N and fast. Erik called her again, the phone ringing and ringing. It went straight to voice mail.

“OKAY. OKAY. You must think I’m playing. WHO IS TNAT MOTHERFUCKER!”

Erik calls her again. It goes straight to voicemail.

“IM ON MY WAY. YOU BETTER PRAY FOR THAT NIGGA.”

Erik calls again. It goes straight to voicemail.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! IM SO UPSET WITH YOU RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE NEVER GOING OUT AGAIN, EVER. DO YOU HERE ME!!!!”

Erik hangs up, punching his stirring wheel and shouting like a mad man.

“FUCK!!!!!!!” His shouts almost broke the glass.

“Did you fuck him?” He spoke to himself, “Do you know him? Is he touching my body? The body that belongs to me?”

Yes

Erik knew what he had to do to make you understand.

—————————

“Dammit,” Y/N checks her phone.

10 missed calls. 12 unread messages.

“Fuck.” She panicked.

“Are you okay?” Terry, a sweet guy that she met at the lounge looked at her with worry.

“Uhm, I have to go.”

“Now? Do you want me to take you home?” Terry spoke while stroking Y/N’s back, “You’re really drunk right now from all those Hennessy mixes you had. Six I believe?”

“I,” Y/N stumbles, “I gotta go.”

“I can walk you out and wait with you until your uber comes.”

“I have to call-my-my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” Terry said with a raised brow.

“Mhm,” Y/N felt her head spinning.

“Why isn’t he here with you. You’re so damn fine. I wouldn’t have left you here with just your girls.”

“Terry, I appreciate the compliment but I have a man-“

“It’s cool. I just wanted you to know that.”

“My girls can help me out,” Y/N looked up at Terry with low eyes, “Dana? Tracey? Brooke?”

Terry looked around him, “don’t see them,” Terry grabs Y/N’s clutch, wrapping an arm around her waist, “Let’s go through the back way, that’s where the Ubers pull up. Out front is too busy.”

Y/N hesitated but then she finally gave in, “I’ll call my boyfriend and if he doesn’t answer I’ll take an Uber.”

Terry grabs a bottle of water from the bartender, walking Y/N towards the back of the lounge. They squeezed past a few people smoking weed before descending the stairs. Y/N was dragging her feet but Terry had her with his strong arms. He was tall, smooth tan skin with waves in his hair and a charming smile. His eyes were a pure hazel and he smelled like cedar.

“Oh my God,” Y/N’s stomach turned, “I’m gonna be sick-“

“Here,” Terry brought her around the lounge, in front of an Alley way across from a vacant parking lot, “You Gotta vomit?”

“Mhm,” Y/N hunched over, “I shouldn’t have drank so much.

She could feel the vomit leave her mouth. It came out in chunks. Her throat burned. Terry soothes her by stroking her back. Y/N waited a moment to see if she needed to do more but her stomach settled. She lifts, accepting the bottle of water from Terry. Y/N swishes it around her mouth spitting out the water then drank some. She hated the taste in her mouth.

Footsteps could be heard approaching them. Y/N’s blurry eyes looked up to see a guy with a tribal mask on his face stepping towards them with a bop in his hips and fists clenched. She was too drunk to register what was happening. Terry spoke while holding an arm around her waist.

“Can we help you, brother?”

POP POP.

Terry’s arm left Y/N’s shoulder. She could hear him fall to the ground with a loud thud. Y/N looked down at his body, hands reaching out behind her to brace the alley wall. Around the corner, footsteps could be heard running back into the club. Y/N placed a hand over her mouth, her eyes watering and her breath leaving her body. She looked up at the man who put two bullets in Terry’s head. That mask cast a haunting shadow. The eyes behind them looked so familiar to her. Her brain began to register what was happening. He lifted that mask, wiping his sweaty nose with the back of his hand that still held that gun. Blood soiled his crisp white tee and jeans.

“What’s up, Princess?”

Y/N wailed.

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[angelic-holland]

New Girl, Old Feelings // th x fem!reader

requested: netflix and chill w/ Tom, friends to lovers 

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: embarrassing loss of virginity stories, smut

A/N: small flashback in italics at the beginning! 

It became almost a routine for you and Tom. He’d come back from filming and sleep for about a day, then you’d show up with a box of pizza and the pair of you would sit, typically with Tessa between you, and watch New Girl. 

You actually became friends when he told you a fake name from New Girl while you were serving him coffee. 

He didn’t like using his real one, knew that people might find out who he is and go crazy in Starbucks. So instead he smiled at you and said ‘Schmidt’. You grinned right back, “New Girl fan?”

And he was cute, and you loved a guy with good taste in tv so when he replied with, “big fan, sort of want to marathon it with somebody,” you flirted back.

“I’ve been meaning to watch it again too,” your eyes twinkled, daring him to respond, to invite you over. 

He nodded, the same twinkle in his eyes before you wrote the name on his cup along with his drink order, casually writing your number below the fake name.

When he texted you the next day you were over the moon, but when you found out he was famous, you figured it was best for you two to be friends. It’s not like there was nothing there. You would flirt, he would take the bait and flirt back, but it was all playful, neither of you moving past the flirtatious friendship you found yourself in.

You were watching episode 23 of the second season, “Virgins”, each of the characters recounting funny, heartwarming stories of how they lost their virginity. Tessa was at his parents' house since he just got back from his press tour for Spiderman: Far From Home.

“So,” Tom nudges your shoulder.

“So,” you nudge back, feeling his stare on the side of your face.

“How’d you lose your virginity?”

You choked out a laugh, “you really wanna know?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“This is so god damn embarrassing,” you laugh, burying your face in your hands.

“Can’t be as bad as mine.”

“Okay, I was out with a guy, we had just saw Suicide Squad and we were making out in the front seat of his Jeep. And we, you know, did the deed, but honestly he wasn’t my cup of tea so I was just picturing Margot Robbie the entire time-,”

“Wait are you-,” Tom pauses, “cause I don’t care if you are I just thought-,”

“No, I’m not gay, I don’t prefer labels, guys are hot, women are hot, everyone’s hot.”

“Even me?”

“You know you’re hot.”

“True, come on there’s gotta be more to this story for it to be embarrassing.”

“And I apparently leaned my back against the horn for too long and the mall security guard caught us, his dick literally inside me, clothes still completely on, fucking in his car. Worst day of my life, by far,” you weren’t exactly embarrassed by what you were saying, because this was Tom and you told Tom everything, you were comfortable but the memory made your cheeks heat up.

“My dad caught me.”

“Oh I’m so glad you also got caught, that’s the fucking worst isn’t it?”

“He kicked the girl out too, literally in the middle of having sex he told her to put some clothes on and get out of his house.”

“Tom! Oh my god that’s the worst actually.”

“Might’ve had something to do with we were pissed drunk after prom but yeah, one of my many fails.”

“Many! Oh Tom, do tell.”

“No, no way, too embarrassing,” he laughs, hand moving to rest against your leg, it was a casual touch, his finger drawing gentle circles against it, you found out he enjoyed human touch, whether it was a head on a shoulder, hand on the thigh, and it was comfortable. You enjoyed the warmth his fingertips spread through your body.

You both turned to pay attention to the characters on the screen, Jess was pushing the elevator button and you knew what was coming next. 

Nick sweeps Jess off her feet, his eyes trained on her lips. Out of instinct you lick your own and Tom’s fingers freeze on your thigh, breath caught in his throat.

“What are you doing?” Jess asks Nick as he guides her back to their apartment.

“Let’s not think about it,” Nick replies. 

“Tom?” You turn your head to face him and he’s smiling at you as Nick and Jess kiss on screen. 

“Let’s not think about it,” he whispers and his other hand moves to cup the back of your head, eyes staring at your lips before he pulls you towards him. Your eyes slip shut as you meet his lips with an excited shiver. 

“Wait,” you pull away, hands smoothing down the front of his shirt, “I don’t, don’t want this to be, just this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to be mine,” You whisper, eyes searching his for an indication that he didn’t feel the same. That your New Girl rewatch was over, that you made things awkward by searching for more.

“Oh thank fuck, I’ve wanted to be yours since you wrote Schmidt on my coffee cup.”

You smirk before moving his lips back to yours with a tug on the front of his shirt. 

His tongue meets yours and it’s excited as you run your hands under his shirt and sigh as your hands meet his warm stomach and chest.

His hands were more urgent than yours, like he would let go and you wouldn’t be there anymore. 

They moved to grip your hips, your legs easily swinging over his to straddle his hips.

Your mouths never broke apart, slightly sloppy as you attempted to make up for a year of lost time with the press of his lips against yours, fingers driving you crazy as they run along the bare skin under your tank top. You could feel his cock hard underneath his sweatpants against your ass, your hips slowly grinding against his hips.

“You want this?” Tom asks, fingers playing with the edge of your shorts.

“Oh fuck yeah,” you laugh and he’s helping you pull his shirt off, yours is next and he takes a deep breath as your breasts, encased in a pretty purple fabric press against his bare chest.

“God,” he grunts before his hands work on unhooking your bra. You toss it to the side and his hands are back on you, gently cupping your breasts as his lips trail down your neck.

Your hands work on unbuttoning your shorts as he takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue soothing it after a cheeky bite. 

“Tom,” you whimper, his arms make quick work holding your back and sides tight before flipping you over. You pull off your shorts, shoving them down your legs while his hands make quick work of tossing them off the rest of the way. The lace covering where he wanted to be was shiny and wet with your arousal and Tom grunted as he settles on the floor between your spread thighs, fingers working your panties down your legs. The sight of your pussy, aching and wanting leaves him breathless as he balls your panties up in one hand, the other is a comforting weight on your hip.

“Can I?” He asks, lips leaving heated kisses up your thighs, pausing right next to your pussy.

“Please,” you whisper and his eyes darken before his tongue darts out and explores your folds just like he explored your mouth before. 

The sound of the theme song for the next episode and your quiet whimpers and moans filled the room as his lips wrapped around your clit. 

“Tommy,” you cry out as he slips a finger into your heat, then another, you’re clenching around his as he crooks his fingers just right and the sound of that nickname falling from your full lips has him moaning around your clit, sending you hurtling towards a mindblowing orgasm. 

Tom works you through it, fingers slowing to a stop as his lips move to lick through your folds, as his fingers pull out of you he sucks them into his mouth and the sight alone makes you whimper before he’s standing up.

“Where’re you going?” You manage to get out, chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath. 

“Condom, stay right there darling,” he grins before bouncing off to his room. He comes back shortly with a silver wrapper in his hands and you pull him back down to you, turning him so you can straddle his hips. It’s a little clumsy as your chin bumps into his head, struggling to turn but you both giggle and his soft eyes are making your heart melt as you help him pull his sweatpants off. There’s no barrier between you now, no unsaid words and flirty eyes. Just you and Tom, bare for each other. His hard cock is throbbing against his stomach as you kiss him, one of your hands move to stroke his cock, thumb swiping the precum off the head and using it to help your hand. 

He groans into your mouth as his hands work to pull the condom out. You work in tandem to put the condom on and when you do his hands move to your ass, holding onto you as you lift yourself up, gripping his shoulders before slowly sinking down on his cock.

You pant against his lips when he’s fully seated inside of you. 

“Fuck,” he moans your name as you start to move, his hands making sure your body is flush against his body. 

No words really need to be exchanged other than whispers of each other’s name, your fingers leaving crescent marks in his shoulders as his press tightly against the skin of your hips, helping you move when the burning in your thighs slows you down. 

You’re so close and Tom can feel you clench around him, his cock twitching in response.

His fingers find their way to your clit, you’re too caught up in the feeling of his wet lips against your jaw, sucking and marking you when his thumb rubs your clit, you’re coming with a cry of his name. One more push of your hips against his sends his head spinning and he’s coming with a grunt of your name as you relax against him.

“That was nice,” you mumble as he helps you off of him.

“Just nice?” A laugh and an eyebrow raise meets your sweaty face as you collapse back against the sofa. 

“More like so mindblowing you sound like an idiot when you try to describe it.”

“Fair enough,” Tom smirks and you watch him turn and admire his butt while he takes the condom off, tossing it in the trash in the kitchen before disappearing to his bedroom.

He comes back with a washcloth and a T-shirt of his. 

He settles back on the floor, using the washcloth to clean your soaked pussy and thighs. 

“Here,” He says, helping you slip his shirt on, smiling as his fingers trace the mark he left on your jaw.

“Do I get to keep it?” You ask, tucking your legs underneath you while he starts to get dressed. 

“Hmm,” he steps back as he pulls his sweatpants up and stares at you, hair crazy, bare legs, arms wrapped around them over his T-shirt, “I’ve always wanted to see you in my shirt and I love it.”

You smile softly as he leans down and kisses your lips. You never want him to pull back for air.

Before you can wrap your hands around his neck and pull him down for round two the front door to his apartment swings open and you hear Tessa’s excited bark.

“Hey Tom, y/n,” Harry’s voice rings out and you quickly throw the blanket over your bare legs. 

You turn your head sheepishly as Tom attempts to grab your clothes, bra and panties still bright purple thrown on the ground. 

“Oh shit, well about fucking time,” Harry laughs, leaning against the living room entrance, Tessa jumping up on the couch. 

Tom waves off Harry who tells him to keep it in his pants when Tessa’s around before leaving.

As you and Tom settle back on the couch, your head in his lap, Tessa’s head resting on your stomach you start laughing hysterically. 

“What?” Tom asks curiously as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“It’s fitting the first time with each other someone also catches us.”

*** 

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[mrsrhys23]

Be alright (Chapter four)

Paring: Colt x MC

Warnings: Just language. 

Word count: 1,815 

A/N: All characters belong to Pixelberry.

A massive thank you to @desiree—1986​ for beta reading and helping me with everything else! 

Permatag: @cordoniaqueensworld @desiree—1986 @itschoicesstuff  @emilypowell001

RoD tags: @lovehugsandcandy​ @troublemakerinspace​

“Do you know how to pick up a phone?” he asked, almost jokingly, like everything that had happened over the last week had been forgotten. Like it didn't matter. 

“Colt…” she said quietly. Ellie looked up from the floor up to him. “What are you doing here?” 

“What are you doing here?” Colt asked, completely avoiding her question. She knew he was there for her but they weren’t  together anymore, at least not in Ellie’s head. 

Ellie looked up to him, very briefly locking eyes before she let out an almost bitter chuckle. “What am I doing here? You threw me out of our home. I couldn't go to my dad not after everything so here I am. To be quite honest I didn't really want to even be in the same state as you,” she snarled at him. 

“Oh so I'm suddenly the bad guy? You're saying it was all my fault? He asked, in complete and utter disbelief. 

Frankly, Ellie wanted to beat the shit out of him. He really knew how to piss somebody off when he wanted to. She was aware this conversation needed to happen sooner or later but she didn't expect it to happen on her grandparents porch. Colt turning up had knocked her off guard. 

“We’re not doing this here,” she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside then led him into the living room. 

The dogs went mental, barking and jumping up at Colt. They were friendly but always got too excited when somebody new came. Colt bent over slightly rubbing behind both the dogs ears. 

He looked up to Ellie as she started to pace almost being able to feel the anger radiating off of her. 

“Babe…,” Colt started, as he stood up properly. 

Ellie turned to face him seething. “Do. Not. Call. Me. That!” she yelled. 

Colt looked taken aback. This wasn't their first row. They’d always be pissed, one of them normally left for a little while, normally for just a few hours, then they’d come back and kiss and make up but never had Ellie reacted like this. But then again never had their arguments turned violent. 

“You think everything is just some kind of joke, you take nothing seriously. It’s like you’re incapable of acting like an adult. You always have to be clever so think carefully about what you’re going to say next,” she warned. 

Colt stepped towards her but she stepped back. Colt felt his heart beginning to pound against his rib cage, he honestly thought it was going to come right out of his chest. “Ellie-” Colt said, calmly. 

“You just don't get it do you?!” She bellowed at him, startling and making both dogs whine. ““Get what? We had a row, it’s over, we’ve had time to calm down.” 

She shook her head, “No.” 

“No? What do you mean no?” Colt could be a dick, a massive one at that but Ellie always forgave him. He’d always say sorry...eventually and they’d move on. This time it felt different, he was scared he’d actually lost her this time. 

He knew that he didn't quite deserve her, she was a much better person than he was but he did love her. More than he’d ever loved anyone. 

“No, I'm not doing this. Not anymore. Why are you here?” she snapped. 

“Because somebody doesn't know how to pick up a phone, I  was worried about you. I even had to go to your dad to get him to help me find you. You can't just disappear, Ellie.” 

“And you can't tell me what to do! Colt you seem to have this  extraordinary superpower where you can just forget every fucked up thing you've ever done!”

“Sorry, I'm the fucked up one?” he asked, seething himself. “You’re the crazy bitch who beat the shit out of my bike with a tire iron!” 

“Well, it was either your bike or your face so…,” she shrugged. 

“You got a good hit the other day though, didn't you?” he said, pointing to his yellow and green bruise over his nose and right eye socket. She swallowed hard, she hadn't even noticed it. 

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I shouldn't have hit you.”

“Well, you did it anyway,” Colt retorted childishly. 

“Another thing: you need to quit calling me a bitch! It hurts! Every time we get into an argument that's the first insult you use. Frankly, I think it’s the only one you know. And it’s not just when we’re arguing, it's all the time, you mutter it under your breath when you think i can't hear you.” 

“No, I don't,” he insisted. 

“Yes, you do! I’m not deaf Colt and I’m not an idiot! You literally just said it! There you go using your superpower again!” she said, giving a condescending round of applause, “It’s either that or you have short term memory loss.” 

“Well, maybe if you stopped being such a bitch all the time and criticising everything...”

Ellie grabbed at her hair, “God could you be more self involved?!” She let go of her hair, looking back up to him. Her vision became clouded by the tears starting to well but she didn't want to let them fall. “I gave you everything, Colt. Everything I had I gave it to you. I even lost my fucking virginity to you! All you have ever done is make me feel like shit, like everything I've done means nothing, like it’s never good enough. Like I'm just a toy to you. Something you can fuck and play with until all my tricks don’t work anymore and you get bored!” 

“That’s bullshit!” Colt interrupted, “You know that.” 

“No I don't! I don't even remember the last time you said that you loved me!” She yelled, her voice cracking. “ I mean the only time you ever show affection is when we’re fucking each other! Never have you spontaneously said that you love me, or given me a hug and kiss or anything! I always have to make the first move unless you’re feeling  particularly horny then you're more than happy to.” 

“You are actually full of it! None of that is true Ellie. It’s all in your head,” Colt snarled at her through gritted teeth. 

“Yes, it is Colt!” She screamed, “And you fucking know its true. Answer this: when was the last time that you said you loved me? Eh? Can you even remember?” 

Colt thought for a second. He shouldn't have needed to but he did. It had recently been their anniversary but he didn't even say it then. “I-I don't know,” he stuttered. 

“That’s because you’ve only said it once Colt. Once, while we were having sex months ago,” she explained now unable to hold the onslaught of tears back. “I tell you I love you everyday and you always ask me why. It’s becoming a daily occurrence that you ask why I'm still around. Why I put up with you and I truly do not know the answer to that!” 

Colt quickly wiped a tear away. “I’m sorry,” he said, trying to stop his voice cracking but failing to do so. 

“Sorry is not bloody good enough,” she growled. “Why am I not good enough Colt? Am I not pretty enough? Not smart enough? Not good enough in bed? I don't know! Why don't you tell me what’s so wrong with me that you can't just love me? Because I love you. I gave up everything to be with you, my dad, friends, college,  absolutely everything to be with you and you never said thank you or showed me in any shape or form that you appreciated it,” she cried, there really was no holding back those tears, not now. 

Ellie  thought that over time, if she showed him how much she loved him then that would magically fix everything. That they’d be okay, that he’d love her but it didn't work. 

Ellie’s tiny body wracked with sobs as she looked down to her feet. After she took in a deep breath, steeling herself she looked back up to him. Her heart shattered seeing tears streaming down his own cheeks but that didn't matter, not now, this needed to be said.  

“Do you remember the day your dad got hurt by the Brother Hood?” 

Colt raised his eyebrow, “Why? Why does that matter?” 

“Do you remember it or not?” She asked, her voice sounded croaky. 

“Yes…,” he muttered, wiping his eyes. 

“Why do you think I helped you Colt?” 

“To prove that you could? To impress everyone? Prove that you're quite the badass? I don't know.”

Ellie scoffed, “Is that what you really think?” she asked, quietly. “God you are so stupid!” 

“What does that mean? This happened over a year ago. It doesn't matter anymore.” 

“Maybe not,” Ellie shrugged, “ Proving a point? Is that why you think I did it? I helped you because you were scared, whether you will admit that or not. I helped you so your dad wouldn't get hurt again or killed. I didn't do it to impress someone, to prove a point, I did it because it was right! Because I loved you and I didn't want you getting hurt or your dad!” She screamed. 

“Loved? That’s past tense.” 

“Love. I-I meant love,” she explained. 

“That’s not what you just said,” Colt retorted. 

“At least I say I love you! I don't act like a scared little boy that's afraid to confront his feelings!” 

“I’m perfectly in touch with my feelings thanks.” 

Ellie laughed bitterly, “That is the understatement of the year and we’re only two months in! We don't work so why are we trying to force it?” 

“Are you breaking up with me?” 

“Why shouldn't I? Eh? I’m sick of walking on eggshells around you, constantly  wondering if I'm good enough. I think this has been a long time coming. Lets just call it quits,” she shrugged. 

“Are you really doing this?” 

“Yes...You scared me the other night, Colt,” she said, honestly, watching Colt’s expression fall. He wasn't thinking. “You made me leave our home when you knew full well I had nowhere else to go. You hurt me,” she said, putting her hand unconsciously on her own fading bruise, Colt followed her hand to it, noticing it for the first time as Ellie took her hand away. 

“Ellie, baby-” He said, wiping away a stray tear. He didn't mean to hurt her, he didn't even know that he had grabbed her that hard. 

“I thought I told you not to call me that! I’m not yours anymore. I don't think I ever was not really, not like you were mine. The worst thing about all of this is I don't think I can trust you anymore,” she explained, calmly. 

“So that’s it? You’re really doing this?” 

“That's it,” she shrugged, “We’re over.”  

[space-whalesharks]

johnnic + 27 ("kiss me.") uwu

Blood Dragon 2 1/2 

Deputy Nic Raylan hears something she’s not thrilled about while working with Guy Marvel and figures out that maybe making a deal with the devil is better than dealing with an asshole. 

“Hey, get back here. I think Guy wants to make out with you.” 

Deputy Nicolette Raylan groaned. She had helped Guy Marvel clear out the angels around that set because back in the day she had loved his movies. They were absolute disasters and therefore cult classics as far as she was concerned. But spending as little as twenty seconds with the man shot all that adoration in the face and buried it. 

He was one of those directors. Arrogant and sleazy and gross. Her film major friends in college had been privy to a few of those jerks in the making. And now she got to deal with them herself. And there was no way in Hell that he was going to leave her alone if she just ignored him. Men didn’t work that way. And now she was within walking distance of the set. And sure, the PAs seemed decent enough considering they wanted to murder the man, but she still didn’t like her chances. She needed somebody, but the Ryes were across town, Sharky and Hurk were off melting angel faces somewhere and probably couldn’t hear a radio over explosions and fire, Jess and Grace had gone hunting that day- there were next to no options if she wanted to deter the creep. 

Until she got an idea. A horrible, no good, stupid, very very bad idea, but it would probably work. And be the fastest option. But also open a brand new can of Yikes worms. Fuck. 

It had taken her ten minutes and three radio calls from Guy in the span of five of those minutes to make her decision. 

Stomach in knots, she switched to a different frequency and leaned in. “John? I need a favor.” 

The response was nearly immediate. “Deputy…” came John’s distinct purr. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“What are you doing right now?” she asked. Because right, what she was about to suggest wasn’t going to inflate his ego enough, she just had to go with suggestive phrasing. 

“Why repairing all the damage you caused around these parts the last couple of days, my dear. Why do you ask?” 

“I need you to meet me at the Guy Marvel set in ten minutes.” 

“Now why would I-” 

“Because, and I can’t believe I’m about to say this- I need to make a fucking point to this fucker, and you’re the only person around who I could make this work with. And I mean, considering you’re both interested in me, out of the two of you you’re the one I trust not to shove his hand down my pants mid-conversation.” 

“… … … What?” 

“Just get here.” 

She made her way back to the set and waited. Minutes ticked by like hours until she saw the cherry red Pygmalion speeding down the road. She saw him pull up to the lot, she and John made eye contact and she delighted in the confused look he gave her. She coughed obnoxiously loudly so Guy would hear it a few yards away nd hurried over to the car. She yanked the door open and climbed inside. Her stomach lurched one more time before she decided to sell her soul to the devil. “Kiss me.” 

John’s eyebrows shot up, but he recovered quickly enough and smirked. “Lust is a-” 

“Sin. Yeah it is, that’s part of the fucking problem. Kiss me.” 

“Why the-” 

“Jesus,” Nicolette hissed before she leaned over him and yanked the lever to tilt his seat backwards. She tried not to enjoy his yelp of alarm too much before she tossed a leg over his lap, crushed her mouth to his and ground her hips down into his for good measure. 

And of course she felt him respond below the belt within seconds and she almost groaned in disgust- and then annoyance when she felt that he was packing. Of course the guy who, in any other circumstance, she probably would’ve jumped into bed with immediately if not for the whole psychopath thing, was hung. It wasn’t fair. 

“BABY! What the fuck is taking you so long?!” 

And there he was, the asshole of the hour. Showtime. She grimaced internally for a moment before she grabbed John’s headrest in order to scoot higher into his lap, then took his hands and put them on her ass. Well, now she was the hypocrite, considering that ‘hands in my pants’ comment she had made when she was practically assaulting him- except he was hardly complaining.

Still, thankfully John’s brain caught up with what was possibly going on- or caught up with his dick, who really knew- and began to kiss her in earnest, giving as good as she did- and pulled her ass closer to him. 

God, the man could kiss- it really wasn’t fair.

She moaned into his mouth as loudly as possible, giving it an overdramatic touch that would make pornstars roll their eyes. 

“BABE- Oh!” Guy cut himself off from just outside. 

Nicolette tore her mouth from John’s and blinked innocently. “Oh! Guy! Hi!” she perked up. “Uh… sorry…” she stroked John’s chest for a moment. “Got… distracted.” She bit her lip and smiled.

“I’ll fuckin’ say,” Guy agreed with a strange tone. Probably turned on. Asshole. “Who the fuck is this?” 

Nicolette blanched for a moment. Did he seriously not know who John was? She had hoped he would fuck off if he thought she was fucking one of the Heralds of the ‘noisest motherfuckers out there’ but to not know John at all? Well, on second thought he probably didn’t bother getting to know any of the people involved in the cult- his head was up far too deep in his ass to do that. Loving yourself and yourself alone would do that.  “This is my boyfriend. Sorry, we just… haven’t seen each other in so long. Just got carried away.” She looked at John. 

John, to his credit, just went with it. He moved his hand up to her hip and stroked it. “Can’t keep my hands off her. She… slips away from me so easily…” he dug his fingers into her hips pointedly at that, and he contained a cringe when she dug her nails into his chest in retaliation. “Sorry, who are you?” he asked. 

Nicolette nearly sighed out loud. The bastard was playing along. Thank fuck. 

Guy immediately went red in the face. “You’re looking at Guy Marvel, pal. Maker of Dead Living Zombies and Blood Dragon 2 and 3, which I’m making now.” 

“Huh. Never heard of them,” John commented drily. 

Nicolette firmly bit her cheek at the sight of the ghost of a smirk that John got in his face that gave away that he knew exactly who the man was. 

Guy went even more red in the face. “Never heard of…” 

John offered him a polite smile. “So my girlfriend here is helping out?” 

“Keepin’ my production safe and secure from those inbred fuckin’ cultists, Hell yeah,” Guy replied. 

John’s smile widened and something changed in his eyes- it was an absolutely predatory look, not unlike the one he had given her in the bunker during her botched confession. “Fucking cultists…” he agreed. 

“Well, you gonna let her come work for me again?” Guy asked. 

Nicolette sharper at that and went to get off Johns lap to give him a piece of her mind.

John dug his fingers into her sides again to keep her still.

She gave him a puzzled look.

The dark edge came back into John’s eyes. He stroked Nicolette’s hip again and leaned closer to him. “Listen, Mister Mabel-” 

“Marvel.” 

“Whatever. My girlfriend does as she pleases. I don’t let her do anything because it’s not my call. If she wants to do something, I say yes, because I don’t own her. And she makes her own choices, as… … disappointing as some of them are,” he cast her a look, and she arched a challenging eyebrow.  “That said…” he looked back at Guy. “I’m…  very proud of her and her exploits. And I like keeping her all to myself.  I’m not one to share. So if I hear you call her ‘Babe’ or any variation, I will find you, and you will not like the outcome. However, that’s provided that she doesn’t get sick of you first and… take matters into her own hands. She can be quite rough when she wants to be.” He pulled his shirt aside to show the edges of the ‘Sloth’ scar. “Do we have an understanding?” 

Guy paled a fair bit and looked like he wasn’t sure whether to look at Nicolette, the scar, or John. “Yes sir.” 

“Good,” John grinned. He opened the car door. “I’ll see you back at the house, Dear. Go on, do your thing.” 

Nicolette looked from him to Guy, only to see that the spot was vacant- and he was a few feet ahead, already booking it back to the set. She sighed in relief. “Can’t believe I’m saying this either, but thank you, John. Don’t know why I didn’t think of just straight up threatening him in the first place.” 

“Most men need the additional push, unfortunately. Especially when they’re ants who think they’re gods in the greater scheme of things.” 

“Okay, Hypocritical Crazy Person. Think long and hard about that one and think about yourself. See you next time I blow up a couple of silos.” She went to dismount him. 

John caught her wrist. “That wasn’t for free,” he pointed out. 

She sighed. “What, you’re not the ‘seal a deal with a kiss’ type of demon?” 

“No. I’m a confession for a favor kind of guy,” he countered. 

Nicolette searched his face for a moment, but found he looked entirely serious. Again, deal with the devil- out of the frying pan into the fire- you made your bed, lay in it kind of things. Besides, she had escaped one Confession. She could escape another. “Fine. Tomorrow. The Ranch. Noon. No one else is there.” 

“Deal,” John agreed. 

Nicolette got off of him the rest of the way and hurried back towards Guy. She hoped the pay was good. If he even paid her. Well, what was another fucking favor at that point. 

———————————–

At 12:30 the next day, Nicolette was sitting in the basement of Seed Ranch, strapped to a chair near identical to the last one. She had been ‘fashionably late’ by a few minutes. By some miracle he had allowed it, but made sure to strap her in as he went on about Confession again. He eventually ended his spiel, and then pointed the tattoo again. “So… we know you’re Wrath, but… any other of those delicious little sins left in you, Deputy?” 

“Plenty, Seed.” 

“Do go on then…” 

Nicolette opened her mouth to respond, and then was immediately cut off when her radio gave a crackle, and then- 

“Hey! Baby! Baby! Get your beautiful ass back here! I need you again! All my people left me like the cheap little shits they are, and you’re all I got!” 

Guy. Again. Are you fucking kidding me? She went wide eyed at the intrusion and tried not to laugh at how indignant John looked. John went to take it off her hip and she raised them and scooted back to get it out of his reach. “Uh uh. You break it or turn it off, I can miss any other bullshit that your people or your siblings pulled. I came here willingly, trade or not. We do this on my terms. I keep the radio. Only fair.” 

“Fine,” John hissed. He moved back. “So, what e-” 

“Baby, come on, don’t be like that!” 

John snarled and launched himself at her radio. He unclipped it from her belt before she could protest. “Mister Marvel. I do believe we had a discussion about that name, did we not?”

“Shit. Uh, sorry. Just need that - uh-” 

“Yes, well, the Deputy and I are a  little… busy at the moment,” John reached over to her hip, pinched and twisted the skin there.

Nicolette yelped- then all but slammed her mouth shut when she realized just what sort of sound John had been aiming for with that sound. ‘Dick’ she mouthed. 

John merely smirked at her and then sighed a little too dreamily. “You catch my drift, Madel?” 

“Marvel.”

“Do. You. Catch. It?” John repeated. 

“Yeah, yeah I catch it.”

“Good. Goodbye, Mister-” 

“WAIT!” 

John groaned. He went to switch the radio off, only for Nicolette to give him a pointed look. He sighed. “What?” 

“Look, I might as well give up the ghost with this thing. It’s doomed from the start. Weak ass location, week ass production staff, weak ass budget. I have to branch out.” 

John and Nicolette exchanged brief looks of morbid confusion. 

“I mean, both of you guys are hot. You clearly don’t mind an audience. Ever consider doing porn? With each other of course, I’m not some cr-” 

“Ooooh my God,” Nicolette concluded, the same time John immediately turned the radio off and all but shoved it back onto her belt. “… That might have actually taken the cake for worst thing I’ve ever heard out of anyone’s mouth here. And that’s saying a lot. That was worse than you guys. But honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t take him up on that because of the way you were the last time with my shirt and that camera there for some reason and-” 

John stared at her for a few seconds, then wordlessly walked over to the chair and unstrapped her. “Get. Out.” 

“Fine. Wonder what Joseph would think about tha-” 

“OUT!” 

“You got it.” 

——————————————————

John radioed her the next day with the offer of a redo. And for some reason unbeknownst to her common sense, she had accepted. 

John had immediately taken the radio off her hip when she arrived, though. 

To both of their surprise, she had played nicely- as he had. He had gotten her out of a potential bind, even if it was just another part of their cat and mouse game. She had cited Pride, named a few instances of it, and he had just finished tattooing the first line of the ‘P’ in her side when one of his men bustled in and commented that someone ‘was on the Deputy’s frequency, calling and asking for her nonstop.’

“And who is it? Sheriff Whitehorse, all gallant up on his white horse, eager to come to the rescue?” 

“No, sir. Some weird name. Guy something. Marvel, maybe?” 

“… God DAMN IT! Get him off the radio! Cut our own fucking frequency if you have to.” 

The Peggie bustled out quickly. 

There was dead silence for a while. “You know, Johnny Boy. New deal.” 

“Oh?” John hissed. 

“A trade. Hudson for Marvel. Because it’s a win-win for everyone. And a favor to the fucking Universe. And he’s probably got all sins in droves compared to her. He’s gonna take a while.” 

John stared at her, and then got that predatory smile on his face again. “Why Deputy, that might be the smartest thing you’ve said yet.” 

“Thought you might like that. So, deal?” 

“Deal.” 

—————————————————————————————–

Two days later, a very confused Joey Hudson was nudged past the Falls End sign by none other than John Seed. She had asked why, and he had responded that “a little blood dragon” had told him to do it. Whatever that meant. 

It was equally puzzling when Nicolette gave her the exact same answer. 

She wanted to get to the bottom of things, but she had learned not to ask questions as of late in this town. 

After all, sometimes it was best to leave well enough alone. 

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Ft. Lauderdale- tryst- part 5- a Halene fantasy!

So every time Helene posts a pic like this- it birthes fic- smutty smutty fic!!

 I have zero idea where this was taken- but it looks sunny- sooo- South Florida it is!

"What're you doing?"

The hula hoop dropped to the floor. She knew this was Harry's room. Would be where he set up his gypsy sanctuary for the day, but her hula hoop had wound up in here, lord knew how, and when she had found it, because somebody had seen it and thought it weird too, she'd noticed the light.

Helene figures that always noticing the light was an occupational hazard. It was really bright in here, lovely, and her hoop was here, and she just hadn't had time to practice in ages, tour was either really busy or entirely boring, and it flipped on a dime, she liked to be ready. But, in effect, she had not hooped or filmed it for her insta in forever. It would make a good addition to her story.

His room wasn't set up, and she thought she had heard a rumor that the boss man, big man, was volunteering or doing something with or for March for our Lives. She had the room to her self.

The movement is familiar and Helene finds that so many things are like riding a bike. Muscle memory turns on, and you go with the motion, and all the rust falls off and bam.

She took a few turns, found her rhythm and her sass and decided she needed a song to make it better.  The scan through her phone found her in the Harry section. Wild Thoughts would be perfect, Harry's version, with that riff to turn to off Mitch's guitar, but there was only the video. She couldn't film and listen to it. Maybe just as a warm up.

His voice, it made her warm all over. Her first poetical rabbit trail was that it was a warm bath. But that was way to relaxing of a comparison. Harry's voice did not relax her, though it did raise her temperature. Maybe that was a better comparisons. It was like a chemical reaction- exothermic. Like making caramel, he was sweet to taste.

Hearing his voice, asking her if she wanted to see him naked was like lighter fluid on the flame of her libido. He was incendiary.

It would make for quite the swivel in her hooping video. Too bad she could only listen and not film.

She had just settled for Shawn Mendez, Particular Taste, and cued up her set up, shook off Harry's deep, depth plumbing question, and found her rhythm when his real voice startled her enough to drop her groove.

Her hoop was weighted, so it didn't make a jingle, more of a thud when it hit the ground.

"What're you doing?" When she turned around he was just inside the door and he walked with a wide stride with a hand at the waist of, was that a towel?

Was he wearing a towel?

"What?" Her gaze hadn't made it to his face yet, she was never higher than his shoulder level, looking at him gave her a crick in her neck most times, and now she was starting from the floor and working her way up. Socks, the high white ones he wore when he worked out. And then his pigeon toed legs and his mole on his thigh. It was just below the hem of the towel, definitely a big towel, a thick one. His hand was at the knot, his fingers down over a suspicious bulge, but he often had one of those, he was a shower..

A grower too if the crystal clear memory she tried to dim wouldn't shut up. It hadn't been that long since, they slept together, but long enough. A couple continents at least. Lots of pictures, too many songs.

"Um, I was, well. The light was good and my hoop wound up in here. And I haven't done a video in a while. I'm rusty." She shrugged. "Sorry, I didn't think you would mind."

"I don't." He hit the t like he was singing it, clear with emphasis. "But I've just never seen you do it. It's really cool." He shook himself a little. "Can we look at the photos from the other night? Since i have your here all to myself."

Deadly dimples, damn.

"Yeah, hold on. I have to boot up."  Helene put her bag down and slipped her computer from its sheath, flipped open the lid. Was glad her habit was to upload everything while she was sleeping after a show. So she had something to show him. Helene felt a little shaky, like she'd been caught out, and ever since their....repeated whatever, She vibes off him. She was never sure if she was reading him for real. Like he was turned on by her or if it was just wishful thinking.

Just because smelling him was enough to ruin her panties didn't mean her effect was as strong on him. If it was, he would probably be sleeping with her more than once and occasionally again.

He must know her attentions were available always.

Helene focused on her iBook, and not how close he was standing to her. Harry had no concept of personal space. It drove her crazy, she loved it.

"last night." She looked over her shoulder at his over sized Head. This was a thing she had noticed about celebrities, their heads seemed oversized, literally. Sometimes, in the worst cases, figuratively, thankfully not with her current employer.

She wondered if it somehow looked better in film.

Harry was tapping at his favorite photos, transferring them to another folder, like she had taught him, wordlessly, and she was bent over to grab her cord.

She swore she could feel his eyes on the back of her legs. Gooseflesh rising up to meet the gaze.

When she looked back, her temperature was up, but his eyes were down, focused on her laptop and the photos. Her job. Why she was here. She wanted to shake herself. Those few nights with him had ruined her. It was one thing to want a taste, it was another to crave the flavor.

She sighed and he looked up.

"You alright?" He asked, a gentle smile.

She assumed this was the American question, not the British. "Qui. I just slept funny last night."

"Doesn't help we have vampire schedules on tour. Are you a morning person or night owl?" He had a lovely friendly smile too.

"I guess I'm more of a night owl. Unlike you, I think by the time I'm up and drinking matcha you have written, checked emails, run..." she rolled her eyes at his productivity, but you had to admire his work ethic. "What are you looking for?" He was rifling around.

"The cord, to get the ones I picked to my phone." He gestured at both phone and laptop and she nodded and got it for him. This time she more than felt his eyes.

He touched the back of her leg. Right beneath the hem of her skirt.

Helene looked over her shoulder at him.

He smirked at her, "you had some lint!" He lifted his hands up by his shoulders. The picture of innocence.

Except she knew better.

Damn him.

She gave him the cord and they flicked through the pictures together.

"Harry, can you give me just a little bit of space! I can feel your breath on my neck." It was so distracting. If he was gonna just tease.

"Sorry," his smile was audible, "I was just trying to see the background on that one, it's hard on the little screen. Hey! Did you notice we match!" God he was such a cute kid sometimes. They did coordinate.

"We do!" She smiled over her shoulder.

"Let's take a picture!" He glee-ed.

It turned out good. She'd keep that one for herself.

"That one picture, can I see it on your laptop again?" He asked, over her shoulder again.

"Yeah, let me," and she sat the computer down and opened his folder, checked the timing again. "Here."

This time, he stood right behind her. Put his hands on her hips to look over them. "I don't like that you can see my dirty clothes in that one, but it's a shame, I really like the picture." He started rocking her hips back and forth against him.

"Harry?"

"I really liked watching you hoop. Your hips move...." he rocked her a little wider. "Is it like this?"

Helene was about to swallow her tongue. "Um, no, that's too much, too big a motion." She contracted the circle, moved just like she would to keep the hoop aloft. "Then you just have to keep the rhythm." She could feel him through his towel, it was a towel, she didn't know if he had boxers on under it.

"Well, we know how well you can keep a rhythm." His mouth found the sliver of skin between her hoodie and hair. His hands were at her hips, under her skirt. Fingers between the cotton and her skin.

"Do I have more lint?" She was a little breathless, but could hear her own grin too.

"Haha!" He bit her jawline. "There was no lint." He caught her mouth and licked her bottom lip, and she felt her panties fall from her knees. "I just wanted to see your skin get all excited again." Then he really kissed her and Helene day down her phone and her laptop to get her hand into his hair over her shoulder.

"So, I heard a term the other day." He murmured between kisses, "a spinner." He lifted her hand and danced her to face him, held her to him, got his hands on her ass. Under her skirt. "Ever heard that?"

"Non," Helene leaned up on her toes to kiss him, save his neck, and felt for the knot on his towel. He did have boxers, she started working on getting those down. Filling up her hands with him. He was hard as a rock.

"It's a term for a petite woman, so small you can spin her on your cock. I couldn't help but think of you....." he groaned at the place she was biting on his neck.

"Yeah, me?" She smiled like his nameplace cat. "I am pretty small. Ughh!" His hands were on the low part of her ass cheeks now, fingers extended between her thighs. His long finger quickly slipped up to his second knuckle inside her. A second finger joined it before she had gotten used to the first.

"Can I try it?" Helene pulled back. Course he could try it, she liked all of the things he'd done to her. He rarely asked, once she'd consented, he went for things, took her places. What did he have in mind?

"Will it hurt?" She bit his lip a little.

"I don't think so, maybe me if I bend my dick wrong." They both laughed a little, that was one of those uncomfortable unsexy things that happened during a fuck. Like queefs.

"Sure, I might like it if it hurts just a little."

"Yeah, I like that about you." He leaned into kiss her and she screamed when he missed her mouth and removed his fingers and grabbed her hips quick to flip her upside down. It was disorienting for a second. A rush of blood to the head. She felt his tongue move through her now exposed folds a second later. It brought her back to reality. Though gravity was still suspended. "Put your thighs on my shoulders." Harry groaned, and when she bore some of her own weight, it was better. He kept licking her top to tail. She was moaning and the uncomfortable blood rush feeling disappeared. But not the rush. Helene could hear herself moaning. This was out of body. He sucked her clit in.

"Fuck!"

He shook his head with the folds of her in his mouth, brought them in against his teeth harder, released with a pop. "Helene, Suck my dick."

Oh, his hard length was bobbing in front of her. She just been really distracted, by being upside down, and his mouth full of her pussy. She licked the tip, the pearly liquid that had collected there. She was lucky it hadn't smeared on her forehead in this position. She may have laughed at that, if Harry's moan at Her follwojng his directions wasn't so encouraging.

She got her mouth around him and moved up and down, made her neck work. She braced one hand on his thigh, to steady herself. She was glad he was so strong and had his arms banded around her hips to keep her up.

This was hot, though she always found 69 very distracting. But Harry ate pussy better than any other lover she'd ever had. And before long, she was having to use her free hand to stroke over him, because she needed her mouth free. "Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna come."

It was the fingers that slid inside her at that moment that did it. She clenched down on the filling digits and he sucked harder until she was squirming. There was nowhere for her to go. He had her powerless in this position. She'd fall if she fought too hard to get the over stimulation to stop.

He didn't, stop, but he gentled his mouth, licked over where she was juicy while her thighs shook on his shoulders.

She grabbed his hips when he started walking. "Shit!"

"That worked." He sounded a bit stunned, she wondered if it was her weight or his erection. "Let's see if we can do the other thing I was thinking about. "Brace your arms out, Helene."

She did as he asked, and felt him rather than saw him sit on the edge of the couch. He picked her up then, at the waist and slid her down to his lower stomach. Helen caught the table in front of her when he brought her weight down.

"This is working nicely!" His voice had never been lower. "The view is....." she imagined he could see everything open and wet from her waist down. He moved her hips up and then her sodden place over his aching cock until she took up the rhythm. She could hear the condom wrapper and wondered where it had come from.

She decided she didn't care and only yelped a little when he used a hand to lift her hips up. "Help me."

She held his cock while he rolled down the sheath.

"There!" He groaned, and brought her hips back down, spread his hands out to open her. "Now, show me how you rock when you do that hooping bit again?"

"Did you like that?" It was more than obvious he did, she could feel the evidence, and hear his groan as she slid the first few inches of him into her. She was soaked, but it was never an easy fit, so she slid up to his tip and down again a couple of times to open herself up. The pop of his head and squish were musical accompaniment to the moans he was panting out.

"Yeah," he barely got the word out, and sucked in a breath before he spoke again. "think that's the first time I got hard over you" he rocked into her. "Was looking at your Instagram to see if I liked your eye, discovered I liked your ass. Which looks amazing all spread in front of me right now. Fuck!"

"You'd have better liked my photos!" She tried to sound stern, but mostly sounded turned out. If this looked like it felt.....

"Almost as much as your ass." He gripped her then, and bounced her up and down. His hand covered her from the bottom of her waist to where his thumb reached her crack. "Loved the way this looked, your little waist and flared hips. I love your ass." He grasped it then, almost a slap, except his huge hand wrapped around her flesh. His thumb landed near her seam again. And then drifted down to where his cock went in and out on the rhythm she had established. She was keeping them both suspended, like she did her hula hoop. He caressed where he was stretching her and both holes flexed. When the tip of his now wet thumb went in where she had been empty, the no man's land ended. Her body plunged into battle.

"Oh fuck Harry!" This was gonna make her come. Him bouncing her ass up and down his nearly too big cock while he fingered her ass.

"That's it, a little more Helene. Take a little more." His thumb went in deeper, but she lost her rhythm and had to grab his knees when her arms collapsed on the force of her climax.

Her awareness came back a second later when both his hands were sweeping up her back. She realized she was sobbing a little when she heard his shushing noises.

"Almost there baby." He stood up then, with her still on him and her legs came down on their own, her toes touching the floor. His knees bent and he pressed down at her neck until her forearms reached out to meet the table. "Relax. I got you."

And then he gripped both hips and took over the cadence until she had to hold the table with both hands.

She could hear herself babbling. God he was such a good fuck, and she felt so small and dainty and sexy. And powerful, taking every inch on him.

"Fuck, yes, fucking fucking me." That was in English.

He was increasing in volume too. And speed. She felt the contraction inside her and his nails dug in a little at her shoulder.

Again, she was coming again, at the bite of his nails, and groan of her nail, and pulse of his cock.

They were both breathing heavy a moment later. He sat down with her still in his lap and Helene realized that while her shirt was tucked up over her tits, they both still had their tops on. He brought her skirt down over her naked bottom half while he wilted inside of her.

"Well, if there was any doubt, I'd say you are a spinner."

"Nah," her brow was wet and she'd caught most of her breath, she looked up at him and bit her lip. "I'm just good at hula hooping."

[ill-skillsgard]

Damn Straight, Part 7, FINALE - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Damn Straight

Description: Deceptions bring a young couple to Mirth Island, a place of natural beauty and the promise of inner healing. When one of them is introduced to a young man who lives on the island, their budding friendship threatens to destroy more than just trust.

Warning: 18+ sex/swearing/drug use/mentions of addiction and cheating

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

The end of our time on Mirth Island was swiftly approaching and both of us were excited for our own reasons. I was excited by the idea of prolonging my return to BC. In fact, I gave thought to the notion of possibly never going back ever again. I thought about quitting my job over the phone and forgetting about everything that I had. I had no attachment to belongings like clothes or other material objects. I had no car and no pets and I honestly didn't care if Cici sat around for weeks wondering when I would show up at the door. Yes, I thought, I could go home with Bill to Stockholm and continue living in the fantasy I had found myself in until I decided otherwise. When Bill looked up at me from his cross-legged position on the floor it was so obvious that he was the answer to all of my problems. I couldn't help but plant kisses over every inch of his face, from his forehead to his cheeks to the gentle concavity of his temples so that I could nuzzle my nose into his soft brown hair and take a deep breath of him. I always wanted more. More of his lips, more of his hands, more of his body. I wanted more of his words and his curiosity but most of all I wanted to make love to him as though nothing else existed. So I did, for hours, the night he brought me out on the ocean on his family's boat. There was a room in the cabin flanked with two couches that pulled out into beds. Bill told me him and his siblings used to fight over who got to sleep on the comfier bed but that we didn't have to argue over such things. That was right before he pulled me onto the bed with him. "Do you think that I'm crazy?" He asked me as he toyed with a piece of my hair between his long fingers. "Crazy for what?" "For feeling this way... About you. I hope you don't think I'm too intense." I scoffed quietly, unable to suppress a grin. "Intense isn't a bad thing. Trust me. I feel crazy too. All of this is... A lot to handle. I just don't..." "Don't what?" He urged me. "I... Don't believe you're real. I don't believe that I came out here and found this fucking place and you... It's insane! One day I'm hating my life. Wanting to end it all every single day and the next, I'm with you... And it feels like all my problems have gone away." "They have... And I promise you I'm real and this is very real." I had been sitting in his lap with my legs wrapped around him, ankles hooked behind his back. When he kissed me he slowly rocked his hips forward so I could feel him getting hard through his underwear. When I looked up I could see the ocean through the windows but that was only enough to pull my attention away from him for a moment. He let out the softest groan against my neck but it still resonated through me and tickled my spine. He took notice of how I reacted when he breathed or moaned against my neck and he used it to his advantage. "You wanna fuck me, don't you? Yeah... You want to ride my cock?" "Yes, I do. I want you inside of me." "Take off those panties for me?" I moved off of his lap and lifted my legs up so I could inch my underwear down my hips. I dragged them down my thighs slowly, letting him watch my deliberate movements with anticipation of what was to come next. After I kicked them off I hooked my arm under my knees and showed him exactly where I wanted him to put his cock.   I watched him take off his black boxer briefs and hurried to climb back onto his lap after he had discarded them. He laughed a little at my enthusiasm but I muffled him quickly with a kiss. It wasn't long until he was moaning into my mouth, getting harder and harder the more I swiveled my hips against his. "Ride me," Bill said. "Fuck me now... Please." Bill liked to lay on his back while I rode him so he could see it all. I noticed how intently he watched me, eyes everywhere, unable to decide whether he wanted to look at my face, stare at the way my breasts bounced or at our pelvises grinding into each other. That's how he liked to get started, by watching me for a little while and maybe closing his eyes for a few seconds to just bath in the sensation of being balls deep inside of me. "Yes, oh, I love it when you fuck me like that." He reached one long arm down so he could rub the tips of his fingers over my clit and it made me whimper. I couldn't control my reactions when I looked down and saw that beautiful face so desperately needing me while at the same time never neglecting my pleasure for a moment. The firm little circles he drew over me sent sparks through my body and I felt my legs start to weaken each time I forced myself up and then back down. "Oh, is that good? When I rub that clit while you ride my dick?" Bill purred up at me. When my thigh muscles really started to spasm, Bill shot up and wrapped his arms around my ribs, lifting me slightly so he could snap his hips up into me, taking control of the movement. It still shocked me that he was so much stronger than me and could lift my body with ease to make me do whatever he wanted. Whether he wanted me grinding my hips into him or if he wished to stand up with me clinging to him, it was thrilling that he could throw me around if he chose. Bill could have taken anything he wanted from me but he was too gentle to hardly give me more than a tap on the ass. He repositioned me this way and that, opting to push into me from behind for a little while before pulling me back up so he could toss me onto my back. Other than his constant need to take me in every position, he was soft and delicate. I watched his mouth when he kissed his way down my chest. Seeing the way those plump lips touched and caressed my skin stimulated every sense I had. His tongue curled around my nipple for a second before he sucked it into his mouth, using the edge of his teeth to give me a light nibble, eyes watching me to make sure what he was doing was making me wetter. "Yes... Suck on those tits, bad boy," I groaned my encouragements. Bill hummed against my breast and did as I asked, sucking on me a little harder. He let my nipple pop out of his mouth with a soft sucking sound and made sure to do the same to the other one. I couldn't believe how much it turned me on to see him suckling my breasts while he pounded into me. But there was only so much time that he could pass before he pushed himself back up on his arms, hovering above me with his eyes closed in pure bliss. "Fuck! Your pussy feels so good. Can't fucking believe how tight you are. Goddamn it." I lifted my knees up and held them back with both hands until he took over and rocked me back further. The raunchy beat of our skin slapping together got quicker and quicker until Bill was groaning non-stop, letting growls slip out while he tried not to make it obvious that he wanted to stare at the show of his cock disappearing into my soaking pinkness. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to see how it looked to spread my pussy open, to see himself penetrating me but he still wasn't sure if it would come off as disrespectful. "Filthy boy, look at that big cock slam into my pussy. Looks so good, doesn't it?" "Oh, fuck," he lamented, eyebrows knit together with unparalleled gratitude when suddenly he pulled out of me and replaced his shaft with his middle finger. I was surprised by his action and even more shocked when he flattened his tongue against my clit, shaking his head back and forth, working his finger over my g-spot which had swelled so nicely from the friction of his cock pounding into it only seconds before. "Come for me," He whispered. "Yes, baby." He didn't let his demands interrupt what he was doing to me too much but he had to make sure I knew exactly what he needed. "Tell me when you're going to come." He groaned as he licked and fingered me hard enough to keep me going yet softly enough to maintain the delicious balance of both his tongue and his fingers. He was so good at it too. It made me wonder if he was naturally good at eating pussy or if somebody had taught him. I tried hard not to let my spine arch too much but my orgasms always sent my body curling. My toes curled, my fingers curled into his hair and my back bent as my legs started to shake. "Now... I'm going to... Fuck, baby." He didn't stop until I let out a ragged breath and moaned as I closed my eyes and let myself be overtaken with warm waves of pure physical pleasure. Bill pulled back a little bit, took his fingers out of me and gave my pulsing clit some little taps before getting back up on his knees and spreading my legs apart so he could plunge right back into me. "Yeah... Oh, I'm not done. No. I'll never be done with this pussy. Never." "Oh my God..." I whined. He held back a gasp as he thrust into me harder and harder until he, too, was close to coming. "I'm going to fucking come. Where do you want it? Hm?" "Come inside me." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "You sure?" "Fuck yes." Our pelvises hit over and over before he lifted me up and used his leverage to pulling me into him just as hard as he thrust up until I was gasping from the feeling. The head of his cock struck me so deep that I couldn't help but cry out. He used me like I was some little toy until he reached his end. When he came inside of me he made it known by the way he groaned and rasped. Then when he fell back on the bed, he took me with him and never pulled out of me. I laid on top of him, having already been spent but still enjoying the aftermath of his orgasm. I especially loved the way I could feel every vein in his cock pulsing, gushing out hot, thick liquid to fill me up. His panting grew quieter but he continued to slowly, achingly push and pull into me and I could feel his cum dripping out, coating his cock only to be pushed right back inside again. The languid way he filled me up was made better by the way he pulled air in through his teeth, like the pleasure was just too much. Bill could have pulled out any time but he chose to stay inside of me, softening and relaxing into the mattress with me on top of him. His arms came around to hug me tightly and he kissed the top of my head with a nasal sigh. I ran my hands up his arms and over his shoulders, taking the moment to relax as well. "Man... I don't know what your deal is.... 'Cause I could never get tired of pussy." I gasped at his remark and looked up at him, making a face that I couldn't keep straight. "Fuck you!" "I'm kidding." He said as he rocked me in his grasp. "But really... I love the way you feel. Inside and out. So good. So fucking good." "Well that's not fair," I began. "What's not fair?" "I have yet to feel the inside of you." Bill gave a nervous laugh. "Uh. Are you serious?" "Why? Are you into it?" I asked. Again, he laughed gruffly. "I don't know. Maybe. Not like, today or tomorrow but... One day?" I couldn't contain my burst of laughter. "Oh my God! Did you just consent to let me play with your ass?" "If it'd make you happy... I don't know, I guess?" I looked up at him again and wiggled myself up to steal a kiss from his lips, all the while maintaining the connection we had by not letting him slip out of me. "You're so cute. So cute." "Yep and it's gotten me this far. I get to fuck a hot girl on a big boat on the ocean and I'm going to take her home to meet my family in a couple of days. She's currently bursting at the seams with my cum. Life's good... I'm enjoying it." We laid like that for a long time just exchanging thoughts and laughing together. I mostly forgot about him being inside of me until he decided to sit up so that I was perched in his lap. I could smell our fluids in the air between us like a musky perfume of flesh and seed- obscene and endearing. It immediately intoxicated me and I knew I wanted more of him right then and there. "Well... We should probably get cleaned up so I can take us back to shore." Bill stated. I threw my arms around him in protest. I wanted to stay right there with him just like that for as long as possible. The idea of going back to Seaside was on the bottom of my list of things to do. "Come on," Bill urged, letting his hands slide down my bare back to grab and squeeze my ass. Little did he know that action was enough to fire me up again. I hadn't felt sexual energy like what was brewing inside of me since I was a teenager. I mean, I had felt its presence always within me but it laid dormant, hibernating until I met somebody that could wake it up. Then it was my turn to suck air in through my teeth like I was in the most delicious pain possible. I swiveled my hips just once to see his reaction and what I got was exactly what I wanted. Bill tilted his head back and closed his eyes with a gentle flutter of his lashes. He let out a sigh when I did it once more. "Vye..." He said. "Bill," I replied. "We should... We should get going." "But... That cock feels so good inside of me." "Oh, trust me, I know." "How could you know? You've never had a cock inside of you." I teased him, rolling my hips back and forth in his lap. Bill's grip on my ass tightened. "Well, you have never had your cock inside of a pussy before so... What do you know, huh?" "Maybe not a cock that was attached to me but I have been inside of a pussy." "Are we really having this argument while you're trying to get me hard again?" I pulled all of his hair back from his face, smiling when he closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of my nails softly raking his scalp. In the dimmed light, with the gentle swaying of the boat and the lazy grinding of our hips, I looked down at him and felt an almost sickening twist of nerves inside my chest. "I don't know, is it working?" I whispered. "Yes." The heat of our bodies had never settled down. It was so wet and warm between us that I could hear every single time he pulled out of me. It was a slick, creamy, sliding of humid skin that sounded so good to me and maybe even better to him. I could tell by the way his spine straightened suddenly and by the obviousness that was still crammed inside of me. It wasn't as strange as it was so fucking hot feeling him go from hard to soft and then hard again all while swimming in the cum he had just emptied himself of. "Oh my God," Bill groaned, eyes rolling when he realized that we most definitely were going to go at it again. "Listen to me... I'm going to fuck you one more time... 'til my cums leaking out your face. Then... We are going to go back and I don't want to hear a thing about it. You got it?" "Yes, sir." "Good... Now turn around and bounce on my cock so I can watch that ass." ~*~ We didn't banter about going back to shore after we had both cleaned up and got dressed. I think we were both in a state of complete relaxation and satisfaction. After we managed to peel off of each other, Bill looked at me, eyes hazy from coming so many times and then kissed me. "I'll bring in the anchor and take us back." "Okay." He disappeared into the bathroom which I hadn't even seen the interior of and when he came back out he looked a little more alert. Wordlessly, he gathered his clothes so he could put them back on while I watched him. I waited for him to leave the cabin before I ran off to the bathroom to clean myself up too since I had allowed him to use me as a cum receptacle for the better part of three hours. When I entered the washroom I took a moment to take in all of the cutesy nautical decorations. It was so very typical white couple but for some reason... I loved it. After unrolling a thick wad of toilet paper, I grimaced as I began to wipe at the inside of my thighs, taking a peek just to see exactly how much of Bill I was coated with. Male cum was still a strange new thing for me. I looked at what I could see just for the Hell of it. My curiosity was unrelenting and I rarely missed an opportunity to let myself indulge it. I thought it looked like a cloudy gel but much stickier and it definitely had its own smell. It felt weird to be inexperienced again- like a teenager discovering that all the disgustingly human facts from sex ed class were, indeed, true. After I was satisfied with my research, I shrugged, laughed to myself and continued getting cleaned up until I was certain there was nothing left on or in me. When I left the washroom I looked over on the bed and noted that the sheets were most definitely soaked in our filth so I stripped it off, balled it up and shoved it into the bag I had brought on. I figured it a nice gesture to not leave a semen-soaked sheet on Bill's grandparents' pull out bed. I put on a sweater and stuffed my feet into sandals, beach bag slung over one shoulder and once I was certain that I had gathered up all of our things, I exited the cabin to join Bill in the cockpit of the boat. As soon as I saw the boat lights casting out over the black water I started to feel a little woozy so I opted to sit down in the adjacent seat to Bill. Even though the flying bridge was covered, I still shivered. Suddenly, I was happy to be going back to land. "Getting a little seasick?" Bill chuckled. With my hand on my, stomach I grimaced, "Maybe a bit." "Press your tongue to the roof of your mouth." He suggested. "Okay..." "I don't know, that's what my grandmother used to tell us to do whenever one of us felt nauseous." "Aye, aye, Captain." We didn't go out too far so it only took a few minutes before we reached the shore. I was happy to plant my feet on the dock after Bill secured the boat. There was a shore patrol station illuminated close by but nobody was in the booth. To me, that seemed normal but to Bill, it threw him off for a moment. The radio could be heard crackling to life with voices that I couldn't quite make out. "That's weird," Bill remarked. "What is?" He stood there for a moment and I looked back and forth at him to the patrol station. He shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it's fine." He grabbed my hand and we began walking away, steps echoing woodenly, the sounds of the radio fading into the thick ocean air. The stroll back was about fifteen minutes but it was all along the beach so it really was the perfect ending to a perfect night. I clung to his arm as we made our way through the sand without saying much. It was nice to just enjoy the sounds of the water. Bill kept reminding me to take in the details of the island, assuring me incessantly that I was going to really miss the tropical climate after arriving in Sweden. "It's not too late to say no. You could just... Stay here. I mean, Sweden is cold. There are some days with absolutely no sun at all." "Dude... I'm from British Columbia. I know what winter is!" "I'm just kidding. You'll love it. Or maybe you won't. Who knows?" I sighed and leaned my head against his bicep, trying to match his steps but failing. "How the fuck did your legs get so long? I can hardly keep up with you." I asked jokingly. Instead of replying, Bill only started to take longer strides, pulling me along quickly as he laughed. "I don't know, uh, how come your legs are so fucking short? Huh?" Giggling, I replied, "I guess we can't all have the stems of a beautiful Swedish walking-stick." Bill threw his head back with laughter. "Fuck you! Hoser. Gimme my cigarettes." "No!" "Listen here, canuck," he grabbed at me, inciting a chase. "Give me my smokes." "Hackin' darts is a bad habit, eh?" I ran ahead of him, clutching the beach bag to me so he couldn't snag me by it but he caught up to me quickly, bear-hugging me from behind and lifting me off my feet to flail in protest. "Do not challenge me, woman!" I shrieked and laughter spilled out of me until Bill set me back on the ground and let go of me, limbs falling to his sides limply. "What the fuck?" He asked. "Huh?" He pointed over the ridge where a dull orange glow was coming from and soon we could see smoke. "Bonfire?" I asked. "No... That's not a bonfire. That's too far back from the beach. What the..." I had already been close to out of breath from our playfulness but when Bill started speed-walking and then jogging up the beach, I was forced the try to keep up with him or else get left behind in the darkness. "Bill, wait!" "Come on," He paused only for a second to grab my hand before he pulled me along with him. The closer we got the more obvious it became that something wasn't right. I could smell smoke strongly wafting through the air and all at once there were beams of light blinding our eyes. "It's Bill!" Somebody cried out. We shielded our eyes until the lights were pointed away from us. People's voices could be heard tearing through the air and as soon as we cleared the bend, we saw it. Bill gasped and covered his mouth in shock. "Oh my fucking God..." I whispered in disbelief. "Oh my God." "Bill! Where the fuck were you? Jesus. Where the Hell have you been? Look at this shit!" Emilio came at us as we approached. Upon the hill, we could see Seaside manor almost completely engulfed in flames. Colossal curls of angry fire licked at the frames of every window. There were patrol truck lights flashing and about two dozen people in plain sight standing along the paths, gathered in groups at the mouth of where the walking paths opened up to the sand. I could see Susie, Zoe and a few of the other people that had rooms all standing on the edge of the beach, staring up at the blazing house. "Is everyone alright?" Bill asked. "I don't know! We don't know what the fuck is going on." Emilio lashed. "Fuck!" Bill yelled. "Stay here." "No! Don't just leave me here," I pulled at his arm. "Come on then, I have to go talk to the shore patrol." Weaving through clusters of guests and residents, we made our way up the path that led right to the back entrance of my suite. It was too hot to get close and there was a mixture of police and shore patrol officers crowding around something. "Woah, woah, woah," An officer held us up. "We're evacuating, sir." "This is my property!" Bill exclaimed. "You're the owner?" "It's my family's house. It belongs to my Grandfather. I live here!" "You Bill?" "Yes!" The officer looked at me as though he was trying to piece together where he had seen me before. "What's your name, ma'am?" "Vye..." I said incredulously. "You're the person this woman has been asking for?" "What? What woman... Oh. Oh, fuck." I looked over at the gaggle of officers but before I could get too close the uniformed man that had been questioning us blocked me. "We have a woman here, says she's your wife?" "Fuck me..." I said under my breath. Among the bustle of bodies and the brutish crackling of the raging fire, I saw her. She was standing in the middle of a group of police officers, stone-faced, arms starched against her sides. Blond hair fell raggedly over her face and my stomach doglegged inside my gut, rustling up that overpowering feeling of nausea that made my lip quiver and my palms sweat. "Oh fuck no. Please don't tell me... Holy fucking shit. Did she do this?" I began to yell. "Calm down, ma'am... We don't have all the facts yet." "Cici! What the FUCK did you do!?" I screamed. "Vye!" Bill tried to counteract me. I dropped the beach bag I had around me onto the ground and tried to push by the officer but both him and Bill grabbed me by the shoulders to keep me from running at her. "You fucking psycho bitch! You fucking psycho!" Cici looked up and saw me and that's when I saw a smile spread across her face like something had possession of her. "Vye! Sweetheart! There you are!" She cried out. "What the fuck did you do!?" My shrieks of unbridled anger caught the attention of the police that had been surrounding her. The officer that had stopped Bill and I had a firm hold on my arms and for a moment I forgot where Bill was until I was forced down on my knees. "Ma'am, I am going to have to place you under arrest-" "Bill!" "Vye... Fuck! Just... Don't do anything stupid! Just listen to them!" My elbows were wrenched behind me as the officer told me what my rights were. From the ground, I couldn't see what they were doing to Cici or where they were taking Bill and soon my wrists were bound together by the heaviest set of cuffs I had ever felt. Another officer had come over and helped haul me back onto my feet. "I didn't do anything! This is her fault!" "Yeah? Well, by what she told us apparently it's your fault, sweetheart." "No! I wasn't even here! Look at that psycho bitch! She did this!" "Alright, alright, honey. There's no time for talk right now. You need to come with us for questioning." I tried to twist around to see Bill as they pulled at me but I was jerked forward. Cici stared at me with that fucking smile still plastered on her face as an officer put handcuffs on her too. "We can go home, Vye!" "Fuck you!" I spat. "Go the fucking Hell you lunatic cunt!" "Calm down!" The officer with the death-grip on my shoulder demanded. "You might want to keep your mouth closed until we get to the station." Once I was shoved into the back of a police car and the roar of the fire and the constant murmur of voices died down, I truly lost my shit and thrashed about, yelling and screaming until my throat felt raw and tears poured down my face like hot lava. I had never felt so angry before and thought if I had a go at Cici, I would rip her to pieces. I was in shock and utter disbelief trying to put together the situation. The answer to my first question seemed obvious; had she set the fire on purpose? I knew that she did. It was no accident. I could tell by the way her face looked so solemn and justified because I had seen that face before. The second question was what made my gut gurgle and twist with fear. Had she started the fire thinking we were inside? Did she have any intention to harm us? What would she have hoped to gain from burning Seaside to the ground? I couldn't figure it out. All alarms in my head were singing unanimously.

Cici was trying to kill you. She was trying to kill you and Bill too.

~*~

"I already told you guys this a hundred times! Cici has severe mental issues. Just call her therapist! She attempted suicide last year. She has a history of mental instability." The officer that was questioning me was a balding man with week-old scruff peppering his chin and jaw. He didn't seem like an asshole but he didn't seem to trust me either. My mouth was parched and no matter how many paper cups of water I asked for the thirst I had never seemed to quench. "You can understand my frustration, Vye. I have another woman in there telling me the exact same thing about you. You have a history of mental instability according to her. In fact, she alleges that the reason you came to the resort was for you. Is that correct?" "Yes... It is technically correct but I was forced to come here. If I don't listen to her she loses her mind!" "So you are a couple then?" "No! Not anymore. We broke up. I left her a few days ago. Ask Bill! He will back me up!" "Yes, so you have mentioned." "So am I still under arrest? I have proof that he and I weren't even on the island." "Reports are being taken, Vye. It's only a matter of time but I'm going to need you to stick around here for a bit longer. Try to calm down. Drink some water." "It has to be two in the fucking morning, can't I just go back to see Bill? I'm exhausted from this." The officer sighed. "You think you're exhausted? I have an island full of residents that are beyond panicked, a million-dollar home up in flames and two little girls that got into some cat-fight over a boy. Tell me you're exhausted!" "It wasn't some fucking cat-fight! Okay? She is a complete sociopath with abusive tendencies and I chose to leave her. This isn't a schoolyard spat! I am trying to fucking escape this woman and none of you seem to understand that! I have witnessed her slice open her arms to get what she wants before. She deserves to be in a psych ward!" "Just... Hang tight." "I don't get a lawyer or anything? I don't get to talk to anybody? What is this?" I asked. "Like you said yourself, it's nearly two in the morning and you're on an island with a big enough police force to fit inside a van. Nobody is available to talk to you." "Please... Just let me see Bill!" I groaned. The officer knocked on the surface of the table I was sitting at before leaving for the door. "You're going to have to wait." I slammed my crossed arms onto the table and rested my head, sighing impatiently. They had taken the cuffs off of me when they realized I wasn't going to get violent and that they had a whole lot of information to process. They asked me why I thought Cici set fire to the house. I told them it was because she was angry at me. They tried to reason and claimed how hard it was to believe that somebody would get mad enough to do that on a beach resort. Then I told them to contact Kat, the therapist who had recommended we come to the resort in the first place. Kat could tell them that Cici was known to be volatile in emotional situations. They listened intently when I told them in detail of how I had broken up with Cici in the middle of our trip and how I was under the impression that she had already left the island because of that. The only thing that was working for me was the fact that I had witnesses who were able to account for my whereabouts and Cici did not. It looked very good on me but not good enough for them to release me. I was so tired and nearly dozed off a couple of times until the same officer I had talked to the most came back into the room. "Look, Miss, I know it's late. You're welcome to lay down in a cell if you like. It's not much comfier than this but at least you can lay down." "I just want to talk to Bill." I said sternly. The officer shook his head, gave me one last glance and then left the room again, closing the heavy door behind him. After our interaction, it was a whole other hour until he came back. I had spent the time bitching and moaning, sighing heavily and trying to keep my eyes open, looking at the same fucking spot on the wall for what felt like ages. "I have some good and bad news for you," he began. "Bad news, please." "The both of you are being immediately deported back to Canada as soon as your identities can be confirmed." "What?" "Well... She doesn't seem to have any identification and I assume you don't have yours either?" The officer asked. I remembered then that I had left my wallet inside of my suitcase which I had left in the closet of my suite at Seaside. That meant my passport was long gone as well as anything else I had brought with me. "Can't Bill confirm my identity?" "I'm afraid it's a lot more complicated than your boy toy saying yeah that's her." "And what the fuck is the good news then?" I asked with vehement annoyance. "You can talk to him for five minutes, supervised, in this room." "Oh! Thank fuck!" I rejoiced. It was another thirty minutes before the door was opened and Bill was allowed through. "Fuck... Are you alright?" Bill asked as he sat down. I reached my hands out across the table and he hesitated to do the same but when he did, his shoulders relaxed, causing mine too as well. "I'm fine. I'm fucking pissed." "I know. I'm pissed too. All my shit is gone." Frowning, I sunk further into my chair and said, "I know. So is mine." "Guess our plans to go to Stockholm are going to be a little delayed?" "Yeah..." I said quietly, unable to meet his eyes. He squeezed my hands. "Don't worry. We'll get this all figured out." "I'm going to be deported. I have to go back to Canada. I don't know what's going to happen." "I do," Bill claimed. I cocked my head at him, urging him to enlighten me. He lifted my right hand to place a kiss on the back of my palm and the officer cleared his throat. "Come on guys. Don't make me tell you to keep your hands to yourself." "Sorry," Bill answered with a nod. "Anyway... I'll get your address. I'll come to visit you in Canada as soon as I can take care of the shit here." I felt my heart starting to crack. "No... Who knows how long that's going to be? I don't want to be without you!" "Listen to me, Vye," Bill said in a low voice. "I don't want you to worry. I promise I'll come to you as soon as I possibly can." I shook my head. "This can't be happening." Bill sighed and gave my hand another squeeze. "Yeah, it might take a while... But you will be alright." "No, I won't," I began to snivel. "Hey... I said listen to me, okay?" Sniffling, I inhaled deeply and tried to maintain my composure. "You're strong. I have seen the kind of shit you can handle. We'll get through this. You will get through this. Then once everything is sorted... We can pick up right where we left off." Sighing again, I tried hard not to let the tears roll from my eyes but I just didn't have the will power. "Bill... I'm so sorry." "Don't be sorry. Don't do that thing where you say it's all your fault because it's not. Just calm yourself. You got this." If I had it my way I would have launched across the table so I could kiss him again but I settled for just holding onto his hands, unable to tear away from the little nagging thought of, Jesus Christ this guy's hands are big. Bill leaned over the table, green eyes demanding my attention. He licked his hips and said, "Don't you worry about a thing. I got you now. I love you." I thought about when I first arrived on Mirth Island when I saw the boards of candid pictures that people had taken during their stays. I remembered the word love written all over the place. I even remembered part of a little note.

I came here lost and I found love. Now I leave Mirth Island with a piece of that love. I take love with me wherever I go.

I supposed it was true what they all said about the island.

[keyyprettyxo-blog]

Touch, but you can’t have!

Journee 

“5….4...3...2….1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!” the crowd inside of ICE Bar shouted. It was crazy because I was out with my girls bringing in the New Year and I couldn’t escape my thoughts long enough to enjoy myself. All I could think about was him. Ezra truly had my mind gone. We met way back when we both were young, dumb, and full of bullshit. I knew from the moment I met him that it was something amazing about him, but it was hidden it was like a mystery. Almost as if what was within him had to be sought after. I was ready to do just that, but for some reason I always felt like it was so deep that he didn’t want the things that shaped him into the king that he was to be exposed. We eventually grew apart, but recently we reconnected.   Everything that I had once felt came rushing right back. “Hey stranger” he said to me as my mind though back to the first night I was back in his presence. I stood giving him a hug, but he met me with a kiss. I welcomed it sincerely. I missed him so much. His lips felt the same as the last time mine touched them. It had only been a few months since I last saw him, but it was like he had transformed into a greek god or some shit. I had been avoiding this moment because I knew Ezra had a girlfriend. I would never go as far as saying he belonged to her because he was mine.  His touch was the only one that felt right to my body. It was like his hands were made just for that purpose. I stood in his arms for which felt like forever hugging and kissing him. we made our way to the bed and things escalated. He wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. Ezra was like a sex God to me. He took me to heights I had never been. I wasn't even that sexually experienced but with him I became a pornstar. His sex was amazing he aimed to please me every time. After numerous rounds, my body needed to relax. I laid down on his bed and him next to me. We did something we had never done before. we actually talked. We shared so much shit about it each,other. After our hours of endless conversation, I decided it would be best if I left. We had already spent entirely too much time together and I couldn't sit there a moment longer because my feelings for Ezra had grew so much deeper in just that small amount of time. He walked me downstairs, I made my way home. The entire ride my mind wandered. All I could think about was all the what ifs. What if me and Ezra could truly be. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" my best friend Daysha asked escaping me from my thoughts of Ezra. "Nothing" I said looking at her "why?" I asked. "uhh.. bitch because you ain't touched your food and you fucking love Ice wings." she said making me realize that I hadn't eaten anything, but I somehow managed to drink three Lynchburg Lemonades and a shot of Patron. "this is the fourth day you haven't ate" I thought to myself. I rolled my eyes in irritation. I had wasted my whole night thinking about this nigga that I knew for a fact was layed up with his bitch. Bringing in the new year giving her my dick. 

THE NEXT DAY

I finally woke up from tossing and turning all night. I checked my phone over and over. hoping to have gotten a "Happy New Year" text from Ezra. Only to find that I had nothing but messages from my mother, some friends, and a couple church members. I don't know what happened but I instantly started to cry. I had made the mistake of falling in love with a man that was already in love with someone else. 

I rolled a blunt and ran a bath, hoping that the weed and warm water would relax my mind. I turned on my playlist and of all songs. "naked" by Ella Mai filled the sounds of the bathroom. I laughed because as if my emotions weren't all over the place this song had to come on. After handling my hygiene, I got dressed. I wasn't going to sit in this house all day. I dressed in an all black body suit that hugged my curves incredibly. I was a plus sized girl so I made sure to always look good when I stepped out. I paired it with a light denim jacket and a pair of jordans. I put on my jewelry and my favorite perfume Guilty by Gucci. I hopped in my 2016 Honda Accord with no destination. I just rode. forty minutes later I found myself in Ezra's Neighborhood. I couldn't believe I was in this man's neighborhood. I parked in the back  of the community, watching his building. I wanted to see him. I wanted to lay eyes on him even if I couldn't even say hello I wanted to just feel the butterflies I felt when I was around him. I felt like a crazy ass stalker. This wasn't even in my character. I had to shake this shit. I started my engine, just as my phone began to ring.  "Hello my love" I answered. "what's up where you at?" Daysha asked. "Oh I'm leaving from Walmart" I lied. "oh I thought you said you didn't have no money... hmm .. okay" she said. I laughed to myself because she knew I was lying as she always did. It was funny because she never questioned it. I hoped on the interstate and made my way back to Virginia Beach. It was crazy because the only thing I was missing was love. I had an amazing job as an international marketer for Ulta Beauty. I had my own home and two vehicles. In my opinion all I lacked was man to love me unconditionally. I couldn't lie it was something I was honestly insecure about. I've been with a few niggas, but I've never had a real relationship where it's clear that I'm his and he's mine. Sometimes I even found myself jealous of the people around me who were living this fairy tale life that I had always pictured for myself. A husband and two daughters would be the only thing to complete my life in my opinion. As much as I wanted it, it still seemed so far out of my grasp. Shit the closest thing I had to a man was back at his crib laid up with somebody else. I checked my phone all day long waiting for a text from Ezra. As much as I wanted to talk to him I couldn't bring myself to text him. I knew what he was doing and I respected him. I guess because of the love and respect I had for him I couldn't disrespect his relationship. Call me crazy, but I wasn't interested in setting shit off, or bringing unneeded drama into his space. I wanted his life to be as peaceful as possible. Even if it wasn't with me. I pulled in to parking Garage of my building where I knew Daysha would be waiting for me. "what's up bitch" she said as we both exited our cars. "Hey" I said. she looked at me. "oh bitch.. what is wrong with you?... don't tell me you still on this Ezra shit. I told you going over there was going to be a bad idea. Look at you now, all love sick. It's dead sis. He has somebody!" she said. I listened to her, but it honestly went in one ear and out the other I couldn't except it for some reason. As soon as we entered the house Daysha made her way to my mini bar and made us a glass of wine. "look sis, I know you love this man, and I can't sit here and say that he don't love you back because I don't know how he feels. But you need to except the fact that he ain't about to leave what he is already sure of. He knows how she makes him feel and what she's done for him. He's going to play it safe. I felt the tears building and there was a lump in my throat. Daysha was telling the truth and I knew it but, I wasn't going out like that I couldn't take not having Ezra in my life. I was lost because I didn't know if I was willing to except only having half of him just to say I had him.

[flickafire]

THE QUOTE'S 1 2020

Some people say" do not smoke the herb It will Give you memory problem " and to that I say had empty and I like it that way.

My parallel dimension my rules.

If you think life can't get any worse just remember  that God has abandoned us and the earth is dying Welcome back to watch Mojo.com This is our top 10 reasons why the industrial revolution and it's consequences was a  disaster for the human race at number 10-.

Just About  mcfucking had it.

Crying on an 💖adventure💖

Fuck you anxiety and insecurity Not today begone

 forgive and forget no resent and remember

I'm fuking crazy but i am free

Not trying to flex on anybody when I say I live in a constant seemingly irrepressible state of shame at any given moment I am both ashamed and embarrassed just to be alive so suck on that Liberal

I don't feel good I don't feel great I feel bored and depressed Yeah man This sucks dude Damn!

When will the suffering end when? Until death

You know what else is a common incurance? Wanting to drop dead

 hold up hold up stop the music somebody left ice on the floor and now my sock is wet who the f*** want to die-

Day 23 in the chamber ain't found me yet but when they do they're going to be surprised

I'm a sparkly b**** Glitter glitter glitter m***********

Become door

No go on I dare you I tripled door dare you to have the audacity To tell me that I'm not a door

2020 might not be The end of your world but it's the end of mine skirt skirt

Ceaseless Watcher, turn your gaze upon this wretched thing.

My body is not a temple It's more like a bar and grill

" I think dogs should vote!" - Griffin Mcroy

This is a PSA do not leave me alone I will have a mental breakdown aaaaaa

"Shut up and go on pace"

"Please speak to me through the body language the Gods"

"If I believe that an animal is capable of choosing evil Then it's a person - Johnny Sims

God is dead it's worm time baby

Mother I crave violence alternatively father I crave violence

Parish

Hippity hoppity your knees are now my property

Ladies and gentlemen the volume inside of this bus is astronomical

God dammit which Ninja Turtle are you, We can't possibly all be Donatello It's not mathematically possible, Somebody needs to be that stupid rat

F****** f****** f*** they them what are you plural? YES I'M 3 DOGS IN A TRENCH COAT AND  YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS SUCH

 the people love me does anybody Love you no but I'm really good with guns now dance bitch!

I made a hat that's powered by sadness

Coliseum 2 We gave the lion a gun and you won't believe what happens next

Whenever somebody asks what you're doing say I'm invested in demons

 and if anybody asks you if you're okay or how are you just say something that isn't what a person would expect

 like  nothing much how about you or the Demons Inside of My Soul is telling me to commit arson but you know or even I don't know

Drink some water also f*** Society

 no one's stopping except the police and if you release enough trained rats not even them

I have not slept for a week my blood flows with Red Bull and Xanax

Yeehaw Chucklefucks

 mercury: What What's up with kids nowadays You never see them having a good wholesome time at a bar

Juno: they changed the age from 8 back to 18 years ago

Mercury :How do you like your whiskey J

Juno: with an active desire to do me harm Mercury: asked about your whiskey not your men but okay

This maze goes up three stories three stories of Fun guys

 Nureyev: Juno turn away please I'm going to stab Mr angstrom to death now

No passion Deep hatred

At the speed and power of lesbianism I'm here

I just bit like four people And then ate mud

No one's crisis is so bad that they change their cereal and their deodorant in same day

I'm in the mood for violence and I reckon that you might be too

 Martin: Oy dick head come down here so we can kick your ass

Tommy :Grab a soda I'll help you see faster!

Bubby :Take that you damnable b****

I just got a random burst of energy and I think it's my body is the last hurra before it completely shuts down

Golden I've graduated preschool every day of my life

I am not breathing hyperventilating at this point

 I will punch lightner and is sad old man twig bones will simply Lake apart under my epic huge meat Fest and he will disintegrate until all that's left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled now you fuckd up in ancient Yiddish

Yeah sure You may be verified on Twitter but are you verified in the eyes of God

Where the f*** is Jurgen Leitner If he's still alive I will so deeply wish he wasn't

All going to hell Goodbye♡

Oh baby just wait until I start wreaking havoc in the this trailer Joe's

I'm going to wreak so much havoc cause some drama in the past aisle IDK punch a cantaloupe

Shut up You skin tone chicken bone Google Chrome no home flip phone disown ice cream cone garden gnome extra chromosome metronome dimmadomn genome full-brown monochrome loan Indian Jones Flintstone hormon friend zone Sylvester Stallone sierra leone AutoZone professionally seen silver patrone headass the fuck up

Lactose cuz I can't tolerate you

All my friends hate me and they think I'm an idiot Have a nice day

Time to commit human rights violations to myself

This Utilitarian  spoon is the same spoon I will eat God with after I kill him but for now peanut butter

a freckle quote -"Cuz it's Freckle up in this b**** hey kid I have no I f****** clue well I'm supposed to be doing here how is your feelings I am definitely not on drugs"

I don't know but I kept in my hate drawer

Golden robot gondoliers!

Me thinks the _____ doth protest too much

I Is he!

 been alive for 7 hours!

So where do we get hold of all these corpses!

You fuckers you fuckers you motherfucker I will rain hell Fire upon you

 sometimes I think*long pause*and sometimes I don't

Knife detected security alerted

You look like a Vendiagram

 nothing ventured nothing gained

What you have a problem Have you tried blowing it up

Why did you drink my moisturizer

Cardinal fang

We are three Buzzwisers We are going to Joe's Crab Shack and we're going to beat up some kids grandma

Some people like slinky they have no real purpose but it makes you smile When you push them down a flight of stairs

Warning spoilers for the end of season 2 of the Magnus archives[ brutal pipe murder intensifies]

[marshaeb]

P.S: I'm Mated With The Cursed Alpha!

Chapter Eleven

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I ran as far as my feet could take me. Away from my insecurities, away from the drama and pain.

I blame myself for putting myself in these situations. It’s all my fault. I’ve put myself in front of others and because of it, I’ve only caused harm and disappointment to everyone close to me.

I don’t care! If it’s meant to be... it’s meant to be. Sarah’s happiness is for her and her alone. I can’t don’t anything about it.

Yes, it sucks that she got everything I ever wanted. To have my true love as my mate. To be marked by him...be engaged... To shower me with unconditional love.

Everything is now up in shambles. My love life, my friendship, my entire life and I can’t do anything about it.

I sat alone behind the library’s building where no one could see me and cried my eyes out. I-I just needed to release all these bottled up emotions I’ve been holding in.

Or maybe I needed a drink. A few shots of tequila or patron. Anything to help ease the pain.

Alpha Darius POV

After a long, tiring day of leading my pack and dealing with the damage of the outskirt region, I venture off on my daily routine of watching my mate. I know it’s a bit much, but I can’t help myself.

That smell of hers has a strong, powerful Alpha like me, tripping so badly... I-I’m addicted to it... I’m an addict to her.

And to top it off, it fits perfectly with her rare beauty. Her black, fluffy hair, complimented her soft, skin-kissed skin.

For the longest... I’ve envisioned my mate being a tall, less curvy, model-like girl. The typical girls I’ve always fooled with.

Shit! I’ve been missing out. She’s a rare one and I loved it that way.

She’s mine! I know she is! Deep down inside, these innate feelings I have for her are too strong. Just a mere sight of her makes me go crazy. My hormones spiral out of control. If I could take her and claim this very instant, I would, and no devil in hell would stop me.

But, because I cared about her... I’m holding back as much as I can for her sake. Gosh, she only seventeen. The least I could do is grant her the remaining freedom she has now.

Damn...I got it bad and I love every moment of it. Still, I fear for myself. It would kill me if I don’t end up being her mate. I don’t how I would live with myself seeing my chosen mate with somebody else.

Claiming her, pleasuring her, comforting her, making her smile...watching her carry their pups. It would be torture... completely suicidal.

I’ve seen it with my father and his father, it’s the worst thing imaginable! This curse... it’s a curse from the pits of Hades.

I fear so deeply for it... I pray to the Moon goddess to pity me.

For now, I’m going to do what Sethi advised me. Wait until that time comes. That’s why I’m keeping as much distance as I can.

I want more than anything to be the most central thing in her life, whether she likes it or not!

The other day at that daycare, I swear I was about to lose my shit. I think I did well because if I’d let my feelings taken anymore control. I was going to take her, right there and then.

After running fifteen miles to her pack’s property, I slowed down and stalked quietly through the forest. The guards were on duty as usual, and like always, they had no idea that I was there.

What a bunch of amateurs...Pathetic!

The evening sky was starting to emerge as I came closer to the other side of their home, where her bedroom window was... but something was off.

Her bedroom light was off and it was quite quiet. I couldn’t pick up her scent either.

She’s not home as yet. Normally, she’s home at this time...where could she be so late?

I scanned through the area thoroughly. There were no guards, no members of the pack around. I carefully inched a little closer and stared up at her window.

My eyes widened when I noticed that her room window wasn’t close completely!

I glanced at the tree right beside it and the wildest, reckless thought came to mind.

Before I know it, I was already over the fence, climbed up the tree, and through her room window within an instant.

“I’m inside her room... I’m finally inside! Knowing me, I would have been in here a long ass time ago.” I said to myself, inhaling a full load of her, spicy raspberry and caramel scent.

This was the closest thing to heaven on earth. I could feel the little tingles taking over my body. Those hormones inside starting to rage.

I walked around her little room, dragging my fingers over almost everything I came in contact with. Her comb and hairbrush, her handbags and even her stuff animals collection.

It was really cute, but I would have never thought she was a girly girl judging by her hard demeanor...especially towards me.

I looked over at the huge mirror hanging on her wall. My tall, muscular body structure didn’t fit at all in this girly ass room as I watch the light from the sunset, glare over my bare skin.

Night was starting to fall, making it a little harder to see...but that wasn’t going to stop me. I continued to look through her room, staring at her birdcage, then at a collage of small photos pinned on her wall.

All the pictures of her during the different phases of her life. It was adorable and for the first time, in a long time, a genuine, warm smile widened on my face. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes land on a sweet photo.

It was her as a child holding a Jack Russell terrier pup, smiling ear to ear. It was so sweet, it was hard for me to take my eyes off it.

Suddenly I heard the doorknob move, making my ear flinch back. I dashed over and hid within the wardrobe. Looking through the slight crack of the closet door, I watched as she walked out the bathroom into the room.

She was in there all that time!

I breathe in deeply, watching as she coated her skin with a handful of Cocoa butter. Then, drowning herself in perfume. I don’t know why she needed it...her scent was perfect without it and it was still so strong.

That peach silk nightdress hugging her curvy figure did it for me. I was getting heated and heated by the second, but something was quite off with her. Dropping things carelessly over her dresser, stumbling over a few times...was she...drunk?

She took a deep breath and fell in her bed front on. Shit, her fat ass stood tall from the mattress, making a slight jiggle ad twitch every time she moved.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Why did I do this to myself?

I could feel my cock hardening up, springing against my fitted jeans.

All I could imagine doing was taking her in that same position. Going ape-shit, bouncing on that ass. Pounding her into that fucking mattress long dick style.

All these perverted thoughts and lewd imagination weren’t making it any better. That’s what I thought until she rolled over on her back and spread her legs. That’s when the tormenting started.

My dick swelled rocked hard, throbbing by the sound of her sweet, desperate moans. Calling out for me to handle business like the Alpha I am. But shit...I can’t be caught! All hell would break loose.

The natural light of the Moon flooded through the window, but still, I could barely see her.

I thought not seeing would of make it better, but I could hear the wet, creamy, gooey sounds her pussy made as she played with it.

And that smell... Oh God...her smell!!! It was the ripe scent of wet, raw, juicy pussy flesh. I could smell how aroused she is!

Within seconds I unzipped my pants. My cock sprang right out pulsating like it was on fire. My tip of my dick was already coated in pre-cum...ready for wild penetration.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but my hand somehow gripped my dick, stroking it’s long length slowly. I couldn���t help it. If I don’t relieve myself right now, I would find myself pinning her down, stuffing my cock so deep in her sweet little twat until I made scream.

My strokes started to speed up as she started to moan loudly, taking in jittery breaths. My entire body started to twitch, blood rushing wildly through my head.

My cock was throbbing out of my grip...it was like it had a damn mind of its own!

So much fiction being applied, I was so close to tipping over the edge, when suddenly she took a last deep breath and moaned aloud. “I-I’m cumming!!!”

I finally lost it, stumbling back slightly as a huge cup load of cum gizz out of me. It just kept shooting and shooting.

A deep, passive groan slipped out of my mouth breaking the sudden quietness in the room.

“Hmm...” She said, rising out of bed slowly. “Who’s there?”

She turned on her nightlight and looked around confusedly. Still tipsy, she

looked over at the closet and squinted her eyes.

Quickly, I hopped and shake my cock back into my jeans and zipped it shut.

I stood as still as I can, trying to control my breathing from such an intense climax, but it was getting harder as she came closer.

She stood just step away from where I was in the closet. Though she had no idea I was there, she was staring directly at me.

She reached out her hand and gently brushed her fingers over my hard abs and gasped loudly, taking a step back.

“O-Oh my gosh...” she mumbled

SHIT!

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[teen-titans-imagines]

East of Eden pt 2

Jason Todd & Daughter! Teenager! Reader

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A/n: As always, big huge thanks to @vermelian @loudmouthwally and @stormyfandoms for helping me throughout the storyline! Love y’all!!

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Part One / Part Two [Here] / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven [Final]

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Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Drama, Action, Fluff Rated: Mature Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood and Gore, Swearing, Graphic Depictions of Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Graphic Injuries, Nightmares, PTSD, Just read with caution please

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Author: Teen-Titans-Imagines

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The batmobile was a fast vehicle. With turbo-boosters installed in the back that could be activated with the push of a button, asphalt-reflecting tires that seemed to float on air, and a sleek body to make the air pass over, not through the car, the batmobile was a force to be reckoned with. To Jason, though, it couldn’t move fast enough. Even with the turbo on, and his foot pressing the gas pedal to the floor, the batmobile seemed to be slower than time itself. 

Jason had (Y/n)’s hand in his own, his hand holding her delicate hand gently, despite the fear and anxiety running through his veins. This was all his fault. If only he could have been faster in helping Tim find (Y/n). Jason was chanting to his daughter, his undistorted voice soothing, despite the anger and homicidal thoughts running through his brain. 

“It’s going to be alright, babygirl. Just stay with me. We’re almost there, OK? Dad’s going to get you to the hospital and he’s going to make sure you’re OK, alright?”

Jason’s masked eyes strayed to his helmet that rested on the dashboard, seeming to mock him as he zig-zagged throughout the vehicles on the road, practically running every red light in Gotham city. (Y/n)’s hand was cold, practically freezing, and his eyes looked to her for a second. In the darkness of the vehicle, he couldn’t tell if she were breathing or not, and Jason couldn’t help but let his tears finally fall. 

What had he done to deserve this? First he had lost (Y/n)’s mother in a horrible way, and now he couldn’t tell if he had lost his daughter. What had he done to fate? Was it because he had come back to life? That he had cheated death one too many times, and this was the price? She was the price?

“(Y/n), please don’t leave me. Please....I need you here with me...I need you-”

He choked up and gripped the steering wheel tightly, unable to finish. Practically crashing into the hospital’s ER area, he jumped out and got (Y/n) out carefully, running inside as fast as he could without jostling her too much.

“Help! Somebody help my daughter! Please!” 

The nurses were startled to see the Red Hood in the hospital, but were shocked to see a corpse-no, a barely living girl in his arms. A nurse jumped into action, grabbing a stretcher. 

“Set her on here. We’re going to need a blood transfusion, and fast! Get the doctor on the phone!” 

Their voices faded as Jason stood there, broken and sobbing as they wheeled his only daughter off.

-TIMESKIP-READER POV-

Cold. Your body was cold, and you couldn’t feel a thing. Were you dead? Was this the end of your life? A noise caught your attention; a subtle beeping in the background that got louder the more you focused on it. As you became more aware, you could register a warmth in your hand. Opening your eyes the best you could, you saw your father. 

He was sleeping in the chairs the hospital provided for visitors, his hand holding yours. Your father was slouched over, one arm crossed over his stomach and head tilted forward, his snores filling the room. Tear tracks were stained onto his face, his sleeping eyes ringed with red and slightly puffy.

Your fingers twitched in his hold, your eyes closing as you took a deep breath, your ribs and surrounding muscles protesting. There was a sharp sting in your side, causing you to hiss, and your dad jolted, his eyes shooting open and his crossed arm swinging out, revealing a gun. When he saw no one was there, and you were awake, he quickly holstered the gun and stood up, hovering over you slightly. 

“Hey, baby.” 

“Hey.” 

He bit his lip, new tears filling his eyes, and he sobbed out, a gloved hand covering one of his eyes. 

“God, I’m so sorry, babygirl. If I had been faster in trying to find you-”

Jason paused, unable to go on, and you gently rubbed your thumb back and forth against his hand, shaking your head slightly. 

“It’s...ok. I’m right...here.” 

“The doctors were sure that you weren’t going to make it...God, I’m so sorry, baby. So, so sorry.” 

You allowed him to say his apologies. Knowing your father, he was adamant that it was his fault. It would be best to let him wallow now and then comfort him later when he had a bit more time to himself and to think things through. After all, you were wounded. You could barely talk without feeling like your lungs were going to cave in. It would be best, on your part, to wait to console your father. 

Jason looked at you, smiling softly at you. He informed you, trying to be optimistic and cheerful.

“Uncle Dick and the others are here. The nurses allowed them to stay in some unoccupied rooms. Do you want to see them?”

You contemplated it before smiling softly. 

“No...I want to be...with you.”

Jason got an awestruck look on his face before blinking his shock away, nodding. He kissed your forehead gently before sitting back down. Jason murmured to you, holding your hand to his lips. 

“Bruce was able to catch Black Mask, and the authorities have him in custody. Tim actually recorded...recorded what Black Mask had broadcasted, and the tapes are being processed right now. Black Mask isn’t going to hurt you ever again. Not you, or anyone else for that matter.” 

“I’m...happy.” 

You wrinkled your nose a bit, the oxygen tubes that were in your nose tickling you slightly. Closing your eyes, you sighed. 

“I was...I was...scared...”

Jason squeezed your hand. 

“...At one...point...I even...I even gave...in. I didn’t....I didn’t think you...were coming.” 

You turned your head to him slowly, despite the pain, and smiled softly, Jason’s blue eyes filled with hot, fat tears. 

“...but you...did. You saved...me...and I...love you. My hero.”

You chuckled a bit, but Jason was crying hard at your heartfelt words, holding your hand to his forehead as he sobbed. Jason whispered to you, holding your hand in a tight yet gentle grip. 

“I love you so much, so, so much. I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve...more than...this.”

Jason bit his lip, taking deep breath as his head fell back and he sniffled, wiping his eyes. 

“You’re a little brat for making me cry.”

He laughed as you lightly laughed, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. 

“I’m going to tell the others that you’re awake and OK, alright?”

You nodded, despite the sudden nervousness that flooded through your veins, and he stood, kissing your forehead before walking out. After a moment, something started to happen. The hospital room around you started to spin and shake, the room darkening malevolently. The fluorescent lights flickered and you whimpered, eyes widening in fear as your heart started to race.

‘You can’t escape me, (Y/n).’

You widened your eyes, jaw dropping slightly.

“No..”

His laughter filled the air, cackling evilly as it surrounded you, one minute being in your ear and then the next sounding far away.

‘You can run, but you can never hide from me.’

“No! No, no, no!” 

You shook your head violently, his silhouette at the foot of the bed making you scream and struggle to get away as the shadow got closer. Your body was screaming in pain, but you were too worried about getting away from the clawed hands of the villainous being, screaming for your father.

The heart monitor was going crazy, and your breathing was very shallow and rapid. The IV that was in your hand came out, fluid spilling everywhere upon the floor. The door burst open, nurses running in to detain you. Two slipped on the fluid, but the other two that had followed were quick to run to you and inject you with a sedative. 

Before you passed you, you caught a glimpse of your father and family standing in the doorway, looking terrified and worried.

-WITH THE BATFAM-THIRD PERSON POV-

The boys were astonished as they watched the girl slowly go to sleep, her breathing leveling out and her heart slowing to a steady pace. Jason whispered out as Dick put a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

“I...I was only gone for a minute...”

Bruce replied as the doctors walked out after making sure the young Todd’s vitals were stabilizing.

“Jason, she’s traumatized. She’s going to have severe repercussions from Black Masks treatment for a while. (Y/n) just needs support and time.”

Jason’s shoulders hunched as he rubbed his forehead. Tim muttered to himself. 

“I’m going to find the cafeteria and get some coffee. Anybody want anything?”

While everyone gave Tim their orders, Jason just stared at (Y/n) from the doorway. (Y/n) had looked so scared. What had she seen? Did (Y/n) see Black Mask? Jason clenched his jaw, glancing at Bruce before looking at the ground. Jason was going to have to make a few calls, because he was certain about one thing. 

Black Mask was not going to live to see another day. Not after he dared to touch his little girl. However, Jason knew that it was going to take time and a lot of planning for what he had in store for Black Mask. Jason smirked a bit hiding it behind the flaps of his leather jacket. Yes, he was going to show Black Mask whose line had truly been crossed that night.

-TIMESKIP TO TWO MONTHS LATER-TODD RESIDENCE-

“No! No, stop, please!”

Jason jolted from underneath his duvet, awakened from his slumber by his daughters’ cries and screams of terror. Sighing, he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, taking a moment before getting up. This had become the nightly routine ever since you were released from the hospital. You would go to sleep with no issue, but then you would have terrible nightmares. 

The nightmares were bad. They were so bad that sometimes Jason couldn’t wake you from them. It was as if you were tied to them, unable to escape the ensnaring grasp of the nightmares. It was those moments that made Jason feel the weakest. How could he save the people of Gotham if he couldn’t even save you from a nightmare?

It wasn’t just from nightmares that you suffered from. After the incident, you developed PTSD, and a very severe case of it. The littlest of things could set you off into a panic attack, like loud sounds, sudden movements, and even touching your shoulder or any part of your body when you weren’t looking. 

Jason remembered when Roy accidentally dropped a glass plate. You had been standing at the counter, making a sandwich when the shattering of the glass set off one of your episodes. You had immediately ducked down into a fetal position, screaming at an invisible assailant to ‘not hurt you’. Roy felt so bad that he didn’t come by the apartment for a week.

Nowadays, you didn’t go anywhere without Jason being with you. You didn’t trust the people of Gotham enough to be away from your father for more than a few minutes when out in public. Jason didn’t mind it, but he knew it was putting a strain on your friendships at school.

Jason was rendered from his throughts as another scream ripped through the apartment, making chills run down his spine. Jason stood and walked from his bedroom to your room, opening yoru door. You were thrashing in the bed, the sheets and blankets kicked off, as they usually were. You were crying, chest heaving with each breath you took, and sweat running down your limbs. 

Jason sighed and walked over to you, gently laying his hand on your shoulder. His voice called to you, assertive in its tone. 

“(Y/n), it’s OK. It’s just a nightmare. Follow my voice. You’re going to be OK.” 

You paused, calling out as your hands slammed onto his forearms, a throbbing ache automatically erupting in his arms. 

“Dad?! Dad, where are you? Please! Save me!” 

You started to cry and thrash again, making Jason pin you to the bed as he called to you, his heart breaking a little bit more.

“I’m here, babygirl, just follow my voice. I’m going to save you. Just follow my voice.” 

After a moment, you paused and your eyes fluttered open, your eyes looking out of focus. When they settled on Jason, Jason relaxed his hold on you and he sat down on the side of the bed, saying after a pause. 

“We can’t keep doing this, babygirl.” 

You sniffled before sitting up, immediately hugging your father. Jason was quick to wrap you up in his arms, gently swaying the two of you back and forth, his lips kissing your temple. 

“It’s OK, baby. No one’s going to hurt you while I’m here. I’ve got you. It’s alright. Hush.”

You were like a koala bear, refusing to unwrap yourself from around his torso as you sobbed into his shoulder. Your fingers gripped the sides of his shirt, clenching the material as you let it out, slowly tiring yourself out. Jason rocked you back and forth, caressing the back of your head and repeating that it was OK. 

Slowly, you went limp within his arms, your breathing evening out, but your grip still as tight as a clamp around his body. Jason knew you had no intention of letting him go even in your sleep, so he carefully maneuvered himself to where he was laying on his side, his arms wrapped around you. 

As you slept, peacefully, might he add, Jason was taken back to when you were a baby. Jason used hold you just like this, except you would be on his stomach and him on his back, when you were a baby and had nightmares. It always made you feel safe, being wrapped up in his arms and being able to see his face right before you fell right back to sleep. 

When your mother was still alive, she always teased Jason about it, telling him that you were going to be so spoiled while growing up. Jason didn’t really fight her on that. He loved you dearly and would do anything for you. If spoiling you was one of those things, then he would do it.

Jason sighed and closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair, the white streak in his hair falling in his eyes. 

“What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?”

-TIMESKIP TO MORNING-

Jason awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs, his eyes fluttering as he slowly awoke. (Y/n) was not beside him, but the covers were wrapped around him carefully, keeping him nice and warm. Sitting up, he walked out to the kitchen, seeing (Y/n) standing in front of the stove. A spatula in her hand, and a pan of eggs and a pan of bacon sizzling, Jason took a deep breath before greeting quietly to snot startle her into a panic attack. 

“Good morning, (Y/n). That smells great.”

She turned around and smiled at Jason, holding out a plate for him. He took the plate and she murmured. 

“I woke up earlier than you, and felt inclined to do something.”

He sat at the table, digging in to his breakfast, and hummed. 

“It’s delicious. Thank you. How are you feeling?”

She paused and shrugged. 

“My leg and wrist are kind of bothering me, but other than that, I feel fine.”

Jason gave the girl a look, despite her not looking.

“You know what I meant, (Y/n).”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Dad!”

The spatula slammed onto the counter and Jason paused, shocked. (Y/n) was shaking slightly, biting her lip, yet had a soft look on her face. She whispered. 

“I don’t...I’m not ready...to talk about it...okay? Just...let’s just eat breakfast and relax for today, okay?”

Jason sighed, staring at (Y/n), observing her. Whatever her nightmare had been about last night, it had clearly spooked her. What was it that she dreamed about? Was it of Black Mask? Jason knew what it was like, and he wished that (Y/n) would talk to him. While he knew that (Y/n) needed time, he wanted her to know that she could open up to him. Jason wasn’t the best talker, but with (Y/n), Jason could spare his words.

(Y/n) sat down with her plate, digging in after getting situated in her spot. Jason thought for a moment, wondering about how he could help his daughter get better. Finishing his food, he set his plate in the dishwasher before kissing (Y/n) on the head. 

“I’m going to go to Bruce’s and see if they have anything new on Black  Mask’s trial, alright?”

(Y/n) nodded, her eyes moving up to watch Jason. She advised as Jason opened the door. 

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” 

He turned and looked at (Y/n), giving her a look.

“Thanks, but my hand’s on the door.”

When he moved to leave, however, his head hit the doorways frame, and (Y/n) snickered. 

“Fuck!”

“Ha, dumbass.”

“Shut your mouth, brat.”

“Love you too.”

-READERS POV-

After Jason left, you sighed and let your head fall onto the table, pushing your breakfast away. You could tell that your anxiety, panic attacks, your nightmares, and PTSD, were hurting your father, but you had no idea how to help your dad feel better while trying to make yourself feel better. Groaning, you looked back up before sighing and rubbing the back of your neck. 

What were you going to do while your dad was out? You certainly weren’t going to go out while your dad wasn’t with you, and you didn’t want to hang out with Roy. Nothing against him, but Roy could get a bit too rowdy for your taste. Sighing, you jolted when your phone started to ring. 

“Hello?”

“Hello, Ms. Todd.”

You froze and asked quietly. 

“Who is this?”

“My name is Hasan. Who I am does not matter at this moment, however. It is in your best interest to listen to what I have to say, Ms. Todd.” 

His accent was thick, sounding Middle Eastern, and you wondered lowly how this man got your number.

“I have been informed by a reliable source that you have been having some...very strange dreams lately?” 

How did this man know that? You didn’t know anybody by the name of Hasan, and certainly none of your Middle Eastern friends at school had a family member named Hasan (at least, that you knew about). 

“How did you know that? Who are you? How do you know me?”

The man sighed, sounding like his patience was wearing thin with you.

“That will be explained in due time.However, I have been informed that I must tell you about what is happening to you as soon as possible before it is too late. Ms. Todd, what you are suffering from is not PTSD nor nightmares.”

“What...What do you mean?”

“You are suffering from the symptoms of a demonic influence present within your spiritual self.”

A pause had overcome both of you, and you were tempted to laugh. However, after having met some of your grandfathers...superhero colleagues, you knew that this man could very well be right. You bit your lip, saying. 

“Mr. Hasan, I don’t...I don’t see how it could be that. I’m traumatized. I was beaten half to death. Who the hell wouldn’t be traumatized after that?” 

Hasan hummed in agreement, sounding like he was exhausted. 

“I understand your confusion, but trust me, Ms. Todd. My superiors came across your case while in the USA. They have been keeping track of your progress since the suspicion of demonic activity was thrown into the air. They believe your case I...eh, unique, and they told me they have seen these symptoms in many demonic possession cases. I do believe that some of your symptoms are very real, but it seems that my superiors believe that there is...another factor creating these symptoms. It’s why you have not been getting better.”

You were in shock. There were people keeping tabs on you and you didn’t even know? You suddenly became paranoid, looking around the house, wondering if it was bugged. You asked quietly. 

“What do you want me to do? I can’t...I can’t just leave...and I don’t know why I would trust you or how to trust you.”

The man hummed and you could hear the shuffling of papers in the background. 

“I was going to suggest meeting up so I could show you proof in person. I understand you must have many questions and must be very confused. Would today at Robinson Park at two be appropriate for you?”

Looking at the clock, you could see it was eleven am, and replied. 

“Yeah. That should be fine. Hasan, how do I know I can trust you?”

He paused before stating bluntly and then hanging up. 

“You don’t. The only person you can trust is yourself.”

-TIMESKIP-

When two had started to roll around, you had carefully showered, brushed your hair and teeth, and put on a simple pair of jeans that were easy to maneuver in, a Red Hood themed T-shirt, and a loose, zip up jacket. Slipping on some shoes, you set out for the Robinson Park. When you arrived, it hit two o’clock on the dot, and you looked around, wondering if the man was going to show up. 

“Ms. Todd?”

When you turned, you didn’t expect to see someone so...young. The man, who you assumed to be Hasan by his voice, seemed to be in his late twenties.  His black hair was gelled back slightly, still looking soft while classy, and his facial hair was trimmed neatly, almost seeming geometric. 

However, that wasn’t what shocked you the most. It was his greenish blue eyes that seemed to glow in the sunlight against his smooth, tanned skin. Hasan wore a dark blue tux, a black leather shoulder bag leaning against his hip, clearly meaning business. On the jacket’s collar, you could see a small, silver pin.

The pin was circular, catching the light and gleaming at you as you tried to see what it was. When he walked a bit closer, you could see that it was a sun shining over an oasis. A peculiar little thing; you wondered what it meant.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s take a walk. The weather is nice today.”

You hummed and shoved your hands into your pockets, your hand gripping a tazer your uncle Tim had given you just in case you ever needed help and your father wasn’t there. If you used it, it sent off a signal to the Batfam, alerting them of where you were. Tim had designed the device himself, and gave to to you for christmas.

Walking alongside the man, you asked him. 

“So, are you going to tell me anything?”

“What do you want to know?”

You paused, wondering a lot of things. However, deciding it would be ebst to know this man before making any judgement call to trust him, you asked. 

“Where are you from?” 

Hasan looked at you, looking slightly surprised before replying. 

“I am from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. I grew up there for my entire childhood before I moved to my current home:  Gotham City. With my job, however, I move around a lot.”

You swuinted at him a bit before asking.

“How old are you?”

“I am 26 years old.”

Wow. He was very young. Hasan didn’t seem to be 26. He carried himself like a man in his mid thirties...like a man very well on his way to the top. He was mature and patient. You were doubtful he was 26. 

“What’s your full name?” 

“My full name is Hasan el-Shahidi.” 

He looked at me before stating jokingly.

“I am sure you are not here with me to give me a background check, Ms. Todd. I assure you, I am legal.” 

You blushed in embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just trying to find out who you are before I can make a call on whether or not I can trust you.” 

Hasan sighed slightly, patting your back. 

“I understand. I will tell you anything you want to know about me, but after we speak about your case.”

You said nothing. Walking a little more, you both approached a picnic bench and sat down across from  each other. He opened his briefcase, pulling out a folder printed in a language that you couldn’t read. Guessing it was arabic, you wondered if Damian would be able to read it. Pulling out some papers, he informed. 

“I’m going to ask you a series of questions. I want you to answer as honestly as possible. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, or feel that you are going to have an episode, please do inform me.” 

“Before we start...are you a therapist?”

Hasan let out a hearty laugh, patting your hand after a moment, his smile wide and handsome. 

“I am anything but. This is just to make sure that my superiors were right in assuming your case is what it is.”

His superiors. He kept calling the people who knew about you his superiors. Who were these people? Hasan arranged the small pile of papers, took a pen out, and wrote on it before asking you. 

“Your name is (Y/n) (Middle name) Todd, correct?”

You nodded. 

“Yeah. That’s the name on my birth certificate.” 

He nodded, murmuring a ‘very good’ And checked something off on the paper. Hasan read off another question, his pen clicking against the paper. 

“You were born (birthday) in (birth month) in the year (birth year) and are currently (age) years old, correct?”

You nodded and he hummed before asking you. 

“When did your nightmares first start?”

You paused before thinking about to the first day you awoke in the hospital, biting your lip as chills ran down your spine. 

“Two months and a day ago. I was still in the hospital.” 

He wrote down what you said before asking you, looking up at you. 

“When do you think the PTSD sysmptoms started?” 

“Probably about a week after the incident.” 

Hasan nodded before writing that down and he asked me. 

“What happens in your nightmares?” 

You swallowed thickly, feeling your stomach tighten uncomfortably. Flashes in your mind made you close your eyes and look down, your breathing shallowing slightly. 

“I...I see...I see him..” 

Tears filled yoru eyes as you tried to explain what you saw in your nightmares. 

“He...He’s there...and I’m back in that damn place...but it’s different every time. Sometimes my dad is there...other times it’s my other family members...one time it was even my mom-” 

You choked up, feeling your body going cold as your muscles began to shake. Hasan called your name gently. 

“Ms. Todd, do you need to stop?” 

He placed his hand on yours, and while you gave yourself a moment to breathe, you failed to see his fingertips glow blue, his eyes glowing a slight gold. You felt calm in the next breath you took, your stomach relaxing, and your breathing returning to normal. It took a moment for you to regain your composure, but you looked up after a moment, wiping your eyes, and replied. 

“I’m...ok. I just. I  needed a moment.” 

Hasan’s eyes were comforting, and he pulled back, saying. 

“If you would like to take a break, you are more than welcome to.” 

“I’m fine. Let’s keep going.” 

Hasan hummed and asked. 

“I’m going to ask you a series of yes or no questions. Some will have a third option that I will read out to you, but most are just yes or no. Please answer as honest as possible. Do you suffer from nightmares more than twice a week?”

“Yes.”

-JASONS POV--

Jason was with Bruce, Tim, Dick, and Damian, walking around the city to explore and talk about (Y/n) and her situation. 

“Well, we can set up therapy session for her! I know someone who is really good with kids and wouldn’t mind talking to (Y/n)-”

“-(Y/n) would punch them in the face if she’s anything like me.” 

Jason disagreed. (Y/n) hated talking about how she felt. The last person she would talk to would be a therapist, that was for sure. As they turned the corner, Dick paused and asked. 

“Am...am I seeing right? That is (Y/n)...right?”

Jason looked up, and sure enough, there (Y/n) was...sitting across from a man. It looked like they were talking, the man filling something out as they talked, and Damian squinted. Tim pointed out. 

“Um, if I’m not mistaken, that looks like a therapy session to me.” 

Bruce was grinning at Jason as Jason stood there dumbfounded. Did you actually go out and seek help? Jealousy burned through his veins as he frowned, envious that it wasn’t him you went to for help. His feet were moving,a nd before he had any idea what he was doing, he had approached you towo and asked. 

“Hey, (Y/n). I was just passing by and happened to see you. Who’s this?”

-READERS POV-

Panic settled into your veins, though it didn’t show onto your face. Hasan was subtle about putting the papers away as you said the first thing to come to mind. 

“This is my therapist, Dr. Hasan.”

Hasan gave you a ‘are you fucking kidding me’ look, and Jason looked shocked. Hasan cleared his throat and put on a friendly smile, standing up and holding a hand out for Jason. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I assume you are her father, yes? You two look very much a like.” 

Jason shook his hand, weary, but replied back. 

“Uh, yeah. Name’s Jason. (Y/n), you didn’t tell me you were seeing a therapist.” 

“Well, no, of course not. I...I didn’t want you know.” 

You looked down, fiddling with your jacket as Hasan pulled back and observed. He said to you, holding out a paper that was folded. 

“It was great talking with you, Ms. Todd. We shall meet again, here, if you’d like, at the same time. Have a great day, Ms. Todd. It was a pleasure meeting you, as well, Mr.  Todd.”

You could feel something within the paper, and when you opened the paper, there was a card inside. The only thing written on it was a name, but when the light caught the iridescent lettering, a phone number was revealed. Humming, you shoved the paper into your jacket’s pocket and waved goodbye to Hasan.

Jason watched the man walk off, a look in his eyes that you couldn’t identify, and Jason’s eyes looked to you. He asked you. 

“You know you can always talk to me, right?” 

“I know, I just...I didn’t want to bother you with any more problems than you already have on your plate. I know that trying to juggle being Red Hood and raising me isn’t easy, and now with me being fucked up like I am-”

“-Stop talking. Just shut up for a moment. I don’t want you to ever talk about yourself as if you are a burden ever again, you hear me?” 

Jason sat down and took your hands in his own, tugging you to make you sit next to him. He whispered to you. 

“You’re not fucked up, (Y/n). You’re traumatized, and that’s OK. You just need time and someone to be there for you to listen to you just to listen, not to try and fix you. Yeah, raising you is a pain in my ass, but you’re the best pain in my ass yet.” 

You both chuckled and he kissed your forehead. 

“Being Red Hood doesn’t mean a damn thing to me...at least, when it comes to you. You will always come first before the job does. If seeing a therapist is what you want to do, then I will support you. Just...just don’t be afraid to come talk to me. I may not be the easiest person to talk to, but I know a thing or two about trauma.”

Kissing your forehead again, he rubbed your back and asked. 

“How about you spend the day with me and the guys? We were just about to hit up the burger joint up the street.” 

You smile and nodded before getting up, your father following after you. As Dick, Tim, and Damian greeted you, you momentarily forgot the guilt that weighed in your heart, the card in your pocket seeming to be the weight on your world instead of the nightmares.

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Part Three